These are NOT apps. Sometimes I just like sharing tid-bits of personal canon that can't otherwise be naturally worked into the main stories. It's a practice in imagination and writing.
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Winning Streaks II
There is no such thing as America in the dimension in which Equestria lies, but if there was, "all-American" would be an apt descriptive for Winning's early life. He was born to a big family in a sunny, picturesque, white picket fence town, a time and place where "ponies had morals" and everything was all barbecues and camping trips. Winning spent much of his time taking care of and playing with his younger family members, something he thoroughly enjoyed, and reaped the benefits of a warm, accepting, supportive environment by growing up to be a nurturing, empathetic, gentle stallion with a long fuse and a passion for taking care of others and simple fun. He was named after his uncle, hence why he is "II" and not "Jr."
There were three main occupational pursuits common in his family: Business, military, and sports, the latter of which being what Winning chose. He loved sports. He loved the way they brought ponies together, built hope and confidence, and just allowed for an excuse to have a wholesome good time - despite his name, winning was always irrelevant to him. It was the goodness the games themselves brought out of ponies that really mattered.
He carried this attitude with him all the way to college where he was among the top (American) football players, but found that other ponies didn't always share the same sentiments. While Winning himself remained respected and "popular" due to his obvious skill at the game, he often found himself at odds ends with the more competitive and elitist attitudes of his fellow jocks, who often felt frustration with Winning for not taking things as "seriously" as them. Winning would often do things like cheer for and compliment members of the opposing teams whenever they played well or scored and invite them out to eat afterwards regardless of who won - something they rarely accepted. He was shamelessly and unhesitatingly kind to everypony on campus and wasn't afraid to stand up to his fellow team members if he caught them behaving cruelly toward anypony. He rarely attended parties he did not believe would be wholesome, and his fraternity only consisted of him and three other stallions living under one large roof - Beaker Smoke, a science enthusiast, Lucky Shot, a tabletop and LARPing fan, and Dime-A-Dozen, a rich but timid stallion whose father paid for the house - whom he cooked and cleaned for and protected from toxic peer pressure and bullying.
Winning didn't necessarily get slack from "unpoplar" and more academically-minded ponies either. Although his grades were just as excellent as his football performance, he often had to deal with the label of "dumb jock" that was often applied to sports fans. Ponies sometimes assumed he wouldn't understand something they were talking about or that he couldn't possibly have any other interests or valuable characteristics outside of football. "Your glory days are numbered!" he was snapped at with self-righteous confidence, feeling no hypocrisy or guilt at their own insinuation that jocks were worthless to the world and resigned to irrelevance once they could no longer be jocks.
Still, Winning rarely let these things get him down. One day, Lucky let him know that he had forgotten a cosplay cape of his at Willoughby Heritage Park and asked Winning to pick it up for him on his way home from practice, which he did. There however he came across an absolutely insane looking girl who was completely losing her shit for no apparent reason and sending every other visitor to the park running away screaming. Winning quickly intervened, calming her down with techniques used by his coaches to calm worked up, angry players, and helped to collect her scattered belongings. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she flew off. Over the next few days he kept an eye out for her until he finally came across her sleeping on a train station bench in the middle of the night and correctly deduced that she was homeless. Feeling pity, he decided that there was plenty of room where he lived and gently roused her to offer such assistance, only to dodge with a lead pipe attack out of the girl apparently initially thinking he was a random night creep. He still offered her the room anyway and she agreed, introducing herself as Saphy Striker.
It took a little while to get used to Saphy's gruff and unkempt presence, but eventually she became just another member of the group and opened up about her predicament. Winning appreciated how she also stood up for his friends and didn't seem to take clique politics seriously, and worked to help her become a better-adjusted pony who had a chance to pursue her own talents and dreams.
After college, Winning decided against pushing his football career into the professional leagues, preferring to instead keep his love for sports in the casual, wholesome realm and become a children's coach instead. He now lives in Cloudsdale and is married to Saphy, with whom he has a single son, Willow Streaks. When it comes to their child, Winning performs most of the roles stereotypically associated with mothers, such as cooking, cleaning, being the voice of mercy, and fretting over Willow's health and well-being to sometimes neurotic lengths. One of his common concerns is the negative influence that parental pride has over youth sports, with children all too often being pressured into an inappropriate level of competitiveness, having too much of their self-esteem placed on winning, and parents generally trying to live through their foals' successes.
Sapphire "Saphy" Striker
Sapphire Striker, who prefers to be called "Saphy" because it sounds like "Sassy," had a rough start in life. She was born in a backwater, "hick" town in a mountain region with very little organized management, sanitation, or opportunity. It was the kind of place where the houses were rotting and everypony mostly kept to themselves but were more than willing to beat you with an inch of your life if you trespassed on their property. Her mother was sweet enough but very airy and absent-minded to the point of detriment, often doing things like forgetting to take the dinner out of the oven and nearly burning down the house or underreacting to the things going on around her. Her father was a gruff, aloof stallion who took very little interest in Saphy beyond the bare necessities of keeping her alive or making her help him lug the heavy scrap metals in their yard (which resulted in her having enormous strength).
Saphy earned her cutie mark during a rare trip out of town when her family passed a public park where tennis lessons for children were taking place. She was allowed to take a few swings to see how she liked it, and enjoying it so much so fast, her mark appeared, forever branding tennis as her life's calling - unfortunately that joy was short-lived, as finding there was no way he was willing to pay for the lessons, her father brushed off her mark appearance and dragged her along. She wouldn't get to again play tennis in its full capacity until many years later in life.
The bleak nature of her down as well as the lacking in emotional support her parents showed her caused Saphy to develop major anger management issues and a proclivity towards violence. When not assisting her father with heavy lifting, most of her days involved skipping school, wanton destruction toward nature and public venues, and beating the shit out of the slimy bully sons of her neighbors.
Her first taste at the chance of social mobility was when her father somehow managed to weasel her a spot in the prestigious Wonderbolts Academy. How he did that she'll never know, she didn't even have any desire to be a Wonderbolt, but he made his expectations pretty clear before sending her off to the boot camp: "Come home a Wonderbolt, or don't come home at all." At the academy, things weren't perfect but Saphy experienced some levity, making a couple of friends and managing to hold her own. Things took a downward slope when Saphy learned that one of the academy bully's was blackmailing one of her friends, causing her to seek vengeance by ramming him into a storm cloud during a training, creating a massive series of lightning storms that plagued all of Equestria for weeks. She was kicked out of the academy, and knowing her father meant what he said, found herself homeless.
Not sure where to go, Saphy found herself wandering toward a college town where she took a stop at Willoughby Heritage Park to vent her rage by throwing her things about, screaming, ripping off the drooping branches of the park's much beloved weeping willow trees, and just generally terrorizing the unsuspecting park visitors.
Her rampage was soon cajoled down by the arrival of local university football player, Winning Streaks. He calmed her down just enough to stop her tantrum and helped her collect her things, but she ditched him without good-bye soon after. They later met again late at night when he found her sleeping on a bench at the train station and she almost bludgeoned him with a lead pipe when he tried waking her up until she saw that he wasn't some stranger. Ever the good citizen, Winning offered to allow her to stay at his fraternity house until she got back on her hooves, and while Saphy was initially reluctant of staying with a bunch of young guys, she accepted since it was better than living in the streets. She was later relieved to find that Winning's "fraternity" only consisted of him and three other fairly nerdy stallions, all of whom were rather intimidated by a mare living with them let alone such an amazonian one.
The five got along fairly swell. Winning encouraged Saphy to visit the school psychology division to receive anger management, and it was during an incident in which Saphy defended the other fraternity members from being egged by bullies by bouncing the eggs back with a racket did he discover her hidden talent for tennis and encourage her to pursue that as well.
Today, Saphy has overcome her anger management issues and is a healthy pony, though she retains a temper and dominant personality. She is a star professional tennis athlete and married to Winning Streaks, with whom she has one son, Willow Streaks, named after the flora of the park she and her husband first met in. In the family dynamic, Saphy performs most of the functions that one would stereotypically associate with fathers, such as earning the primary income, dispensing discipline and hard line life advice to Willow, refusing to ask for directions during family trips, and being unreasonably suspicious and hostile toward any girls with possible interest in her child, while Winning performs more of the nurturing, stereotypically maternal roles. She does not have much contact with her parents anymore, whom her husband and son have never met.