I came here from a link on the fanfiction referenced in the first post, and feel like giving this a shot, if it's still going to happen. Not gonna do that review thing for bonus points because I really don't see any glaring flaws in it, at least not so far.
Name: Lucky Star
Sexuality: Agnostic ("You can do whoever you want, I'm just not into that sort of thing.")
"Gizmo": Chameleon Eyes (inherent, +2 PER)
Inventory: Restoration Stone (heals 10 HP), Water Stone (produces 10 ounces of water), Night-eye Stone (grants 10 minutes of DND-style Darkvision), Escape Stone (transports up to 1 metric ton of mass to the nearest safe location within 10 miles [It uses units from two different systems because magic]), 50-foot rope, 10-foot collapsible pole, Flint-and-Steel
Lucky is a bit of a silly pony. She's always cheerful and optimistic, even in the worst of situations, and makes the most off-the-wall jokes to lighten the mood. She rarely lets bad things get to her, to the point that the first thing anypony hears about her is "nice girl, but completely oblivious". True to form, if asked how she feels about this Lucky would reply "Oh, I don't mind, I do zone out sometimes." She tends to avoid combat as much as possible, but knows that sometimes there's no alternative and is perfectly capable of not only holding her own in a fight, but excelling despite the odds not being in her favor.
Lucky has a rather athletic build, with powerful wings, arms, and legs. ("Of course ponies have arms, don't you know anything about medicine?") Her body color is best described as a pastel maroon, and her mane is blonde. Her eyes are indigo and her cutie mark is a rainbow starburst. She has the unique ability to control which way her eyes are looking individually; this made her a bit of a klutz as a filly, as she had a tendency to look in two separate directions when what she really needed was depth perception. Years of practice have given her eyesight comparable to that of a chameleon.
Lucky grew up in a rural area, and learned all kinds of practical skills while playing in the fields and woods. A retired adventurer lived in town, and told stories of her escapades to any foals interested enough to listen; Lucky spent hours listening to her tales of exploration and danger. Lucky decided she wanted to be an explorer as well when she grew up, on the grounds that "if I join up, maybe they won't have to run away panicking so much. Panicking is no fun at all."