Kevlar and Curtail

Illustration from Fallout Equestria: Point Break. The main character, Kevlar (on the right) and his companion, Curtail, and their general aesthetic as of Chapter 7.

Kevlar is loading his (actual phrasing) "Ridiculously oversized revolver, more fit for taking out tanks or property deconstruction than risking the wielders health by simply dealing with the recoil.". Her name is Graphene, and if you get the reference I'll send you a cookie for your astonishing knowledge of obscure fiction. Don't worry, he's not on fire. His magic is just ominously similar. (I'll give you a second to take in just how cool that is.)

I'm not supposed to release anything about the story, on account of the author still being a massive coward about it, (vocabulary edited for sensitive souls) but I'll give you a quick rundown;

Kevlar, the main character and perspective of the tale, was raised by his parents and three sisters in the depths of Manehattan in a secluded section of the city safe from most factions and the elements, after a Steel Ranger patrol killed his parents in self defense (they were both flamer-wielding lunatics, to say it justice) they escorted the children to the Silverside chapter as they were all still young enough for initiation, save Kevlar who was left at The Fortress trading outpost on his own. After years of security service in the local milita, he had become quite the capable fighter, dealing mostly with pistols. With the quick trigger needed to deal with the pestering raiders, he has been conditioned to focus on multiple enemies and aim for vitals, giving him a swift and lethal reaction time.
Angry and confused about the abandonment by his sisters, but not so much of the death of his parents whom he loathed with a passion, he spent his time not so much as surviving day to day, but rather finding a reason to keep going in seemingly the only position in the wasteland plagued by scheduals and mind boggeling boredom. He's pessimistic, obsessive and aggressive, but most worryingly of all, he's completely unaware of the sexual advances of his best friend. After a rather dark turn of events leaves him bare from the shoulder down, he's adopted by Curtails trio of Pegasi who transport him to a proper medical facility to receive a cybernetic prosthetic. While Curtails companions leave after a while, Kevlar does not. The pair begin traveling together.

Curtail is a Regulator, a paragon working to achieve some manner of structure in the wastes by bringing an end to especially morally deprevated foes. It distracts him enough from his past to not bite the bullet. But by finding the ghost of his younger self in Kevlar, he sees the opportunity for atonement, the chance to aid a victim, rather than cure an impervious disease. Kevlar, on the other hand, sees the chance to break the cycle of repetition.
Together, Kevlar and Curtail has found something: A worthwhile cause.

And all matter of silliness will be explored along the way, including, but not limited to: Suffering a panic attack by seeing someone light a cigarette, impersonating slavers to infiltrate a factory complex after shamelessly mocking anyone who would pretend to be a slave when you can wander freely with less whip marks when you simply ask for a job, take out a siblings warship with a cannon, get drunk and jokingly reveal to armed Enclave soldiers that your best friend is a Dashite because you confused them for mannequins, blow a hoof-sized hole in a wall after arguing that you are perfectly capable of properly securing your weapons and my personal favourite: Threatening four hostiles with six different weapons at the same time. (Fuck yeah, magic.)

On a side note, Curtails eyes aren't white. The lack of colour is due to a software malfunction, not personal negligence. Imagine a pair of cyan-lingering-on-green eyes.