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Description
Herp derp. After much pestering from my brony coworker I finally broke down and created a ponysona.

I have dubbed him Nova Heart. Nova has an impressive mastery over element based magic, particularly fire, which he can form and direct.

Backstory:

Nova earned his cutie mark as a young colt during an attack on his village. His sister had awaken him in the night to smoke and flame and ushered him out of the burning cottage into the streets of his village under flame. A vicious dragon reigned his flame upon the homes scattering the folk with no where to flee but the open country side.
Nova being petrified by fear, halted under the eye of the beast. His sister urged him on but fear had gripped all comprehension from him. The beast readied his flame and she acted fast grasping him and taking flight, rising above his flames. Consumed by his rage the beast swiped mighty talons into the air, severing her wing and sending them tumbling back to the earth.
His sister lay helpless, broken on the ground and he cried. He didn't understand why this was happening. They were good ponies, all of these people in this village. They didn't deserve such a fate. Oh but his poor sister, she would never fly again with such a wound.
A rage beat inside him he had never known before. As the beast advanced, his mouth gaping with hints of a that sick green flame, he stood strong in front of his sisters body. So small, so frail against such a strong foe. He tried his magic against him, such weak sparks barely left his horn. Still he stood, determined not to lose this battle. But what hope could a child have, what might does he bring into battle?
The dragon breathed deep again and spat his sour flame upon them.
Nova closed his eyes and prayed to their goddess as he bathed in the flame, drawing it inside himself. His mane and tail burned with flame though it caused no pain. The flame seemed to soothe him rather than hurt. He willed it to take shape, so awkwardly it formed. Slowly it amassed into the form of a large bird. Weakening he sent the bird about the village in fast flight to gather the flames of the cottages and grow from it. He brought it back before himself and his still unconscious sister. The bird swelled above buildings, bright and burning. He sent it to the dragon in a fierce attack. The bird burned around the dragon, swirling around its body, its flaming talons searing through its scales.
The dragon fearing its demise to such magic, fled into the hills. The bird followed it into the air, scratching at the beast to urge it on until it dissipated.
Nova, greatly weakened from the ordeal fell to the ground panting heavily. His mane still glowed with embers and his flank felt so warm and comforting. He slept for what felt like days.
He awakened later, in the partially burned cottage he called home. His sister smiled down, a sort of sad smile. He was thrilled to see her alive but heart broken to see that bandage around her, empty of wing. He cried for his sister.
She ushered him silent and smiled warm and welcome to him. She pulled back the blanket to show him his flank. A small version of the bird he had controlled showed on his flank. It even glimmered as he stared, it looked like a one dimensional flame. So live yet still in his flank. The colors on the bird swirled as a flame would, it seemed like a living tattoo.
As he aged he took to studying from powerful magicians to further control his magic and grow upon it. He looked for the best healers across the land hoping to gain the power to give his sister back her wing. His studies still continue though to no avail.
Eventually he would come to Canterlot where he would learn of his gift and to become one of Princess Celestia's royal guard.
On his seldom days of retreat he visits his old village to see his sister. Nova enjoys taking her for a flight around the country side.

Description
Herp derp. After much pestering from my brony coworker I finally broke down and created a ponysona.

I have dubbed him Nova Heart. Nova has an impressive mastery over element based magic, particularly fire, which he can form and direct.

Backstory:

Nova earned his cutie mark as a young colt during an attack on his village. His sister had awaken him in the night to smoke and flame and ushered him out of the burning cottage into the streets of his village under flame. A vicious dragon reigned his flame upon the homes scattering the folk with no where to flee but the open country side.
Nova being petrified by fear, halted under the eye of the beast. His sister urged him on but fear had gripped all comprehension from him. The beast readied his flame and she acted fast grasping him and taking flight, rising above his flames. Consumed by his rage the beast swiped mighty talons into the air, severing her wing and sending them tumbling back to the earth.
His sister lay helpless, broken on the ground and he cried. He didn't understand why this was happening. They were good ponies, all of these people in this village. They didn't deserve such a fate. Oh but his poor sister, she would never fly again with such a wound.
A rage beat inside him he had never known before. As the beast advanced, his mouth gaping with hints of a that sick green flame, he stood strong in front of his sisters body. So small, so frail against such a strong foe. He tried his magic against him, such weak sparks barely left his horn. Still he stood, determined not to lose this battle. But what hope could a child have, what might does he bring into battle?
The dragon breathed deep again and spat his sour flame upon them.
Nova closed his eyes and prayed to their goddess as he bathed in the flame, drawing it inside himself. His mane and tail burned with flame though it caused no pain. The flame seemed to soothe him rather than hurt. He willed it to take shape, so awkwardly it formed. Slowly it amassed into the form of a large bird. Weakening he sent the bird about the village in fast flight to gather the flames of the cottages and grow from it. He brought it back before himself and his still unconscious sister. The bird swelled above buildings, bright and burning. He sent it to the dragon in a fierce attack. The bird burned around the dragon, swirling around its body, its flaming talons searing through its scales.
The dragon fearing its demise to such magic, fled into the hills. The bird followed it into the air, scratching at the beast to urge it on until it dissipated.
Nova, greatly weakened from the ordeal fell to the ground panting heavily. His mane still glowed with embers and his flank felt so warm and comforting. He slept for what felt like days.
He awakened later, in the partially burned cottage he called home. His sister smiled down, a sort of sad smile. He was thrilled to see her alive but heart broken to see that bandage around her, empty of wing. He cried for his sister.
She ushered him silent and smiled warm and welcome to him. She pulled back the blanket to show him his flank. A small version of the bird he had controlled showed on his flank. It even glimmered as he stared, it looked like a one dimensional flame. So live yet still in his flank. The colors on the bird swirled as a flame would, it seemed like a living tattoo.
As he aged he took to studying from powerful magicians to further control his magic and grow upon it. He looked for the best healers across the land hoping to gain the power to give his sister back her wing. His studies still continue though to no avail.
Eventually he would come to Canterlot where he would learn of his gift and to become one of Princess Celestia's royal guard.
On his seldom days of retreat he visits his old village to see his sister. Nova enjoys taking her for a flight around the country side.