Razor

He was born in one of the most "troublemaking" clans of Griffonstone, the IronBeak clan. A clan which was blessed with great blacksmiths, to forge the armors of every soldier and even the king's, explores whose's maps had the location of every corner of Equestria, every single detail. But...this clan was also blessed with bave warriors who were trained in the moment they broke out of the shell to serve king Grover with honor and fight until their last breath. Those were the stories that Razor's grandfather and former chief of the clan told him everynight, and he enjoyed them.

But......after losing the Idol of Boreas, some members of the IronBeak clan just turned their backs on what was left of their kingdom and became mercenaries or thieves, spreading fear across Equestria. That was something that Razor couldn't stand for, just seeing how the name of his clan got stained by the actions of fools who forgot what they used to stand for.......honor.

After that, Razor made an oath. That he would reestablish the glory and honor of the clan. Time passed and Razor's effort to help the clan got him nothing but troubles and a few fights where he barely got out unharmed. One day his grandfather talked with him. He was dying, but before the death came for him, he made Razor the new chief of the clan. That day many cried for the death of the chief, Razor was the last to leave after the funeral. Now with the position of chief, Razor can try to undo the damage made to his clan. This is his story

I hope you like this, sorry if my english suck i was a bit sleepy while writing his backstory.