Brotherr Lionheart

Made using 's Pony maker. When I get good at drawing ponies I will make my own version but for now, This!

Brotherr's story:
Brotherr finds himself laying in a hospital bed having no memory of who he is or how he arived in a small town he would soon come to know as Ponyville. The Doctors tell him he was not badly wounded only trauma to the head and that his cutie mark had been burned beyond recognition. They relesed him from the hospital telling him he should meet some ponies, maybe they could help him figure out who he is. Brotherr was not one to go about meeting ponies, for odd reasons he felt the urge to work, to get something dong as if time has been wasted. A month or two of odd jobs and helping wherever he was able (also figureing out he had wings and could fly, how cool is that!!) he ran in to a pony named Applejack. She informs him that she and her family work up on an apple farm not to far out of town, and that apple bucking season was almost here. after a few hours of chatting and walking, Applejack finally accepted Brotherr's help and told him to be at teh farm in 3 weeks but he may as well get used to the place before hand. Brotherr soon came to be good friends with AJ, Macintosh and ofcourse the sweet little Applebloom. During the Applebuck season Applebloom grew fond of Brotherr's odd cutie mark and pesterd him on how he got it. Hours went by as Brotherr bucked, Applebloon talked and finaly they came to the last tree in his given section. Before they took of back to the farm, Applebloom turned to Brotherr and said, "It really mus' be sumthin' auffle not knowin' who you are and not havin' any family. But if it's all the same, I think you would make a swell brother and I already consider you mine. Hay, maybe while you figure it out, maybe that can me your name!" Applebloom thought for a moment, "but o'course we would need to change it a little so people wont think that you are everyponies bother...I know how about Brother with an extra R!" Over time Brotherr became more an more fond of the Apple family and visited any chance he was able, but one thing alwasy buzzed in the back of his mind, Who am I? It was not long before he bid his farwells to the towns folk and the Apples, and a crazy pink pony that he never met was bawling at he feet telling him not to leave before running off metioning somthing about a goodbye party. And that is when he left the only place he knew to find out who he was.