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Miles Rockbell [+]

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Name
Miles Rockbell

Gender
M

Age
16

Sexuality
Het

Ethnicity
Caucasian

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Appearance
Miles is a boy of average height with brown eyes that are never too strained. His style of dressing can pretty loose. He's well-toned but it isn't obvious underneath his clothes. The boy's hair is of dark blonde color and brushed to the side. It's length reaching to the tail end of his end neck. His shoulders tend to be relaxed but he stands up with enough confidence that is apparent.

Height
5'9

Personality
Miles generally has a cool and laid-back attitude. He doesn't take things too seriously. In fact he prefers to keep things simple rather than complicated. That isn't to say he is a simpleton himself though. Far from it actually as he is more of a calculating type under the surface of his playful nature.

He isn't afraid to speak his mind, even under the most stern of circumstances. This can get him in trouble from time to time but his breezy nature isn't undaunted even under those situations. His tongue-in-cheek nature generally is born of his nihilistic mindset. It's one in which he sees an almost comical meaninglessness in life. For that reason, his view on ethics and morals are very lenient.

Still, he can't be said to be heartless. As despite his cold outlook he can't help but pity mankind's defiance of certain death. So much so that he can even feel inspired by it at times. In fact, Miles' wish is to have as much as a peaceful and relaxing life as he can before his number is up. He wants that lazy life for everyone.

Because Miles' was good at sensing the unease of his family at home, he is naturally able to sense the unease of others. Thus he isn't truly able to live a carefree life if the anxiety of the Titans can bother others and in turn bother himself. That's why he wants to put off humanity's annihilation for as long as he can.

Relaxed as he can be, Miles can certainly flip the switch into a more serious note when things desperately call for it. Such as in combat. At moments like this, he is certainly able to cut off any unnecessary sentimentalism. He doesn't also himself to be too riled up under pressure.

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Branch
Trainee

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Biography
Miles was raised within a family of butchers who slaughter animals and sell their flesh for different services. With his household consisting of his Uncle, Step-Aunt, Grandmother, Mother and Younger brother. His Father not being as home as much, actually being a member of the Survey Corps that investigates outside the walls. Because of this, Miles doesn't have much of memories of his father. With most of them being vague recollections as the years pass.

A life without his father wasn't too bad in itself, but he would feel a sense of unease amongst his family members. Throughout his years through this household, Miles would work and cultivate his skills at his family's butcher shop. The blood and guts of animals became a common occurrence for him. Of course, those were just animals. Miles knew well the clear distinction between the lives of a human and an animal doomed for slaughter. Yet there was no way he could know what the fate of a family camping trip would be.

Out in the woods where his family was camping, Miles was separated from them after walking off too far. Searching for his way back to safety, he found something unexpected....A group of people being attacked by a bear. From what he could gather, they seemed to be a family of three. Those three people were mauled to death right before his very eyes.

He couldn't do anything in response to the horrible sight, only be stunned and paralyzed until it was all over. With the massacre finished, the bear turned it's eyes onto Miles. He knew that his fate was decided. However, Miles was surprised to see himself still alive. For whatever reason, the bear had not slaughtered the boy despite clearly making eye contact.

It simply left him there alone with the mangled corpses of the people he didn't know. From that moment forward, Miles' view on life was greatly shifted. He never knew why his life was spared, but the reason didn't matter too much to him. Seeing the lives of people so casually tossed aside brought back the images of animals that his family would slaughter.

The traumatic event caused Miles' world view to meld into one that saw mankind not too much unlike the other creatures that were on this planet. Every being has their time to live and to die at a certain point in time. That's an obvious fact everyone knows but that line of thinking was brought to there surface for him. To him, the only reason he survived that encounter was because fate had decided his time wasn't up yet.

When all was said and done, he realized that the looming threat of the Titans was inevitable and all was pointless in existence. This sense of nihilism plagued Miles for quite some time. That is, until his father came home one day. When asked why he decided to join the Survey Corps instead of enjoying a peaceful life closer to his family, he answered with this, "I got bored of butchering animals, but butchering is my only skill. So I decided to butcher Titans, that's all it is,".

Faced with such a ridiculous answer, Miles could only laugh. So what was life simply a joke? He pondered that. Then the next day his father was killed in combat by a Titan. It was a heartbreaking matter but this only cemented Miles' conclusion. That there was no meaning to any of it all. That no one truly had control over their own lives.

Despite it all, Miles was able to smile. His nihilistic view had not changed, rather it was his attitude towards it all. He accepted the world for what it was, graciously so even. There was no escaping the onslaught of the Titans. He knew that, but he decided to join the Training Corps anyways. There was a simple reason why, because he knew even soon-to-be-dead animals fought to their very last breath.

Affiliations / Relationships
None of importance right now...

Character Theme

@LetMeDoStuff

Elsie [+]

Gender: Female Age | Birthday: 15 | December 12th, 831 Sexuality: Bisexual Ethnicity: Dutch Height: 5'6" Branch: 112th Cadet Corps	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	Appearance: Hider [+] Elsie stands at an above average, five feet, six inches. Her long blonde hair falls in choppy layers, and is usually tied up with spare fabrics and the occasional colored ribbon. She has the same emerald green eyes as her brother, though hers are generally sharper. Her lips are thin and normally set in a firm line. The skin of her face is mostly clear, and aside from a few nicks, scratches, and bumps so is the rest of her skin. Elsie's posture is rigid, her shoulders thrown back just barely and her chest slightly puffed. Generally, Elsie dresses in plain clothing. There are times when she'll wear a colored shirt, but it's unlikely. Personality: Hider [+] Elsie, unlike her brother, is rather quiet and collected to the point of being tense. When she was a child, she was quite sly, keeping to herself and moving unnoticed throughout Trost. Elsie is heavily reactive and hostile under moments of stress, and rarely ever in control of what's going on around her. Despite this, she's a skillful girl, and able to keep herself from taking too much damage physically or emotionally. When it comes to her friends, she's incredibly loyal and respectful. She gives her trust a bit too easily in the eyes of some, which may be a result of her empathetic nature. Though her outer shell is cold and stern, she usually understands the emotions others are feeling, and does her best to react appropriately. Biography: Hider [+] Born in the Southern district of Trost, Elsie spent most of her early years growing alongside her twin brother Ezra. When it came to socializing, Ezra had matured before her. While she learned to speak a couple of months before him it was rare for her to talk for herself. Her brother had seemingly taken the reins, and Elsie was fine with this. When they entered school, the dynamic was the same as it was at home. Elsie remained quiet, while her brother blossomed into a social butterfly. Though Elsie had a few friends of her own it was more common for her to follow her brother around silently, not realizing that this stalking made him look strange in his groups of friends. It wasn't until her brother began openly picking on her outside of their home that she began to express her own interests. Developing a strong bond with her parents during those times, Elsie rarely went out of the house to play. Instead, she did chores for her mother and occasionally her older neighbors. One day, on a laundry run between houses, Elsie stumbled across a scene that was troubling for her young mind. Her brother was pinned beneath an older boy, his face bloodied. Loyal to her twin, Elsie dropped the laundry she was carrying and attacked the older child. While she wasn't stronger than the boy, her attack allowed Ezra enough time to slip out from under him, and the two promptly ran back to their home. That night, Elsie and Ezra had a heart-to-heart that ended in discussions of their future. Neither of them wanted to be stuck in Trost for the rest of their lives. Elsie in particular was interested, not in what awaited them beyond the walls, but in what they could make of themselves from the inside. She had heard her parents talk of the different military branches, and knew of their prestige. Together, over the course of a few weeks, they came to the conclusion that the military would be the best choice for both of them. After arguing with her mother for a day and a half, Elsie was able to convince her that they would be alright. Of course, it helped that their father was on their side. The eve of the next day, the twins were being proudly sent off by their parents, going to enlist in the military. Relationships: Hider [+] Lisbeth Taffer - Mother Unlike most people, Elsie was openly close with her mother. She always went to her, rather than her father, to talk about almost everything. Though her mother was upset about their decision to enter the military, it was Elsie who helped talk her down. Tanner Taffer - Father Elsie was also close with her father. Though she didn't go to him for advice, she respects him deeply. He helped Elsie when it came to her mother's resistance, and for that she's especially grateful. Ezra Taffer - Twin Brother Elsie has always loved her brother. Though he had a period where his dislike for her ran deep, she was always watching his back and supporting him from afar. Now that they're closer, she's especially content. Character Theme: My Hider [+]

Ezra [+]

Gender: Male Age | Birthday: 15 | December 12th, 831 Sexuality: Heterosexual Ethnicity: Dutch Height: 5'10" Branch: 112th Cadet Corps	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	Appearance: Hider [+] Standing at five feet, ten inches, Ezra is still in the midst of filling out. His shoulders and neck are rather slender and his limbs stretch for miles. Despite his lanky build he carries himself with a surprising level of fluency. His posture is normally confident, without much in the way of evident tension. His sandy blonde hair is unmanageable despite his attempts at slicking it down. He has bright emerald green eyes that are generally full of emotion. His lips rest in a slight grin, and are easily the most expressive feature on his face. His civilian clothing consists of plain, beige t-shirts and trousers with the occasional added jacket depending on the weather. Personality: Hider [+] Like most other kids his age, Ezra is still finding himself. He's quite a boisterous teenager, approaching things with a youthful attitude. Ezra is a casual man, without much weighing on him. He's known to try to cheer up those whose company he enjoys. Despite his charisma, he's generally sarcastic and abrasive. More often than not, he toes the line when it comes to acceptable humor, and despite having been punished for it numerous times it seems he hasn't learned his lesson. Like most others in his age group, he's an athletic young man with a strong will. He often attempts to take the lead on group efforts, though his private demeanor holds him back. He struggles to associate on an empathetic level with others. When things come down to the wire, he does his best not to panic aimlessly. Instead, he'll throw out ideas and hope something sticks. Biography: Hider [+] Ezra was born and raised in the Trost district within Wall Rose. From youth, he was enamored by his family, especially his father. He took cues from the older man, learning how to socialize despite being in diapers. He was the more expressive sibling by far, and though he didn't see it at the time, his beaming personality was squashing his sister's. Upon entering grade school, Ezra had little difficulty when it came to making friends. Despite this, his sister hung around him far too much for his tastes, making him seem weaker in the eyes of those he wished to befriend. Because of this, he took the hint from his peers and began to torment his younger sister. From that age forward, he did this with those he didn't like or didn't want communicating with him. While his sister stayed at home and made a recluse out of herself, Ezra thrived in his community. Though he wasn't the kindest, he thought himself to be the most well-received member of his group of friends. Of course, his theory proved to be incorrect when one day he found himself staring down the eldest member of his friends group. They had gotten into a squabble over something. Whether it was a girl, or the fact that Ezra always called the boy blockhead and it had finally gotten on his last nerve, Ezra was unsure. Either way, he found himself in a fight he was sure to lose. Pinned on the floor, it wasn't until a surprise attack from none other than his twin sister came that he was able to crawl out from underneath the larger boy. Booking it home with his sister in tow, Ezra's petty opinions of his sister were dropped. They had a long conversation, which ended with them discussing their futures within the wall. And the next day, they had another discussion, and another, and another, until finally they determined that they would enlist in the military together. A long argument with their mother later, and they were on their way to the Cadet Corps. Relationships: Hider [+] Lisbeth Taffer - Mother Ezra's relationship with his mother is strained due to his wanting to serve in the military, but otherwise average. He's not quite as attached to his mother as some may be, but he's not cold toward her either. Tanner Taffer - Father Ezra's far more inclined towards his father than his mother. They share a strengthened love for each other, especially since Tanner was supportive of his children's desire to enter the military. Elsie Taffer - Twin Sister Despite having a rocky childhood with his twin, Ezra and Elsie have always been close. They decided to go into the military together, and plan on joining the same branch when the time comes. Character Theme: My Hider [+]

Tanner Harwell [+]

Name ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tanner Harwell Gender ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Female Age ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Fourteen (June 11th, 832) Ethnicity ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ English Branch ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 112th Trainee Corps Affiliations ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Grant Valente - An acquaintance that often visits the Harwells' bookstore. Despite having hung out here and there, the duo aren't particularly close, with Tanner preferring to spend the time she has on investigations instead. Lauren Jones - A Quinta local that regularly lingers in the Harwells' bookstore. As Tanner prefers to keep to her journal, and Lauren with her books, most interaction between the two of them has been purely business matters.	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	Appearance Tanner isn't exactly what you would call a "stand out". Topping out at five foot six and weighing just slightly less than other females her age largely a result of being stuck with a thin, lithe frame, Tanner is undoubtedly average. She doesn't have any identifying blemishes, leaving her skin undeniably clear. Her hair and eyes are almost the same color spot-on, both being shades of hazel-like light brown. Even her clothing is often standardized, comprised of cheap, inexpensive yet sturdy basic garb commonly seen in the outer districts. Truly, were it not for Tanner's insistence to keep her hair cut almost boyishly, she could probably blend into a crowd of people and essentially disappear to the untrained eye. Personality It isn't unusual for Tanner to be seen "detached" from the world at hand. Driven by the need to find the woman she has been searching for, Tanner has made a habit of only interacting with people who likely have information that could help her. Otherwise, Tanner is a girl of few words, as if she was giving someone the cold shoulder. Even to the few "companions" she has, her reactions are robotic, deadpan and unemotional. Many potential friends have left disgusted because of her attitude, although Tanner seems clueless as to why others might want nothing to do with her. Nonetheless, it doesn't take Tanner long to get over a missed connection—the only thing that truly matters is finding that woman. Biography A native of Wall Maria's Quinta District, Tanner had been expected to take over the family bookstore from her mercantile parents. Had. Unbeknownst to Tanner, her family had been shrouded in great mystery that she seemed destined to unravel. House walls dotted with family portraits plus one unknown individual. Old letters to a woman Tanner struggled to remember. Dodged questions and half-truths from her parents. Such clues and links as these ate at Tanner, gnawing away at her thoughts and soul. Who was this woman? Why could she not recall her name? What relation did she have to Tanner? She needed to know, even if her parents didn't want her to. Dotting down what little information she had into an old journal, Tanner set out to find the truth about the woman that constantly racked her thoughts. Whilst most leads amounted to nothing, her investigative inquires being returned by the locals with the same avoidance her parents had, the real clue had been in front of Tanner all along. The green cloak in the portrait; the mention of the Survey Corps in the letters her parents stashed away. Clearly, whoever this woman was, she had something to do with the Scouts. Despite being closer to her goal, however, Tanner had ran into a road block. While it was obvious that the woman had, or was, a Scout, she struggled to find someone in the Scouting Legion that had known her, forcing Tanner to rethink her next action. Deliberating the issue for several days, it wasn't long before Tanner realized what she had to do—if she wanted to find this woman, she would have to follow in her footsteps, joining the Survey Corps. Of course, Tanner knew full well that her parents would object. The Scouts always came back heavily bloodied and battered, and there had been talk of disbandment, so who in their right mind would let their "only" child join the military, even more so if they were seeking to join the Scouts, rather than the Military Police or even the Garrison? One surely had to be insane to agree to such a thing. And so, under the cover of an early morning, Tanner turned her back on the family bookstore, seeking a recruiter to fulfill the destiny she had set herself on.

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@Letmedostuff

Charles Dujardin [+]

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Name

Charles Dujardin

Gender

Male

Age

15
_{April 26th, 831}

Ethnicity

Vive la François!

Appearance

With a lean physique and bright blonde hair, Charles is obviously still growing. His mannerisms speak of a noble upbringing, though there seems to be a lack of superiority to those around him. His hair is cut short, though it has been growing unkempt as he has been personally focusing on preparing for the training corps. His eyes are blue, like the sky, and show a sense of hope and idealism that will likely fade under the guise of the grueling and rigid life he has chosen as a military man.

Height

5'6"

Personality

Brave
Defensive
Honorable
Idealistic
Impulsive
Naive
Poised

Branch

112th Trainee Corps

Biography

Charles Dujardin’s parents, much like Charles himself, was born within Wall Sheena’s Orvud District.

This was not a surprise, considering how prominent the Dujardin’s were within the walls. However, as idyllic as things may have seemed, there was always a layer to peel away when it came to Charles’ parents. By the time he was seven-years-old, the Lord of the Estate, Charles’ father, had managed to have several affairs with various women. It was here that Charles’ in one way or another witnessed how his mother could be as ruthless as his father was licentious; he still hasn't forgotten the screams from the room he wasn't allowed to talk about. It was a miracle that he came out sane in the shadow of two terribly toxic parental figures and a wealth of privilege. Perhaps, a lot of this was due in part to the stories told to him by his maternal grandfather, a man whom inspired Charles at a young age with tales of bravery and honor. The tales of the Garrison Regiment, of which he was once a member.

While these stories were no doubt embellished, it helped guide Charles. As a result, he did his very best to prove he was a charismatic, honorable, and brave person.

When a young girl found employment as a maid servant in the household, Charles took to them in the way he imagined the heroes of the past would. Men with chivalry and patience. Whereas his mother would knock things out of the girl’s hands, he would pick them up without a second’s hesitation. Simple, similar acts would continue for years, and not just for that one servant girl either. Charles found his mother’s behavior questionable and as such continued to be a buffer. It would set the seeds in his mind that he needed to leave as soon as he was able to become a great hero like his grandfather before him. However noble this goal would be, he would in time learn that he was misguided in more than a few ways.

The Trainee Corps was a lot different than he imagined it to be.

Affiliations / Relationships

TBD

Character Theme

_{Leave your doubts and take in with no fear}

Hotaru Tachibana [+]

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Name
Hotaru Tachibana

Gender
Female

Age
14
_{April 30th, 832}

Ethnicity
Asian

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Appearance

Hotaru [+]

Height
5'3"

Personality
A girl who would rather listen than speak, Hotaru comes off as a quiet girl. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. In truth she is always open for conversation and can talk to just about anyone. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to. She has a rather positive deposition, an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations. She will never let you down, even the idea of disappointing someone makes her always put in her total effort. As a result she is quick to help out those in need. Still, she puts a lot of pressure on herself even if she is told to take it easy.

Polite and usually keeping a calm head, she seems out of place among the soldiers, though she transforms somewhat when a battle is to be had. She tunes out all her doubts and manages to keep her head in the game at all times. Despite her warm and gentle nature, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her emotions. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it, taking a delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.

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Branch
112th Trainee Corps

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Biography
The one thing Hotaru can say about her past is that she was constantly on the move. Her family rarely stayed in a place for too long, and she remembers that anytime they got comfortable, they ended up leaving soon after. It wasn't until she was around ten years old that they would gain a permanent residence in the Orvud District. Her mother never did tell her what it was she did for a living, often avoiding giving complete details, but from what she did learn and her uniform, it looked like she was a servant to one of the lords in the district. Her father didn't seem to like what she did very much, resulting in many arguments until one day he was just gone.

A few days later, Hotaru found out that her mother had been carrying out an affair with the lord she served, with him promising a better life for Hotaru. Despite the well intentions, the loss of respect resulted in a very strained relationship. Unfortunately, things came to a head when an attempted kidnapping threw her life upside down, and while she managed to escape, her mother was taken. She ended up taking going to her mother's lover in desperation, taking her mother's place as a servant for a brief time. Eventually, she felt she needed to get her freedom, feeling overly indebted to the lord's son with no way of ever paying him back. Her decision to enlist came partly from a protective place, partly for herself, though she hopes to get some kind of direction.

Affiliations / Relationships
TBA

Character Theme
_{The hope for tomorrow will help me ease all my pain today.}

Hider [+]

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Name
Jade Stone

Gender
Female

Age
14, April 6th, 832 (At enlistment)

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Ethinicity
English

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Appearance
Just under the “average” height, Jade falls more so on the petite side. Her hair is black as a raven and eyes a slight darker shade of lavender, both which are complimented by her fair skin. Having enjoyed running around and carrying heavy stacks of books have helped her keep up her stamina as well as strength, so she is in no way weak or frail. Her body stands lean with feminine curves which were usually hidden in black clothes, no matter the time of year.

Height
5'3" at full height

Personality
Throughout her childhood, Jade had been a respectful child who enjoyed working with her parents in the town’s bookstore. She helped when help was needed and enjoyed her time off as well. She was, and continues to be for the most part, well mannered. As time passes, she will realize where her voice is and how to use it, against anything that she deems unfair and unethical. Her heart is in the right place, but she finds herself, for the most part questioning many things as to whether they are truly right or wrong.

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Branch
112 Trainee Corps

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Biography
Born into a long line of librarians and book worms in Quinta, Jade was the first to stick out like a sore thumb within her family. She refused to carry on the tradition of working at the shop until her father fell ill, when she was about 7 years old. She would talk big about joining the corps and becoming a “titan killer”. The dreams of an adventurous life began to fade away as her father’s life did as well, and all she could see herself doing was helping her mother out by keeping the shop alive and carrying on legacy and taking care of their precious ‘heirloom’ as her father called it.

As years went by and the task of running the shop turned into a burden, she found herself longing for something more as she felt she had a bigger purpose in life. Her eyes would wander past the village and into the distance, reminiscing on her dream to once be a so called titan killer and the need to fulfill her destiny of having a bigger purpose in life.


Affiliations/Relationships
Lauren – A constant friend in Jade’s life as she grew up watching the girl help others in need. Often, she would get visits from her because Jade would end up falling on deliveries with books in her hands and get injuries. Lauren would happily help her and in return, Jade would give her medical books whenever she found any.

Character Sheet [+]

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Name
Revel Belrose

Gender
Female

Age
Born June 830 -- 16 pre-training

Sexuality
Bisexual

Ethnicity
French-Germanic (Swiss)

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Appearance

Revel stands 5’8” with chest-length black hair, which she usually keeps in some style of ponytail. Complementing her strong athletic shape, she tries to retain a good posture in most cases, standing or sitting straight, with her chin level. This structured appearance makes her gaze stand out, her oddly light-purple eyes sometimes seeming rather piercing, especially when she is focused. She usually holds a rather neutral facial expression, and her poker face is quite good.

Personality

You couldn’t be blamed for thinking Revel a rude person. When she’s not seemingly ignoring those around her, her interactions are brief and sometimes laden with sarcastic or sharp tones. She tends to seem rather distanced socially, purposely not engaging in conversations without some sort of coaxing - and even then, she doesn’t let down her guard. This is largely due to her glaring trust issues. Revel was a very talkative, fun girl when she was a bit younger, but her stepfather changed that with his abusive behavior - warping her into a mostly introverted and socially cautious individual.

Despite these faults, she does still have a more tender side. When she does finally come to trust someone and befriend them, she seems almost like a different person to them. She will slowly become less tense, more talkative, and be much more open to suggestion. Her sarcastic attitude will, too, change - losing the rather dry tone and taking on a more good-spirited, teasing one. While befriending this stubborn girl is quite the task, once you do so she will never leave your side. But, this is exceedingly rare.

However, there is also another facet of Revel’s personality that stands rather contrastingly to her other behaviors. She is a very dedicated girl when it comes to tasks involving her desired place within their Military. When she becomes focused on a task, she becomes really focused, and it can be difficult to interrupt or dissuade her from her goal.

Even if she does possess an inherent distrust of others, she generally tries to follow orders to a T - but can sometimes find herself conflicted in highly stressful situations where either of her options have significant impact on her or others.

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Branch
112th Trainee Corps

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Biography

Revel led a rather cherished childhood in her younger years. She was fortunate enough to have a loving mother and father, the latter of whom was part of the Survey Corps. On days when he returned home to them, he told little Revel of his adventures outside the walls - how he fought to protect her and her mother, and to maybe eventually one day defeat the monsters that loomed just on the other side of their defenses.

It scared her to think of what horrors there were out there that required such giant walls to defend against. But fortunately for her, she had her father to stand between her and those monsters. Or so she thought.

On one day when he was supposed to return, he did not. Some of the soldiers in his squad had, but not him. What did come was the telling of his death to the hands of a titan. Of course, his wife and daughter were devastated for quite a time. Revel found herself withdrawing from what friends she had in school, becoming somewhat of a recluse. However, not all was lost.

Around this time a slightly older girl, Zhera Halnaut, took a liking to her and became as close to her as a best friend could get, surpassing her hesitations. She supported Revel then and throughout the years to come. Though it seemed she was not the only one who was finding some way to try and cope with her father’s loss.

Her mother, Altria Belrose, found herself remarrying almost a year later. The man seemed nice enough, and he also seemed to sympathize with Altria, comforting her whenever memories struck her full of grief. So they were at least coping - for a while. Until Revel’s new stepfather, Rowan Jeinam, showed his true colors.

Under Altria’s housecare, he grew lazy and self-indulgent. Soon enough, Revel came to know him as the verbally and emotionally abusive drunkard who sat on the living room couch all day. It went on for a while, but she endured the abuse for her mother. She figured that he somehow made her happy and if persevering despite his behavior was what kept that, then she would do it.

After some years this situation had changed Revel. She was no longer even close to the outgoing kid she once was. She was more introverted than she’d ever been, and her attitude developed a disdainful, rebellious pinch to it from all the abuse she’d undergone for those years. She really did try to endure it, for her mother’s sake, but she found herself almost on her breaking point. She had to distance herself.

This is when she decided to join the Military forces. It’d offer her more seclusion from her stepfather than any other job she could think of, and she imagined it was only right to follow in her true father’s footsteps. Soon she’d find that she’d push herself farther and farther to achieve the most she could in order to excel in the forces. She trained incessantly - more than anyone else she knew; with far more dedication.

Affiliations / Relationships
Altria Belrose - [Mother, Tailor/Housewife]
Leon Belrose - [Biological father, deceased]
Rowan Jeinam - [Stepfather, Unemployed]
Zhera Halnaut - [Best friend, Survey Corps]

Character Theme
Not necessary, but can be used if wished. Just a bit o' fun

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idk might bully some inferior cadets [+]

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_Name

Adèlyn Ziegler

_Gender

Female

_Age

15
_{November 2nd, 831}

_Ethnicity

Ich bin Deutsche!

_Appearance

Standing at 5’6”, Adè isn’t tall nor short among her friends and comrades, though there are certainly individuals that tower over her; though she’s made it clear that just because they are taller than her doesn’t mean she can’t kick their ass. Adè’s aggressive demeanor translates relatively well to her posture and presence, though at the end of the day she’s just another uppity soldier in a mass of hundreds. Her hair is a natural blonde and her eyes are green. Her physique is unsurprisingly athletic and well-toned, but she’s still a lithe girl with not much of a bust or build, though she is much brawnier than she looks.

_Height

5'6"

_Personality

Antagonistic
Arrogant
Bold
Determined
Flirtatious
Invasive
Sarcastic
Temperamental

_Branch

112th Trainee Corps

_Biography

Adèlyn Ziegler is a brash, pompous, loud-mouthed, and abrasive young woman and her comrades either love her or hate her for it.

Adè’s obsession with being the “best” is the catalyst to a genetic time-bomb of angst, unhappiness, and ire. It’s no secret that Adè has a plethora of issues that makes her difficult to deal with, though she doesn’t much care people find her difficult or frustrating. She wears their discontent like a badge of honor and when she isn’t scowling in discontentment she is smirking smugly as she mocks the person who has gathered her attention. In short, Adè isn’t interested in “making” friends and currently sees her comrades as like-minded acquaintances at best and superficial meat-shields at worst. This disconnect can be seen as cruel and stupid by some, but it has protected Adè from her fickle feelings and insecurities. In part this is a ruse to push people away so that she will never have another emotional connection with another human being; she figures if she can be undesirable she will never be hurt by someone close to her again.

Adèlyn’s father, Aldebert Ziegler, was a member of Shiganshina’s Garrison. He raised Adèlyn effectively as a single parent, though what little Adè remembers of her father is overshadowed by his sudden death when she was eight-years-old.

Having no family to look after her, Adè soon would realize that the walls of an orphanage in Shiganshina was a rough and lonely existence. The paltry meals were lackluster, her fellow orphans were as dejected and disinterested as she was, and the minimally-employed staff were as overworked as they were overpaid. With the fear of the Titans beyond the walls, anxieties were an unending presence of their own. Adè eventually would grow bored and unruly, often sneaking out and stealing food from market stands. One bowl of porridge and stale bread was not enough to sate Adè, so she chose to entertain herself out of her own survival and for her own interest.

With thievery came conflict from other children and, of course, authority figures. Adè was quick on her feet, assuredly, but she soon found herself getting into fights and arguments on a daily basis. When her only friend during her childhood died in a brawl her hope to find friendship and bonds was halted In what seemed like an instant. She still can hear the ‘pop’ from his body falling off a rooftop and onto the streets below in her sleep. It is a constant nightmare that makes her always check her footing and to be careful when it comes to maneuvering. After all, in Shiganshina parkour was one of the few things she was good at other than running and street fighting, that is. Perhaps it was the reason she was scouted by a friend of her father, whom told her she would do well to follow in his shadow once she was old enough.

When the orphanage kicked her out at fifteen, she figured it was the only choice she had. Plus, she wanted it. After all, it wasn't a Titan that killed her father, but another man in the military. She hoped to find out who he was and how to find them. She had never forgotten his face from the bunker of her father's closet.

_{Affiliations / Relationships}

TBD

_{Character Theme}

_{I’m a no holds barred bad girl}