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Quick personal bio:

- Pegasus, Male, Cobalt coat with Sienna mane, Jasmine eyes, White wings.
- Contrail Flash, talented flyer and Air Force / Wonderbolt hopeful, loves nothing more than pulling manoeuvres and feeling the wind catching in his feathers.
- He is modest in honesty, though he may joke about being a cocky hothead. He has his heart in the right place, and cannot bear injustice, no matter how trivial.
- He is a down to Earth 'so to speak' pegasus, who hates ponies overcomplicating things or overreacting when the solution is either so simple or simply doesn't require somepony to go off on one at the mention of an issue.
- He only has a select few friends, though knows many others.
-His family consists of his mother Heart, father Mustang, little brother Flip, and twin sister Vapour. Though he lives apart from them now, he has the means and drive to visit them once every so often.
- He lives in an old hangar which he bought off a farmer on the outskirts of Ponyville. Though originally from Baltimare, he now lives away from the intensity of the big city.
- He is a tenacious pony, even through great pain, both physical and mental, it is unheard of for him to give up or quit out on something or somepony, especially himself. His stamina leans more to endurance than sprint. His discerning judgement is also an asset that has kept him free from many a harm in the past. "A superior flyer uses superior judgment to avoid the need for his superior skill" his father taught him.
- If he were to be related to an Element, his would likely be 'Faith'.
- He owns an old, relatively beaten up airship named 'Thunderchief' passed down to him from his Grandfather who used the very ship during his days in the navy. Contrail makes a hobby of it to take care of the airship as well as occasionally use it to take himself or friends on wayward adventures.
- Sadly to mares around him, his heart is taken by a small mare named Rho, to whom he has devoted himself to keeping safe and loving her.
- His talent? His feel for the air and energy flying, as if he were riding an aerial roller coaster, following a road of air. Especially good at leaving trails of vapour from the tips of his uniquely shaped (and perhaps deformed) white wings. Though he believes it is because of the odd aerodynamics of said wings.
- His cutie mark represents the trails left by his wings in the air when he pulls a hard turn. On his left flank they form a white 'C shape'. It is reversed on his right flank.
- His quirk? Since he was not so young, he has been afflicted with a magical mutation in his left eye, in the form of a glowing red crosshair, which only shows during times of adrenaline. (elaborated below)

References:

Thunderchief Airship >

Contrail X Rho > ... Rho ©

Contrail's Hangar >

The story of his eye:

The question of one Contrail Flash's ocular mutation, namely in the form of a luminous red crosshair, has for many years been under various levels of questioning. After careful deliberation and negotiation with Flash, it was agreed that a private interview addressing the matter would be held, personally recounted with the pegasus himself.

The following is a personal and unaltered account from Contrail Flash:

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"My father used to be a very skilled pilot, calm, collected, respected. Then one day, a few weeks after my brother was born in fact, his eyesight started to go. He couldn't make out a tree from a broomstick. He couldn't bear it, he started getting compulsively angry at everyone... angry at me... it hurt. I wondered how much longer it would be that way, then he just disappeared! He just left us without warning. Just one day just... gone!
His pilot friends came looking for him but we had to turn them away, it was getting unbearable and my mother was going insane with worry. Every evening I would sit outside and wait for him to come back, each night losing more and more hope...

My father did eventually return, but he was changed...
I heard him calling from outside, so I ran out, I saw him flying around aimlessly, like he was either drunk or insane. My mother brought him inside to his room, I didn't get to say a word to him, he was bed ridden and my mother warned me not to go in and see him.
One day I made a break for it when she went out grocery shopping, I snuck into his room and... *Sniff*
... he was so quiet...
he wouldn't look at me, I called to him and he didn't respond. I was scared, but I still went in. I just wanted to hug him and be sure that he was ok, but as I got closer he shunned me away with his hoof. I was so confused, he was never like this, he was always usually so happy and confident. I couldn't take it anymore...
As I went to grab him he swung round, he instantly covered his eyes, I could tell he was crying though, as I saw tiny glints of water running down his cheeks.
'Why won't you look at me!' I cried, to which he replied,
'I want to, son. But I can't'
'Why not?!' I said
'I don't want to hurt you' he said back

I was so confused, and I acted too rashly, without thinking
'JUST LOOK AT ME!' I shouted, and I tore his hoof from over his eyes.
All I remember after that was a great flash of light from his eyes, blindingly powerful. I remember a knock on my head and everything went dark.
I awoke later that night in a hospital bed. I felt fine, save a small pounding in my head. I jumped up and ran to the restroom, then I stared at myself in the mirror...

And there it was, this crosshair that you see today, glowing bright in my eye as if it always had been. I threw open a nearby window for some air and... I could see for miles, literally miles. I could pick out a deer's antlers on a distant mountainside, count the guards on the Canterlot towers. I looked at my hoofs and could see each and every hair as if they were their own. Something had happened that gave me what I could only describe as flawless vision, I could only assume that what happened that night with my father was the cause. I ran to find him, he was in a separate ward from me, his eyes were bandaged heavily. I asked the doctor how he was, the doctor's next few words weigh heavily on me to this day...
The doctors told me he'd gone blind. It was the saddest thing I'd ever heard. For I knew that his pilot career was over and that he'd never fly ever again, not even on his own wings. I ran to him and told him what happened with my eyes, but when I told him he didn’t seem shocked at all, he just sat there and nodded slowly, before uttering the last four words I ever heard him speak... 'So it DID work' he said before I was ushered out by the doctors.
I wanted to stay with him but they dragged me away. The dreadful thing is that was the last time I EVER saw him. My mother came back to the house days later telling me that he’d, well disappeared... AGAIN! They say they don't know where he went, and it haunts me that I may never find out... *sniff*
I guess that's the hardest part... but I have some conciliation.

Whatever happened to my father ended up giving me this gifted eyesight, the very thing he strived to have for himself. Whatever he did when he first disappeared, it can't have been natural. I mean, its not everyday that your Dad's eyes burst into blinding light beams is it? ...
*Perks up*
But it was that that has given me a calling in life, I always wanted to be a pilot, like my father and his father before him. Now I have even more to drive me on to becoming one. I feel the only way to make things right and redeem my father is to become the greatest flyer in the world, hehe or at least, something of that stature. Hell, best in the universe if need be, be it possible or not! I owe it to him for what was MY fault for making him lose his sight. Maybe if I hadn't revealed his eyes he may have found a cure for whatever problem he had.
All I can do now is make him proud, even if he doesn’t know it, by becoming the very best I can be with the gift he placed upon me, I am so very thankful but...
*Starts to well up*
But... I give it all up just to see him again..."

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Contrail Flash ©

More Contrail > djp15.deviantart.com/gallery/4…

(Tell me if you think I've missed any aspects of him that you may want to know ^^)

(Also thanks to for making this a transparent BG! >.< SAI doesnt do it!)

Description

Quick personal bio:

- Pegasus, Male, Cobalt coat with Sienna mane, Jasmine eyes, White wings.
- Contrail Flash, talented flyer and Air Force / Wonderbolt hopeful, loves nothing more than pulling manoeuvres and feeling the wind catching in his feathers.
- He is modest in honesty, though he may joke about being a cocky hothead. He has his heart in the right place, and cannot bear injustice, no matter how trivial.
- He is a down to Earth 'so to speak' pegasus, who hates ponies overcomplicating things or overreacting when the solution is either so simple or simply doesn't require somepony to go off on one at the mention of an issue.
- He only has a select few friends, though knows many others.
-His family consists of his mother Heart, father Mustang, little brother Flip, and twin sister Vapour. Though he lives apart from them now, he has the means and drive to visit them once every so often.
- He lives in an old hangar which he bought off a farmer on the outskirts of Ponyville. Though originally from Baltimare, he now lives away from the intensity of the big city.
- He is a tenacious pony, even through great pain, both physical and mental, it is unheard of for him to give up or quit out on something or somepony, especially himself. His stamina leans more to endurance than sprint. His discerning judgement is also an asset that has kept him free from many a harm in the past. "A superior flyer uses superior judgment to avoid the need for his superior skill" his father taught him.
- If he were to be related to an Element, his would likely be 'Faith'.
- He owns an old, relatively beaten up airship named 'Thunderchief' passed down to him from his Grandfather who used the very ship during his days in the navy. Contrail makes a hobby of it to take care of the airship as well as occasionally use it to take himself or friends on wayward adventures.
- Sadly to mares around him, his heart is taken by a small mare named Rho, to whom he has devoted himself to keeping safe and loving her.
- His talent? His feel for the air and energy flying, as if he were riding an aerial roller coaster, following a road of air. Especially good at leaving trails of vapour from the tips of his uniquely shaped (and perhaps deformed) white wings. Though he believes it is because of the odd aerodynamics of said wings.
- His cutie mark represents the trails left by his wings in the air when he pulls a hard turn. On his left flank they form a white 'C shape'. It is reversed on his right flank.
- His quirk? Since he was not so young, he has been afflicted with a magical mutation in his left eye, in the form of a glowing red crosshair, which only shows during times of adrenaline. (elaborated below)

References:

Thunderchief Airship >

Contrail X Rho > ... Rho ©

Contrail's Hangar >

The story of his eye:

The question of one Contrail Flash's ocular mutation, namely in the form of a luminous red crosshair, has for many years been under various levels of questioning. After careful deliberation and negotiation with Flash, it was agreed that a private interview addressing the matter would be held, personally recounted with the pegasus himself.

The following is a personal and unaltered account from Contrail Flash:

----------

"My father used to be a very skilled pilot, calm, collected, respected. Then one day, a few weeks after my brother was born in fact, his eyesight started to go. He couldn't make out a tree from a broomstick. He couldn't bear it, he started getting compulsively angry at everyone... angry at me... it hurt. I wondered how much longer it would be that way, then he just disappeared! He just left us without warning. Just one day just... gone!
His pilot friends came looking for him but we had to turn them away, it was getting unbearable and my mother was going insane with worry. Every evening I would sit outside and wait for him to come back, each night losing more and more hope...

My father did eventually return, but he was changed...
I heard him calling from outside, so I ran out, I saw him flying around aimlessly, like he was either drunk or insane. My mother brought him inside to his room, I didn't get to say a word to him, he was bed ridden and my mother warned me not to go in and see him.
One day I made a break for it when she went out grocery shopping, I snuck into his room and... *Sniff*
... he was so quiet...
he wouldn't look at me, I called to him and he didn't respond. I was scared, but I still went in. I just wanted to hug him and be sure that he was ok, but as I got closer he shunned me away with his hoof. I was so confused, he was never like this, he was always usually so happy and confident. I couldn't take it anymore...
As I went to grab him he swung round, he instantly covered his eyes, I could tell he was crying though, as I saw tiny glints of water running down his cheeks.
'Why won't you look at me!' I cried, to which he replied,
'I want to, son. But I can't'
'Why not?!' I said
'I don't want to hurt you' he said back

I was so confused, and I acted too rashly, without thinking
'JUST LOOK AT ME!' I shouted, and I tore his hoof from over his eyes.
All I remember after that was a great flash of light from his eyes, blindingly powerful. I remember a knock on my head and everything went dark.
I awoke later that night in a hospital bed. I felt fine, save a small pounding in my head. I jumped up and ran to the restroom, then I stared at myself in the mirror...

And there it was, this crosshair that you see today, glowing bright in my eye as if it always had been. I threw open a nearby window for some air and... I could see for miles, literally miles. I could pick out a deer's antlers on a distant mountainside, count the guards on the Canterlot towers. I looked at my hoofs and could see each and every hair as if they were their own. Something had happened that gave me what I could only describe as flawless vision, I could only assume that what happened that night with my father was the cause. I ran to find him, he was in a separate ward from me, his eyes were bandaged heavily. I asked the doctor how he was, the doctor's next few words weigh heavily on me to this day...
The doctors told me he'd gone blind. It was the saddest thing I'd ever heard. For I knew that his pilot career was over and that he'd never fly ever again, not even on his own wings. I ran to him and told him what happened with my eyes, but when I told him he didn’t seem shocked at all, he just sat there and nodded slowly, before uttering the last four words I ever heard him speak... 'So it DID work' he said before I was ushered out by the doctors.
I wanted to stay with him but they dragged me away. The dreadful thing is that was the last time I EVER saw him. My mother came back to the house days later telling me that he’d, well disappeared... AGAIN! They say they don't know where he went, and it haunts me that I may never find out... *sniff*
I guess that's the hardest part... but I have some conciliation.

Whatever happened to my father ended up giving me this gifted eyesight, the very thing he strived to have for himself. Whatever he did when he first disappeared, it can't have been natural. I mean, its not everyday that your Dad's eyes burst into blinding light beams is it? ...
*Perks up*
But it was that that has given me a calling in life, I always wanted to be a pilot, like my father and his father before him. Now I have even more to drive me on to becoming one. I feel the only way to make things right and redeem my father is to become the greatest flyer in the world, hehe or at least, something of that stature. Hell, best in the universe if need be, be it possible or not! I owe it to him for what was MY fault for making him lose his sight. Maybe if I hadn't revealed his eyes he may have found a cure for whatever problem he had.
All I can do now is make him proud, even if he doesn’t know it, by becoming the very best I can be with the gift he placed upon me, I am so very thankful but...
*Starts to well up*
But... I give it all up just to see him again..."

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Contrail Flash ©

More Contrail > djp15.deviantart.com/gallery/4…

(Tell me if you think I've missed any aspects of him that you may want to know ^^)

(Also thanks to for making this a transparent BG! >.< SAI doesnt do it!)