My roleplaying party - I drew this after a session in which we took over a pirate ship and used balloons to fly it into the air. Left to right:
 
Dust Wraith, our pegasus who never talks. He likes to climb tall objects. He’s more or less our tank.
 
Break Dance, our Lightning Bruiser. He jumps around a lot and usually goes along with the plans of…
 
Zot, our zebra/unofficial leader. (He’s my character). An idiot by nature who goes with whatever plan he thinks of, particularly if it involves sandwiches. He’s also paranoid that everypony around him is secretly racist.
 
Silver Star, who usually tries to be the voice of reason but is drowned out. The resident magic user who we turn to when everything fucks up.