Crix


Tick tick tock tock, tick tock tick tock. A description of setting comes first I suppose. In the middle of nowhere was a massive clock tower, mostly hollow without a lot of rooms or furnishings. The entire thing was coated in shiny bronze, and shining brilliantly for the world to see. It had one door at the base of the tower, and one door at very top. Upon entering the lower door, one would be greeted with gears everywhere, all over the walls, ceiling and floor, and one single silver pole standing tall in the middle of the clock tower with a gear around the base. The gear was magically activated whenever someone stepped onto it to spiral upwards and carry them to the top level of the clock tower, and hopefully they would hold the pole for stability and not fall off, it would be a very bad fall into a large machine of gears. The gearelevator would stop when it rose up to the top level, which was one massive stationary gear with a hole in the middle of it for the pole and elevator. This gear did not move, but it provided a foundation that Crix lived on, had her work bench, bed, and all of her belongings on this one single gear. Below this level was a maze of gears that powered the clock perpetually with a mix of magic and science..and above was a maze of gears that kept the clock hands moving. There was a floor above that as well, the pole continued on up through a hole in the ceiling...but no one ever got to go up there except Crix herself. The clock tower was littered with wrenches, screwdrivers, schematics, spare parts, anything and everything needed to build random things and maintain them was just scattered about..such a messy hoarder of a pony Crix was.

Now for the pony herself, he was a bit cleaner...a lot cleaner actually. She stood at about five feet tall at the shoulder, her sparkling skin was magnanimous. Completely gold, although slightly faded gold, this stallion of a unicorn was your typical looking pony. Her mane and tail sparkled and shimmered some, and her entire body almost looked a little bubbly, giving the girl the color of Champagne, which is what she tasted like as well. On the girls rear of course, she had a tattoo mark of a bronze gear. It wasn't any surprise really, when once considered she BUILT the entire clock tower herself, that the mark was a bronze gear. Often times this pony can be found with a smoke pipe in her maw, but when she puffs on it..champagne bubbles come bubbling out of it and floating off into the sky, not smoke. Also she commonly wears a sort of pack that hangs over both of his haunches on the sides, like a pack mule but instead of random stuff...said bags are filled with all sorts of random gadgets and tools.