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Entry for mylittlegami’s contest! This guy here is Dingo (though that’s just a stage name) and he’s auditioning for guitarist!
 
These are just sketches causer I’m still taking it easy on the wrist situation. Super fun to do, though, love this guy’s colors.
 
I was trying to think of an interesting character to compliment Pearly White and this concept slapped me in the face at 2 AM. So have a probably-too-long bio–  
“Dingo” (real name unknown) was born to two rich pegasi who never really had time for him. He was raised by nannies and babysitters for most of his childhood, and really only interacted with his parents when they had to attend public events. With his family being as wealthy as they were, Dingo never really had to do anything for himself. Maids cleaned his room and did his laundry, personal groomers fixed his hair and kept his wings tidy, chefs cooked his meals and did all the dishes—he grew up having everything handed to him on a silver platter.
 
Dingo’s special talent is music, specifically playing the guitar, which has been his passion since he was a foal. His parents got him lessons with Equestria-renown musicians and bought him the most expensive equipment, so he got pretty good. So good, in fact, that when he turned eighteen, he decided that he was destined to become a famous musician, and left home to start his career. Without telling his parents. He figured they had other things to worry about and wouldn’t notice if their son vanished, only to reappear later as a rising star in the music scene. He was right, to an extent; it took his parents a few months to realize he wasn’t at home, and when they finally did, they assumed the worst. There were rumors of abduction, elopement, secret underground facilities that kidnapped pegasi for experiments… Of course, none of them were true. Dingo kinda just got bored and decided it was time to be independent.
 
Unfortunately for him, being independent requires knowledge about how to do things. Like how to brush your mane and style it the way you like, or how to cook food, or how to keep yourself clean, or how to manage money. Suddenly it’s a lot harder to care about nothing and let other ponies handle your life. Dingo can’t exactly walk into a restaurant and demand to be served his favorite hay-and-oat soup with a side of caramelized daisies and shredded alfalfa. Sir, this is a Hayburger King.
 
Over time, though, Dingo comes to accept the fact that he has no idea what he’s doing. He wanders around Equestria playing gigs for bits (and occasionally seeing his face in the missing ponies section of the newspaper, huh) and just enjoying life without responsibilities. There are times when he wishes he could go back to being a rich kid and constantly having the world at his disposal, but mainly he’s just out here living his best life.
 
Oh also he’s a complete dumbass. Just an absolute fool. No thoughts, head empty, wants to play music instead of thinking.