Psycho Carrot was born in an underground hospital. His mother died in childbirth, and his father was a drunk. All the same, his father did his best to keep him out of trouble. They lived in a middle-class apartment in a place called Stallionville. Mesa East, Psycho's best friend, lived next door to him. They would do everything together...except dying.
When Psycho was a young filly, Mesa and Psycho were doing their usual weekend routine, which of course meant hurling a apple at pigeons. It was Mesa's turn to throw the apple, so he did, but of course he missed. It fell into the street and Mesa ran to get it back. Mesa never did see that bull barreling down the street. It hit him and it fatally wounded him. The force of the impact knocked him all the way to Psycho's feet. Mesa looked up at Psycho with those emerald green eyes, smiled, and passed away.
We fast-forward five years, and now Psycho is an adult pony. Psycho's dad died from an alcoholic overdose on his last birthday. Luckily, he now has a wonderful girl-friend named Esther Quirk. Ah Esther, how they would hold each other, and the way they danced...how sad things that all good things must have an end. Esther was talking Psycho's ear off as usual, when suddenly, all the lights in the city went dark. Terrified, as this had never happened before, Esther got up from the bench she and Psycho were sitting on and wondered around aimlessly. When the lights came back on about a minute later, Esther was sleeping on the ground in a pool of ketchup. That's what Psycho continued to tell himself as she was buried in her grave.
Psycho was devastated. His best friend was dead, now his girl friend was gone as well! He decided to investigate who killed her. Psycho searched the area around where Esther died, and found a torn piece of cloth. It had the signature logo of the Darkbolts on it. Psycho snapped on that day, and he vowed that he would not rest until he killed every last Darkbolt on the planet.
Psycho didn't anticipate that there were others out there who also hated the Darkbolts. After hearing about these people he decided that he'd join up with them. He rose through the ranks, until he became Captain. Psycho is tired of putting up with the Darkbolts reign of terror. This is his story, and it has only just begun.
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