((Sky's apparently the only one from Trost.))
Sky Got up off her bed and walked out of her room, she looked at her dad before realizing what time it was and started to get dressed quickly and then join her father. She hurried quickly and as her father finished quickly grabbed him and ran off. Her father then started talking, "Slow down why don't you, Its not that late."
"So, doesn't hurt to be safe. Besides, you should probably get to your work now anyways."
They then got to the square and her father leaned back to catch his breath and Sky quickly went to were it seemed that all of the new trainees were gathering and noticed someone with their backs against everyone. She looked back to wave to her father before joining everyone.
Appearance: Somewhat shorter than your typical 17 year old male - some 16 year old girls tend to be taller than him. He's dark skinned, but still has smooth hair, due to genetics on his father's side. Dark brown iris, often confused for full black when seen from a distance. Hair color is full black, length is short.
He's almost always seen wearing a black shiny jacket and dark stone gray pants. The only time he wears other clothes is during hot summers, where he's seen wearing a red long-sleeved shirt. For some reason, he vows to never be shirtless or to wear sleeveless clothes. The former has the exception on when he's showering/bathing, obviously.
Backstory: Despite what his skin color suggests, Kirill actually comes from Russia, being the offspring of his russian-by-nature father, and his mother, from south-african descent. The trio went to spend the prolonged holidays on Japan, but the Maria Wall incident ended with the demise of his father when he was 12. Ever since, Kirill began becomming grumpier and more isolated, sometimes even refusing to talk to his own mother, and generally having a hatred of Titans.
When him hitting the pinnacle of solitude being inevitable, he began to practice fighting when he was 14, often using dual butcher knifes from the kitchen on the yard without his mother's consent. Although, Kirill didn't have enough stamina to keep avoiding people his own size, let alone big beings like Titans. When he was 15, however, he recieved a bow and a quiver of arrows as a birthday gift. Immediatly, he took on the advantage that the Bow is used from long range to focus on taking on the target instead of being agile.
Personality: As stated above, Kirill tends to keep on his own. He barely will begin chatter with somebody else unless either he's having trouble, or there's something important to tell. He prefers the company of his bow - nicknamed Valera - than the company of others, but will gladly defend someone in need - especially his mother.
In addition to being antisocial, Kirill is also somewhat of an introvert -- when speaking to others, he sometimes doesn't know how to say, and overall has trouble to talk to others, but in the case of him actually befriending someone, he'll protect them to his death.
Abilities: Simply put, Kirill is more of a support person than a fighter. He's barely durable, something as simple as tripping will hurt him a lot. Thus, should he be on the frontlines, he'd likely be one of the first ones to die.
However, that weakness is made up for the fact that he's an excellent archer and defender. Should he have his bow Valera and be in a high spot facing a Titan, give him 5 seconds and that Titan will have a fine arrow in it's eye. Coupled with the fact that the arrows are often too small for Titans to see, they often end hitting(although they'll have trouble cutting through larger Titans' skins).
He's not just an expert with bows - he's good with cannons as well. Should he have time to calculate how high he'll have to aim the cannon in order for the cannonball to hit(and to reload, of course), he'll be able to knock out some Titans, or at least distract them enough for ground units to finish them off.
Flaws: With every perk comes a flaw. As stated before, Kirill is a horrible face-to-face fighter. He has few stamina, often can't give opponents the slip, and is easily defeated.
However, those are just combat-wise flaws. He also has other personality-wise flaws. For example, if he stands in an area for too long without things to do, he'll eventually begin to distract himself or leave his post and hunt for a task in order to have something to do.
He also tends to be pretty sleepy - when awoken too early, he'll barely have conscience of what he's doing, and will almost behave like a drunk person. If he's bored enough, he'll even fall asleep on the spot. If he does, good luck waking him up.
Suggestions?: I got nothing, except including the Personality, Abilities and Flaws sections in the application form.
Other: Despite the character being russian, I am actually not russian, so don't expect him to speak something in russian from time to time(except possibly Da, Nyet or Davaj, as these are the only words in russian I know).
And, since I'm not sure if you'll allow him to have his bow or not, I made him just be good with ranged weapons in general. That includes bows, cannons and guns, to name a few. From the intro of the series, I saw a cannon, so I assume you'll include those in the wall defense.
(Theodore)
I felt as I was being followed by a figure during my way past the Market. I turned my head only to see a very tiny, young woman with glistering orange hair. Her attire made it clear that she was within the ranks of noble family. Her pale white skin made her the most noticeable within the crowd. Of course, I had my fair share of runs with nobles and whatnot, and believe me -- it was horrendously horrible.
"Come to flaunt at the 'lower class' of people now are we?" I asked impatiently. "Don't you have other better things to do? Like sipping your tea and cleaning your swords?"
My words left quite the shocking remark on her pale face. Maybe she's never spoken to anyone outside of noble bounds? Regardless, I continue to the Market's Square to take a look at some provisions, a young male with silver hair and ragged robes was seen leaning towards a market stall. My instincts pointed my eyes towards his bloated coin purse, I make my way to him. After I was near enough to him, my hands lifted itself ever so gently, and reached out to his purse. Greed overwhelmed me, but I couldn't help it. Everybody needs a bit of coins ever so often, right?
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Let us swallow them up alive as the grave, and whole, as those that go down into the pit;
(Flore)
((I'll go to first person, I think it'll work better))
I receded into myself at the man's harsh words, guilt multiplying. I wanted to scream no, but held myself, and before I knew it, the man had kept going onwards, dissapearing from view. "I'm sorry," I whispered to myself, consciously getting rid of my shocked expression and noticing the way most of the people there looked at me. It was at that moment I realised how hated I was.
It would be harder to make friends than I had originally thought, I realised, as I looked once again for Theodore, wanting to make things right with him, passing by many glaring people as I looked around. some simply looked, but I could feel the gaze of those who leered down at me, I ignored them.
Application: Name: Oswald Rothschild Age: 23 District coming from: Utopia Squad Training For: Recon corps/Survey Squad/scouting legion Appearance: Oswald possesses medium length Auburn dark hair, White caucasian skin and hazel coloured eyes. He has clear lined scars along his cheeks and stands at a height of 6 foot tall, possessing a slim yet athletic build, he is always seen with the same smile on his face, and is never seen without it, before his initiation, his casual outfit consists of a set of black leggings and boots, and a purple shirt, with a scarf around his neck being the same colour. When initiated he will wear the standard recon uniform. (Here's an example of his hairstyle http://fc02.devianta..._doggerland.png (number 11, with auburn coloured hair) Backstory(Optional if you want it to be found out in the RP): (I'd rather have it being found out in the rp if that's perfectly fine with you? I assure you i'm a great rper and i hope I can make the rp entertaining.) Suggestions?: None that I need to add!
Name: Kirill Lyubimtsev Age: 17 District coming from: Karanese District Squad Training For: Stationary Guard Appearance: Somewhat shorter than your typical 17 year old male - some 16 year old girls tend to be taller than him. He's dark skinned, but still has smooth hair, due to genetics on his father's side. Dark brown iris, often confused for full black when seen from a distance. Hair color is full black, length is short. He's almost always seen wearing a black shiny jacket and dark stone gray pants. The only time he wears other clothes is during hot summers, where he's seen wearing a red long-sleeved shirt. For some reason, he vows to never be shirtless or to wear sleeveless clothes. The former has the exception on when he's showering/bathing, obviously. Backstory: Despite what his skin color suggests, Kirill actually comes from Russia, being the offspring of his russian-by-nature father, and his mother, from south-african descent. The trio went to spend the prolonged holidays on Japan, but the Maria Wall incident ended with the demise of his father when he was 12. Ever since, Kirill began becomming grumpier and more isolated, sometimes even refusing to talk to his own mother, and generally having a hatred of Titans. When him hitting the pinnacle of solitude being inevitable, he began to practice fighting when he was 14, often using dual butcher knifes from the kitchen on the yard without his mother's consent. Although, Kirill didn't have enough stamina to keep avoiding people his own size, let alone big beings like Titans. When he was 15, however, he recieved a bow and a quiver of arrows as a birthday gift. Immediatly, he took on the advantage that the Bow is used from long range to focus on taking on the target instead of being agile. Personality: As stated above, Kirill tends to keep on his own. He barely will begin chatter with somebody else unless either he's having trouble, or there's something important to tell. He prefers the company of his bow - nicknamed Valera - than the company of others, but will gladly defend someone in need - especially his mother. In addition to being antisocial, Kirill is also somewhat of an introvert -- when speaking to others, he sometimes doesn't know how to say, and overall has trouble to talk to others, but in the case of him actually befriending someone, he'll protect them to his death. Abilities: Simply put, Kirill is more of a support person than a fighter. He's barely durable, something as simple as tripping will hurt him a lot. Thus, should he be on the frontlines, he'd likely be one of the first ones to die. However, that weakness is made up for the fact that he's an excellent archer and defender. Should he have his bow Valera and be in a high spot facing a Titan, give him 5 seconds and that Titan will have a fine arrow in it's eye. Coupled with the fact that the arrows are often too small for Titans to see, they often end hitting(although they'll have trouble cutting through larger Titans' skins). He's not just an expert with bows - he's good with cannons as well. Should he have time to calculate how high he'll have to aim the cannon in order for the cannonball to hit(and to reload, of course), he'll be able to knock out some Titans, or at least distract them enough for ground units to finish them off. Flaws: With every perk comes a flaw. As stated before, Kirill is a horrible face-to-face fighter. He has few stamina, often can't give opponents the slip, and is easily defeated. However, those are just combat-wise flaws. He also has other personality-wise flaws. For example, if he stands in an area for too long without things to do, he'll eventually begin to distract himself or leave his post and hunt for a task in order to have something to do. He also tends to be pretty sleepy - when awoken too early, he'll barely have conscience of what he's doing, and will almost behave like a drunk person. If he's bored enough, he'll even fall asleep on the spot. If he does, good luck waking him up. Suggestions?: I got nothing, except including the Personality, Abilities and Flaws sections in the application form. Other: Despite the character being russian, I am actually not russian, so don't expect him to speak something in russian from time to time(except possibly Da, Nyet or Davaj, as these are the only words in russian I know).
((Both Accepted. And, yes, Opel, you can be good with ranged weapons , but I prefer you don't start with a bow.))
((I know this is kind of lazy and all, but I am gonna use my same intro and app from the first RP))
Name: Alden Trent Age:15 Personality: Often keeps to himself, but when he doesn't he hates being ignored. He likes to be on his own most of the time, but friends never hurt. Abilities: Alden is very acrobatic and swift on his fight, but when it comes to his strength he is at a downfall because he is very weak. District coming from: Shiganshina District Squad Training For: Scouting Legion Appearance:About 5'9" with black hair and I wear glasses. I pretty much always wear my uniform even when I'm off duty. I don't look like the picture, That's just the uniform. Backstory: To be RP'd
Alden: I open my eyes groggily as I awake from my deep sleep. Today is the start of training and I know it will be hard to make it. I get up out of my makeshift bed and walk outside as the blazing sun blinds me temporarily. I go back inside and change into the uniform that was provided when turning in my application. I then walk swiftly to the meeting point for all trainees. I can see that I am just one among the many, and I know I cannot slack off even though that is what I usually do. I know I must fight for my spot in the scouting legion, and I will not let these murderers - no, these monsters live among us. I know that my family survived the attack, but shortly after the attack it was the people that let my family die. This so called military that claims they protect the people, yet they attacked my family as they tried to escape. They left them in the Shiganshina District. They made me an orphan. This obviously cannot be forgiven. I am not becoming a soldier to destroy the Titans, I am becoming one to kill the man that forced my family to stay as they tried to escape. The leader of the Scouting Legion.
(Flore)
Noticing the commotion, I go over to see the very person I had been chasing lying on the ground with a silver haired person looking over him with a glazed-over look. I stood silent, looking at the two as the crowd formed into a circle around them. I looked and sweat-dropped as I realised what had happened. "This won't end well..." I mumbled to myself. I shook my head in realisation and took out my wallet.
"Wait, here, just don't start a fight, please?" I whisper, handing some coins over to the silver haired man, looking up at him embarrassedly.
Sky looked back at were that one man was and noticed the many people looking at what happened. She looked at her father who was now running to them and she decided to go there as well. When they both got there Sky was the first to respond, "W-Whats going on?" She then looked at everyone present.
((Both Accepted. And, yes, Opel, you can be good with ranged weapons , but I prefer you don't start with a bow.))
((Aww. Well, the obstacle is that I planned him to pretty much take his bow anywhere he goes. I'll instead have him have the bow, but will be prohibited from using it in duty/training unless he shows his experience with other ranged weapons, such as the cannon.))
Kirill stood in the yard, static. At his front, lied a circular piece of wood, repainted to be a target. It was attached to a tree's branch by a chain, and swinged non-stop. To his left, lied his preferred bow on top of a small table. Picking his weapon, he pulled an arrow from his quiver, and readied his shot.
Mentally, he calculated the speed that the target swang, and the speed of his arrow. Waiting until the target was in the right position, he let go of the arrow, flying fowards at incredibly fast speeds until it hit the target.
Just 1.5cm away from the middle.
'Not bad, definitely open for some improvements,' he thought. Picking the arrow from the target - now standing still - he saw his mother standing by the open door of the house.
"Nice shooting," she said.
"Oh, mom, I missed the middle for 1.5cm. Don't compliment me until I can master this, it'll make me think it'll do," he replied.
"Well, it'll have to do, because your training is starting soon."
"I'll be on my way, then. See you until training has finished." With that, Kirill picked his bow and set off for training.
As he walked though the district, he began to ponder the fact that, despite the fact he knows japanese, he rarely ever spoke to other people in the district. At the time, he blamed it on the fact that nobody talked to him, but later on he began to consider the idea of actually talking to others. Of course, he's still disapproving of the idea. It also made him remember how, back when he was 11, he feared that the others would think he was a chocolate man due to his skin color. It made him chuckle.
But there was a thing he didn't quite like about walking in the streets. His... 'different' skin color often made him stand out in a crowd, thus it was something normal to experience in his point of view. He didn't knew if the stares he got were from curiosity or disapproval, but regardless, they bothered him. It often led him to avoid being near crowds, and to wonder how his mom managed to befriend the others, with her skin color being even somewhat darker than his.
He quickly shrugged off the thought train as he saw a group of people in a circle, with someone pinning someone else to the floor in the middle. He rolled his eyes as he slowly approached the center of commotion, while still retaining a safe distance. For some reason, his emotionless face slowly turned into a smirk due to the hilarity from the scene, but he quickly morphed back into his expressionless face, wondering what next would happen.
gulps as she keeps holding out the money, time standing still as she becomes aware of how awkward she must seem in her impulsive need to solve the situation without violence. 'I must seem utterly foolish...' she thinks, her serious, unchanging face and apologetic expression growing a little sweaty from the tension she could feel coming from the two.
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
Kirill's attention shifted from the arguing duo to the pale girl trying to mediate the argument. He couldn't help but think how painful and outright embarassing it would feel to be in her position. His emotionless face slightly turned into a somewhat concerned expression.
(Flore)
I twitch slightly, and internally: 'What so is everyone going to run away from me today or something?!' then I sigh, my head drooping as I stand still, taking my money back into my wallet, and looking down at Theodore without any hint of negative thought, beyond sympathy. "Would I have done differently, if I had been born in your shoes?... I think I would have done exactly the same... and to answer your question from before - no, I'm not here to gloat. I... I'm sorry," I say under my breath, and walk away. I notice the ones staring at me and look down, trying to ignore my awareness of the crowd. I close my eyes and hurry my walk, bumping into a dark-skinned person by accident. "s-sorry!" I yelp in surprise, looking up at him and blushing in intense embarrassment.
'Stop being a klutz, Flore!' I shout inside my mind.
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
(Theodore)
I got myself up on my feet. The ragged clothed ******* had already escaped my sights. Tearing through the crowd, I attempt to find him, but nevertheless; all attempts were futile. Rage overwhelmed my common sense of thinking, and I clenched my teeth, ready my fists and launched a barrage of fists over the person in front of me. The person in front of me; a dark skinned man, was launched backwards from the force of my fists hitting his stomach. The crowd of people behind cushioned his impact and saved him from more severe injuries.
As I look to my right, the orange haired girl from before stood next to me, but before I could react to anything, my head was hit from behind by a metal shovel.
"Andskotans brjálaður fólk alls staðar!" I scream frustratedly in Icelandic, my first language. Then gape as the man is hit in the back of the head.
I head over to the dark skinned man and crouch near him, "you okay?" I ask worriedly.
((awsmguy1, as much as your description of me does make for a good story, I'd prefer if you didn't involve my reaction as part of your posts, as I do actually have a personality I'm aiming for. Flore is not one to get frightened by violence easily, but she does dislike it when it's between humans quite a bit.))
Sky ended looking at her father confused, who looked back at her with the same look. Sky then sighed and ran to were the fighting moved to and looked at everyone. She was now getting mad at these events and decided to head to were the dark skinned fellow and orange haired girl was and held out her hand in a gesture of wanting to help and smiled, saying, "need any help?" She then glanced at the other girl and continued to smile in a friendly manner.
(Flore)
As I try to help the dark skinned man, I look up at something in the corner of my eye, up in a tree. I see the silver haired man eating a piece of bread, but turn my head back to the man next to me before I think he'll notice, frowning slightly. "That punch was much stronger than anything that should be normal..." I mumble to myself, "this could be very bad... I just hope he's only winded..." I swear under my breath, and decide to sit next to the man until he recovers, anxiously hoping no internal injuries were sustained.
"Need any help?" I hear someone say and turn to a purple eyed black and blue haired girl, smiling at me.
"Finally someone with some hint of sanity around here," I mumble under my breath, "y-yes, any help would be great right now, he was punched in the stomach, really hard. That can have some serious internal issues but, I'm not a doctor, and I don't know anyone nearby who could help with that..." I say, awkward and anxious, "s-sorry! My name s Flore Noctis," I say, putting my hand forward then quickly bringing it back, awkwardly, then retracting it and smiling awkwardly, panicked.
((I'll change to first person writing, in case you don't mind.))
I groan as I slightly open my eyes.
"Stupid trigger-happy angry little bugger... should take a spiked arrow to his forehead," I mumble in russian. Afterwards, I notice the girl sitting beside me. "Oh. Didn't notice you there," I reply in her language, as I rub my stomach.
I gasp slightly, ignoring Sky for the moment, "A-are you okay? that was some punch," I say, reaching out with my hand, "Don't eat for the next couple of hours, you need to let it heal for a bit, o-okay?"
((I'll be at a party tomorrow and the day after, but I'll try to make time to reply to things, sorry)
Sky Got up off her bed and walked out of her room, she looked at her dad before realizing what time it was and started to get dressed quickly and then join her father. She hurried quickly and as her father finished quickly grabbed him and ran off. Her father then started talking, "Slow down why don't you, Its not that late."
"So, doesn't hurt to be safe. Besides, you should probably get to your work now anyways."
They then got to the square and her father leaned back to catch his breath and Sky quickly went to were it seemed that all of the new trainees were gathering and noticed someone with their backs against everyone. She looked back to wave to her father before joining everyone.
Age: 17
District coming from: Karanese District
Squad Training For: Stationary Guard
Appearance: Somewhat shorter than your typical 17 year old male - some 16 year old girls tend to be taller than him. He's dark skinned, but still has smooth hair, due to genetics on his father's side. Dark brown iris, often confused for full black when seen from a distance. Hair color is full black, length is short.
He's almost always seen wearing a black shiny jacket and dark stone gray pants. The only time he wears other clothes is during hot summers, where he's seen wearing a red long-sleeved shirt. For some reason, he vows to never be shirtless or to wear sleeveless clothes. The former has the exception on when he's showering/bathing, obviously.
Backstory: Despite what his skin color suggests, Kirill actually comes from Russia, being the offspring of his russian-by-nature father, and his mother, from south-african descent. The trio went to spend the prolonged holidays on Japan, but the Maria Wall incident ended with the demise of his father when he was 12. Ever since, Kirill began becomming grumpier and more isolated, sometimes even refusing to talk to his own mother, and generally having a hatred of Titans.
When him hitting the pinnacle of solitude being inevitable, he began to practice fighting when he was 14, often using dual butcher knifes from the kitchen on the yard without his mother's consent. Although, Kirill didn't have enough stamina to keep avoiding people his own size, let alone big beings like Titans. When he was 15, however, he recieved a bow and a quiver of arrows as a birthday gift. Immediatly, he took on the advantage that the Bow is used from long range to focus on taking on the target instead of being agile.
Personality: As stated above, Kirill tends to keep on his own. He barely will begin chatter with somebody else unless either he's having trouble, or there's something important to tell. He prefers the company of his bow - nicknamed Valera - than the company of others, but will gladly defend someone in need - especially his mother.
In addition to being antisocial, Kirill is also somewhat of an introvert -- when speaking to others, he sometimes doesn't know how to say, and overall has trouble to talk to others, but in the case of him actually befriending someone, he'll protect them to his death.
Abilities: Simply put, Kirill is more of a support person than a fighter. He's barely durable, something as simple as tripping will hurt him a lot. Thus, should he be on the frontlines, he'd likely be one of the first ones to die.
However, that weakness is made up for the fact that he's an excellent archer and defender. Should he have his bow Valera and be in a high spot facing a Titan, give him 5 seconds and that Titan will have a fine arrow in it's eye. Coupled with the fact that the arrows are often too small for Titans to see, they often end hitting(although they'll have trouble cutting through larger Titans' skins).
He's not just an expert with bows - he's good with cannons as well. Should he have time to calculate how high he'll have to aim the cannon in order for the cannonball to hit(and to reload, of course), he'll be able to knock out some Titans, or at least distract them enough for ground units to finish them off.
Flaws: With every perk comes a flaw. As stated before, Kirill is a horrible face-to-face fighter. He has few stamina, often can't give opponents the slip, and is easily defeated.
However, those are just combat-wise flaws. He also has other personality-wise flaws. For example, if he stands in an area for too long without things to do, he'll eventually begin to distract himself or leave his post and hunt for a task in order to have something to do.
He also tends to be pretty sleepy - when awoken too early, he'll barely have conscience of what he's doing, and will almost behave like a drunk person. If he's bored enough, he'll even fall asleep on the spot. If he does, good luck waking him up.
Suggestions?: I got nothing, except including the Personality, Abilities and Flaws sections in the application form.
Other: Despite the character being russian, I am actually not russian, so don't expect him to speak something in russian from time to time(except possibly Da, Nyet or Davaj, as these are the only words in russian I know).
And, since I'm not sure if you'll allow him to have his bow or not, I made him just be good with ranged weapons in general. That includes bows, cannons and guns, to name a few. From the intro of the series, I saw a cannon, so I assume you'll include those in the wall defense.
I felt as I was being followed by a figure during my way past the Market. I turned my head only to see a very tiny, young woman with glistering orange hair. Her attire made it clear that she was within the ranks of noble family. Her pale white skin made her the most noticeable within the crowd. Of course, I had my fair share of runs with nobles and whatnot, and believe me -- it was horrendously horrible.
"Come to flaunt at the 'lower class' of people now are we?" I asked impatiently. "Don't you have other better things to do? Like sipping your tea and cleaning your swords?"
My words left quite the shocking remark on her pale face. Maybe she's never spoken to anyone outside of noble bounds? Regardless, I continue to the Market's Square to take a look at some provisions, a young male with silver hair and ragged robes was seen leaning towards a market stall. My instincts pointed my eyes towards his bloated coin purse, I make my way to him. After I was near enough to him, my hands lifted itself ever so gently, and reached out to his purse. Greed overwhelmed me, but I couldn't help it. Everybody needs a bit of coins ever so often, right?
((I'll go to first person, I think it'll work better))
I receded into myself at the man's harsh words, guilt multiplying. I wanted to scream no, but held myself, and before I knew it, the man had kept going onwards, dissapearing from view. "I'm sorry," I whispered to myself, consciously getting rid of my shocked expression and noticing the way most of the people there looked at me. It was at that moment I realised how hated I was.
It would be harder to make friends than I had originally thought, I realised, as I looked once again for Theodore, wanting to make things right with him, passing by many glaring people as I looked around. some simply looked, but I could feel the gaze of those who leered down at me, I ignored them.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
((Both Accepted. And, yes, Opel, you can be good with ranged weapons , but I prefer you don't start with a bow.))
((I know this is kind of lazy and all, but I am gonna use my same intro and app from the first RP))
Name: Alden Trent
Age:15
Personality: Often keeps to himself, but when he doesn't he hates being ignored. He likes to be on his own most of the time, but friends never hurt.
Abilities: Alden is very acrobatic and swift on his fight, but when it comes to his strength he is at a downfall because he is very weak.
District coming from: Shiganshina District
Squad Training For: Scouting Legion
Appearance:About 5'9" with black hair and I wear glasses. I pretty much always wear my uniform even when I'm off duty. I don't look like the picture, That's just the uniform.
Backstory: To be RP'd
Alden:
I open my eyes groggily as I awake from my deep sleep. Today is the start of training and I know it will be hard to make it. I get up out of my makeshift bed and walk outside as the blazing sun blinds me temporarily. I go back inside and change into the uniform that was provided when turning in my application. I then walk swiftly to the meeting point for all trainees. I can see that I am just one among the many, and I know I cannot slack off even though that is what I usually do. I know I must fight for my spot in the scouting legion, and I will not let these murderers - no, these monsters live among us. I know that my family survived the attack, but shortly after the attack it was the people that let my family die. This so called military that claims they protect the people, yet they attacked my family as they tried to escape. They left them in the Shiganshina District. They made me an orphan. This obviously cannot be forgiven. I am not becoming a soldier to destroy the Titans, I am becoming one to kill the man that forced my family to stay as they tried to escape. The leader of the Scouting Legion.
Noticing the commotion, I go over to see the very person I had been chasing lying on the ground with a silver haired person looking over him with a glazed-over look. I stood silent, looking at the two as the crowd formed into a circle around them. I looked and sweat-dropped as I realised what had happened. "This won't end well..." I mumbled to myself. I shook my head in realisation and took out my wallet.
"Wait, here, just don't start a fight, please?" I whisper, handing some coins over to the silver haired man, looking up at him embarrassedly.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
((Aww. Well, the obstacle is that I planned him to pretty much take his bow anywhere he goes. I'll instead have him have the bow, but will be prohibited from using it in duty/training unless he shows his experience with other ranged weapons, such as the cannon.))
Kirill stood in the yard, static. At his front, lied a circular piece of wood, repainted to be a target. It was attached to a tree's branch by a chain, and swinged non-stop. To his left, lied his preferred bow on top of a small table. Picking his weapon, he pulled an arrow from his quiver, and readied his shot.
Mentally, he calculated the speed that the target swang, and the speed of his arrow. Waiting until the target was in the right position, he let go of the arrow, flying fowards at incredibly fast speeds until it hit the target.
Just 1.5cm away from the middle.
'Not bad, definitely open for some improvements,' he thought. Picking the arrow from the target - now standing still - he saw his mother standing by the open door of the house.
"Nice shooting," she said.
"Oh, mom, I missed the middle for 1.5cm. Don't compliment me until I can master this, it'll make me think it'll do," he replied.
"Well, it'll have to do, because your training is starting soon."
"I'll be on my way, then. See you until training has finished." With that, Kirill picked his bow and set off for training.
As he walked though the district, he began to ponder the fact that, despite the fact he knows japanese, he rarely ever spoke to other people in the district. At the time, he blamed it on the fact that nobody talked to him, but later on he began to consider the idea of actually talking to others. Of course, he's still disapproving of the idea. It also made him remember how, back when he was 11, he feared that the others would think he was a chocolate man due to his skin color. It made him chuckle.
But there was a thing he didn't quite like about walking in the streets. His... 'different' skin color often made him stand out in a crowd, thus it was something normal to experience in his point of view. He didn't knew if the stares he got were from curiosity or disapproval, but regardless, they bothered him. It often led him to avoid being near crowds, and to wonder how his mom managed to befriend the others, with her skin color being even somewhat darker than his.
He quickly shrugged off the thought train as he saw a group of people in a circle, with someone pinning someone else to the floor in the middle. He rolled his eyes as he slowly approached the center of commotion, while still retaining a safe distance. For some reason, his emotionless face slowly turned into a smirk due to the hilarity from the scene, but he quickly morphed back into his expressionless face, wondering what next would happen.
'I must seem utterly foolish...' she thinks, her serious, unchanging face and apologetic expression growing a little sweaty from the tension she could feel coming from the two.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
I twitch slightly, and internally: 'What so is everyone going to run away from me today or something?!' then I sigh, my head drooping as I stand still, taking my money back into my wallet, and looking down at Theodore without any hint of negative thought, beyond sympathy. "Would I have done differently, if I had been born in your shoes?... I think I would have done exactly the same... and to answer your question from before - no, I'm not here to gloat. I... I'm sorry," I say under my breath, and walk away. I notice the ones staring at me and look down, trying to ignore my awareness of the crowd. I close my eyes and hurry my walk, bumping into a dark-skinned person by accident. "s-sorry!" I yelp in surprise, looking up at him and blushing in intense embarrassment.
'Stop being a klutz, Flore!' I shout inside my mind.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
I got myself up on my feet. The ragged clothed ******* had already escaped my sights. Tearing through the crowd, I attempt to find him, but nevertheless; all attempts were futile. Rage overwhelmed my common sense of thinking, and I clenched my teeth, ready my fists and launched a barrage of fists over the person in front of me. The person in front of me; a dark skinned man, was launched backwards from the force of my fists hitting his stomach. The crowd of people behind cushioned his impact and saved him from more severe injuries.
As I look to my right, the orange haired girl from before stood next to me, but before I could react to anything, my head was hit from behind by a metal shovel.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
I head over to the dark skinned man and crouch near him, "you okay?" I ask worriedly.
((awsmguy1, as much as your description of me does make for a good story, I'd prefer if you didn't involve my reaction as part of your posts, as I do actually have a personality I'm aiming for. Flore is not one to get frightened by violence easily, but she does dislike it when it's between humans quite a bit.))
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
As I try to help the dark skinned man, I look up at something in the corner of my eye, up in a tree. I see the silver haired man eating a piece of bread, but turn my head back to the man next to me before I think he'll notice, frowning slightly. "That punch was much stronger than anything that should be normal..." I mumble to myself, "this could be very bad... I just hope he's only winded..." I swear under my breath, and decide to sit next to the man until he recovers, anxiously hoping no internal injuries were sustained.
"Need any help?" I hear someone say and turn to a purple eyed black and blue haired girl, smiling at me.
"Finally someone with some hint of sanity around here," I mumble under my breath, "y-yes, any help would be great right now, he was punched in the stomach, really hard. That can have some serious internal issues but, I'm not a doctor, and I don't know anyone nearby who could help with that..." I say, awkward and anxious, "s-sorry! My name s Flore Noctis," I say, putting my hand forward then quickly bringing it back, awkwardly, then retracting it and smiling awkwardly, panicked.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
I groan as I slightly open my eyes.
"Stupid trigger-happy angry little bugger... should take a spiked arrow to his forehead," I mumble in russian. Afterwards, I notice the girl sitting beside me. "Oh. Didn't notice you there," I reply in her language, as I rub my stomach.
((I'll be at a party tomorrow and the day after, but I'll try to make time to reply to things, sorry)
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
"I'm okay, but it hurts a lot," I quietly say. "I'm worried that this pain will give me difficulties to aim with Valera, though," I add.