#oc: patchwork

Patchwork’s father, a stallion by the name of Fighting Chance, was a prestigious member of the Wonderbolts. One day, a stunt involving a set of thunderclouds landed him in the hospital with scarred wings and broken bones. It was there he met Patchwork’s mother, a hospital cafeteria worker named Chocolate Pudding. The two hit it off, went on dates, and discussed the dangers that their fellow pegasi faced every day. They say that their love story had two amazing outcomes: the formation of their emergency rescue team, and their daughter who was born soon after its founding.

Patchwork is a pegasus pony who was born without wings. That’s the first thing anypony in her hometown of Cloudsdale will tell you. No one’s really certain how it happened, her parents least of all, but there are only feathery tufts of fur where her wings are meant to be. Every other type of pegasi magic is at her disposal: cloud walking, weather manipulation, etc- but she is completely unable to fly. Still, she resides in Cloudsdale and always has. A knitted quilt with faux wings sewn on is a lot less of a hassle than listening to your peers whisper behind your back.

She is in charge of knitting blankets/tarps used in the skyward emergency rescues, saving pegasi who get ill or injured during flight. It is her goal to someday be an emergency rescuer herself, though at the moment, cloud-hopping is all she is able to do, and attempting a rescue through that strategy alone wouldn’t be ideal. She understands, and is happy to provide what she can, but she still wishes she could do more. But alas, even with all the magic in the world, prosthetics can’t form and replace two whole wings… at least, not yet. Still, she intends to help in any way she can until then.