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Fandom Attack on Titan: Birds of Paradise | Character Thread
- Thread starter Moonlessite
- Start date
Moonlessite
Member
TRAINING REGIMENT NPCS
Viktor Fuchs (DECEASED)
Heiko Schönfinkel
Lena Becker (DECEASED)
Fiona Byrne
Noah Esiner
SCOUT NPCS
Commander of the Survey Corps, Ambrose Almeras
Hillel Ackerman, Special Operations Squad
Pia Nacht, Special Operations Squad
Emile Rousseau, Special Operations Squad
Xavier Andreassen, Special Operations Squad
GARRISON NPCS
MILITARY POLICE NPCS
Seth Soroka
Bee Hatton
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alexfangtalon
Philosophical Idiot
"I've gotta be the best. I can't lose her!"
Name:
Anke Vinter
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
Origin:
Shiganshina District, Wall Maria
Birthday:
January 17th
Affiliations:
Took various odd jobs. The only real affiliation is with Elke. Now with the 104th Training Regiment.
Hair Color:
Honey Blonde
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'4"
Weight:
121 lbs.
Complexion:
Fair
Body Composition:
Toned
Honey Blonde
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'4"
Weight:
121 lbs.
Complexion:
Fair
Body Composition:
Toned
Personality:
Anke is a very loud individual. Not in the sense of hurting your eardrums, she can do that, but she has a habit of making her presence known wherever she goes. She is bold, courageous, and boisterous. After the events at Shiganshina, she made a promise to herself to always take action. To push forward and do her best. Due to her upbringing, she grew to have a mistrust of people other than Elke. She can't remember how many times she got cheated out of proper pay for her work. It made her angry that just because she was a kid that adults could treat her what felt like a lesser being just because of age. Others her age weren't much better. They could be so cruel. She got in so much trouble chasing down the bullies and getting into fights. She would never admit what the fights were over but she knows Elke is smarter than that. She will listen to authority figures and help people if they ask but the only person she actively seeks to help is Elke. She is currently the only person that Anke cares about. She has been taking care of her so long that she has started to look at her as more of a younger sister that it's her duty to protect rather than as her twin. Her equal and best friend in this world. They have a good relationship but it would likely be healthy for them to be separated at least a little. For one to become more independent, and the other to realize her sister is more capable than she thinks.
Short Backstory:
Along with her twin sister, Elke, Anke was born in Shiganshina. For as long as they could remember they would do everything together. They were a package deal, you got one and the other would be right there. Unfortunately for the twins, their mother died before they could get the chance to really know her. That left them in the care of just their father. He wasn't a good parent. He didn't beat them or verbally berate them but he was barely a presence in their life. Merely leaving them with enough money to eat for a bit from time to time. It was never enough so Anke, being the bolder of the two, took it upon herself to take care of Elke. In all likelihood, this is part of why Anke dislikes people so much. So, many of them only care for themselves so Anke began to only care about Elke and herself.
Eventually, their current day/night cycle ended when their father died of an awful plague that ran through Shiganshina. The girls were at least lucky enough to have an aunt and uncle who wanted to take them in. At first, Anke was wary of the two but they seemed kind enough. She kept telling herself she didn't care about them but the fact that their aunt looked similar to their mother drew her in a little. Anke did notice that Elke wasn't exactly happy about the change but for once in her life, she didn't have any ideas on how to help. Elke started attaching herself more and more to Anke and they became much closer than before. They had two adults to support them meaning they didn't have to work as much as before meaning that as they grew they could spend even more time together.
By the time they became 13, Anke knew the safest place to go was further into the walls. The best way she saw to do that was to become one of the MP. So, she told Elke that she was going to enlist. She hoped that through this she'd be able to keep her sister safe but she didn't expect Elke to want to enlist as well. Not sure of how she can keep Elke safe when she is a soldier too, Anke yet again stumbles in figuring out what to do.
Likes:
- Elke
- Hard Work
- Being Praised
- Learning New Skills
Dislikes:
- People(she can warm up to them)
- The Sound of Eating(more of a fear/hatred of the noise)
- Lazy People
- Those Who Renege on Their Word/Deals
Quirk:
Makes promises way too often. Snores really loudly and is very mobile when asleep. Tries to act as the big sister of anyone she grows to care about even if they are older than her or the same exact age. If she ever gets to the point where she no longer wants to fulfill a promise she'll try to find a backdoor to get out of it rather than actively breaking it herself.
Other:
Theme & Battle Theme
homintales
The only supremacy, is Pieck supremacy
"The Military Police is comprised of weak idiots. The same kinda people who can't even fight. They're supposedly meant to protect the people inside these Walls. But really, they're only in it so they can stay inside the Walls, and away from our true enemy."
Name: Sera Mayer
Age: 15 (Pre Wall Destruction)
Gender: Female
Origin: Trost District
Birthday: April 11th
Affiliations: Sera was a smuggler at a young age, obtaining a small yet notable reputation throughout the years. She has gotten into more than a little trouble with the Military Police. She was given employment at a young age, as she was small enough to go unnoticed.
Appearance Details: Sera always tries to maintain a proper appearance.
Personality: Though she can appear kind at first glance, which she is so long as she is treated with the same form of respect you would give anyone else, don't let that fool you. Sera is quite the aggressor when push comes to shove. Back in Trost, Sera found that was the only way she could manage to survive. Any other way, and the Military Police would've gotten a nice capture in a long time ago.
Backstory: Born inside the Trost District, Sera Mayer's family was yet another family that possessed no steady supply of income or other necessities. For too long, they were living on the streets of Trost, living in constant fear. Then, at the age of 12, Sera encountered a man who would change a once struggling family. He gave a simple task to Sera. Get a suspicious looking package to a customer who was a long walk away without the Military Police catching wind, and the man would give a reward in return. That was the same night that turned Sera into a smuggler, and the same one that kept Sera's family from starving. No one in Trost was more disgusted with the existence of the Titans than Sera was. She viewed them as the sole reason Humanity was in such an awful state of living, and wished for nothing more than to watch all of them perish at the hands of Humanity. And when they managed to get through Wall Maria, that same loathing only increased. And then, when Sera's Father Duncan was sent off with millions of other men to reclaim lost territory in Maria, and when almost none of those men, including Duncan, returned, Sera immediately started to prepare for revenge.
Likes: Jogging whenever the sun is out, making new friends, always thinking three steps ahead in order to achieve the greatest outcome, taking jobs that in anyway mess with the Military Police, and snuggling.
Dislikes: Titans, no matter what kind they are, the Military Police, living inside the Trost District, Spiders, when someone makes a short person joke(s), and people who are unfortunate enough to mock the stutter she has no choice to possess.
Quirks: Though it isn't much of a quirk, Sera suffers from a severe stuttering issue. Her parents, spending years researching, were never able to discover what caused the issue. At one point Sera attempted to seek out therapy in order to get rid of the constant stutter. However, this therapy was only able to keep the stutter from worsening.
Other: Sera's family, not counting Duncan, Sera's Father, consists of two Sisters, Sophia and Sigrun, a Mother, Fiona, and a Brother, Jory. When Sera first left Trost, seeking a way to fight the Titans, Jory, who was only 9 at the time, requested that she take him along for the ride. Sera, of course, refused, telling Jory that someone still needed to watch over the rest of the family.
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Arcanist
It's always darkest before the dawn
Joanna 'Jo' Schreiber
| “We've never lived, only survived. Are people only realising this now? It's never been our choice. I learned that the hard way.” Jo |
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Origin: Karanes District
Birthday: February 17th
Affiliations: Daughter of the merchant Krause Schreiber. Now affiliated with the 104th Cadet Corps.
Appearance Details: Stands at 5’7 and weighs 133lbs. Always seems to have a honking red nose. She is never without a silk yellow, polka dot bandana tied around her neck.
Personality: Jo, first off, has brains. That may seem like it shouldn’t be a big personality trait, but the fact is, she knows she’s got the intelligence. Jo certainly has no qualms showing that off, and if anything, believes that puts her in a better stead than most people. She doesn’t hate people who aren’t as quick as her, but an eyeroll or a sigh never goes amiss nor a, “Do I need to repeat that again? You understand this, right?” after explaining something, which comes off as more patronising than she intends.
Though her resting bitch face and smart superiority tells otherwise, Jo isn’t all that bad to be around. For one, she is extremely loyal, a feat noted in relation to her dedication to her family, though, brings doubts as to whether she can fully commit herself to the military and humanity’s fight against the Titans. She’s full of determination, a woman who tries and tries again until she’s exhausted all her options and reaches her goal. She’s willing to help others out - if they’ll learn from it, and it means she can get a kick out of showing off. And, you know, because it’s nice too. Yeah.
Deep down, she's ashamed. Ashamed of her father in particular, and the debt and the humiliation that came with it as a result. She seems to be so loyal to her family, and yet, she can never really bear to speak about them all that much. That doesn't mean to say she doesn't care for them or doesn't want to see them out of this situation of theirs, but many times she had thought it, and was guilty in thinking it, but she believed they were all better off dead.
Backstory: Born to Krause and Orla Schreiber, Jo lived rather comfortably for a while with her parents and younger twin brothers, Danner and Frederick. Her father traded in clothing, silks, and other such goods, and was based in the Karanes district for the most part. Well-educated (though, less proficient in her manners), she grew up content and worry-free, spending more time than enough reading, taking care of her brothers, or playing with their cook’s son, Laurie, whom she had found a trusted friend in. She truly and naively thought that nothing in their lives would change.
Jo was proven incredibly wrong when she found out that her parents took the decision to lay off Laurie’s mother and essentially send them packing. She was furious about the decision, going so far as to confront her parents about it, only to discover their finances were in a horrible shape. Loans, gambling, and terrible investments were the culprits, though, her father had been the orchestrator of such situations. Jo was 11 at the time it had happened.
And it was not long after that Laurie had moved away to Shinganshina District, that Wall Maria fell. Figuratively and physically, lives were falling apart, Jo’s especially. After not hearing contact from her childhood friend, she assumed Laurie and his mother died as a result of the fall of Wall Maria, something that had devastated and shook her.
Over the next couple of years, Jo’s family were forced to downsize. Jo had no other choice but to take on multiple odd jobs to chip away at the debt they had built, to sell many of their own possessions. She had hated every bit of it. The whispers, the sneers, the shock at seeing Jo having to take up such menial work for her family's benefit. The sins of the father, huh? Her brothers had suggested stealing at one point, to which that option was quickly and firmly shut down. As if their name needed to be dragged through any more shit. She thinks of her father's desperation, his begging to supposed old friends. She thinks often of how her mother disappeared some nights and never returned until morning.
She never spoke of it. And Jo never asked. It took so much to survive inside these Walls.
Eventually, the idea of joining the military was an idea that was thrown out there by Jo herself. Not for glory, not for humanity, but purely so she could reach the Top 10 and grab herself a spot in the Military Police force. They paid well, much better than the Garrison and the Corps by far. Perhaps it would even patch up their family reputation. It wouldn't fix it, but it was better than the menial work she had to endure. Her parents were horrified at the idea at Jo joining up. But Jo never relented though when it came to that. She badgered them, and badgered them, telling them it was one of their only viable options to clearing this debt. Her parents didn’t seem to have the belief she could make it into the Military Police. Jo thought much differently, and she would prove to them that she was capable of it.
She joined at 16, after several years of attempting to get her parents to come around to the idea. The training would be difficult. She’d be up all night, studying every technique needed to be used against Titans or even humans, the Military Police’s biggest enemy in reality. She'd endure the hardships, for she hadn't endured much worse than what she already had.
Jo would save her family. Anything to make sure they all to survived inside these walls.
Likes:
- Reading
- Cats
- The smell of smoke
- Astronomy (or at the least, wondering what’s beyond the sky)
- Small talk
- Flowers
- Low-self esteem (the trait, not necessarily people with the said trait)
- People who are wasteful with their resources
Other: Theme & Battle Theme
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Captain Spooks
Your friendly neighborhood Darkwraith
"God, you're being such a pain in the ass,"
Name:
Alastair Reginar
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Origin:
Ehrmich District
Birthday:
October 7th
Affiliations:
Noble
Appearance Details:
Hair color:
Blonde
Eye Color:
Light-Blue
Height:
5,10
Weight:
156 Lbs
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Thin but lean. Has the body of a noble, less for work and more for show.
Blonde
Eye Color:
Light-Blue
Height:
5,10
Weight:
156 Lbs
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Thin but lean. Has the body of a noble, less for work and more for show.
Personality:
Alastair can easily be seen as your average run-of-the-mill high-born noble. He's selfish, cocky, self-centered, and abrasive. At least on the surface, he acts as such believing that he is greater than the low-born commoners and as such more important than them. Yes to put it bluntly he's a spoiled asshole, he doesn't shy away from insulting, antagonizing, and bluntly pointing out others' flaws (Which usually is directed at their social status). As well as boasting about everything he does well or is good at. But when faced with failure Alastair flies into a rage.
Though beneath that rough exterior there lies a troubled boy, due to his past Alastair has developed a superiority complex meaning that all of those feelings of superiority and selfishness are just ways of covering up his feeling of inferiority and the scars of past failures. But these feelings of inferiority rarely surface.
But one thing that leaks out from the true Alastair is a strong sense of justice, he dislikes unfairness and the mistreating of others. Even though he often insults commoners Alastair hates to see them be tricked and abused by those higher up, though due to events in his past he's unable to do anything about it until he grows as a person.
Short Backstory:
Born into a noble family within the tall walls of Wall Sina in the Ehrmich District has lived a comfortable life compared to others. Being heir and the only son Alastair was sheltered for most of his childhood, rarely leaving the family estate and being taught by private tutors.
The news of Wall Maria came quickly to Ehrmich and with increased recruiting campaigns in the city, Alastair's parents decided he should join the military and become a member of the MP to help bolster his family recognition and status. Alastair agreed, knowing not to go against his parent's wishes.
Likes:
Tea
Meaty dishes
Reading
Dislikes:
Failing
Angering his parents
Titans
Commoners
Quirk:
Runs his hand through his hair when he's annoyed, scratches the back of his neck when he's nervous.
Often flinches when someone raises a hand to him.
Other:
Theme
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Name: Nina Polgar
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Origin: Countryside of Wall Maria
Birthday: 20th February
Affiliations: Prior to becoming a cadet, she came from a family of millers and would often help them run the mill alongside doing her household chores.
Appearance Details: Nina often wears her hair back in two small braids to keep it out of her face when working or training. She has a petite build with lean muscles, standing at 5’2” and weighing 119 lbs. In the summer she gains a splattering of freckles on her cheeks.
Personality: Nina has always been a hard-working girl, striving to do her utmost best at anything she attempts even if she knows she may fail initially. This determined nature of hers leads her to often try support her comrades and friends as she wants to help them be the best they can be, whether that’s by helping them train or pointing out their weaker areas which she noticed. Whilst being generally soft spoken and sweet, she isn’t afraid to become sharp-tongued and dip into a colder disposition. Sometimes this slips out when giving criticism which she apologises for after realising.
She is polite and kind to strangers and acquaintances. As a child she was always told to treat people with respect, which she follows until that respect is lost. However, when she gets to know people better she is more talkative, expressive and excitable. It’s not a rare sight to see a small smile worn on her face as she is easily pleased simply by being in the presence of those she likes. However, around those she dislikes, Nina remains civil but distant. She tries to be on good terms with everyone regardless of her personal feelings.
A strength of hers is that she remains calm under pressure and keeps a level head during most situations, easily adapting to new threats. The negative of this is that she often has to ignore her emotions to be more analytical of the environment and those around her. Forming the best plan of action is the most important thing when concerning everyone’s survival in a tricky situation. This can come across to others as unsympathetic and callous if comrades have been lost, but all Nina wants is to ensure no more are. She isn’t afraid to voice her ideas or plans to groups, actively engaging in teamwork and discussion.
Calling Nina a country bumpkin wouldn't be entirely wrong. Due to her isolated childhood, it doesn't take a lot to impress Nina. She is easily astonished by the more impressive structures in cities and the districts. Another thing Nina finds impressive is finding out there are more types of tea for her to try and desserts to go along with them. Hearing about soldiers from her parents was nothing like actually seeing them. All the different regiments were myths to her, actually getting to witness people on duty was fascinating even if it wasn't particularly interesting when it was just someone slacking off. Gushing about these little things would make Nina happy but very embarrassed if she was mocked or told to quieten down. Experiencing new things is something that excites Nina. She is a bright girl despite what people may assume and loves broadening her knowledge beyond what she manages to read in books or hear from others. Becoming a soldier was something that she feared initially as the idea of death terrifies her, but the call for a life of purpose beckoned her.
Short Backstory: Living on isolated land with few folk nearby, Nina had a peaceful, albeit lonely, upbringing. Her family were relatively self sufficient, relying on themselves and travelling to other remote settlements nearby to trade. They made a living off what they reaped and sowed, grinding wheat and grain to make flour, sending it off with her father to sell in the nearby towns and buying any supplies they needed before leaving.
As an only child, she had little company spare for her parents and the old horse they owned. Sometimes she got to see the occasional distant neighbour when their mill was visited or she was taken along on a little trek. Her days consisted of helping with work, looking after the horse, and cleaning.
Nina often dreamt of the rest of the world within the walls, wondering if she'd ever get to see it. One day, she told herself she'd join the military and decide where to go from there. Then her times of daydreaming idly were cut short. Fleeing, mourning, and being thrown into an unfamiliar life was jarring enough to put her off joining the military for a short while until she eventually caved.
Likes:
- Sweet tea
- Dessert
- Chess
- Early mornings
- Mess
- Bitter food
- Laziness
- Ignorance
Quirk: She has a habit of tapping her chin or nose when thinking.
Other: The quickest way to earn her favour is by offering her cake.
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Castello
The Original Chef Kitten
Name: Leon Monar
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Origin: Lived in the settlement of Dauper before becoming a soldier
Birthday: December 3rd, year 833
Affiliations: Orphan
Appearance Details: Leon wears a small golden pendant of what appears to be a woman cradling a baby. He is 6'1" and weights 150 pounds. He wears his uniform with a black sweater underneath his jacket. Leon's body has been well toned from all the work he has done on the farm. He is stronger than most 14 year old boys and boasts a very lean build.
Personality: Leon is most characterized by being a loyal and dependable person. Since he was a young boy, he has been incredibly dedicated to anything he aspires to and is incredibly diligent. Leon heavily relies on structuring around a goal and struggles without it. In tough situations, he is collected and calm and is able to make tough calls. Leon is resourceful and quick-witted on the battlefield and his agreeableness makes him an excellent team member. He is not one to assume leadership, as he has a strong draw to authority and those that hold it.
He is rather quiet, however and stays true to his introverted nature. Leon heavily struggles with his emotional side and has a hard time expressing himself. It takes a long time to gain Leon's trust but as a friend, he is committed. However, this extends into a constant fear of losing the people he loves. This can reveal an overprotective side to his character. He has a soft side for people younger than him or animals.
Short Backstory: Leon was born in Wall Rose to a mother who worked as a librarian and a father who was a retired soldier. He does remember much about his parents, as at the age of four, Leon’s parents had died during a plague epidemic. With nowhere to go, Leon went to an orphanage in Dauper and worked as a farm hand. He worked here until the age of 14 when he decided to leave life in the sticks and become a soldier.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirk: Leon is a frequent sleepwalker and has been known to wake up in weird places. In one scenario, he woke up a kilometer away in a restaurant ordering eggs for breakfast. When he had no money, the tavern owner had called the military to have him arrested and imprisoned where he awoke in a prison cell.
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Origin: Lived in the settlement of Dauper before becoming a soldier
Birthday: December 3rd, year 833
Affiliations: Orphan
Appearance Details: Leon wears a small golden pendant of what appears to be a woman cradling a baby. He is 6'1" and weights 150 pounds. He wears his uniform with a black sweater underneath his jacket. Leon's body has been well toned from all the work he has done on the farm. He is stronger than most 14 year old boys and boasts a very lean build.
Personality: Leon is most characterized by being a loyal and dependable person. Since he was a young boy, he has been incredibly dedicated to anything he aspires to and is incredibly diligent. Leon heavily relies on structuring around a goal and struggles without it. In tough situations, he is collected and calm and is able to make tough calls. Leon is resourceful and quick-witted on the battlefield and his agreeableness makes him an excellent team member. He is not one to assume leadership, as he has a strong draw to authority and those that hold it.
He is rather quiet, however and stays true to his introverted nature. Leon heavily struggles with his emotional side and has a hard time expressing himself. It takes a long time to gain Leon's trust but as a friend, he is committed. However, this extends into a constant fear of losing the people he loves. This can reveal an overprotective side to his character. He has a soft side for people younger than him or animals.
Short Backstory: Leon was born in Wall Rose to a mother who worked as a librarian and a father who was a retired soldier. He does remember much about his parents, as at the age of four, Leon’s parents had died during a plague epidemic. With nowhere to go, Leon went to an orphanage in Dauper and worked as a farm hand. He worked here until the age of 14 when he decided to leave life in the sticks and become a soldier.
Likes:
- Authority
- Animals
- Structure
Dislikes:
- Very emotional people
- The night
- Alcohol
Quirk: Leon is a frequent sleepwalker and has been known to wake up in weird places. In one scenario, he woke up a kilometer away in a restaurant ordering eggs for breakfast. When he had no money, the tavern owner had called the military to have him arrested and imprisoned where he awoke in a prison cell.
Colorless Spectrum
Always Blue
Laurence Arnault
"Someone asked me why would I join the Military, well... It's because I have nothing left to lose. My mom is dead, my dad is dead, my grandparents were eaten in front of me but hey, no one is gonna miss me if I die fighting titans. At least I'll go out with a bang!"
Nickname: Laurie
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Origin: Born in Karanes District
Birthday: February 26th
Affiliations: Labor Worker
Appearance Details: Laurie stands with a height of six-feet flat and weighs around a hundred and sixty-six pounds. He has a rather athletic body that is hidden beneath the loose shirts that he likes to wear.
Personality: From others' point of view, Laurie often depicts himself as a happy and laid-back individual who cracks terrible jokes or tries to at the very least even in the most inappropriate of times. He goes about life with a smile and a laugh, something he adopted from his mother which also screwed his ability to emphatically connect with others on a deeper level. They would often think that he doesn't take things seriously because of the smile on his face or the laughter that escapes from his lips and thinking that it's all a joke to him.
He's brutally honest about his opinions and isn't shy in showing how dark his thoughts can be. He's direct and quite reckless which often gets him into trouble. He's also hardly bothered by almost anything as any insult thrown towards him would just go straight out his other ear. He'd rather avoid any sort of punishment if possible because why make his life harder than it already is.
Since the death of his mother, Laurie has been more outwardly happier to mask the empty feeling that has settled in his heart. He joined the Military embracing the fact that he could die at any moment once he is accepted to join the Survey Corps and that is fine with him. He isn't actively seeking his death by any means, but he wouldn't fight back if a titan were to look at him with joy upon finding something to chew. He doesn't think that anyone would miss him since he thinks that all of his family is dead. He doesn't see his worth because he was born from a humble family and was taught to live in modesty. He's harsh on himself though he would never let it show, often berating himself when he realized he said or done something wrong.
Backstory: Laurie lived a good life regardless of how poor they were. He never knew his dad. Leticia Arnault, his mother never told him anything about his old man other than that he was already dead before he was born and he grew up learning not to question his mother about him as it brought her great distress.
The young Arnault doesn't know much of his mother's past, just that she grew up in Shiganshina and moved to find work. As a child, he grew up in Karanes District, where he was also born, and his mother became a cook for the Schreiber family. There he met the young Joanna who became his friend and is the reason why he has grown to love reading. He always comes to the Schreiber's with a cheer and excitement to bother his younger friend often to play and sometimes to merely listen to Jo's ramblings. His mother would often tease him about little Jo, enjoying his questioning and flustered answers. It came as a shock to him when his mother was laid off the job so suddenly and for no apparent reason, well not that he knew of. This had led the two to come live with Leticia's parents in Shiganshina.
They were too happy to be angry at their daughter for not contacting them for years. They spoiled him in every possible way that they could while even when he helped out in their little tavern. Unfortunately, life with his grandparents was short-lived as their District was invaded by titans, and Wall Maria was destroyed soon after. It was there that he saw hell. He and his mother escaped but Lucas and Vanya were caught by an Aberrant. Laurie saw them get eaten, in his dreams he could still hear their screams and the crunch of their bones. It was a nightmare every night after those events.
Finding refuge in Wall Rose, Leticia worked herself to the bone to provide for her and her son. Something Laurie helped in by doing jobs that any young teen like him could do, it doesn't pay much but it brings an extra slice of bread to the table. Then his mother had caught ill, it was then that his life flipped. He was the breadwinner now doing manual labor to provide for his sick mother. He was the one that took care of her until she passed away.
With nowhere left to go, he walked aimlessly down the street every day to his work when he saw the winged uniform of the Survey Corps. He enlisted himself to the Military, wanting to feel something, wanting to find a reason, wanting satisfaction for himself, or at the very least be useful to humanity by getting rid of Titans, if he isn't eaten by then.
Likes: Baked goods, cooking, reading books whether it is about myth and folklore or education, watching the stars.
Dislikes: Unorganized anything, dishes with fish, hearing people self-deprecating themselves.
Quirk: Can give an accurate or almost accurate guess of someone's measurements, has to do or recheck everything twice, organize anything that he finds messy, and rises around four forty-five even when he slept just an hour before.
Other: He always wears his late mother's gold pendant and hides it behind his shirt, Laurie's Theme & Battle Theme
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All according to my Scenario
“Hey, ever hear the one about the Wall Priest, the Garrison soldier, and the Titan?”
Name: Fabio Bier
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Origin: Shiganshina.
Birthday: June 13
Affiliations: None prior to training.
Appearance Details: 5 feet, 6 inches, and 125 lbs
Personality: Fabio prefers to hide his true personality behind a mask, assuming the role of ‘one of the guys’, and avoiding conflict. He seldom plays sides when it comes to disagreements with his peers, instead trying to settle problems and make peace. Occasionally he plays the role of the flirt, hitting on a girl to maintain the impression he’s just another guy. Fabio’s main passion is ODM, and he practices it constantly. Fabio often cracks jokes, and enjoys a good laugh.
In reality, beneath the facade, Fabio’s a traumatized and depressed individual. Little of his past is known, but he’s definitely been through more than any child should.
Short Backstory:
In the wake of the Fall, Fabio joined the refugees laboring in the fields. He also became somewhat skilled at playing off the pity of others, taking the role of the poor, hungry orphan to get a meal. He got loosely wound up in various criminal schemes, stealing and using his acting skills to earn his keep. Fabio also picked up a few knife skills there, and has retained some of them. At one point he was captured by the Military Police, and forced to choose between prison and military training. Guess which he chose?
Likes: Acting, meat, jokes, swimming.
Dislikes: Military Police, needles, filth, blood, sleeping.
Quirk: Can improvise his way out of nearly anything.
Other:
Gay, but would never admit it.
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Japanime
✧☽ 𝒹 𝓇 𝑒 𝒶 𝓂 𝒾 𝓃 𝑔 ☾✧
"I decided to be a soldier for a reason. You think I care if I die in the process?"
Name: Benedikt Amon Baer
Nickname: Benny (Only allows his mother and childhood friend to call him this.)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Origin: Shiganshina District
Birthday: May 20th, 834
Affiliations: Helper/assistant for a market. Currently enlisted in the 104th Training Corps.
Appearance Details: 5'9" and 177 lbs. He has pierced ears with studs in each ear. Underneath his closing he has a toned and muscular body with small scars scattered in different areas from childhood accidents. He has two birthmarks, a small one on both his left shoulder and side of left index finger. He's supposed to wear glasses but refuses to because he doesn't think it makes him look good. He also can't wear contacts because he has difficulties putting stuff in his eyes. He tries to keep it on the down low, but he has small feet for his size.
Personality: Benedikt lands in the middle of being optimistic or pessimistic. He can be optimistic in times of despair but sometimes he'll also be pessimistic in order to prepare for the worst and negative outcomes. He's an extrovert and enjoys talking and meeting new people. Definitely not afraid to speak to people he doesn't know. Benedikt wants to be seen by others as a cool, nice guy that’s chill and fun to be around. Someone who’s fun and interesting. In reality, he's still seen as cool, nice, and funny. But he's also seen as popular, goofy, stupid, and weird. It comes easy for Benedikt to make friends.
Especially with his charisma. With all the people he's seen interacting with, his peers claim he is popular. Some of the things that Benedikt says and does makes him seem like a silly fool. Such as asking stupid questions, answering obvious questions incorrectly, getting in trouble with authority, and being incredibly informal. His strongest character trait is probably his charisma. His weakest trait on the other hand, is probably his intelligence. There are times where he really doesn't use his head and he certainly pays for it. When it comes to making decisions, Benedikt usually takes time to consider.
He thinks about consequences, who's affected, how to go about it, etc. He has a philosophy, and it's that you shouldn't let anyone control your life. Benedikt strongly believes you should do what you want to do and do what you feel is right. Benny is haunted by past decisions and mistakes that he made when he was younger. Things like treating people wrongly, lying, etc. He's matured quite a bit and when he looks back, he realizes how much he hurt certain people and how he was wrong. Benedikt hates bullies and is the type of person to stand up for the weak and speak out against unfairness. Seeing someone being treated wrongly or being a witness infuriates him.
He also does not do well with unfairness. Benny treats everybody the same no matter the social or authorial status. He is often informal and lax with everyone. In a friend, he values loyalty and friendliness. He'd want a friend that's always got his back and a friend who is nice and welcoming.
Short Backstory: Benedikt was born in Shiganshina District on May 20th, 834. He was the son of Stefan James Baer and Gerda Olivia Baer. As a child, Benny was super hyper. His parents had trouble getting him to stay still and putting him to sleep. He was also quite disobedient and wanted to do what he wanted to do. Benedikt spent the majority of his free time playing with toys and going outside to play. When Benedikt was in his early teenage years, he started getting into fights often. He didn't take crap from anybody and his neighborhood had a group of bullies that always messed with him.
It was common for him to return home with bruises. When Benny learned about the history of the walls and titans, becoming a soldier became one of his top ambitions. He wanted to help in the fight for freedom. He was determined to help in the fight for freedom. Becoming a soldier was the goal he worked towards from his early teenage years, to now. He spent many days and nights, working out and training his body. At some point, Benedikt took a part-time job at a market as a helper/assistant. It was a way to get a little money flow coming in for himself, and mainly his mother.
Now that he was old enough, he wanted to have a job to help out with finances and what not. It also gave him something to do. Now, 16, he is finally enlisted into the 104th Training Corps. It's his chance to make a change.
Likes:
- Eating
- Sleeping
- Jokes
Dislikes:
- Titans
- Bullies
- Unfairness
Quirk: Benedikt winks randomly and he frequently gazes off into space. When he's really focused on something, his brows will naturally furrow.
Other: N/A
Raiden
dreamcatcher
Name:
Halvor Verdende
Nickname(s):Hal
Age:14
Gender:
Male
Origin:
Shiganshina District, Wall Maria
Birthday:
September 4th, 833
Occupation(s):Dockhand (845—845)
Farmhand (845—847)
Affiliation(s):
104th Training Corps Southern Division (847—)
Height:
5'8
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Blue
Body Composition:
Lean
5'8
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Blue
Body Composition:
Lean
Personality:
Before the Fall of Wall Maria, Halvor was extremely timid and somewhat difficult to connect with, due in part to his background. One could have easily compared his likeness to that of an abused animal, but they could also spot the hallmarks of a good friend through the cracks when they began to form from his shell. Through the two years after the catastrophic event, he transformed into an entirely different person; though his general pessimism remained, he became driven and motivated to free humanity from the shackles that Titans now held over their people. He is approachable, but his louder tone is often rough and spoken with a chip on the shoulder. Among true comrades and friends, the boy is far nicer and pleasant to be around, typically being the only time where one would see him break a smile.
Halvor is observant and quick to pick up on the details of things; he's actually more intuitive than others might suggest, and isn't much of a meathead. Though he aspires to become more capable and stronger each day, his natural aptitude for perception and fighting sometimes puts him in over his head, as he only respects those with some sort of strength. He is openly competitive and won't hesitate to assert himself above others about his own strengths; to this end, he clings on to the extreme belief that only the strong will survive, while the weak are culled and mettled out. This can put him at odds with people who either disagree, or those who he feels are wasting their natural talents for their own benefit. He is known to have a bit of a temper, and is quite loud when he gets angry.
Short Backstory:
Through the few memorable recollections of his childhood, Halvor Verdende drifted from home to home very often; his father, a single parent, was a candlemaker that struggled to make a living after the abrupt departure of his mother. They had collectively framed their misfortune on his birth, and through the abuse inflicted by the former, those years became an echo of a past that the boy suppressed. For him, life started at the age of twelve, and though his father was far from the ideal patriarch figure, the boy supposed that it was a sense of obligation that drove the latter not to abandon him like his mother had done. His father was able to secure a house within Shiganshina District after a long period of hardship, and it was within those walls that he could finally call someplace home for the first time in his adolescence.
Halvor spent as much time away from his father as he possibly could, becoming a dockhand and finding solace in the district's quartermaster, who provided the malnourished boy enough means to feed himself properly. He also tried his best to mingle with the other children that frolicked the streets of Shiganshina with mixed results; those who did reciprocate would find a true friend in him, while his differences conflicted with the rest. He didn't take kindly to others being treated poorly, his scuffles with those neerdowells often adding to the contusions inflicted by his father. Despite this, life seemed to be painting a better picture for him; he was beginning to adjust to a mostly ordinary life that every child deserved, and he had a handful of good people who helped him realize freedom from what he felt was a shackled existence.
And then, came the Colossal and Armored Titans on a certain afternoon, to take away that little trace of optimism. Halvor was dealt a harsh lesson, in that people weren't the only ones capable of cruelty in their cutthroat world. On this day, he witnessed the deaths of countless people, including friends both old and his ages, at the indiscriminate hands of the Titans. He'd become so wracked with inner turmoil, paralyzed in the face of death as the worthlessness of preserving life dawned on the twelve-year-old. The boy was ready to face death after a meaningless life full of grief until his father embraced his son for the first time, and pleaded with Halvor to live on for the sake of achieving freedom in a better life for himself and for all of humanity. This momentary display was soon interrupted by the approach of an invading Titan, prompting his father to sacrifice himself for the sake of his son's survival.
Halvor took his father's final words and action to heart, now spurred to act as he escaped Shiganshina after tearfully witnessing the latter's death. Now among the tens of thousands of orphans stuck to working the farmlands within Wall Rose, he vowed to enlist in the Military when he and his few friends who had survived the breach came of age, doing so two years later at the age of fourteen.
Likes:
- Fighting / strength
- Complicated puzzles
- Dart-throwing
- Authority
- Blind optimism
- Stupid questions
- Oppression
- Unambitious / inattentive people
- Vegetables of all kinds
Quirk:
Halvor has a habit of overly-adjusting his clothing / uniform as perfectly as possible (making sure it's entirely straightened, wearing insignias in the exact location, all down to the exact centimeter, etc).
Other:
Halvor carries an old-style pocket watch with him at all times.
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Moonlessite
Member
"I'll show them what I'm made of!"
Name:
Elke Vinter
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
Origin:
Shiganshina District, Wall Maria
Birthday:
January 17th
Affiliations:
Errand Girl (before she enlisted)
Hair Color:
Honey blonde (kept at shoulder-length)
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'4
Weight:
112 lbs
Complexion:
Fair
Body Composition:
Thin
Honey blonde (kept at shoulder-length)
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'4
Weight:
112 lbs
Complexion:
Fair
Body Composition:
Thin
Personality:
Elke is very timid, sometimes overly so. She has trouble putting her foot down and being brave enough to stand up against superiors or bullies. Because of this, she is very easy to manipulate. She's known to believe everything she hears, especially if told by someone she trusts or someone of authority. Once she starts believing something, however, she's very difficult to sway. As one can probably tell, she places nearly all of her trust onto friends, family, and authoritative figures, and she will believe their word until the end. Despite this, Elke is very loyal and selfless; she will gladly lay her life on the line if she has to protect or help someone from danger. She also has a very strong relationship with her sister, Anke-- in fact, she's practically her shadow, since the two are almost never seen without one another. Some say that this form of relationship is an unhealthy one, since Elke depends mostly on her sibling to protect her from incoming hostility from others.
Short Backstory:
Born in Shiganshina, Elke was delivered alongside a twin sister, Anke. From the beginning, they were inseparable; they did everything they could together, from chasing stray dogs to brushing each other's hair. Unfortunately for the two young sisters, their mother died when they were very young, and their father was hardly a good parent; while he didn't necessarily beat them, he definitely wasn't supportive. He only occasionally left them enough money for them to buy food, so Anke was in charge of taking care of her sister, Elke. For the longest time, the two scrounged together enough money to keep them fed and healthy, with Anke picking up some odd jobs here and there and Elke working as a errand girl.
After their father died from the grievous illness that plagued Shiganshina, the sisters were forced to move in with their aunt and her husband. Elke wasn't keen on staying with them, and greatly missed her father despite him not being the greatest dad. Her relationship with Anke only grew stronger since then, and the two became even more inseparable than before with Elke acting very much like Anke's shadow. When Anke went to enlist, you can bet that Elke was right behind her.
Likes:
- Cats
- Cloudwatching
- Helping others
Dislikes:
- Being a burden
- Being bullied
- Titans
- Crowds of people
Quirk:
Elke is overemotional and will cry for practically anything. Even praise will make her eyes somewhat watery. This isn't because she's weak-willed-- it's just a method she uses to cope with strong emotions.
Other:
Moonlessite
Member
"I promise-- I'll make sure everyone gets back home."
Name:Vivian Schweiss
Age:
15
Gender:
Female
Origin:
Born in an unnamed farming village inside Wall Rose
Birthday:
June 10th
Affiliations:
Farmer
Hair Color:
Platinum blonde
Eye Color:
Greenish-blue
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
160 lbs
Complexion:
Fair
Body Composition:
Stocky, somewhat curvy; Viviana has the type of arms that can be used to wrangle hogs or carry logs
Platinum blonde
Eye Color:
Greenish-blue
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
160 lbs
Complexion:
Fair
Body Composition:
Stocky, somewhat curvy; Viviana has the type of arms that can be used to wrangle hogs or carry logs
Personality:
Aloof and distant, Vivian shows little to no emotion. She's stoic in the face of danger or joviality, and it is very rare for one to catch her smiling. She prefers to keep to herself, if not with a small group of individuals. One of her downsides is that she's very blunt towards others; she's known to have hurt more than one individual with her words. It's not like she can help it-- she rather say things for what they are rather than what they're not. As for her rather dry personality, she believes that her current situation requires that someone maintain a level-head around the recruits, and instead of relying on someone else to fulfill that requirement, she took it upon herself to be the reliable one. She swears that she'll keep everyone safe, no matter what the cost.
Deep inside that rough exterior, however, is a kind-hearted person who only wants the best for those she cares about. Vivian will gladly lay her life on the line if that means that her loved ones will continue to live.
Short Backstory:
Vivian was born inside a very small barn. She never knew her father, and her mother was disdainful over her presence. Vivian's only parent told her that she was a disgrace to be around, and often sent her deep into the farmland to work the fields and care for the beasts of their land. Her mother only interacted with her when it was time to feed her or to tell her what to do, and so Vivian had to rely on her neighbors at a young age. Luckily for her, such neighbors had a couple of children her age that were more than willing to help her out with her chores, and that was when she finally began to grasp the concept of friendship.
Vivian's childhood years were spent tilling the land and getting down and dirty with the farm animals, but they were also filled with years and years of comfort and familiarity that radiated from surrounding friends. When she was old enough, she decided to leave home and enlist in training. She believes that after all of those years of love and support, she has to repay her hometown somehow.
Likes:
- Organization
- Honorable and respectable individuals
- Being recognized for her hard work
Dislikes:
- Loud, brash, and rude individuals
- Being the center of attention
- Failing her objectives
- Disappointing others
Quirk:
For some reason, others seem to enjoy embracing her when they want comfort, are frightened, or whatever else. Vivian isn't sure why, but she sure as hell tries her hardest to tolerate it...
Other:
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Raiden
dreamcatcher
Name:
Hillel Ackerman
Nickname(s):Humanity's Greatest Drunkard
Gil
Age:34
Gender:
Male
Origin:
Dauper, Southern Wall Rose
Birthday:
May 9th, 816
Occupation(s):Hunter (823—832)
Trainee (832—835)
Soldier (835—)
Affiliation(s):
89th Training Corps Southern Division (832—835)
Survey Corps (835—)
Special Operations Squad (843—847, 850—)
Graduate Rank:
2nd
Rank:
Scout, 1st Squad: 3rd Team (835—837)
Adjutant, 1st Squad (837—841, 847—850)
Squad Leader, 3rd Squad (841—843)
Squad Leader, Special Operations Squad (843—847, 850—)
Height:
5'10
Hair Color:
Dark brown
Eye Color:
Amber
Body Composition:
Muscular / "Dad Body"
5'10
Hair Color:
Dark brown
Eye Color:
Amber
Body Composition:
Muscular / "Dad Body"
Personality:
It is no secret that Hillel gives the Survey Corps a bad name; now a shell of his former reputation as the model soldier, he has fallen quite far from those graces. Though he is a natural leader, he now wears what little soul remains as selfish pride. He often seeks direct combat with Titans as the first answer to problems, and is prone to lone wolf tendencies when he sees a good opportunity to 'reap'. This reckless abandon can, and has, endangered many of the Survey Corps' members and operations, and has nearly gotten him killed on several occasions, which is something that doesn't seem to concern him all too greatly; this behavior is exacerbated by his addiction to alcohol, which has led to the infamous twist of his publically bestowed title.
In the midst of his responsibilities, Hillel is usually a reticent and uncompromising soldier who operates without any questions asked. During the Survey Corps' downtime, he can be seen as a gregarious and fun-loving man who is the stark opposite of his military persona. He makes light of humanity's plight and the ongoing situation, often cracking the serious atmosphere by cracking jokes or the like with some booze. Some may say that he lost sight of the true ideals tied to the wings of freedom; in reality, he is a broken man who relives a life full of regrets every time that sleep claims him. He yearns for the return of the connection that was once shared with loved ones that he will never have again, futily trying to recreate this spark by sharing a bed with many women. He wields alcohol as the weapon to drown away his lamentation, and is known to turn despondent or violent when intoxicated in some instances.
Despite this want for sentiment, Hillel feels compelled to keep himself from others in fear of growing attachments because he is terrified of suffering the same pain once again.
Backstory:
The man infamously known as Humanity's Greatest Drunkard was born into a humble lifestyle on a homestead in Dauper, a village situated in a mountainous forest region south of Wall Rose that is secluded from ordinary society. Hillel Ackerman, affectionately referred to as Gil by personal acquaintances, is the first son among four total children (as of his knowledge); his father, Eden Ackerman, supervised the village's hunting packs, while his mother, Anise Ackerman (née Theroe), bred and cared for the community's horses. From an early age, the boy steadily learned the ropes of Dauper's self-sufficient lifestyle, taught first-hand by his father and managing to secure his first game at the age of seven. As their community was sheltered from everything else, his imagination ran wild as he wanted to see the world outside of their forest. This often put him at odds with his family and the other inhabitants of Dauper, who preferred their isolationist approach to life. He felt that spending his entire life in Dauper without ever venturing anywhere would be a lifetime wasted, and after a confrontation with his parents, he ran away from home at the age of sixteen.
Without any conventional skills or knowledge in a relevant trade to possibly keep himself afloat in civilian life, Hillel chose to enlist in the military, which is where he would first learn about the Walls and the Titans that kept humanity inside. Adjusting to the sudden shift in the dynamics from civilian to soldier was rough; he was ridiculed for his unorthodox mannerisms and his unusual accent by all of the other recruits except for one by the name of Takase Ii, who was also of demeaning behavior because of her Asian heritage. Their similarities ended there, for she would usually give him the cold shoulder upon further interaction. They would share a half-friendly rivalry throughout their years as trainees, trading the top position of the class on several occasions until it was Takase who ultimately placed first among the graduates with him losing out at second. She opted to join the Garrison, while he chose to join the Survey Corps with his idealistic dream in mind.
Of course, reality would set in rather shortly during and after Hillel's first expedition beyond the Walls in the summer of 836, which culled the Survey Corps' ranks by ninety-percent. When the legion passed through Shiganshina District in the aftermath, it was here that he briefly reconnected with Takase since their graduation in the previous year. Seeing that he was visibly shaken after every subsequent venture beyond the realms of humanity, she steadily became more open with him throughout their fleeting interactions whenever the Survey Corps experienced a bout of downtime in their operations. As the years drew on and he mounted up experience through survival, their friendship blossomed into love, and they became seriously involved in 840. A year later, after becoming the Squad Leader of the 3rd Squad, Takase accepted his marriage proposal, and the newly-weds purchased a home for themselves in the district. Though his involvement with the Survey Corps meant that it only took one moment to leave her a widow, he promised that he would always come to see her after each expedition before passing through the inner gate of Shiganshina.
Life was as good as can be for Hillel; despite the Survey Corps' repeated failures, he continued to live on as one of its veteran members, his skillset in dispatching Titans and knowing what exactly had to be done at the exact moment earned him the moniker of Humanity's Strongest Soldier. Together, he and Takase would have a son named Emil Ackerman, with the latter parent granted leave to raise their child while the former remained in active duty. In 843, he was personally chosen by Commander Tyrell to lead the newly-formed Special Operations Squad before the latter's abrupt resignation, and while his responsibilites were only piling up like the numbers of their deceased, he was still able to make time for his family in between each expedition with advance permission. One particular expedition in 845 was to be one of the Survey Corps' largest scale efforts in a long time in terms of resources and manpower invested, but besides the fact, it seemed like any ordinary morning for the wings of freedom as they set off into unknown lands once again.
Though Hillel had long grown accustomed to the widespread casualties that their force suffered in each expedition, there was one individual whose death invoked great emotion from him; the death of the 1st Squad Leader from his early years, one of the few comrades who'd always been with him since his very start in the Survey Corps, and a close friend to Takase. When the broken legion returned to Shiganshina from yet another failed expedition, Hillel couldn't bring himself to bear the news to his wife and the four-year-old Emil, passing through the district without visiting his family. Fate showed its cruel fangs when the Fall of Wall Maria occurred later that afternoon from the actions of the Colossal and Armored Titans, and the inhabitants of Shiganshina District were massacred; among the killed were his wife and child, whom he had refused to see before the event.
His reputation as a soldier and leader rapidly deteriorated as he actively attempted to shirk his responsibilities wherever possible, and combined with the recent events, the Survey Corps fell into a period of disarray that wasn't helped by his discovery of alcohol as solace. Hillel seemingly placed little faith in the wings of freedom as he openly disrespected protocol with his public intoxication, even during the following expeditions to secure a route to the fallen Wall Maria. Over the two years under Commander Ambrose, his actions and disregard culminated in the dissolution of the Special Operations Squad after his reckless behavior led to most of their deaths when they tried to save him during an expedition in 847. He was demoted to his original ranking of 1st Squad Adjutant, and the public twisted his original moniker, now dubbing him as Humanity's Greatest Drunkard.
Likes:
- Drinking
- Smoking
- Horseback riding
- Killing titans
- Doing card tricks
- Long expeditions
- Responsibility
- Sleeping
- "Fresh meat" (new recruits)
- Lacking booze
- Life
Hillel almost always has access to some sort of alcoholic beverage on his person at all times, concealed or unconcealed in places both usual and odd. He has the tendency to refer to unfamiliar people as 'types' of meat; for example, he calls undesirable individuals 'rotton meat', or refers to new recruits as 'fresh meat'. He sometimes talks in his sleep.
Other:
Hillel speaks with a mild 'Dauper' accent.
Statistics:86 Titan Kills as of 850 - 73 Solo, 13 in team
*Red denotes true statistics before the Fall of Wall Maria, or during a state of awakening.*
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Raiden
dreamcatcher
Name:
Luka Soroka
Nickname(s):Sunshine (teased by others)
Age:13
Gender:
Male
Origin:
Shiganshina District, Wall Maria
Birthday:
March 10th, 834
Occupation(s):Shipbuilder's apprentice (844—845)
Farmhand (845—847)
Trainee (847—)
Affiliation(s):
104th Training Corps Southern Division (847—850)
Height:
5'3
Hair Color:
Blond
Eye Color:
Cyan
Body Composition:
Thin
5'3
Hair Color:
Blond
Eye Color:
Cyan
Body Composition:
Thin
Short Personality:
A bit sluggish and indifferent, but hard-working to his own extent. Luka is eager to impress others, trying to act mature and serious around others, but comes off rather sheepish and mousy in his attempts. He is a bit on the sensitive side, and shows great annoyance when he's being teased or is the subject of a joke, sometimes to the point of shedding tears. Despite this, he cares about the people around him, whether they're friends or complete strangers. He won't hesitate to come to the aid of someone else if they're injured or sick, his high value in friendship diminishing his timid demeanor.
Short Backstory:The Soroka family was rather well-off in comparison to the many other families in Shiganshina District. Luka Soroka is the younger son of Stefan and Dallis Soroka (née Stone), and has an older brother named Seth Soroka who is thirteen years his senior. His family owns the company which oversees the canal operations of the water channels between the Walls and their respective districts, as well as being responsible for construction the boats that ferry along those channels. Due to his shorter stature and smaller frame, he was one of the neighborhood's primary targets for bullying and torment throughout the years, though it was manageable after meeting Elke Vinter and, much later, Halvor Verdende. He shared a close bond with his older brother, but at the age of six, a scheme soon came to light as their family discovered that Seth had been exploiting the company's shipping operations to help smuggle contraband material into the capital and, subsequently, the underground city below Mitras, in order to turn a personal profit. This led to a falling out between his parents and his older brother, resulting in the departure of Seth Soroka.
Though it was obviously forbidden, Luka tried to keep in touch with his older brother through exchanging letters, learning over time that Seth had enlisted in the military and, a few years later, joined the prestigious Military Police Brigade. Meanwhile, without a proper inheritor to the family business after Seth's departure, Luka was being groomed to take over the company when it would become necessary, starting to work under associates of his father as a shipbuilder's apprentice. He was eleven years old when the Fall of Wall Maria occurred, and though his family survived the invasion, they would leave him an orphan after being among the quarter-million deceased that were conscripted by the military in its faux operation to reclaim Wall Maria. Before they left, they implored Luka to find his older brother and inform the latter that they'd forgiven him for his actions. This obligation, further spurred by the resolve of his friends, barely convinced the frightened thirteen-year-old to enlist in the military, in hopes of joining the Military Police to find and reach Seth.
Likes:
- Naps
- Reading stories
- Pretty sights
- Cooking
- Getting sweaty
- Embarrassing situations
- Being teased
- Power-hungriness
- Hurting others in any way
Quirk:
Luka is an extremely superstitious person. He believes that several things will lead to misfortune or bad luck; among those things are the presence of black cats, the number thirteen, breaking a mirror, etc.
Other:
Luka's favorite food is watermelon.
Name:
Luka Soroka
Nickname(s):Sunshine (acceptable from Nina; detested from others)
Wide Eyes (by Jericho)
Lulu (by Elke)
Age:13 → 16
Gender:
Male
Origin:
Shiganshina District, Wall Maria
Birthday:
March 10th, 834
Occupation(s):Shipbuilder's apprentice (844—845)
Farmhand (845—847)
Trainee (847—850)
Soldier (850—)
Affiliation(s):
104th Training Corps (847—850)
Garrison / Survey Corps [Prospective] (850—)
Graduate Rank:11th
idk why this is scuffed but I cba to fix it rn so deal with it xoxoHeight:
5'3 → 5'7
Hair Color:
Blond
Eye Color:
Cyan
Body Composition:
Thin → Athletic
Notable Features:
His hands are moderately scarred due to accidental cuts from a carving knife.
Personality:
A bit sluggish, but hard-working to his own extent. Luka maintains a cool and mature disposition for most of his everyday interactions, but on the rare occasion, he is prone to reverting back to his sheepish tendencies. The years of enduring torment subjected from training and trainees have greatly diminished his sensitivity to slander, and he is no longer prone to tears when the going gets too tough, now opting to confront his dissenters directly; he realized that it was necessary to accept his own shortcomings and leave his adolescence behind in order to survive in the new world. The young man retains his good-hearted, polite demeanor from years past, and is very considerate and empathetic towards others, often attempting to be a voice of reason among his comrades. He hosts a lot of internal pride in his intelligence, being one of the sharpest tactical minds within the graduates of the 104th Training Corps. These qualities indicate great strides being taken in potential as an officer, and though he has a tendency to take the easiest route with the least amount of work possible, he knows exactly when a conversation or situation requires his due diligence.
Training alongside and forging last bonds with his closer friends has bolstered his character in a plethora of ways, and although he doesn't want to lean too heavily on their shoulders like he did in previous years, Luka learned that it wasn't wrong to rely on others even if he strives for independence. He considers Jericho Mace to be his closest friend; he has always looked up to Jericho like a stand-in for his actual older brother, trying to emulate the other boy's carefree and charismatic approach as he is generally seen hanging around the latter whenever possible. Though he has attempted to 'mellow' out the other boy by acting as the yin to Jericho's yang, it goes without saying that even Luka wasn't immune to the bad influences of the other boy. With a desire to seek his own personal freedom through disregarding the opinions of undesirable individuals, he has developed a bit of a rebellious streak, which can greatly alter his usual tone into one filled with abrasiveness when under duress. He isn't afraid to answer insults with his fists, even if he isn't the best fighter.
Though Luka has a soft-side for all of his friends, it isn't as evident or prominent regarding his interactions with Nina Polgar, who is the subject of his childish affections. To him, she was the first person to treat him warmly, and she was his first true friend from the very beginning of their training. He spent much of his free time studying chess under her tutelage; learning all of the extensive concepts and theories indirectly bolstered his intelligence, and he credits her for helping tap into his mental potential. It'd been quite obvious that he was very smitten with Nina from his first introduction, and although his affections were unrequited, he still feels a distant obligation to pursue the sentiment, albeit with conflicted reservation. Regardless of his emotions, he is evidently more soft-spoken with Nina, and shows the most concern towards her during their duties in the military.
Short Backstory:
The Soroka family was rather well-off in comparison to the many other families in Shiganshina District. Luka Soroka is the younger son of Stefan and Dallis Soroka (née Stone), and has an older brother named Seth Soroka who is thirteen years his senior; his family owns the Soroka Company, which oversees the canal operations of the water channels between the Walls and their respective districts, as well as being responsible for constructing the boats that ferry along those channels. The boy had a relatively healthy relationship with his parents, but due to his shorter stature and smaller frame, he was one of the neighborhood's primary targets for bullying and torment throughout his childhood years. It would became far more manageable after he befriended the Vinter twins and, much later, Halvor Verdende, who helped to look out for him. He shared an especially close bond with his older brother, who often came back with various expensive gifts in tow for the younger sibling; however, when Luka was six years old, a criminal scheme soon came to light as their family discovered that Seth had been exploiting the company's shipping operations to help smuggle contraband material into the capital and, by extension, the underground city below Mitras, in order to turn a personal profit. This led to a massive meltdown and falling out between his parents and his older brother, which resulted in the departure of Seth Soroka.
Though it was obviously forbidden, Luka regularly kept in touch with his older brother through exchanging letters, learning over time that Seth had enlisted in the military and, a few years later, joined the prestigious Military Police Brigade. Meanwhile, without a proper inheritory to the Soroka Company after Seth's disowning, Luka was being groomed to take over the family business when it would become necessary, starting to work under associates of his father in the district as a shipbuilder's apprentice. He was eleven years old and one year into his apprenticeship when the Fall of Wall Maria occurred, and though he and his parents managed to survive the invasion, they would leave him an orphan after being among the quarter-million deceased that were conscripted by the military in its faux operation to reclaim Wall Maria. Before his parents left, they implored Luka to find his older brother for guidance, as well as inform Seth that they'd forgiven the latter for his criminal actions. This obligation, further spurred by the resolve of Hal and the Vinter twins, barely convinced the thirteen-year-old to enlist in the military, in hopes of joining the Military Police to find and reach Seth.
Suffice to say, Luka made an embarassment out of the 104th Training Corps in his first year of training. It was very evident that the young boy wasn't cut out for the military, and his status as a target for ridicule was actively encouraged by Instructor Krause as a means of 'proper motivation'. He had strongly considered being among the dozens of trainees to drop out from the harsh conditions, but the world turned upside down when he caught himself staring at a girl named Nina Polgar, whom he'd become immediately smitten with. Building up the courage to approach his newfound crush, his life slowly began to turn around as his relations branched out to a handful of closer friends, all of whom encouraged his growth in many differing ways. Studying with Jo sharpened the latent potential in his mental acuity. He found a brotherly figure in Jericho and, to a much lesser extent, Leon, taking in some of their mannerisms as time passed. Vivian and Laurence were always shoulders to lean on for the boy and his longstanding woes, their calming presence providing him with comfort and reassurance. A number of others assisted in his physical development, from hand-to-hand combat to the omni-directional mobility gear, although his physicality only peaked at a middling range towards the final year. Learning and playing chess with Nina formed a bond that he couldn't possibly find elsewhere, and gave him the resolve to wake up every morning.
When the time came for the remaining trainees of the 104th Training Corps to graduate, Luka Soroka found himself utterly disappointed upon placing 11th, just one rank shy of the Top Ten in order to join the Military Police and find his brother. His sudden change in attitude and approach contributed heavily to his meteoric rise in the placements, but it still hadn't been enough to make the cut. It's heavily rumored that a certain event triggered a downward spiral in his assessment within the final weeks of the training phase; even so, he continues to press onward into an uncertain future, with friends by his side.
Likes:- Nina
- Chess
- Cooking
- Afternoon naps
- Theorycrafting
Dislikes:
- Power-hungriness
- Mismanaged authority
- Sweatiness
- Engaging Titans
Quirk:
Luka is an extremely superstitious person. He believes that several things will lead to misfortune or bad luck; among those things are the presence of black cats, the number thirteen, breaking a mirror, etc. When he's nervous, he grabs at his non-existent ponytail.
Other:Luka's favorite food is watermelon. He is fairly good at woodcarving, and likes to craft objects during periods of downtime to give out as gifts to his closer friends.
Statistics:0 Titan Kills as of 850 - 0 Solo, 0 in Team
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Your Neighborhood Artist
"May 'ave been born a worm, but that doesn't mean I gotta die like one."
Name: Bianca Hatton ((Actual name is Bee. This crappy name is explained in the backstory))
Age: 15 (younger)
Gender: Female
Origin: The Underground
Birthday: November 1st
Affiliations: N/A
Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Maroon Brown
Height:
5'0
Weight:
110 lbs.
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Toned
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Maroon Brown
Height:
5'0
Weight:
110 lbs.
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Toned
Personality: "Punk" would be the best word to describe Bianca. She has a tough exterior and a resting bitch face because of her years within the Underground. All she knows is that she cannot be seen as weak or she will be taken advantage of. Bianca's toughness also spreads to her words, which she will not hesitate to spit with venom if she feels threatened or looked down on. She also lacks morals thanks to living like a savage for most of her life. Though Bianca does not come off as friendly, she's actually pretty nice once she feels the other person is of no threat to her or her brother and is really easy to please. A good hot potato can usually calm her down.
Short Backstory: Jewel and Bee were both born as fraternal twins to a single mother who died during childbirth due to complications, forcing their father to cut her open to get the babies out safely. However, because of the depression of losing the only joy he had in the Underground and the stress of raising two babies he didn't even want, Jewel's and Bee's father left them with the neighbors "for only an hour" only to be found dead of self made causes. The neighbors raised them as much as they could, despite not knowing a thing about the children. They decided to name the boy "Jewel" because of his shining beauty, and "Bee" after a beetle because of how tough she was. When Jewel and Bee were old enough, it was decided that there simply wasn't enough food to keep all of them and the siblings would have to go elsewhere.
Now on the street, Jewel and Bee were forced to beg for morsels, hunt, steal, and eat whatever bugs and flowers they found. When they were caught, they were beaten, which only made them learn to be sneakier, faster, and to fight back. They became stronger and better at what they did. Jewel eventually learned that he could get much more out of unsuspecting men by taking advantage of his appearance and charming them. When caught, he would be beaten, but that only taught him to do better.
They were eventually smuggled out by a man who was enlisted and took a year to train and help integrate the twins into society. Jewel's revised name became Julian Hatton, and Bee's revised name became Bianca Hatton.
Likes:
~Potatoes
~Nature
~The new society
~Fighting
Dislikes:
~Spoiled brats
~Getting bossed around
~Bullies
~Titans
Quirk: If Bianca sees "good eating" (bugs, plants, etc) she will take it and eat it when no one is looking.
Other: Bianca has never had a crush become a romance because they would fall in love with her brother instead. She feels a bit of joy whenever she has to tell them that her "sister" is actually her brother.
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"Some folks don't know just how good they have it. Hell, you'd be surprised at how much they're willin' to share if a pretty lady flirts enough."
Name: Julian "Juli" Hatton ((Actual name is Jewel. Crappy name explained in the backstory))
Age: 15 (Older)
Gender: Male
Origin: The Underground
Birthday: November 1st
Affiliations: N/A
Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'6
Weight:
145 lbs.
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Toned
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'6
Weight:
145 lbs.
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Toned
Personality: Julian is a deceitful, cunning man able to read other people like a book after spending years manipulating others just so he and his sister didn't starve to death. He has little to no morals at this point, having witnessed the worst of the worst growing up alongside his sister. However, despite his upbringing Julian's heart is surprisingly in the right place. Julian is rather kind and is curious about this new world he resides in. He has trust issues and is, in a way, territorial, but he's working on those two things. Though he's integrated with society, his habits of the Underground still linger.
Short Backstory: Jewel and Bee were both born as fraternal twins to a single mother who died during childbirth due to complications, forcing their father to cut her open to get the babies out safely. However, because of the depression of losing the only joy he had in the Underground and the stress of raising two babies he didn't even want, Jewel's and Bee's father left them with the neighbors "for only an hour" only to be found dead of self made causes. The neighbors raised them as much as they could, despite not knowing a thing about the children. They decided to name the boy "Jewel" because of his shining beauty, and "Bee" after a beetle because of how tough she was. When Jewel and Bee were old enough, it was decided that there simply wasn't enough food to keep all of them and the siblings would have to go elsewhere.
Now on the street, Jewel and Bee were forced to beg for morsels, hunt, steal, and eat whatever bugs and flowers they found. When they were caught, they were beaten, which only made them learn to be sneakier, faster, and to fight back. They became stronger and better at what they did. Jewel eventually learned that he could get much more out of unsuspecting men by taking advantage of his appearance and charming them. When caught, he would be beaten, but that only taught him to do better.
They were eventually smuggled out by a man who was enlisted and took a year to help integrate the twins into society. Jewel's revised name became Julian Hatton, and Bee's revised name became Bianca Hatton.
Likes:
~Actual Food
~Bugs
~The new society
~Art
~Flowers
Dislikes:
~Spoiled brats
~Spicy foods
~Titans
Quirk: Julian always looks for every exit when he enters a place or an area. This is a survival tactic he learned to keep him from getting stuck in a tight spot.
Other: Gifts from suitors are only kept if they provide a purpose. So, if given food, clothes, etc he will keep. Trinkets, jewelry, prized possessions etc are thrown away or promptly sold unless he likes the person giving the gift.
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"May 'ave been born a worm, but that doesn't mean I gotta die like one."
Name: Bianca Hatton ((Actual name is Bee. This crappy name is explained in the backstory))
Age: 15 (younger)
Gender: Female
Origin: The Underground
Birthday: November 1st
Affiliations: N/A
Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Maroon Brown
Height:
5'0
Weight:
110 lbs.
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Toned
Personality: "Punk" would be the best word to describe Bianca. She has a tough exterior and a resting bitch face because of her years within the Underground. All she knows is that she cannot be seen as weak or she will be taken advantage of. Bianca's toughness also spreads to her words, which she will not hesitate to spit with venom if she feels threatened or looked down on. She also lacks morals thanks to living like a savage for most of her life. Though Bianca does not come off as friendly, she's actually pretty nice once she feels the other person is of no threat to her or her brother and is really easy to please. A good hot potato can usually calm her down.
Short Backstory: Jewel and Bee were both born as fraternal twins to a single mother who died during childbirth due to complications, forcing their father to cut her open to get the babies out safely. However, because of the depression of losing the only joy he had in the Underground and the stress of raising two babies he didn't even want, Jewel's and Bee's father left them with the neighbors "for only an hour" only to be found dead of self made causes. The neighbors raised them as much as they could, despite not knowing a thing about the children. They decided to name the boy "Jewel" because of his shining beauty, and "Bee" after a beetle because of how tough she was. When Jewel and Bee were old enough, it was decided that there simply wasn't enough food to keep all of them and the siblings would have to go elsewhere.
Now on the street, Jewel and Bee were forced to beg for morsels, hunt, steal, and eat whatever bugs and flowers they found. When they were caught, they were beaten, which only made them learn to be sneakier, faster, and to fight back. They became stronger and better at what they did. Jewel eventually learned that he could get much more out of unsuspecting men by taking advantage of his appearance and charming them. When caught, he would be beaten, but that only taught him to do better.
They were eventually smuggled out by a man who was enlisted and took a year to train and help integrate the twins into society. Jewel's revised name became Julian Hatton, and Bee's revised name became Bianca Hatton.
Likes:
~Potatoes
~Nature
~The new society
~Fighting
Dislikes:
~Spoiled brats
~Getting bossed around
~Bullies
~Titans
Quirk: If Bianca sees "good eating" (bugs, plants, etc) she will take it and eat it when no one is looking.
Other: Bianca has never had a crush become a romance because they would fall in love with her brother instead. She feels a bit of joy whenever she has to tell them that her "sister" is actually her brother.
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"Some folks don't know just how good they have it. Hell, you'd be surprised at how much they're willin' to share if a pretty lady flirts enough."
Name: Julian "Juli" Hatton ((Actual name is Jewel. Crappy name explained in the backstory))
Age: 15 (Older)
Gender: Male
Origin: The Underground
Birthday: November 1st
Affiliations: N/A
Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Hazel
Height:
5'6
Weight:
145 lbs.
Complexion:
Pale
Body Composition:
Toned
Personality: Julian is a deceitful, cunning man able to read other people like a book after spending years manipulating others just so he and his sister didn't starve to death. He has little to no morals at this point, having witnessed the worst of the worst growing up alongside his sister. However, despite his upbringing Julian's heart is surprisingly in the right place. Julian is rather kind and is curious about this new world he resides in. He has trust issues and is, in a way, territorial, but he's working on those two things. Though he's integrated with society, his habits of the Underground still linger.
Short Backstory: Jewel and Bee were both born as fraternal twins to a single mother who died during childbirth due to complications, forcing their father to cut her open to get the babies out safely. However, because of the depression of losing the only joy he had in the Underground and the stress of raising two babies he didn't even want, Jewel's and Bee's father left them with the neighbors "for only an hour" only to be found dead of self made causes. The neighbors raised them as much as they could, despite not knowing a thing about the children. They decided to name the boy "Jewel" because of his shining beauty, and "Bee" after a beetle because of how tough she was. When Jewel and Bee were old enough, it was decided that there simply wasn't enough food to keep all of them and the siblings would have to go elsewhere.
Now on the street, Jewel and Bee were forced to beg for morsels, hunt, steal, and eat whatever bugs and flowers they found. When they were caught, they were beaten, which only made them learn to be sneakier, faster, and to fight back. They became stronger and better at what they did. Jewel eventually learned that he could get much more out of unsuspecting men by taking advantage of his appearance and charming them. When caught, he would be beaten, but that only taught him to do better.
They were eventually smuggled out by a man who was enlisted and took a year to help integrate the twins into society. Jewel's revised name became Julian Hatton, and Bee's revised name became Bianca Hatton.
Likes:
~Actual Food
~Bugs
~The new society
~Art
~Flowers
Dislikes:
~Spoiled brats
~Spicy foods
~Titans
Quirk: Julian always looks for every exit when he enters a place or an area. This is a survival tactic he learned to keep him from getting stuck in a tight spot.
Other: Gifts from suitors are only kept if they provide a purpose. So, if given food, clothes, etc he will keep. Trinkets, jewelry, prized possessions etc are thrown away or promptly sold unless he likes the person giving the gift.
Demon Shinobi
Friendly Neighborhood Demon Shinobi
Name:
August Ackerman
Nicknames:
Auggie [his little brother]
Age:
16-years-old
Gender:
Male
Origin:
Utopia District, Wall Rose
Birthday:
August 1
Affiliations:
104th Training Corps (Current)
Appearance Details:
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Clothing & Body Type:
5ft 8in (roughly 172.72cm)
Weight:
173 lbs (roughly 78.47kg)
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Bluish Gray
Clothing & Body Type:
When not in uniform, August can typically be found in baggier clothes that often appear a little more worn than anything else. In addition to the added benefit of being comfortable, they help to conceal his physique, to an extent. Many often believe him to be a tad bit on the scrawnier side when, in fact, he boasts a well-toned, lean, and muscular build. Those who choose to challenge him without knowledge of this are generally caught unawares due to this. He is, afterall, a well built young man.
Personality:
Ever cool headed and kind, there is very little that can get to August. Many who know him consider him the model of serenity, patience, and reliability. After all, the young man did take up the role of a caregiver for a time. He approaches everything in his daily life with an air of confidence about him. He prefers to avoid stressing details out of his control especially when there is work to be done. Oftentimes, August will laugh or even shrug off insults, disrespect, and many other manner of belittling toward himself. He simply doesn’t think it’s worth letting get under his skin, especially when he can dish it back out and usually find a more permanent place in the mind of the offender.
This doesn’t mean August is without his own troubles though; and it certainly doesn’t mean he won’t fight back if provoked. He simply tends to put the needs of others before his own in most cases, as is his nature. And, of course, it is possible to get under his skin; his tolerance is just incredibly high. However, there are certain triggers that will get a rise out of him quicker than others. Some of these triggers include: threatening or insulting his family or others close to him; behaving in a manner he believes is unacceptable; or refusing to heed his warnings (if he gets to that point). Push him to his boiling point and you're unlikely to escape unscathed.
In spite of all this, many who spend time with August come to know that he becomes almost a different person in battle. It is almost as though a flip is switched. Training, skirmishes, fights, and beyond see him behaving in a much more ruthless manner. He becomes lost in the thrill of battle, relishing overcoming the obstacles that litter his path. And yet, his allies will know that they can trust him to act as both spear and shield in the wake of danger. Should they choose to trust him, he will trust them and maybe, if they’re lucky, they’ll all return home every time. After all, for him, simply giving in to death’s grasp is not an option.
Short Backstory:
When hearing a name like "Utopia" anyone would expect fine living, collaboration, good people, and many other manner of wondrous things. In truth, to many Utopia was just that. They lived happily and without care. These were those who managed to step over others in order to better their lives. August's parents weren't such people. Try as they might, they never managed to do well enough to do much more than survive.
The colder climate of the Utopia District made farming hard. Snow rarely stuck, but it came frequently enough to be a nuisance to many. The people adapted though. As an area prone to temperature drops and late night freezes, agriculture was a very difficult practice to maintain. So, the Utopia District made its mark primarily as an industrial center for manufacturing. Working in factoring was a guaranteed living, though you wouldn't do very well unless you managed to climb the ranks. These positions, however, were left largely to those with strong connections, noble blood, etc.
August's father, Kieran Verstekt was a man who prided himself on working hard and providing the best life he could for his family. His mother, Edrisa Ackerman, made house and home and watched their children. THey'd fallen in love many years prior. Their first son, August, was named for the month he was born. His mother always looked at him with such love and wonder.
"It was a beautiful warm day," she would say.
August always loved hearing his mother speak. She was kind and so loving. He was happier when he was 5-years old and gifted a younger brother. Misha's birth, however, wasn't as picturesque as his own though. His father was forced to work. If not for the kindness of their neighbor, Mrs. Klein, they might have had much more trouble.
Still, they were happy for a time. That is, until Kieran began spending more and more time away from home. He was working hard, but Edrisa worried. It was too much. THey had more mouths to feed though. It was clear that the stress was getting to their loving father.
One night, his father came home in a drunken stupor. August had been asleep, but was awoken by a slamming door. 8-years-old at the time, he quietly crawled out of the bed he shared with little Misha. That boy could sleep through anything. He moved softly to the door of his room. He could hear shouts. His father was drunk, his mother crying. His father screamed about all the things he'd given up to be with her. He'd come from "noble" blood, after all (a fact August only knew because of the fairy tale-like story his mother and father told him and Misha of how they met).
He'd given up a comfortable life! He'd given up money, a large home, never having to do as much of the menial labor as he was doing now.
A creaky floorboard put had given away their little eavesdropper. Things fell silent. Kieran withdrew to his and Edrisa's room. Edrisa entered August's room to check on him and Misha. August pretended to sleep. He couldn't look at his father the same after that. More often he'd come home reeking of liquor. His mother was at a loss. Things weren't getting worse, but they certainly weren't getting better.
Then, one day, all of that changed. August was 11-years-old at the time; Misha was 6. They were playing in the kitchen while Edrisa tried to decide what to make them for dinner. There wasn't much in the house. Kieran would be home any moment and there was nothing prepared. Except, he didn't come home. They waited, but he didn't come back. One day passed, then two, and three.
Finally, there was a knock at their door. When Edrisa opened, she was pushed aside, knocked over by the door. Two men entered, looking for Kieran. Edrisa tried to tell them that he hadn't been home, but they wouldn't listen. One of the men slapped her. Kieran had wronged a few people and then had just up and disappeared. They were demanding to know where he was. August rushed one of the men. An unexpected punch to the gut made the man cough, but it didn't hurt him much. He simply laughed and lifted August off the ground.
"You're a wild one," he barked as August struggled in his hold, feet dangling off the ground. "Maybe we oughta take you and put ya to work." The man chuckled and pulled out a knight, holding it to August's cheek. "Or we could just drag ya through the streets. Might make daddy crawl outta the woodwork."
Edrisa pleaded for them to stop, but the other man grabbed her by the hair. He told her to shut her damn mouth or he'd do it for her. She was scared. Misha was crying, scared and confused about what was going on. The man holding August growled, telling the other to shut the damn kid up.
Edrisa tried to stop him, but he simply kicked her away. Misha ran to his and August's room, but the man followed. August struggled more. Part of him wanted to call for help, but they had neighbors, neighbors like Mrs. Klein. Sure she or her husband could see something was wrong. Even if not them, surely others could tell what was going on. But nobody came.
August grit his teeth. He didn't know what to do. Time seemed to slow down. Suddenly, everything became muffled. The pleas of his mother, barking orders of the man who was tightening his hold to restrain August, and the manic laughter of the man following after Misha all became so distant. Only one thing reached his ears.
"Help me!" Misha's voice rang out.
Over and over the terrified cry of his brother repeated in his mind. August's breath became ragged. The man holding him looked down. "Givin up already runt?" he asked with a small chuckle. He shook his head. "Shame." His grip barely loosened. He didn't seem to want to take the chance, but it was still enough. August's teeth sunk into the man's arm, drawing blood. The man yelped, dropping August and his knife.
Cold eyes hone in on the man as August turned and swung, slamming a powerful fist into the man's abdomen. Winded and shocked at the power of this child he hunched over, coughing out a cry for help. August didn't waste time. He could hear the hurried footsteps of the other man. He didn't have long. He slammed his forehead into this one's nose and tackled him down. Stone like fists barreled down from August as he straddled the man.
The man was a sputtering mess before his friend could truly process the information. "You little bastard!" The other screeched as he charged August. The one on the ground was incapacitated. He would choke on his own blood without medical attention. The other was frantic. He lunged at August, but it was a mistake. The first man had dropped his knife. All August needed to do was pick it up and use the man's own weight and momentum against him. Blood splattered across the floor and August.
The man still struggled as August pulled the knife from his gut and stabbed it back in. The man yelped, and tried to move, but August followed. They rolled and tumbled as August continued to stab him over and over and over until finally the man stopped moving. August was a mess of blood, breathing heavily. His body shook as he looked down at the man who'd lost too much blood and the other who'd choked on his own.
Suddenly, the severity of the situation had become all too real. He dropped the knife. Edrisa had made her way to Misha, making sure he was okay, but as she looked on in horror at the sight before her, she couldn't help but cry. In just three short days her life had been flipped on its head. No... maybe this had been a long time coming... hadn't it?
Edrisa was at a loss. She didn't know what to do. She was scared, confused, and hurt. As the adrenaline began to wear off, August could feel himself begin to break down. He didn't know exactly how he'd known what to do. Hell, he'd never been in a fight before, but somehow... he knew. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and perhaps that was what snapped Edrisa out of her stupor. She clutched her boys tightly. Somehow everything would be okay. Somehow.
Edrisa repeated this over and over until finally there was a gasp. Mr. Klein stood at the door. He was sweating and out of breath, adorning in his military uniform. He'd been away. He'd been shocked though to find his wife cowering at home, unsure of what to do. Of course, he had questions, none that could easily be answered. He helped August while Edrisa tended to Misha. Though she'd hugged August, try as she might, she just couldn't look at her son the same.
Though questions about Kieran still came up, mostly from Misha, it soon became clear that he'd abandoned them. Edrisa tried to remain strong, but she quickly fell to the bottle herself. Though she had her moments, her responsibilities as a parent quickly fell by the wayside. She was drunk all the time. August found himself assuming the role of caregiver for Misha, making sure he was fed, clean, and as happy as could be. Mrs. Klein helped, often bringing food when she could. She tried to make sure the children studied as well, and while August did as much as he could, his time became more limited when he began doing odd jobs to help support his mother and Misha.
From working in the factories to helping neighbors with chores and even running around in mills, August did anything and everything. It wasn't uncommon for him to get stiffed or get into the occasional scrap, but he managed. It would have been easy to lose himself, fall into a looming depression or grow colder, but he couldn't. Whenever things began to feel like too much, he remembered Misha. He found that if he could keep calm, cool under pressure, and keep going for him, it wasn’t as hard.
Besides, every day he came home and saw the help his mother needed or, more importantly, the happy look on Misha's face. Everything could melt away if only for a moment. He wanted to be a good role model for his little brother. He wanted to be better for him. And he knew that there were other people that might need that too.
At 15, August began to ask Mr. Klein for help. They were already doing so much for him and his family, but he needed more. He wanted to join the military. It would surely produce more for his family and he could find a way to feed this hunger for something more deep within himself. Misha was getting old enough to watch himself a little better. August and Mrs. Klein had taught him some things. His mom was generally useless, but even a broken clock could give the right time twice a day. So, it wasn't that bad.
With help from Mr. Klein, he began working to get himself fit and ready. Some things came naturally, but he didn't just want to do well. He wanted to excel. After about a year or so of learning and training from the Kleins, August enlisted. Perhaps, if he's lucky, he'll manage to make some strong connections, good friends, and build a better life for his younger brother.
The colder climate of the Utopia District made farming hard. Snow rarely stuck, but it came frequently enough to be a nuisance to many. The people adapted though. As an area prone to temperature drops and late night freezes, agriculture was a very difficult practice to maintain. So, the Utopia District made its mark primarily as an industrial center for manufacturing. Working in factoring was a guaranteed living, though you wouldn't do very well unless you managed to climb the ranks. These positions, however, were left largely to those with strong connections, noble blood, etc.
August's father, Kieran Verstekt was a man who prided himself on working hard and providing the best life he could for his family. His mother, Edrisa Ackerman, made house and home and watched their children. THey'd fallen in love many years prior. Their first son, August, was named for the month he was born. His mother always looked at him with such love and wonder.
"It was a beautiful warm day," she would say.
August always loved hearing his mother speak. She was kind and so loving. He was happier when he was 5-years old and gifted a younger brother. Misha's birth, however, wasn't as picturesque as his own though. His father was forced to work. If not for the kindness of their neighbor, Mrs. Klein, they might have had much more trouble.
Still, they were happy for a time. That is, until Kieran began spending more and more time away from home. He was working hard, but Edrisa worried. It was too much. THey had more mouths to feed though. It was clear that the stress was getting to their loving father.
One night, his father came home in a drunken stupor. August had been asleep, but was awoken by a slamming door. 8-years-old at the time, he quietly crawled out of the bed he shared with little Misha. That boy could sleep through anything. He moved softly to the door of his room. He could hear shouts. His father was drunk, his mother crying. His father screamed about all the things he'd given up to be with her. He'd come from "noble" blood, after all (a fact August only knew because of the fairy tale-like story his mother and father told him and Misha of how they met).
He'd given up a comfortable life! He'd given up money, a large home, never having to do as much of the menial labor as he was doing now.
A creaky floorboard put had given away their little eavesdropper. Things fell silent. Kieran withdrew to his and Edrisa's room. Edrisa entered August's room to check on him and Misha. August pretended to sleep. He couldn't look at his father the same after that. More often he'd come home reeking of liquor. His mother was at a loss. Things weren't getting worse, but they certainly weren't getting better.
Then, one day, all of that changed. August was 11-years-old at the time; Misha was 6. They were playing in the kitchen while Edrisa tried to decide what to make them for dinner. There wasn't much in the house. Kieran would be home any moment and there was nothing prepared. Except, he didn't come home. They waited, but he didn't come back. One day passed, then two, and three.
Finally, there was a knock at their door. When Edrisa opened, she was pushed aside, knocked over by the door. Two men entered, looking for Kieran. Edrisa tried to tell them that he hadn't been home, but they wouldn't listen. One of the men slapped her. Kieran had wronged a few people and then had just up and disappeared. They were demanding to know where he was. August rushed one of the men. An unexpected punch to the gut made the man cough, but it didn't hurt him much. He simply laughed and lifted August off the ground.
"You're a wild one," he barked as August struggled in his hold, feet dangling off the ground. "Maybe we oughta take you and put ya to work." The man chuckled and pulled out a knight, holding it to August's cheek. "Or we could just drag ya through the streets. Might make daddy crawl outta the woodwork."
Edrisa pleaded for them to stop, but the other man grabbed her by the hair. He told her to shut her damn mouth or he'd do it for her. She was scared. Misha was crying, scared and confused about what was going on. The man holding August growled, telling the other to shut the damn kid up.
Edrisa tried to stop him, but he simply kicked her away. Misha ran to his and August's room, but the man followed. August struggled more. Part of him wanted to call for help, but they had neighbors, neighbors like Mrs. Klein. Sure she or her husband could see something was wrong. Even if not them, surely others could tell what was going on. But nobody came.
August grit his teeth. He didn't know what to do. Time seemed to slow down. Suddenly, everything became muffled. The pleas of his mother, barking orders of the man who was tightening his hold to restrain August, and the manic laughter of the man following after Misha all became so distant. Only one thing reached his ears.
"Help me!" Misha's voice rang out.
Over and over the terrified cry of his brother repeated in his mind. August's breath became ragged. The man holding him looked down. "Givin up already runt?" he asked with a small chuckle. He shook his head. "Shame." His grip barely loosened. He didn't seem to want to take the chance, but it was still enough. August's teeth sunk into the man's arm, drawing blood. The man yelped, dropping August and his knife.
Cold eyes hone in on the man as August turned and swung, slamming a powerful fist into the man's abdomen. Winded and shocked at the power of this child he hunched over, coughing out a cry for help. August didn't waste time. He could hear the hurried footsteps of the other man. He didn't have long. He slammed his forehead into this one's nose and tackled him down. Stone like fists barreled down from August as he straddled the man.
The man was a sputtering mess before his friend could truly process the information. "You little bastard!" The other screeched as he charged August. The one on the ground was incapacitated. He would choke on his own blood without medical attention. The other was frantic. He lunged at August, but it was a mistake. The first man had dropped his knife. All August needed to do was pick it up and use the man's own weight and momentum against him. Blood splattered across the floor and August.
The man still struggled as August pulled the knife from his gut and stabbed it back in. The man yelped, and tried to move, but August followed. They rolled and tumbled as August continued to stab him over and over and over until finally the man stopped moving. August was a mess of blood, breathing heavily. His body shook as he looked down at the man who'd lost too much blood and the other who'd choked on his own.
Suddenly, the severity of the situation had become all too real. He dropped the knife. Edrisa had made her way to Misha, making sure he was okay, but as she looked on in horror at the sight before her, she couldn't help but cry. In just three short days her life had been flipped on its head. No... maybe this had been a long time coming... hadn't it?
Edrisa was at a loss. She didn't know what to do. She was scared, confused, and hurt. As the adrenaline began to wear off, August could feel himself begin to break down. He didn't know exactly how he'd known what to do. Hell, he'd never been in a fight before, but somehow... he knew. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and perhaps that was what snapped Edrisa out of her stupor. She clutched her boys tightly. Somehow everything would be okay. Somehow.
Edrisa repeated this over and over until finally there was a gasp. Mr. Klein stood at the door. He was sweating and out of breath, adorning in his military uniform. He'd been away. He'd been shocked though to find his wife cowering at home, unsure of what to do. Of course, he had questions, none that could easily be answered. He helped August while Edrisa tended to Misha. Though she'd hugged August, try as she might, she just couldn't look at her son the same.
Though questions about Kieran still came up, mostly from Misha, it soon became clear that he'd abandoned them. Edrisa tried to remain strong, but she quickly fell to the bottle herself. Though she had her moments, her responsibilities as a parent quickly fell by the wayside. She was drunk all the time. August found himself assuming the role of caregiver for Misha, making sure he was fed, clean, and as happy as could be. Mrs. Klein helped, often bringing food when she could. She tried to make sure the children studied as well, and while August did as much as he could, his time became more limited when he began doing odd jobs to help support his mother and Misha.
From working in the factories to helping neighbors with chores and even running around in mills, August did anything and everything. It wasn't uncommon for him to get stiffed or get into the occasional scrap, but he managed. It would have been easy to lose himself, fall into a looming depression or grow colder, but he couldn't. Whenever things began to feel like too much, he remembered Misha. He found that if he could keep calm, cool under pressure, and keep going for him, it wasn’t as hard.
Besides, every day he came home and saw the help his mother needed or, more importantly, the happy look on Misha's face. Everything could melt away if only for a moment. He wanted to be a good role model for his little brother. He wanted to be better for him. And he knew that there were other people that might need that too.
At 15, August began to ask Mr. Klein for help. They were already doing so much for him and his family, but he needed more. He wanted to join the military. It would surely produce more for his family and he could find a way to feed this hunger for something more deep within himself. Misha was getting old enough to watch himself a little better. August and Mrs. Klein had taught him some things. His mom was generally useless, but even a broken clock could give the right time twice a day. So, it wasn't that bad.
With help from Mr. Klein, he began working to get himself fit and ready. Some things came naturally, but he didn't just want to do well. He wanted to excel. After about a year or so of learning and training from the Kleins, August enlisted. Perhaps, if he's lucky, he'll manage to make some strong connections, good friends, and build a better life for his younger brother.
TL; DR - August was born to Kieran Verstekt and Edrisa Ackerman in the Utopia District of Wall Maria. Kieran was a former “nobleman” and came from a well off background, but gave that up to live with Edrisa. He began working in the factories of the Utopia District, because it is more industrial than agricultural, in order to provide for her and himself. They had a child, August. For a while they were happy, even though there was another mouth to feed. Then, they had another child, Misha. Things got tougher still. Kieran wasn’t moving up in the industry and he was having to work more.
Kieran started drinking, getting angry, and complaining about his life. Eventually, he got in some trouble with some people and just left. Where is he? No idea. The people in question came looking and found a wife and two kids. Things got rough. August “awakened” when his little brother was in danger and fought back hard. He took down the first man, using shock and confusion to his advantage. He took down the second using a knife and a little luck. A bloody mess, he and his mother tried to explain things when one of his neighbor’s, a military man, came to see what was wrong.
Broken and hurt, Edrisa took to the bottle. August picked up the slack down everything he could to manage and help Misha grow up as happily as possible. Luckily, their neighbors were helpful. Course, it didn’t feel like enough. So, he asked Mr. Klein, the neighbor in question to help him prepare for and eventually enlist in the military. What branch will he join? No idea. He didn’t do all that much research. Mr. Klein has suggested Military Police, but who knows. What lies in store for August as a cadet in the 104th training corps?
Likes:
- Misha
- Challenges
- Learning new things
- Training (whatever form that may take)
Dislikes:
- Cowards
- Drunkards
- Troublesome people
- Overly sweet foods (will usually give them away)
Quirk:
- August has a small habit of cuddling up to anyone sleeping within close enough proximity to him. He’ll simply pull them closer in his sleep if they are within reach. It means nothing. It is simply a habit. Though he’s unlikely to explain that unless asked or it leads to a “troublesome” situation.
- Whenever August begins to think or is having trouble deciding on something, he sticks the very tip of his thumb in his mouth and gently bites on it.
- When eating crackers, cookies, or biscuits, etc. August will always break or rip a piece in half, eat one side first, and then the other.
Other:
- August hates worms and finds them to be exceedingly disgusting. If he sees one he will use the nearest object at his disposal to eliminate it. If he finds one inside, he will terminate its existence, but he will also spend however long he feels is necessary to clean the “infected” area.
- August's Theme and August's Battle Theme
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Birb™
"My name? ...What was it again? Oh right, it's Gwen. Just Gwen."
Name: Gwen Bulwark
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Female
Origin: Stohess District, Wall Sina
Birthday: December 5
Affiliations: Order of the Walls / 104th Training Corps
Appearance details:
Gwen stands at 5'4" and has a lean and petite body frame. She has a pair of emerald eyes and red, long hair with uneven frames. However, her most defining feature is the trio of narrow scars beneath her left eye, although dozens of other scars litter her entire body. Gwen's usual attire consists of a brown polo neck and the classic white scout bottoms.
Attachments
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SpookyBones
Cynic Ghost
"I'll sacrifice my life if that's what it takes."
Age: 15 -> 18
Gender: Male
Origin: Utopia District
Birthday: 8th November
Affiliations: Before joining the cadets, he worked as an unlicensed merchant’s assistant, making money where he could, selling almost anything he could get his hands on.
Milo is from the Northern division of cadets.
Appearance Details: Milo is 5’9, weighs 156 pounds. His hair is a shaggy cinnamon brown which droops gently over his sapphire blue eyes, tinged with a ring of gold the colour of sweet marmalade.
Personality:
Milo is not very trusting. He can be short and sharp-tongued to protect himself but those who he holds dear know that he has a heart of gold and would give his life for them. Initially, his demeanour is cold and apprehensive, but when people begin to understand his true nature and form a close bond, he never forgets them and keeps them close to his heart with the hope they’ll do the same. When Milo is with those he cares for, his icy disposition melts away into a hot spring, lavished with a dazzling patchwork of light as the sun spools through the trees, landing on his good side feels like the first day of spring.
Milo hates failing more than anything, not only tasks, but failing those who depend on him crushes his soul and wrenches his heart. He will persevere with every last breath to succeed, constantly testing his own limits in the hope of bettering himself. Many have called him a sacrificial fool, whether he takes it to heart, few get the chance to know.
His resilience has made him strong-natured but also compassionate and empathetic, even to those he dislikes, he can’t help but sympathise, understanding enough to attempt to give others the relief that no one could give him. For him to be unable to forgive someone, they must betray him in every sense and offer no trace or tell of sweet redemption. Milo always attempts to understand every side of the story in hopes of finding a way to forgive those who have wronged him.
One fact about Milo that many are surprised to discover is how Milo values knowledge and a deeper understanding of the world. He once viewed knowledge as the true way to save himself. Now, to save humanity. He may acknowledge brute strength and pure manpower, but without true comprehension and perception of his enemies and challenges in life, Milo thinks there is little chance of victory.
Short Backstory:
Living in poverty within the Utopia District, his parents worried constantly as to where their next meal would come from and how they could afford to take care of their children. Milo would constantly take on odd jobs to help provide for his family, even working for a shifty merchant with some questionable connections.
Barely a teen, he devastatingly lost both his brother and his father, rupturing his idea of family. After this, Milo was relied on to provide for the house, responsible for taking care of his mother and himself at the tender age of 12; because of this he has always been hardworking, and when he didn’t earn enough he was subject to abuse and the sight of his mother's disappointed, incredibly stressed, eyes filled with disdain. The years had not been kind to his mother, with all the recent events her health took a turn for the worse and she fell gravely ill. Milo had desperately tried to fix it, to find a solution, even praying for the knowledge needed to cure his poor mother. When he lacked the means for medicine and comprehension of it to save her himself, he never forgave himself for her death.
This tragedy forced him onto the streets, living homeless and scrounging where he could. Eventually, he decided to join the training corps and become a different man, one he felt his mother would be proud of. Milo wants to forget the past, it haunts his every waking moment.
Likes:
- Baked goods
- Company
- Nature
- Fire
- Failure
- Crowds
- Lying
- Uncleanliness
Other: MBTI = INFP
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jrink
Junior Member
Name: Katsu Rutland
Age: sixteen
Gender: male
Origin: Shinganshina, Wall Maria
Birthday: 11-03
Appearance
Katsu has been short all through his adolescence, and having only recently shot up a couple of inches to catch up to his peers is having quite the time adjusting to his new view at 5”8. His skin is ivory and quite prone to sun-burn and obvious flushing as a result, his stubbornly straight, deep-black hair standing in stark contrast from its distinct paleness. Eyes are a brown that often appear just as black as his hair, rimmed by thick dark lashes. Of Asian-descent.
Personality
On the surface, Katsu tends to come across as a calm, detached fellow who is slow to familiarity and even slower to warmth. This somewhat anti-social characteristic is only helped along further by the unreadable expression he dons most times and has great trouble fully shaking off, even when in the presence of friends. A lot of the distance Katsu is prone to putting between himself and others springs not from a natural distrust of people, but rather a fear of rejection that springs from plenty of past experience. Though he’s introspective enough to have recognized this in himself, he has little drive to make efforts to change this. There are so many other goals he has yet to put into fruition, and resolving what he considers to be minor character flaws isn’t of the utmost importance on that list. Deeply ambitious, Katsu’s goals are the driving force behind much of his resilience. Strip those away and he’s not sure what he is underneath.
Though deeply introspective, Katsu's understandings of himself don't tend to translate to understanding others and their emotions very well. Though he will at times put effort into being ‘more’ empathetic, he's a little too self-obsessed at the moment to fully place himself in others shoes at this point in his life. This struggle with compassion is made all the more evident when Katsu feels he is the wronged party in some way. He doesn't take betrayal well being of a loyal nature himself, and when wronged tends to lash out in the most unforgiving of ways.
Though his unreadable expression tends to make him at least appear to be the ‘logical one’ in stressful situations, this is not often the case. In truth, Katsu is driven by his feelings more so than anything else. And he’s quite fine with putting logic aside if it means getting his way. Exceedingly stubborn additionally, Katsu tends towards thinking his way, or his idea, to be the 'end-all be-all', and in the (few, in his opinion) instances where he is shown to be wrong has great trouble pushing down his pride enough to issue an apology if needed.
Short backstory
Katsu grew up under his grandparents roof in the top apartment of their well-respected bakery in Shinganshina. His grandparents were looked at by most as kind for both their donating of the bread (though really, it was just the leftovers) to the district’s hungriest and their decision to take in their troubled daughters 'other-looking' child. But Katsu knew them only for their relentless cruelty, for the blame they heaped on him for their daughter's choices. Though when he was young he did his best to make up for his parent's deficiencies, each passing year came with Katsu learning to better place emotional distance between himself and his guardians. Instead his interests would shift to encompass more of the things his admired brother (or really, uncle) was drawn too, most of which consisted of the outside world the man saw atop his station on Wall Maria.
That curiosity in Katsu was further dampened by a particularly impressionable event in his youth when his uncle secretly took his little nephew beyond the walls one day. Though it was too dark to see beyond a foot in front of his lantern-lit hand, the air out there felt sweeter in his lungs, more substantial even. Fixating on the world beyond, Katsu managed to convince himself that there was purpose to be found beyond those walls, beyond even the titans. Though his observations and the motivations that sprung up behind them were likely psychosomatic in nature, they were enough to lead Katsu to foster dreams of joining the Scout's the first chance he got. When the events that led to Shinganshina's wall crumbling happened, they didn't dampen Katsu's dreams. If anything they only strengthened them as the boy enlisted in the Cadet Corps as soon as he reached trainable age.
Likes
- apples
- fire-pits
- apple juice
- art
Dislikes
- bakery-goods
- touchy-feely people
- perfume
- reading
- clinginess (which is a bit hypocritical, as he can be quite clingy himself)
Quirks
- Tends to over-dramatize his stronger emotions at times a bit in efforts to compensate for his oftentimes flat-expressions. They can, at times, come off as quite artificial or comical as a result.
- A pretty good mimic of others in both facial and vocal expressions. The longer he spends with a person, the better his impressions get.
- His hair looks 'perfect', no matter the occasion or whether he's had the time to run a comb through it or not.
AI10100
Expert Lurker
- SURNAME:Seidel
GIVEN NAME:Sean
GENDER:Male
AGE:18 [Ambigious?]
BIRTHDATE:03/03 [Chosen by him on a dice roll]
AFFILIATION:Church of the Walls [Previous-ish?] | Northern Division [Previous]ORIGIN:Orvud District, Wall Shina [Allegedly originally from Shiganshina]
NOTE:An amnesiac; Very curious about everything, do not let him in the storage if possible
Code by Ami
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