Name: Dr. Whooves

Sex: Stallion

Age: 50/55

Species: Earth Pony

Pelt Color: Light Brown

Mane and Tail color: Dark Brown

Cutie Mark: A Sand hourglass. My love and fascination of time and history has been with me since my youth and will probably be with me until my dying breath unless I manage to solve the mystery of aging, immortality and yogurt (the last one is more related to the previous two than you'd think!)

Physique: Well while I do some times over indulge on the sweets I do manage to keep myself in fair tip top shape condition.

Origin: Like all ponies I started out life the same as any and the first five years of my young days of a foal was hardly any different than any other. I went through the usual small trials and tribulations that await all when we begin to associate with our peers, desire to fit in, learning what you younger foals now call "cool!". And like so many...my life took it's own unique course on the day I found what role I was meant to play in the whole universal scheme of things. One day it was a take your colt to work where my father worked at...they later realized that this was a poor event to schedule at a mine. Now my father had given me specific instructions not to wander off. Like any foal of my age as I did as expected, I wandered off. Shortly afterwards with a little pick axe in hoof I saw something odd jutting out of some rock recently uncovered. With a bit of work I managed to uncover the fossilized skeletal remains of a screaming pony. At first I was amazed and excited at what I had found, then I learned what it was I staring at as I mirrored the long deceased pony and screamed. This in turn not only alerted my father to where I was, but also caused some of the tunnel I was in to crack and crumble a little. Once all was said I found out what the fossilized remains of the pony had been screaming about...the fossilized skeletal remains of a Manticore that loomed over it.

Studying the sight I marveled at the fact at how these two simple images frozen in time had allowed me to learn about a single instance that had occurred in the past and what more we might learn of it. This would lead to an avalanche of curiosity that would lead me to finding out just who this pony was. It wasn't too hard as few ponies had gone missing over the years and soon I had my answer. The answer itself was even more interesting, it turns out his name was Kyle with the investigation involving his disappearance saying he had been expected at Fillydelphia where apparently the poor lad had gotten himself lost having refused to carry a map. Needless to say this drew me further and further into the field of archeology and history as now I wanted to know everything there was to know about it. All of this causing my cutie mark to appear.

But the study of known history didn't end there for me, I wanted to know more not just about the past, but the present and the future. One could say this lead to something of a healthy obsession or as healthy as obsessions go as to how everything was connected. (I mean I've heard of unhealthy obsessions so logic dictates there must be healthy ones!) At the age of 12 Math, science, literature, and magic...I delved deeply into them all, but ultimately it always lead back to analyzing them all from a fourth dimensional perspective as to how they all developed. However as one of my wise teachers pointed out to me, that research without a goal or direction is meaningless.

So what would be my goal? While there have been numerous paths I have explored, countless experiments I've done, ultimately it all boils down to the betterment of ponykind...if I don't accidentally blow us all up first.