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 _______________________________________________ - Full Name - Adèlyn L. Ziegler DOB - 829 Birthplace - Shiganshina, Wall Maria Branch - 108th Trainee Corps Rank - Trainee - - Arrogant X Confrontational X Sarcastic X Temperamental X - TBD TBD | Physical Details ⢠Standing at 5â6â, Adè isnât tall nor short among her friends and comrades, though there are certainly individuals that tower over her; though sheâs made it clear that just because they are taller than her doesnât mean she canât kick their ass. Adèâs aggressive demeanor translates relatively well to her posture and presence, though at the end of the day sheâs 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 sheâs still a lithe girl with not much of a bust or build, though she is much brawnier than she looks. Background Information ⢠Adèlyn Ziegler is a brash, pompous, loud-mouthed, and abrasive young woman and her comrades either love her or hate her for it. Adèâs obsession with being the âbestâ is the catalyst to a genetic time-bomb of angst, unhappiness, and ire. Itâs no secret that Adè has a plethora of issues that makes her difficult to deal with, though she doesnât much care people find her difficult or frustrating. She wears their discontent like a badge of honor and when she isnât scowling in discontentment she is smirking smugly as she mocks the person who has gathered her attention. In short, Adè isnât interested in âmakingâ 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. Adèlynâs father, Aldebert Ziegler, was a member of Shiganshinaâs 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 âpopâ 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. |
 _______________________________________________ - Full Name - Charles A. Dujardin DOB - 830 Birthplace - Orvud, Wall Sheena Branch - 108th Trainee Corps Rank - Trainee - - Bold X Brave X Honorable X Idealistic X - TBD TBD | Physical Details ⢠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. Background Information ⢠Charles Dujardinâs parents, much like Charles himself, was born within Wall Sheenaâs Orvud District. This was not a surprise, considering how prominent the Dujardinâs were within the walls. However, as idyllic as things may have seemed, there was always a layer to peel away when it came to Charlesâ parents. By the time he was seven-years-old, the Lord of the Estate, Charlesâ father, had managed to have several affairs with various women. It was here that Charlesâ 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 girlâs hands, he would pick them up without a secondâs hesitation. Simple, similar acts would continue for years, and not just for that one servant girl either. Charles found his motherâs 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. |
