Cheerio- Mlp oc

I'm sorry, I'm not that good at coloring. Pencil drawings are more my cup of tea. I really wanna try digital art too but the stuff for it is really expensive and I'm kinda poor. Idk we'll see though

So this is Cheerio (said like the British hello)
Nickname: Sir (this is the name he goes by if the pony is not a close friend/family member)
Sex: Transgender male
Race: Unicorn
Relationship status: Straight and single
Age: 6 years (17)
Accessories include:
- His on fleek mustache of two taped on wheat grains (explanation in backstory)
- The trademark dark blue top hat
- The matching bow tie
- And if he's feeling especially fancy he will sometimes wear a ring around his horn

By the way this is not a representation of myself. I am not transgender nor am I dapper (ew formal clothes) and I am a southern American so not proper and definitely not British. Cheerio is just a cool idea I came up with while eating cereal on the sofa one afternoon. So don't get him confused for a ponysona.

Now for backstory:
Cheerio was raised on a wheat farm just west of Trottingham. Born the eldest and only daughter of his siblings, Cheerio was tasked with most of the farm work. However even when he had been a little little filly he knew that something was off. The ranch property was located just next to a neighborhood of Trottingham aristocrats, Cheerio would watch in awe as they walked by the fence dripping with riches and finery. He had asked his mother if she happened to have any of the beautiful clothing in her wardrobe. She had presented him a small dress but when he tried it on something still was off. His favorite outfits were the tuxedos and hats that he saw the male nobles wearing. And so he began to do more and more chores around the farm until his allowance was high enough to buy a gorgeous suit from the Trottingham tailor. When the tailor questioned the next day why cheerio wanted a colt suit he couldn't answer, he just simply felt like a boy more than a girl. Years later after he had been dressing fancy around the farm and around town and earned a cutie mark in the process he began his transition to a colt. However, before he could tell all of his family about his decision his mother fell gravely ill with a uncommon disease called the trots. His parents room was her final resting place. Cheerio remembered how his mother had once made for him his breakfast from scratch. His favorite being Cheerios made from the same grain they grew in their backyard. After his mother had passed and he had officially transitioned to male with his family having his back he set out to become an aristocrat. Climbing his way up the social ranks of the small city with his charm and his dapper looks. One thing he had always wanted was a mustache to go along with his formal expression, and while he lacked the testosterone to grow one himself he threw in a little nod to the place in which he called home as he taped two wheat grains directly underneath his nostrils. Still dressing nice and achieving his dreams, to this day Cherrio is the spokesman for the Trottingham government. Having held meeting with Princess Celestia herself everyone across Equestria knew his name. The lesson to be learned is, that your upbringing and you looks don't matter it's your determination to rise to the top and once you reach that point you can do or be anything.


I know I'm a good storyteller.
Trust me, I write WAY too many fan fictions
Anyways that's all I've come up with for now.
Thank you for reading,
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