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No biggie. It was a super easy edit, I had cut the sentences perfectly to just erase a few sections and change a couple words. Took maybe 5 minutes. ^^
Oh, my mistake. I thought we were intentionally playing the bad-ass characters. I can tone him down.

Edit: Done, easy fix. I can give him use of both arms but I wanted to try and have to work around a character that was injured. I don't think that really contributes to him being stronger, quite the opposite? I suppose I'll leave that up to you.
Sure! I'm waiting for more people to post in, like I said, so there's no rush.
Yay avatars!
Sunlight.

Alex bolted upright, perhaps too fast. her head spun and she swooned again, falling back into what must've been dirt. Dirt? Wait... Her eyes fluttered open and she did not make the mistake of sitting up again. Grass. Moist, intensely green grass. Water, too. Sunlight flickered off of the softly rippling wetness that did not even crest the top of the grass. Was she drugged. Why did she feel so weird and sluggish. Her thoughts muddled and she raised an arm to her face slowly, smearing a handprint of mud across her forehead. However, the wetness was cool and welcome.

She almost drifted back off, that is, until that shrill feminine voice picked up. Her eyes drifted open, his vision swimming surely as if she were in sea on choppy water. Her hair was in her face, and she slowly pulled herself into a sitting position to look around. it was then that her memory came back and the fuzziness of the sleep or the drugs was washed away in a sudden flurry of panic. Where... the... HELL WAS THIS!?

She jumped to her feet in one fluid motion, eyes darting around frantically for some sign of recognition. How did she get here, where was she, what... just what!? She felt a tingling along her back and realized she had been laying in inch-deep water, and she was soaked. She screamed, half in frustration and half in fear, drowning out the voice she had been paying absolutely no attention to. She stomped around in the water in a fit, then seemed to suddenly come back to her senses.

"...kill someone within twenty-four hours and take a temporary antidote..." What the fuck? "Vomiting, cramps, bleeding from the eyes and nose, oh, and fingernails! Within six hours of that, you'll die!" WHAT THE FUCK!?

Alex was fanning her face frantically at this point, slowly turning in circles trying to find the source of the voice. She began to slowly wander in the direction it was coming from. What was this bitch talking about? Poison, killing people? Whoever was pulling this prank did not have a good sense of humor. it was a prank right...? Yeah it had to be, some jerk with a sick sense of humor. Probably her ex boyfriend trying to get back at her.

"Oh you dick, you fucking dick..." She mumbled, nearly hysterically, to herself and she trudged through the marsh. The voice faded back into her attention again just before it turned off.

"Look in your left and right pocket. You'll find one super-important thing!"

Alex reached into her pockets at the same time the voice chimed in about the items. The card she just gave a disgusted look at and stuffed back into her pocket. The tape recorder she stared at curiously. Maybe there was a message on here that would explain things...? She hit the play button, looking up from the recorder as it started playing, and looking across the grass to one of the very strange-looking birds....

"Oh, almost forgot! Make sure to check near you, you might find an item that will help you!"

What. The. Fuck.
Seems we have more males at the moment. I'm waiting to post until i get a good idea for where everyone is. My intro post was meant to explain Carter being in the same building that Miguel landed on but I'll probably have to go another direction with it now :p
I'll have it up by the weekend, no worries. I got overwhelmed at work last night and never got a chance to do any writing! Tonight seems slow so I should be square by the morning.

EDIT: All done! Let me know if any revisions need made.
So Jimi, is that first post an NPC or is it your character? I had assumed it was your character at first, but your second post doesn't seem to be related.
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.
"Carter." The voice was distinctly feminine, gentle. That was his name, right? Who was this woman. Where was he....

"Carter..." Called the voice again, drawing out his name a little longer this time. He reached through the foggy room, pushing his way through the haze, moving blindly towards the sound.

"CARTER!" His mind slipped, the dream shattered into sudden wakefulness as the man huddled in the broom closet raised his shield over his head instinctively, flinching beneath the protective barrier. Daylight streamed in through the small crack at the top of the door. He must've fallen asleep.... fallen asleep... ASLEEP!

His thoughts screamed at him, suddenly panicking as he realized he had fallen asleep in the gas cloud. He fumbled around in a frenzy and quickly checked the seal on his mask. Okay, it was still secure. It was still daylight so he couldn't have been asleep for long. Not to mention the fact that he was still alive. For the fifth time this week he wished that his watch had not been broken on that bent street sign... though the metal band had probably saved him from acquiring a slit wrist in that frantic escape. His eyes moved upward, hand wiping away the fog on the exterior of his mask. The door was still held shut, sealed by a toppled over bucket of brooms and mops. He lay curled into the corner, as he had been for what was now hours. The infected that were chasing him must have been drawn away by something more interesting or easy to catch. He didn't hear their mindless clawing anymore.

He raised himself up, carefully planting the transparent shield between himself and the doorway as he pushed the cleaning tools out of the way as quietly as he could. The last broom-handle fell away with a soft tap as it came to rest back in the corner. Carter lifted the make-shift club from the floor, braced his shoulder against the shield and slowly opened the door, peering through his mask and the shield as the door swung open on quiet hinges. It was silent, eerily so, and the big man crept out of the closet with the lightest steps he could manage in his heavy gear.

It was then that he heard a loud thud above him ,and the sound of something rolling across the floor. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the loud noise in such a silent atmosphere, but he managed not to make much noise himself beyond a slight hiss of breath and a shuffling step. He lanced up at the ceiling briefly, then checked up and down the hallway. It seemed clear, for now. He kept his club at the ready and moved towards the stairs. If nothing else he needed to get to the higher floors to check the filter on his mask... but he was not terribly excited about the idea of visiting whatever made that noise. Noise was a sign of something living, and living things had made a habit of trying to kill him the last several weeks.
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