Name:Eoin King
Age:18
Cadet or Civilian?:Cadet
Cultural Descent:Irish
Strongest skill:speed
General skills:Pickpocketing, scavenging, manipulation, and butchery
Weakest skill:navigation
Weapons:standard cadet weaponry, a simple butcher cleaver when not on active duty
Appearance:Eoin is a small person, barely cresting 4 foot 8. His hair is a pale orange and eyes are an amber gold. His skin is a stark alabastor. His hair is kept in a ponyhawk, just long enough to which it can be called one. He as well seems to always have a slim, ear to ear grin on his face, except in times of extreme surprise or sadness. He is rather skinny, to the point that his clothes are naturally baggy on him even when worn properly with a belt.
Personality:Eoin is a game maker, preferring to set the pieces evenly among others and see where they land. He prefers to wait patently rather than charge head first. Always leveled headed, he tends to think of himself more than the group but doesn't vocalize it.
History:Eoin was the son to a city butcher, and thus learned the trade from his father, who was a widower. Back than, Eoin would never smile. He would look around him and see trash walking down the streets. He regularly got in fights and regularly lost in them, for being to small. His father would always patch him up and told him to smile through it. Later, a year before the loss of Wall Maria, his father was killed by a robber who had simply stolen a slab of beef from the man. Eoin looked down at his father's dying form, the midday Sun showing the scene to all who could stomach it. Eoin than kneeled down and took from his father's clutching hand the weapon he had used to defend himself. A butcher cleaver. With the very instrument he planned his revenge. And so he set out, following leads and eavesdropping to finally find the whereabouts of the man. Eoin had killed him in his sleep. He didn't feel accomplished. He didn't feel whole. The mugger may be dead but so was his father. A year later and wall Maria fell and Eoin saw his first glance of a titan. It was eating his neighbor. The poor old widow couldn't move very fast. It was here the Eoin had a mental war. He felt disgusted seeing his fellow human being ripped apart and eaten. Another part of hin though reveled in it. He saw the blood splatter onto the ground and considered it a masterpiece. Though he had to run he refused to forget his feelings for that moment, and thus the beginning of his wide smirk began. It was only later that he decided that he would join the Cadets, and eventually the Garrison unit.
Other:During his time as an apprentice to his father he learned about cutting meat. Constantly he would dull the blades until his father showed him how to hold it so as it practically didn't dull at all. Because of this he is confident he can be of use to the army, and maybe get into some places he wouldn't normally be able to get into.