Richter Morte

There is a barren land, lying to the north of Equestria’s border. It is a harsh and unforgiving land, where supplies are limited, the land is lifeless, and despair reigns. This land is known as nothing more but the Wastes, where only the strongest thrive, while the weak are held in contempt. The inhabitants, consisting of ponies, griffons, and minotaurs, are locked in constant strife, neither race having been able to claim dominance of the harsh world around them. In the Wastes, Winter never leaves.

Richter was born into this harsh land as, for all intents and purposes, an orphan. His mother died soon after she gave birth, and his father abandoned him to the frigid cold. But fortune decided to smile upon him, as he was soon adopted by a clan of nomads consisting of all three major sentient species in the Wastes. The three nomad mystics foresaw great things in the colt’s future, and took it upon themselves to educate him in the arcane secrets of all three tribes.

Furthermore, it seemed as if Richter had a natural talent for tinkering and creating. As he grew, he began to take an interest in the minotaur’s constructions and machinations, eventually becoming the blacksmith’s apprentice. However, instead of being a simple smithy like his teacher, the young colt’s rattled through ambitious projects with manic zeal, emboldened by both his explosive failures and his unprecedented discoveries. Combining both his magical and technical disciplines, Richter was able to create tools and machines that helped his extended family thrive in the unforgiving cold.

Richter was allowed to live a happy childhood, until disaster struck him once more.

While away on a trading trip for more supplies, his nomadic family clan was struck down by three different purist clans with no mercy. When the young colt of 16 years old returned, his family, his home, and his heart and been shattered, left to burn to ashes in the unforgiving cold. It was at that moment something in him finally cracked, as his harsh laughter could be heard in the howling gales.

His inhibitions gone, he went on a violent rampage, ruthlessly hunting down the three purist tribes and slaughtering them all with his creations. With his revenge complete, Richter embraced his madness, kidnapping members of other clans and subjecting them to his ‘experiments’.

Beware the laughter of the Wastes…for it may be the last thing you ever hear.

“As I live...ALL SHALL SUFFER!”
-Richter Morte, The Ghost of The Wastes.

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[EDIT: 5/20/2013] has drawn a comic further explaining Richter's origin story. Read it up here: [link]