Main Attribute: Intelligence (?)  
Role: Carry, Initiator, Escape, Disabler
 
Lore:  
“Life as the Weather Manager is quite tough you know, what’s with the job occasionally taking away 10 precious seconds which I can use to train for the Wonderbolts. But even with the normal daily grind, you know that strange things might happen that can turn your life 180 degrees, in the most unexpected of ways.
 
That one time I was attempting to clear out a much fiercer storm coming straight from the Everfree. I had no knowledge about that Celestia forsaken storm, which blows much, much harder than a couple of the usual storms put together. It just flailed me around wildly till my wings snapped in half. I can do nothing about it. Life flashed before my very eyes; I don’t believe I’ve been defeated by some… souped up version of a consarned storm.
 
And there’s where things went a little weird. Voices ringing inside my ears as I lay unconscious introduced himself, or herself, can’t really remember, as the “Sentient Storm of the Everfree.” Apparently every hundred full moons, there will be born this very entity, a storm blowing with a gale force of great magnitude from the Everfree, laying waste to everything in its path before disappearing in the same sudden way as it arrives. He was amused by my futile attempt to stop him. I was furious at his claim and me being me, I challenged him. He was genuinely surprised that a “puny pony” like me would stand up against him, but also admired my bravery and loyalty to others whom I had to protect. He mentioned something about “proving myself…” I don’t really recall. But when I woke up, I discovered that I am able to actually manipulate storms with a flick of my hooves, generate amounts of electricity whenever I demanded it, and best of all, my wings are as good as new.
 
Welp, I suppose it’s just another routine day in the life of a weather manager. Right?”