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Reese Kestrel
Only two sessions of spars into the company's hand-to-hand combat training, and already, Reese felt as if the supernatural beings within the heavens were working against him. It certainly did not fare well for his mentality that he was at a severe disadvantage with his lack of knowledge, his mind continually recycling the demonstrations from the instructor but being unable to replicate said presentations. After his attempt of Lauren's technique resulted in a narrow failure, the boy fumbled backwards as he was caught breathless for a moment, viewing the direct strike to his neck as an unethical strike.
Choking violently, Reese painfully cleared his throat as a hint of anger arose within his spirit, having been taken aback by such an attack that could have convinced the boy that it had been a personal one. His eyes narrowed, tossing out the inhibition that had festered from his insecurities and forgoing Lauren's request. While he had much more to learn and even more to refine, he was beginning to understand Schulz' lecture of never holding back. While there was not much for him to be restraining in the first place, he could see that his fear of potentially hurting his friends was detrimental.
And from that attack, it was clear to Reese that Mora, or anyone else, did not intend to allow the fact to deter their own strategy, either.
Allowing Mora to make the next step, the boy prepared himself to pay careful attention to the redhead's motions; if his own raw power was not enough to defeat her, Reese would have to rely on the lessons imparted to them. Reciting Schulz' techniques once more within his mind, he anticipated his opponent's charge, quickly devising his only method of a victory. Knowing that she would take the bait, he ensured that his feet stumbled for a clumsy dodge.
Reese felt confident as Mora rushed him once more, taking a step back and raising his hands to catch her left first for a grab. That was when he realized that he had also fallen into her own plan, suddenly pulled towards her while the wind kicked from his lungs, a splatter of blood expelling from his mouth. His strategy had faltered, but the boy did not allow the misstep to end in his defeat. He fought through the pain that fluttered around his torso, sending the momentum to his right foot.
He jumped with the step, arching his left shoulder back and spinning in a half-revolution as Reese landed swiftly behind Mora. The boy did not allow her to set herself steadily as he stood himself firmly, his right arm locking around her neck in the motion of landing, the hold solidified through his left elbow scissoring his right fist. For the moment, Reese felt the hymn of victory sound within his ears as Mora was about to stumble entirely from his unexpected retaliation, only for her to break free in the nick of time, causing him to decline backwards.
Sweat beaded his face, blood continuing to trickle from the side of Reese's mouth as he took a seat to the ground, cycling the pain along his torso through heavy breathing. "Close one," the boy could only manage, his thumb wiping the blood but unsuccessful in stopping its leakage.
Choking violently, Reese painfully cleared his throat as a hint of anger arose within his spirit, having been taken aback by such an attack that could have convinced the boy that it had been a personal one. His eyes narrowed, tossing out the inhibition that had festered from his insecurities and forgoing Lauren's request. While he had much more to learn and even more to refine, he was beginning to understand Schulz' lecture of never holding back. While there was not much for him to be restraining in the first place, he could see that his fear of potentially hurting his friends was detrimental.
And from that attack, it was clear to Reese that Mora, or anyone else, did not intend to allow the fact to deter their own strategy, either.
Allowing Mora to make the next step, the boy prepared himself to pay careful attention to the redhead's motions; if his own raw power was not enough to defeat her, Reese would have to rely on the lessons imparted to them. Reciting Schulz' techniques once more within his mind, he anticipated his opponent's charge, quickly devising his only method of a victory. Knowing that she would take the bait, he ensured that his feet stumbled for a clumsy dodge.
Reese felt confident as Mora rushed him once more, taking a step back and raising his hands to catch her left first for a grab. That was when he realized that he had also fallen into her own plan, suddenly pulled towards her while the wind kicked from his lungs, a splatter of blood expelling from his mouth. His strategy had faltered, but the boy did not allow the misstep to end in his defeat. He fought through the pain that fluttered around his torso, sending the momentum to his right foot.
He jumped with the step, arching his left shoulder back and spinning in a half-revolution as Reese landed swiftly behind Mora. The boy did not allow her to set herself steadily as he stood himself firmly, his right arm locking around her neck in the motion of landing, the hold solidified through his left elbow scissoring his right fist. For the moment, Reese felt the hymn of victory sound within his ears as Mora was about to stumble entirely from his unexpected retaliation, only for her to break free in the nick of time, causing him to decline backwards.
Sweat beaded his face, blood continuing to trickle from the side of Reese's mouth as he took a seat to the ground, cycling the pain along his torso through heavy breathing. "Close one," the boy could only manage, his thumb wiping the blood but unsuccessful in stopping its leakage.
hey that looks familiar
Reese & Ovidius
Ovidius Lohr could not help but reminisce of the years already passed. As the darker male made the rounds along the proving grounds, observing each and every trainee, it had come to the young man that he had been in their shoes only three years ago. He had brandished the insignia of crossed swords with pride, almost as much dignity as wearing the wings of freedom on his back and shoulder, now. He had entrusted his faith within the process, carrying the others on his own winds as those days drew on.
It was without question that Ovidius missed every single one of them, dearly. There was not a single moment where their sacrifices weighed lightly, his thoughts watching the memory as the faces of his former friends and comrades faded to black. Only the soles of his feet remained standing in the blood, the madness that the world forced upon them. His expression hardened, surveying the corps; these boys and girls were the inheritors of the fallen, the next to carry the weight of that world on their own shoulders, just as he did.
Competing for a spot within the top ten of graduates was meaningless. Those numbers were only for the egoists to gloat their way to the cowardice and corruption called Wall Sina, and for humanity to lose valuable soldiers to greed. Ovidius could not wrap his head around the idea of soldiers enlisting for the illusion of luxury and contest; to him, if that was their purpose for enlistment, they were better off used as bait for the Survey Corps' long-distance scouting formation. At least, they would serve a far greater purpose to humanity through putting their precious talents to real use than pestering civilians and smuggling contraband.
Ovidius drew a heavy sigh, shaking his head at the thought. While the 104th Training Corps had only formed on the previous day, he prayed that some would fill the vacant ranks of the Survey Corps, where they always suffered from shortages in manpower. Even then, his mere presence seemed to promote meager excitement from certain trainees, and he hoped that his stint with the instructor would convince the indecisive. He had only been sent for a routine report on the class of recruits, and he would have to depart when the expedition scheduled for the end of the month would commence.
It was without question that Ovidius missed every single one of them, dearly. There was not a single moment where their sacrifices weighed lightly, his thoughts watching the memory as the faces of his former friends and comrades faded to black. Only the soles of his feet remained standing in the blood, the madness that the world forced upon them. His expression hardened, surveying the corps; these boys and girls were the inheritors of the fallen, the next to carry the weight of that world on their own shoulders, just as he did.
Competing for a spot within the top ten of graduates was meaningless. Those numbers were only for the egoists to gloat their way to the cowardice and corruption called Wall Sina, and for humanity to lose valuable soldiers to greed. Ovidius could not wrap his head around the idea of soldiers enlisting for the illusion of luxury and contest; to him, if that was their purpose for enlistment, they were better off used as bait for the Survey Corps' long-distance scouting formation. At least, they would serve a far greater purpose to humanity through putting their precious talents to real use than pestering civilians and smuggling contraband.
Ovidius drew a heavy sigh, shaking his head at the thought. While the 104th Training Corps had only formed on the previous day, he prayed that some would fill the vacant ranks of the Survey Corps, where they always suffered from shortages in manpower. Even then, his mere presence seemed to promote meager excitement from certain trainees, and he hoped that his stint with the instructor would convince the indecisive. He had only been sent for a routine report on the class of recruits, and he would have to depart when the expedition scheduled for the end of the month would commence.
Already, after a few rounds of sparring, Reese felt the pangs of fatigue begin to wear down on the young boy's frame. His face beaded with sweat, a small burn stinging his eyelids. Being outmatched entirely at the beginning by Lauren was enough of a wake-up call for the youth to never underestimate any of the other trainees, as well as the girls. "I would've never expected this out of any day," he whined momentarily before pulling himself together, wiping the precipitation from his forehead.
While the pair took a moment of respite as their partners would be rotated, Reese took to practicing the corrected stance and moves on an imaginary target. "Yeah, no kidding," he stiffened a bout of nervous laughter as he looked between the two, stretching his arms out. While Mora was around the same height as Lauren, he could tell that the red-headed girl was stronger, far stronger. The boy was not even sure if Lauren's technique would work in this scenario, given the difference.
But it would never hurt to try; after all, failure was the best method of practice. "Hi Mora," Reese mimicked Lauren in a childish manner, turning his body towards the girl as he swiftly took up the stance. He was nimble on his feet, a hop propelling him towards Mora. "I'll go first then!
While the pair took a moment of respite as their partners would be rotated, Reese took to practicing the corrected stance and moves on an imaginary target. "Yeah, no kidding," he stiffened a bout of nervous laughter as he looked between the two, stretching his arms out. While Mora was around the same height as Lauren, he could tell that the red-headed girl was stronger, far stronger. The boy was not even sure if Lauren's technique would work in this scenario, given the difference.
But it would never hurt to try; after all, failure was the best method of practice. "Hi Mora," Reese mimicked Lauren in a childish manner, turning his body towards the girl as he swiftly took up the stance. He was nimble on his feet, a hop propelling him towards Mora. "I'll go first then!
Reese Kestrel
Had Reese known that the next day was going to be filled with absolute failure, the boy would have properly adjusted his mentality for the humiliation to follow.
The first morning as a soldier-in-training seemed like a fairly standard awakening, for the most part; there was no Schulz barging through their door, ripping the trainees from their land of dreams with loud whistle blows. At the very least, Reese had already been accustomed to waking early, though it went without saying that the usual morning grogginess was still present.
Shaking his hair out and climbing down the ladder, the youth stumbled towards his designated cabinet after a lazy salutation to Tanner, rummaging for his uniform and loosely fitting inside. Reese was quick to groom himself afterwards, adjusting the longer portion of his hair into the usual ponytail. He yawned as he trotted towards the bed of the sleeping giant, throwing a light fist down against Gabriel's chest before he would set out for breakfast after Tanner.
It had come to Reese as a surprise that not many of the trainees had awoken yet, though their schedule was still many clock hands away from their time. The boy wolfed down his share of breakfast, making sure to take as much as he was allowed; he needed the nutrients and sustenance if he sought to outgrow his peers.
And that had been the very last moment that Reese had any spur of enjoyment.
It could be considered an understatement if Reese were to say that the gear compatibility test had been anything but a success. As the lines had shortened and his turn was to come, the boy was giddy with excitement, prepared to show those who had talked him down wrong. Seeing some, including Tanner, keep themselves balanced almost effortlessly only fed into his short-lived ego; this is going to be a piece of cake, he had thought.
When his time came, and Reese was hoisted onto the harness of the makeshift gear, his moment of glory fell short as his face kissed a piece of the hard earth, the expletives and insults of Schulz dulling out his shame even further. To his elation, he had managed to keep himself balanced for a few seconds, and though he showed promise, the trainees who failed were only giving one last chance at the end of the day to pass; otherwise, they would be sent home.
While this danger of failure fueled Reese into a determination to redeem himself, worsening matters were only beginning. The trainees were shuffled into the second portion of their training; hand-to-hand combat. He knew that, being shorter than most of the boys and even some of the girls, he was not going to be the strongest of fighters, though he figured that it couldn't be too difficult to mimic the techniques that the instructor had demonstrated.
His first partner was Lauren, and to his credit, Reese had exactly zero knowledge when it came to hand-to-hand combat. This was easily noted through his clumsy take on the combat stance, but through steeling his resolve, he could do anyth--
"Waah!" Reese found himself soundly defeated, his weakness fully exploited as Lauren easily disabled his defensive stance and tossed him to the ground. He felt winded for a second, the kick-up of dust causing him to cough a few times as he rubbed the back of his head from the floor. "Oww..." with her assistance, the boy was back up on his feet, feeling dejected.
"Set your feet firmly."
Reese was alarmed by the deep voice, turning to his right as a taller soldier with a similar uniform walked towards their group. The soldier was familiar to the boy somehow, their storm-gray eyes and commanding tone fitting his height. As the soldier stood beside the pair, Reese's brows lit up at the pair of wings on his insignia, realizing that the soldier was from the Survey Corps.
Doing as he was advised, Reese's stance was promptly and properly adjusted by the soldier. Looking between the two trainees, he nodded. "Grow strong for each other," the soldier said, turning to walk away from them. "We're all we have left."
Figuring that the soldier's words carried a deeper meaning than what was said, Reese was left in his thoughts, as usual. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Lauren, dropping his stance. "Can you show me how to do that? the boy asked with a light smile, hoping to learn and sample the technique.
The first morning as a soldier-in-training seemed like a fairly standard awakening, for the most part; there was no Schulz barging through their door, ripping the trainees from their land of dreams with loud whistle blows. At the very least, Reese had already been accustomed to waking early, though it went without saying that the usual morning grogginess was still present.
Shaking his hair out and climbing down the ladder, the youth stumbled towards his designated cabinet after a lazy salutation to Tanner, rummaging for his uniform and loosely fitting inside. Reese was quick to groom himself afterwards, adjusting the longer portion of his hair into the usual ponytail. He yawned as he trotted towards the bed of the sleeping giant, throwing a light fist down against Gabriel's chest before he would set out for breakfast after Tanner.
It had come to Reese as a surprise that not many of the trainees had awoken yet, though their schedule was still many clock hands away from their time. The boy wolfed down his share of breakfast, making sure to take as much as he was allowed; he needed the nutrients and sustenance if he sought to outgrow his peers.
And that had been the very last moment that Reese had any spur of enjoyment.
It could be considered an understatement if Reese were to say that the gear compatibility test had been anything but a success. As the lines had shortened and his turn was to come, the boy was giddy with excitement, prepared to show those who had talked him down wrong. Seeing some, including Tanner, keep themselves balanced almost effortlessly only fed into his short-lived ego; this is going to be a piece of cake, he had thought.
When his time came, and Reese was hoisted onto the harness of the makeshift gear, his moment of glory fell short as his face kissed a piece of the hard earth, the expletives and insults of Schulz dulling out his shame even further. To his elation, he had managed to keep himself balanced for a few seconds, and though he showed promise, the trainees who failed were only giving one last chance at the end of the day to pass; otherwise, they would be sent home.
While this danger of failure fueled Reese into a determination to redeem himself, worsening matters were only beginning. The trainees were shuffled into the second portion of their training; hand-to-hand combat. He knew that, being shorter than most of the boys and even some of the girls, he was not going to be the strongest of fighters, though he figured that it couldn't be too difficult to mimic the techniques that the instructor had demonstrated.
His first partner was Lauren, and to his credit, Reese had exactly zero knowledge when it came to hand-to-hand combat. This was easily noted through his clumsy take on the combat stance, but through steeling his resolve, he could do anyth--
"Waah!" Reese found himself soundly defeated, his weakness fully exploited as Lauren easily disabled his defensive stance and tossed him to the ground. He felt winded for a second, the kick-up of dust causing him to cough a few times as he rubbed the back of his head from the floor. "Oww..." with her assistance, the boy was back up on his feet, feeling dejected.
"Set your feet firmly."
Reese was alarmed by the deep voice, turning to his right as a taller soldier with a similar uniform walked towards their group. The soldier was familiar to the boy somehow, their storm-gray eyes and commanding tone fitting his height. As the soldier stood beside the pair, Reese's brows lit up at the pair of wings on his insignia, realizing that the soldier was from the Survey Corps.
Doing as he was advised, Reese's stance was promptly and properly adjusted by the soldier. Looking between the two trainees, he nodded. "Grow strong for each other," the soldier said, turning to walk away from them. "We're all we have left."
Figuring that the soldier's words carried a deeper meaning than what was said, Reese was left in his thoughts, as usual. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Lauren, dropping his stance. "Can you show me how to do that? the boy asked with a light smile, hoping to learn and sample the technique.
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"The watchers on the walls? Try going beyond them."
[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y
[ ❇ ] S T A T I S T I C S
[ ❇ ] T I T A N K I L L S
[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y
O V I D I U S L O H R / / S E V E N T E E N
"The watchers on the walls? Try going beyond them."
[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Branch of Service: 102nd Training Corps ⇨ Garrison ⇨ Scouting Legion
Years of Service: Year 841—844 (102nd Training Corps), Year 845—845 (Garrison), Year 845— (Scouting Legion)
Height: 5'10 (seventeen) ⇨ 6'0 (twenty)
Weight: 173 lbs (seventeen) ⇨ 191 lbs (twenty)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Storm-gray
Complexion: Dark
Body Composition: Muscular
Years of Service: Year 841—844 (102nd Training Corps), Year 845—845 (Garrison), Year 845— (Scouting Legion)
Height: 5'10 (seventeen) ⇨ 6'0 (twenty)
Weight: 173 lbs (seventeen) ⇨ 191 lbs (twenty)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Storm-gray
Complexion: Dark
Body Composition: Muscular
[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
A courageous soldier with a steadfast devotion to the preservation of humanity, Ovidius embodies the very definition of what it means to serve in the military. Loyal to his comrades and trustworthy in his arms, there is a rare passion in the young man, often blanketed by the casual demeanor that he interacts with. He is selfless to others, whether it be as an advisal to another or as a person to listen.
While others say that he is an inspiration for hope in their fear, Ovidius can be surprisingly reticent when it comes to speaking about other matters, often finding himself in deeper thoughts moreso than conversations. Regardless, should it be requested, he will assist another individual without question. A known critic for the portion of laziness within the military, the young man respects determination, to which he claims is his very own will to exist.
At times, Ovidius may come off as brazen and abrasive, though it is rare to see him genuinely upset, noting that it would only be a display of weakness and lower morale. He is not afraid to stand up for himself or others, possessing a tougher mental fortitude through his childhood and experiences in the military. This serious aspect of his personality is offset by a knack for jest, though it goes without saying that he constantly wages a war deep within his own self.
As a witness to perpetual tragedy and a survivor of several events and expeditions that claimed the lives of countless peers, Ovidius has seen many things that others have not, and has only used those experiences as a stepping stone to act as the leader that others need when he is granted that role, though even the toughest shell can crack under the exposure of immense pressure.
While others say that he is an inspiration for hope in their fear, Ovidius can be surprisingly reticent when it comes to speaking about other matters, often finding himself in deeper thoughts moreso than conversations. Regardless, should it be requested, he will assist another individual without question. A known critic for the portion of laziness within the military, the young man respects determination, to which he claims is his very own will to exist.
At times, Ovidius may come off as brazen and abrasive, though it is rare to see him genuinely upset, noting that it would only be a display of weakness and lower morale. He is not afraid to stand up for himself or others, possessing a tougher mental fortitude through his childhood and experiences in the military. This serious aspect of his personality is offset by a knack for jest, though it goes without saying that he constantly wages a war deep within his own self.
As a witness to perpetual tragedy and a survivor of several events and expeditions that claimed the lives of countless peers, Ovidius has seen many things that others have not, and has only used those experiences as a stepping stone to act as the leader that others need when he is granted that role, though even the toughest shell can crack under the exposure of immense pressure.
[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y
A modest background is everything that Ovidius Lohr would have hoped for, and it was what he had received, for the most part. Hailing from a small town only several miles away from Karanes District, his family descended from those who had lived off of the natural land; they would be the first of the line to step foot into ordinary civilization, and claim it as their permanent residence.
Ovidius was a middle son to the fairly healthy family; a sibling to two younger brothers, an older brother, and an older sister. Their father was a fiend for the idea of possessing wealth, wishing to elevate their standing in society from the lowest point. This caused a rift to occur within the family, and while the siblings had always been close, it was his older sister, Nanna, than he had cherished the most, further beyond the rest.
His father sought to wed Nanna off to a higher-class family residing within the innermost walls, and Ovidius found himself separated from his older sister when she adamantly refused, turning her back on their father and running away from the family. With this 'rebellious' display, their father grew furious, frequently subjecting their family through stages of abuse whenever his ideology was neglected or criticized. It was Ovidius who would protect his mother and his brothers from this abuse, exposing the six-year old to the most pain.
It took several years for his mother to gather enough courage and funds to remove themselves from his father's sphere of influence, and after speaking with Ovidius and his younger brothers, they would leave for a new life shortly after. While they drifted from town to town throughout this year, they would eventually settle in Trost District. The nine-year old would come to discover that Nanna had enlisted in the military, seeing his older sister in a Garrison uniform when she was stationed in Trost. They were only able to speak for a few moments before she returned to her post, and later on, before she left to be stationed elsewhere.
While it was not the most glamorous of goals as perceived by his mother, Ovidius stated his intention of enlisting in the military in the footsteps of his older sister, wishing to find and speak to Nanna once again. His friends and the other adults called him insane, but the boy's resolve was set and clear, and after ensuring that he was physically able for the task, he enlisted at the age requirement of twelve alongside two friends, Bixon and Asher.
Ovidius adjusted quickly to the harsh training regiment, and while he was initially touted solely for his strength and skill with the gear, the instructor noted a growing leadership quality that naturally sprung during his last year of training. This propelled the fifteen-year old into the top ten, graduating from the 102nd Training Corps in Year 845 as the second-overall ranking trainee. Bixon and Asher held the rankings of eighth and tenth overall, respectively.
There were many officers from each military branch that sought Ovidius for the potential that he displayed, though his primary goal of finding his sister would lead to their major disappointment, as he and his two friends decided to join the Garrison. He was stationed primarily along the districts of Wall Maria, and while he had finally reunited with his older sister in Shiganshina, it was a bittersweet reunion at best, for the Colossal Titan was soon to come on that day.
Only two months into his career with the Garrison, and Ovidius was a witness to the Colossal Titan successfully breaching Wall Maria, enacting a living hell upon Shiganshina District. With the military caught completely off guard, and with no true plan drafted for this type of situation, the Garrison were in complete disarray as the overwhelming number of titans encroached upon their ranks. He had no knowledge of where his sister had gone to, and with the titans' line quickly pushing their forces to the inner wall, Ovidius led a daring command to hold the titans back, in an effort to give the civilians enough time to evacuate.
It was needless to say that Ovidius' efforts were in vain, as the select few that followed him were devoured, and only a very narrow escape allowed him to survive the entire ordeal, claiming one of the few remaining horses at the stables and retreating towards Wall Rose. Only at the barracks of Trost, did he finally break down under the extreme fear and pain, seeing that Nanna was on the list of the deceased. Having not seen how his sister had died, he began to suffer from nightmares of all the different scenarios, even through the consolation of his two friends who had survived.
These nightmares would worsen as Ovidius was among the 250,000 soldiers to be sent on a suicidal operation to reclaim Wall Maria, which saw the deaths of nearly the entire force, of which included Bixon and Asher, who had died in his own arms. This failure of command, and the government's neglect for the lives of the soldiers, resulted in the young man's disillusion with the military. It had only been his first year, and he had already witnessed atrocities of the largest scale.
Knowing of the Survey Corps' lack of corruption and true regard for its soldiers, Ovidius transferred to the branch in the same year, ignoring the warnings from his advisers in the Garrison. He began to wear the Survey Corps' colors with pride, and since then, he has grown into one of its core members, a veteran of countless expeditions beyond the wall.
Ovidius was a middle son to the fairly healthy family; a sibling to two younger brothers, an older brother, and an older sister. Their father was a fiend for the idea of possessing wealth, wishing to elevate their standing in society from the lowest point. This caused a rift to occur within the family, and while the siblings had always been close, it was his older sister, Nanna, than he had cherished the most, further beyond the rest.
His father sought to wed Nanna off to a higher-class family residing within the innermost walls, and Ovidius found himself separated from his older sister when she adamantly refused, turning her back on their father and running away from the family. With this 'rebellious' display, their father grew furious, frequently subjecting their family through stages of abuse whenever his ideology was neglected or criticized. It was Ovidius who would protect his mother and his brothers from this abuse, exposing the six-year old to the most pain.
It took several years for his mother to gather enough courage and funds to remove themselves from his father's sphere of influence, and after speaking with Ovidius and his younger brothers, they would leave for a new life shortly after. While they drifted from town to town throughout this year, they would eventually settle in Trost District. The nine-year old would come to discover that Nanna had enlisted in the military, seeing his older sister in a Garrison uniform when she was stationed in Trost. They were only able to speak for a few moments before she returned to her post, and later on, before she left to be stationed elsewhere.
While it was not the most glamorous of goals as perceived by his mother, Ovidius stated his intention of enlisting in the military in the footsteps of his older sister, wishing to find and speak to Nanna once again. His friends and the other adults called him insane, but the boy's resolve was set and clear, and after ensuring that he was physically able for the task, he enlisted at the age requirement of twelve alongside two friends, Bixon and Asher.
Ovidius adjusted quickly to the harsh training regiment, and while he was initially touted solely for his strength and skill with the gear, the instructor noted a growing leadership quality that naturally sprung during his last year of training. This propelled the fifteen-year old into the top ten, graduating from the 102nd Training Corps in Year 845 as the second-overall ranking trainee. Bixon and Asher held the rankings of eighth and tenth overall, respectively.
There were many officers from each military branch that sought Ovidius for the potential that he displayed, though his primary goal of finding his sister would lead to their major disappointment, as he and his two friends decided to join the Garrison. He was stationed primarily along the districts of Wall Maria, and while he had finally reunited with his older sister in Shiganshina, it was a bittersweet reunion at best, for the Colossal Titan was soon to come on that day.
Only two months into his career with the Garrison, and Ovidius was a witness to the Colossal Titan successfully breaching Wall Maria, enacting a living hell upon Shiganshina District. With the military caught completely off guard, and with no true plan drafted for this type of situation, the Garrison were in complete disarray as the overwhelming number of titans encroached upon their ranks. He had no knowledge of where his sister had gone to, and with the titans' line quickly pushing their forces to the inner wall, Ovidius led a daring command to hold the titans back, in an effort to give the civilians enough time to evacuate.
It was needless to say that Ovidius' efforts were in vain, as the select few that followed him were devoured, and only a very narrow escape allowed him to survive the entire ordeal, claiming one of the few remaining horses at the stables and retreating towards Wall Rose. Only at the barracks of Trost, did he finally break down under the extreme fear and pain, seeing that Nanna was on the list of the deceased. Having not seen how his sister had died, he began to suffer from nightmares of all the different scenarios, even through the consolation of his two friends who had survived.
These nightmares would worsen as Ovidius was among the 250,000 soldiers to be sent on a suicidal operation to reclaim Wall Maria, which saw the deaths of nearly the entire force, of which included Bixon and Asher, who had died in his own arms. This failure of command, and the government's neglect for the lives of the soldiers, resulted in the young man's disillusion with the military. It had only been his first year, and he had already witnessed atrocities of the largest scale.
Knowing of the Survey Corps' lack of corruption and true regard for its soldiers, Ovidius transferred to the branch in the same year, ignoring the warnings from his advisers in the Garrison. He began to wear the Survey Corps' colors with pride, and since then, he has grown into one of its core members, a veteran of countless expeditions beyond the wall.
[ ❇ ] S T A T I S T I C S
Battle Skill: 15
Strength: 13
Agility: 5
Teamwork: 7
Leadership: 10
Strength: 13
Agility: 5
Teamwork: 7
Leadership: 10
[ ❇ ] T I T A N K I L L S
Solo: 17
Team: 11
Total: 28
Team: 11
Total: 28
[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y
Father: Darius Lohr — Unknown
Mother: Farron Lohr — Alive
Sister (Older) Nanna Lohr — Deceased
Brother (Older) Clarence Lohr — Alive
Brother (Younger): Verus Lohr — Alive
Brother (Younger): Priscus Lohr — Alive
Mother: Farron Lohr — Alive
Sister (Older) Nanna Lohr — Deceased
Brother (Older) Clarence Lohr — Alive
Brother (Younger): Verus Lohr — Alive
Brother (Younger): Priscus Lohr — Alive
For everyone who did not see the Discord message,
The time skip post is geared towards the day after the first day, sometime after the gear compatibility test (when they hoist you into a makeshift gear, and see if you can hang or if you fall onto your face).
Posts after the skip should include how your character did on this initial test, whether they succeeded or flopped hard. I believe that the Gear statistic should also be a bit of an influence on how the results are.
So a post structure could go something like:
Paragraph 1: Results of Gear Compatibility Test (Success/Fail, how they feel, whatever else you want to include)
Paragraph 2: Present Time, Hand-to-Hand Combat Training
Paragraph --: whatever you want
Schulz to Gabriel / Gabriel to Emil, pick your pairing poison
The time skip post is geared towards the day after the first day, sometime after the gear compatibility test (when they hoist you into a makeshift gear, and see if you can hang or if you fall onto your face).
Posts after the skip should include how your character did on this initial test, whether they succeeded or flopped hard. I believe that the Gear statistic should also be a bit of an influence on how the results are.
So a post structure could go something like:
Paragraph 1: Results of Gear Compatibility Test (Success/Fail, how they feel, whatever else you want to include)
Paragraph 2: Present Time, Hand-to-Hand Combat Training
Paragraph --: whatever you want
Schulz to Gabriel / Gabriel to Emil, pick your pairing poison
Reese Kestrel
While Reese had originally intended to playfully regain Gabriel's attention, the smaller boy had grown genuinely worried as his taller counterpart was unresponsive, a frown about his features. He folded his arms against his chest, standing in front of Gabriel and turning to Tanner. Shell shock? He knew of the troubles that all of them had gone through, and continued to suffer from, though the boy had always looked to Gabriel as a beacon of confidence, a testament to the choice of enlisting, a motivation to better himself.
It had taken several moments before Gabriel recuperated from his moment of uncertainty, a look of relief washing over Reese as the taller boy shrugged at the offer of help. "Don't scare us like that, again!" he puffed a cheek, tossing a light punch into the giant's stomach. "Drink some water, and we'll--
Reese's words were muffled for a moment when Olivia passed by him, ruffling his hair. It was times like these where the boy was more than despondent about his physical attributes, putting forth a prayer that the military would bolster growth of any kind; at this point, anything was fine for him. "Hold on, Gabe."
The youth quickly trotted towards the serving area, receiving one of the last cups of water. He came back swiftly, holding the cup out to Gabriel. "Here, drink up, and if you eat, I'll wait for you!"
It had taken several moments before Gabriel recuperated from his moment of uncertainty, a look of relief washing over Reese as the taller boy shrugged at the offer of help. "Don't scare us like that, again!" he puffed a cheek, tossing a light punch into the giant's stomach. "Drink some water, and we'll--
Reese's words were muffled for a moment when Olivia passed by him, ruffling his hair. It was times like these where the boy was more than despondent about his physical attributes, putting forth a prayer that the military would bolster growth of any kind; at this point, anything was fine for him. "Hold on, Gabe."
The youth quickly trotted towards the serving area, receiving one of the last cups of water. He came back swiftly, holding the cup out to Gabriel. "Here, drink up, and if you eat, I'll wait for you!"
@QT I'll throw down a post real quick, then I'm good to go!
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