Post by News Flash on Aug 2, 2014 18:32:13 GMT
Scootaloo
(the middle one)
(the middle one)
Age: 14
Family: N/A
Friends: Apple Bloom & Sweetie Belle, Rainbow Dash
Enemies: Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, any other foals who have their cutie marks
Love Interest: None so far
An orphan Pegasus from Ponyville, before its destruction, Scootaloo’s early life was nothing to remark upon. For the longest time, she lived a lonely existence with no-one really there for her, growing miserable as she struggled to so much as lift off the ground, and found her cutie mark wasn’t coming in. Misery and loneliness became bitterness, and soon Scootaloo began to resent other foals who had the mark of their special talents on display for all to see; even those who treated her kindly. After meeting first Sweetie Belle and then Apple Bloom – fellow blank flanks – Scoot decided the time had come to do something about it.
The three fillies soon became an inseparable trio. Unlike their alternate universe selves, however, this band of Crusaders wasn’t dedicated to finding their own cutie marks; rather, to making the lives of other foals who had their own marks as miserable as possible. Especial victims were Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, despite that the rich duo had been nothing but nice to the blank-flanked fillies.
While in spite of their bullying ways, the three Crusaders still appeared generally law abiding foals, in Scootaloo’s case, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The flightless pegasus foal had long ago come to revere the criminal Rainbow Dash, and time and again, she could be found lending support to the crime cartel that she was a part of; everything from smuggling Dash supplies to acting as spy for her when no-pony else was looking. So far, Scoot believes that even her fellow crusaders are oblivious to her criminal side.
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Scoot didn’t need to glance over her shoulder to know that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were still right behind her, one at each flank, as she led the way across the school playground. Other fillies and colts cowered away from them, trying to cover up their cutie marks or otherwise avoid drawing attention to themselves, and the orange pegasus seemed to thrive on the fear. One unicorn filly wasn’t trembling quite enough by Scootaloo’s estimation, and any other day she and her fellow crusaders would have made an example out of the girl; today, however, they had a specific target in mind and no time to waste putting down anypony else. The unicorn simply got a purple-eyed glower that promised her insolence wouldn’t be forgotten.
“Silver Spoon.”
Scootaloo enjoyed the way the bespectacled earth pony shied away from them; it gave her a feeling of power. Behind her, her fellow crusaders had each come to a stop, too, and their three pairs of eyes narrowed maliciously. Scoot gave a brief glance to each one, received nods of approval in return, then returned her full attention to the unfortunate filly.
“So remind me again what your oh-so-special cutie mark means – that you have to be spoon-fed by somepony else because you’re just that incompetent?”
