Your Cutie Mark Crusade.

Its not on EPR yet, but mine is a raincloud with 4 droplets coming out,
its symbolic of my love for the big blue sea, ever since I caught my first wave on a bodyboard I never stopped wanting to be in the ocean. Kitesurfing, sailing, paddleboarding, w/e!

EXCEPT FOR WINDSURFING.

 

Xbox controller and crossed wrenches. I love playing Xbox, and I'm incredibly adept at fixin' things.

 

My cutie mark is the symbol for the Brotherhood of NOD, from the command & conquer series.

Literal:

I love to play C&C
I love to discuss military strategy
I love to prove that, tactically or strategically, I'm better than anypony. (But only to that extent)
I love to study up on tactics that historical figures have used in the past, and put myself in place of the one who was defeated, and see if I would be capable of achieving victory where the other commander could not.

Practical:

I apply historical strategies and tactics to the RTS games I play. Often times, I tell my forces to use ambush and surprise. A favored tactic when on the offensive is a pincer attack. I'll have heavy units draw enemy fire, while my lighter units go around behind, and flank the enemy. I also like to keep the enemy on the ropes with raids. I'll have a main force draw the enemy away from their base, while a small, quick moving task force slips behind their lines, and attacks their supply routes. This is often called a war of attrition, where I force the enemy to withdraw due to the inability to keep the pressure on my forces.

When on the defensive, I'll let the enemy push as deep into my territory as I can, then, when they're at their weakest, I'll strike at them sideways with everything I have, often ambushing them, and isolating separated units to pick off one by one. I'll often use deceit and treachery to throw my enemy off guard, and make myself unpredictable. I'll lead the enemy, making him think that he has the upper hand, then strike from nowhere, and force him to play by my rules. Someone who's played against me a hundred times would still never know what to expect from my forces.

Symbolic:

The Brotherhood of NOD is renown for it's treachery, cunning ploys, and guerrilla tactics. In a stand up fight, the forces of the Brotherhood cannot match their opponent blow-for-blow. But when they employ ambushes and traps, they make short work of their opponents. Their fighting strategies are very similar to mine, and often, I can draw parallels between myself, and any Brotherhood commander, when we are utilizing the same tactics, and have the same mindset for a battle. The only difference between myself and any Brotherhood commander (aside from religious beliefs) is moral code. Like the Brotherhood, my attacks are cruel, and unrelenting. But unlike the Brotherhood, I believe in mercy, and I don't let my forces attack neutral factions or civilians. I recognize noncombatants as just that, noncombatants. Which is probably why I wouldn't make it very far in the Brotherhood's ranks. Nevertheless, my strategies are a sight to behold, and I would be a boon to the Equestrian military as a great strategist.

Backstory:

I was never one of the "cool kids" at school. I was always the weirdo, the one everybody liked to pick on. I grew sick of it. I tried getting the teachers to help me, but they said there was nothing they could do about it because they never saw it happen. No, the bullies at my school were also the favorite students of some of my teachers. There were a couple that were different, Mrs. Horton, for example. She was cruel, strict, but she sympathized with me. And I went to her with my problems, and she was only too glad to help. But there was only so much she could do without actually witnessing the other students picking on me.

One day, I was reading "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, the master strategist of the ancient world. The other teachers didn't like it. They said it promoted gang violence (Which is completely ludicrous, but what do you expect from Liberals) and hey wanted it banned from the school, and me suspended for bringing the book in. But the principal was on my side, saying "It's a book. It's not going to do any harm." I was happy for that. That same day, I was cornered by three of the bullies that were always giving me a hard time. I thought to myself, 'what would Sun Tzu do?' Well, the answer was obvious.

I had read earlier in that chapter what he would do. 'When the enemy outnumbers you three to one, divide your forces, and strike from the shadows.' My forces were already divided. Mrs. Horton was nearby, and she would surely help. I just had to get to her. So I pushed the weakest of the three out of the way, and ran. As I anticipated, they chased me. I rounded the corner, and knocked on Mrs. Horton's door, and turned to face the bullies. As the door opened, the bullies grabbed me, and the biggest one punched me in the face. Mrs. Horton saw the whole thing, and boy, was SHE ever angry. These three guys, who thought they could get away with anything, were put in detention for a month, and their parents were held responsible for their actions. The school was on my side now, and from there on out so much as a peep out of me about them would get them in a LOAD of trouble. Of course they had support from the teachers that liked them, but a fat load of good it did, with Mrs. Horton on my side.

Sure, I had a shiner from it, and sure, I still didn't have any friends, but no one wanted to mess with me, and everyone generally stayed away from me. And let me tell ya, when the only options for friends are a crapload of jerks that think they're better than everyone else, I'd much rather be alone. But on that day, I realized something. If I hadn't read the Art of War that day, I would've gone home with a bunch of bruises all over my body. I realized that I was a good planner, and able to think quick on my feet. Given that, I could think my way out of anything. I could plan out and anticipate exactly what I needed to do in order to achieve a favorable outcome. I was a strategist, and using my mind, I could win any fight.

 

I got my cutie mark after I realized what my special talent was, and that talent is sharing.

I wondered what I was really good at. My friends told me I was always giving things to people, always offering to help people out.

The three lolipops represent sharing: one for me, one for you, and one for anyone who asks.

 

Well, since I went for an overhaul of my entire everything, it is time for a cutie mark change. This one, of course, not being based purely on being awesome.

What is it, you may ask? The answer is that it is exactly what it looks to be.

A wisp of smoke.

A wisp of smoke is ephemeral in it's shape, one moment confusing, without meaning, and in the next perfectly ordered, inspiring, almost alive. I am in constant flux, one moment sombre, serious, and chaotic and jovial the next. Sometimes, I deliver messages with meaning, and in others, my very words are in disarray.

A wisp of smoke is intangible. One can try to chop at it, cut it, spear it, but it will always shift, change, but will never be hit. Like smoke, I avoid any harm thrown at me, or at least try. Most times, I will shift around the problem, or as in fencing, where one must always dodge, never try to face the blade head on.

A wisp of smoke is who I am. Ephemeral, intangible, perhaps even transient, but all too real.

 

^ Even if singing is your new main hobby, earphones still encompass that, and as such are just a better cutie mark if this hobby stays, giving you less reason to change it.

The reason I changed it was because, well, I felt that the time has come to shift my image.

 

I have a much better version.
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