Name: Xavier Du'Garde
Age: 15
Rank: 4th
Appearance: The big man. Standing at an easy 6'1", Xavier does not stand particularly high above the average man. However, with a chest like an oaken barrel, doorframe-jamming shoulders, and fiery red hair he certainly was easy to pick out of a crowd. Combine that with the fact that he had managed to maintain a small amount of his stomach even after the military training and it soon became apparent that the man was simply built big. He kept his hair about two inches long and spiked straight up from his rounded head, adding a few extra inches to his respectable height. He had a broad nose and smaller ears, giving him an almost bear-like appearance. His eyes were a vibrant green, and though he often was smiling in an almost goofy manner, those eyes were sharp and clear where they sat under his moderate brows. He had the beginnings of a beard growing, and often shirked a shave for a few days, giving his face a bit of a shadow along the point of his rounded chin. Despite his larger, stocky torso he had slightly longer limbs than most, which accounted for a good bit of his height. His uniform did not quite fit properly, and there were visible stitches along the sleeves and legs where they had tailored on another inch of fabric. He has iron set into the soles of his boots unknown to the superiors, it allows him to swing with greater acceleration once airborne.
Personality: Intelligent if not clever, and wise if not quick. That was the best way to describe the red-haired man. He was reserved, though friendly if approached, and rarely spoke unless he felt it was necessary. The more observant recruits would notice that he rarely missed a detail, and could often be found silently watching his companions and their surroundings for any sign of trouble. He moved with a bumbling sort of grace, always on the verge of bumping somebody or tripping over himself, but never quite managing to do it. He was an odd fellow, to be sure, and it was rumored that he talked to himself when he was alone, mumbling half-concocted arguments to his own thoughts.
In battle he was slow but extremely precise. He could predict enemy movements well before they made them and pick out holes in their defenses. However, due to his size he was not terribly fast and thus had to cautious when making his move. He disliked sending others into harms way, even when they may be better suited for a job, and would only do so if it he was entirely unable to make the attack himself. He favors his right arm often, and sometimes will use his cloak as a makeshift sling if it becomes too much of a bother.
History: Xavier does not talk much about his past prior to joining the military. The few things that have been gleaned are that he is a carpenter's son, his family is from Trost, and he plans to join the Survey Corps in order to help protect the people. He has a severe distaste for the Military Police, and tends to become tight- lipped and grim when asked about why.
Since joining the 108th recruit squad, he has become a well-known figure. Initially it was for his broken arm, which he suffered during one of their first trails with the maneuver gear, crashing into the ground at a bad angle. He was nearly dismissed from training, but when asked to leave he simply refused. He is quoted as saying. "I can fight better than half of these recruits, with only half of my strength. I am not crippled to the point of uselessness." He was allowed to stay, but was given half rations for two weeks for disobeying orders.
His right arm, which was expected to make a full recovery after some time, did not heal properly because he continued his training. Now his grip with every finger save for his index and thumb is fairly weak. He cannot deliver a strike with a sword without both losing his grip and causing himself considerable pain. Without a second sword to swing, the damage he could cause to titan targets was minimal. He had to score perfect hits on the first swing in order to be effective. It's rumored that he never was never hit once during training aside from the self-inflicted injury to his arm. He neither affirms nor denies this rumor, though a few of the higher ranked recruits know he was beaten rather soundly on a couple occasions.
He graduated as the 4th ranked recruit of the 108th, due mostly to his uncanny ability to predict and avoid the movements of his foes and work well with any team.
Offensive Skill: 5/10
Defensive Skill: 10/10
Strategic Skill:8/10
Teamwork: 8/10
Weaknesses: Due to his heavier size, Xavier tends to run out of fuel for his maneuver gear faster than the smaller recruits, and his flawless sense of honor keeps him from allowing anyone to die if he has any power to stop it. He would sooner have himself killed than a friend, and it compromises his impressive ability to stay alive and unharmed. He sustained a severe injury to his arm during the first few weeks of training with the maneuver gear, and cannot properly grip a sword with his right hand.
Skills Unique to Your Character: Having lost the ability to strike heavily with his right hand, he instead prefers to use the blades on that side of his body as projectiles, and has become extremely adept at whipping them into nearby targets. His left arm also has a considerably stronger strike capability than most, though the chance for a lethal blow does suffer from his lack of a dual sword system.
