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What am I even looking for? Quick summary for those that just hover over threads - Attack on Titan, Star Wars The Old Republic, Original Fantasy stuff
idk man Fandoms:
Attack on Titan - both canons and original characters are adored! Here's MC (art by amazing Vic)-
Star Wars The Old Republic - !!warning!! My knowledge of lore stems from playing the game,reading DK chat and checking out a few Wookiepedia pages. But hey, we still can have some dumb totally serious fun. Yup. About as serious as Baras posting. Imagine a crossover between Star Wars and Red Dwarf; anything with that sort of vibe is more than fine with me.
Please include in the first message which character caught your interest.
Let's pretend we're being Original:
You want some fantasy? Here's fantasy! -
MC is a magic user that's barely keeping her head above water. Recently had an accident that took both of her parents and left her with a damaged leg. Since she was their only child, MC inherited all. In this case, all means a title that holds no weight, a rather shabby manor, no servants nor slaves, and a crushing debt. On top of that, her magic decided that now is the best time to get ornery, leaving her unable to both heal herself and work.
What am I even looking for? Quick summary for those that just hover over threads - Attack on Titan, Star Wars The Old Republic, Original Fantasy stuff
Attack on Titan - both canons and original characters are adored! Here's MC (art by amazing Vic)-
Anya Koziol is a graduate of the 95th Training Corps and a current member of Military Police.
Biological information
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 190cm
Birthday: 28th December 826
Age: 24 (as of year 850)
Birthplace: Wall Rose - Trost district
Professional Information
Occupation: Soldier
Rank: Senior lieutenant
Affiliation: Military Police
Former Affiliation: The first interior squad
Appearance
Anya is a rather tall, slender woman. She is in good physical condition, able to relentlessly pursue her target both on foot and with help of maneuvering gear.
She usually pulls her red hair into two short pigtails, rarely opts to tie it up into a bun.
Her sizable, expressive brown eyes remind of a cow - warm and way too trusting. Right below them, freckles stain her skin. A heavy line of them runs through her nose, starting and ending on her cheeks.
Labeling her youthful appearance as naive, perhaps even dim-witted, would be quite offensive. And accurate.
When not on duty, she wears a simple long-sleeved white blouse, a dark sleeveless vest with one row of buttons, and a skirt that reaches all the way down to her boots. The most eye-catching part of her civilian clothes is wrapped around her waist; an off-white sash, embroidered with colorful flowers and birds.
Whether she's in uniform or civilian wear, there are always two knives hidden away on her person.
The only piece of jewelry that she owns and always wears is a thin rope chain with three oval medallions hanging on it. Each medallion has an engraving of relief of one of the goddesses. It's still with her even after her faith crumbled into pieces.
Due to her choice of clothing, hardly anyone is aware of the scars on her body, and she is in no rush to show them off. Most are faded, some still stand out and remind her of the days when she was caught off guard. The majority of them are on her forearms, mainly on her right one, followed by her calves and then her back as the least scarred places.
Oddly enough, for someone who's part of Military Police, she has constant marks of harnesses from active use of 3dmg.
Personality
Voice sample [files.catbox.moe]
Anya could be best described as an overexcited dog - she wants to see everything and be everywhere. Her boundless energy mostly ends up poured into dealing with whatever task awaits her or scouring through streets, ready to bounce into action if the need arises. It matters little to her who calls for help, more than willing to come to anyone's aid right away.
She's happy to strike a talk with a total stranger, whether they be high born or someone from the filthiest gutters. It matters little to her that she may know them only for a few minutes, she will try to get a conversation started. Any potential troubles that are brought up will be met with advice whether it's wanted or not; after all, problems are here to be solved.
While she's fine with joking around even about the less glamorous parts of the regiment she's in, it never goes further than minor teasing, as she's a firm believer of not shitting into her own nest. No matter how she side-eyes those who blatantly abuse the system, her disgust stays hidden away. She could use her voice and raise it to be heard; she's already going against the grain and making her life difficult. But instead of taking the much-needed stand against corruption and dragging attention to herself, Anya stays silent.
Once in combat, or when she's fulfilling her duty, Anya acts without hesitation. Be it by cutting her opponent's throat or poisoning them, she will attempt to escort her victims from this world as quickly as possible. She turns especially ruthless when an enemy tries to flee from the fight they initiated, tracking them like a bloodhound until they end up with her boot on their neck.
When it comes to petty crimes, she tries to avoid violence, finding it pointless to terrify some poor sob that steals just to survive. Unfortunately, a mere attempt to harm her will force her instincts to kick in. Sometimes, she can stop herself. Whether that's useful depends on the fact whether her counterattack wasn't deadly.
Upon facing a titan, Anya would rather be anywhere else other than in this battle. She fights with fear in her heart, terrified of the beasts that she never had to face before. Bur since the terror is shared with the majority of people, she sucks it up and forces herself into danger. Just because she's scared of being torn apart, it doesn't mean that others can take her place instead.
After the coup d'état, Anya becomes more withdrawn. Her energetic behavior considerably mellows out and she finally no longer forces her nose into everyone's business.
After few conversations, another change is obvious - she never has her own complaints and only speaks up when unsatisfying conditions affect either others or her performance. She begins to leave out her own troubles, even actively rejects any possible attempts to force her to open up about the topic.
Reasons for concern:
- knows quite a bit about poisons and what plants they're made out of. There are more than a few bottles hidden away among her belongings, marked by symbols that have meaning only to her. She's the only one who knows which will cause death and which ones will make the recipient only crave death.
- has close to instant reaction time, able to hit the ground running.
- she is a ruthless killer, willing to do the dirty work if others have hesitations; if it has to be done, then it needs to be done. At least until the attack on Trost happened.
Weak points to exploit:
- is actually quite superstitious. While bad omens won't send her running, they will certainly make her feel deeply unsettled. She has various little rituals to calm herself down, ranging from spitting over her shoulder to asking someone to punch her in the shoulder.
- she doesn't drink nor smoke. Getting her drunk wouldn't pose the slightest trouble, as she's an absolute lightweight.
Her total abstinence ended after the truth about the outside world got dragged out of the basement. It's still rare to see her drinking. But once she starts, she will end up absolutely demolished.
- gambling found her during her time in Underground and never left her side
- while she may appear content with her social life, Anya is actually quite lonely, unable to freely talk about what's on her mind. She craves a confidant but is too afraid to let anyone get close to her.
- after the coup, her willingness to commit murder grew dull to an unreasonable degree. She'll try to solve any conflict peacefully until the very last moment, resorting to violence only once it's absolutely necessary.
Beliefs:
Used to pray to the three goddesses [files.catbox.moe]
Backstory
TL;DR version
At first glance, Anya appears to be a rare breed of MP that actually tries to be useful to the people instead of screwing them over.
In reality, she's a part of The first interior squad. The helpfulness, while partially honest, is used mainly to hide the fact that she's snooping around for dissenting elements.
Over time, her fanaticism and loyalty toward government withers, leaving her free to pursue nobler goals, all while living in constant fear of having her past sins brought to light.
Childhood
There are only three words that can describe the start of Anya's life - privileged military brat. She never knew any strife, never experienced the fear of looming starvation. The only thing which caused her sorrow was when her parents had duties that needed to be done, and even then she quickly got over it, as she was left in the care of her grandparents. All in all, it was a perfect environment for her to grow up as a spoiled little brat. Unfortunately for her, her parents didn't have any plans to unleash a hellion on this world. Under their guidance, Anya quickly began to shape up as a kind-hearted person. Maybe not half as intelligent as her mother nor father, but generous enough to share even a piece of candy with a total stranger. As she grew older, expectations were placed on her shoulders. Not that she really noticed. As long as she had company, she breezed through chores and errands while constantly chattering, even picked up yet another one if it meant that she'll get to talk with her companion more; nothing was too unpleasant as long as her mouth kept running.
During her free time, Anya could only be found outside. It didn't matter whether it was in a district or countryside, Anya was always on the go, running and climbing whatever held up her weight. It's a small miracle that she didn't end up with a broken neck.
She also tried to put into practice what she learned, standing up for those which were picked on. Even though she was only taught to do so verbally, Anya quickly figured out that sometimes, words weren't enough and needed to be followed by pummeling. The results were usually tears on both sides, sometimes from losing, other times from scolding. But she never turned her back on a friend in need, no matter what outcome may await her. To keep doing so, she began to bend the rules which were laid out before her. After all, she never started a fight, only ended it.
Even before she was old enough to enter training, Anya knew exactly which regiment she will join. No matter how she idolized her grandfather, a scout which got forced out of service by an almost fatal injury, it won't be Survey Corps. She adored her parents, a couple that consists of a brilliant engineer and equally capable medic, but neither Garrison will be her calling. No, she will follow in the steps of her grandmother and aunt - Military Police. The serving the king part played a little role to her, as she desired nothing more than to bring order and justice wherever it may be needed. No one had the heart to outright discourage the young girl from such a foolish dream; after all, there was a good chance that it's just a phase and she'll change her mind. Not to mention that she needs to pass the ODM gear aptitude evaluation first.
Training
Much to the surprise of absolutely no one, Anya did pass and thus started her journey.
While she did have enough spare energy to kill a horse, her performance fluctuated wildly depending on the day's scheduled training exercises. As long as her feet were on the ground, she had no problems with keeping up with the rest of the group, easily besting treks and giving her sparring partners a run for their money until the very end when she lost. However, the moment she donned on 3dmg, she became the laughingstock and gave yet another reason behind the nickname "titan girl". With the grace of an abnormal fixated on its target, Anya flailed through the air, narrowly avoiding trees no matter their size. The final moment of utter humiliation came with the day when an instructor had to climb up and physically untangle her from a branch. Utterly pissed off at her own incompetence and the inconvenience she caused for others, Anya devoted every possible moment to learn how to handle her gear. She didn't relent even for a moment during those weeks, no matter how badly her entire body felt like breaking apart, not until she had the basics down and was no longer an aerial threat to her classmates.
Then she was just a threat to herself, due to her tendency to try and break up any physical fights which occurred in her presence. Naturally, she got knocked on her ass more than a few times as a result of her meddling, but it was worth it as long as she managed to force everyone involved to separate and cool down. Her reasoning being that as part of the same group, the very least they can do is pull in the same direction. While some viewed her as an annoyance, she still had a group of friends, one which she adored being with whenever she had free time from both training and studying. When they were hanging out, she was always the first one to point out when an idea for potential fun goes against regulations before sharing loopholes with the same breath for how to achieve it. She was always careful to not leave behind any evidence of disobedience, no matter how minor it may be.
The three years passed like a dream. Albeit there were challenging times as well, Anya could only label them as fun. She graduated among the top ten, more precisely as the tenth. Not that it mattered to Anya, so proud of her hard-earned achievement.
Years of service
After graduating, she ended up in Trost's branch of Military Police. Full of ideals and hope, she threw herself at her new duties, tearing through even the most mundane and boring ones with enthusiasm. She fully intended to be the change this regiment needs, even if it will take her twenty years to see any results from her effort. Then, after half of the year, her life took a turn - she was to be transferred into Mitras.
Not even Anya herself was naive enough to believe that she did anything to deserve such a privileged position. Something happened behind the scenes, a choice that was made about her without her knowledge. The one she suspected the most was her own family; while now she was aware that her nana was quite a big deal in her youth and could even retire early thanks to not really clean means, she didn't know that the old lady still held any major strings to pull. She had little doubt that her aunt played a part in this as well, not even mentioning her parents. She was mortified at this dishonest move but couldn't do anything. It was done and she had to obey, just let herself get catapulted straight into capital.
On her way there, she swore to exceed any and all expectations that are placed on her. What she lacks in experience, she will make it up with her performance. She will bring justice and glory into the most corrupt regiment right in the heart of all three Walls.
As it only could be expected, her start in a new place was rather rough, even under the guidance of a soul seemingly kind enough to take her under their wings. Her first months were spent on the surface, handling tasks that needed to be done but were mind-numbingly simple. Even when they began to grow more difficult, she quickly learned that the bar of expectations was ridiculously low for her. Which is why she kept pushing at it. Day by day, she tried to be more effective, faster, diligently working her fingers to the bone, until she was finally allowed to move past her place as designated idiot.
While that may sound like a good thing, it also meant that next her steps lead into Underground, which turned into yet another form of training grounds for her. Despite her best effort, she experienced close encounters with death more times than she would like to admit. It certainly was a learning experience, one that left her with the habit of constantly carrying a thin combat knife on her belt, along with a backup one. It was also where she learned how to pick locks; it was more out of necessity and rather frustrating, but she kept practicing nonetheless. Slowly but surely, she adapted to her surroundings until they were part of her.
Each year that passed further honed her skills while it dulled her spirit at the same time. Long gone were the dreams of reforming the entire regiment into an admirable state; one person alone can't pull it out of the filth of moral decay. She can't even hope to poke her nose into politics that ran high above her, that was just a wild fever dream.
However, she didn't give up entirely, finding a cause worth fighting for. A goal so noble that she planned to devote her life to it.
Trouble in Trost
Her goal and the news of the titan attack should by all logic ensure that she will never step a foot out of total safety. But only a month after the tragedy, Anya returned back home. She popped up with no warning, but with an explanation that bordered on foolish - she wanted to help out in any way now when Trost is the next district to attract the most titan activity.
Right the next day, Anya could be seen in the standard MP uniform, going on her day like all those years ago. She was seen more working than slacking off, hardly passing duties onto others. Not that it's weird for her, but after years of service she shouldn't be acting like a new addition to the regiment. Her sudden return and too dutiful behavior gave wings to gossip, the most popular being that she caused a massive fuckup and had to leave the capital in disgrace.
While Anya didn't exactly lie about her motivations, neither did she tell the whole truth.
In each district, a member of Interior Police posed as a regular member of Military Police Brigade, keeping a watchful eye for any forms of dissent.
Due to the recent major influx of refugees, the puppet captain of Trost district requested an assistant. Someone competent enough to keep up an unassuming presence, someone who will eventually deal with persons of interest on their own. He received Anya, which could almost be viewed as a mockery if it weren't for the fact that she showed some promise. There were also other factors at play, but she's blissfully oblivious to them.
No matter the talk, Anya pulled her weight, especially when it involved crime. Once she sank her teeth into a case, she didn't let go until it was either solved or came to an utter dead end. With this perseverance, she managed to even find some missing person's bodies, bringing closure to the worried family or laying them to rest if there was no one to take care of them. For two victims, she knew exactly where to look. Just like how she knew why certain fatal accidents happened. But there's no price too high to pay for the order and peace within Walls.
To put it simply, she could clearly see the path she's walking on. In her heart, there is no hesitation in what her duties are.
At least there wasn't until another tragedy struck. Even though it went against everything that was beaten into her head, Anya still rushed to grab a spare gear from the MP headquarters once a breach was confirmed. She was aware that the Garrison had plans to handle such a situation, she engraved them into her memory, and knew that it also involved the training corps. The idea of remaining idle while those kids face their worst nightmare forced her to abandon common sense and made her rush towards the part of the middle guard that was closest to her. By the time of her arrival, there were only a few souls left alive, and even less of them when the bell to retreat rang. Did her presence make any difference? She didn't know the answer to that question. Or perhaps she did, just didn't want to admit it.
She began to question her cause, the deadly ignorance she's all but promoting. Just what else is out there? Perhaps if the government didn't insist on stomping out the dissenting theories, someone would hold an answer to this damned question. But would it be worth it? What if one of those dissenters would entrap the common folk, fill their heads with silly tales until they rebel against the peace? Is there even a right choice to make?
After the battle, doubts began to pop up in Anya. They keep stubbornly returning no matter how hard she tries to ignore them, tainting every step she takes. She was working for years so sure about her place in this world, and now one encounter face to face with titans and the appearance of an unexpected savior of humanity made her question her whole service.
Not that she had time to wallow in them, fully focused on assisting the clean-up after the massacre and the upcoming days, trying to bring back at least some semblance of normalcy into daily life.
People began to slip through cracks, much to her own horror and guilty relief. She still kept tabs on them but that's all she did. A man openly began to speak about his doubts on the government's stance towards the Survey Corps, but she turned deaf ear to it; it's just a talk and no one takes him seriously anyway, right? A woman tries to gather up more books about the outside world and hide them under her floorboards. Anya knew about the one she already has but left it alone. No one gets hurt by their actions and besides, she has other things to worry about.
Aftermath
Unfortunately, this time she couldn't ignore the tiny voice in her head, nor she could forget her memories. Her resentment began to fester. Disgust began to pull away the wool from her eyes, filling her with rage against her own chain of command. The decisions which came from high above struck at her very core, reigniting fire which she thought was extinguished a long time ago. And just like that, the unthinkable happened - she began to disobey direct orders, fully aware that it may result in her termination. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't afraid of death, which is why her disobedience showed in a form of her cocking up everything she laid her hand on. Not that her potential executioners would care about plausible deniability, it was mainly for her to cope with the idea of going against everything she knew until now.
A part of her wanted to return back to the old days, devoid of hesitations and uncomfortable questions. That part quickly shriveled up in flames of determination, devoured by the knowledge that nothing can change if people let themselves get trampled for sake of not causing an uproar. That includes her as well.
To her surprise, no harm came her way. What with the recent events and happenings, she simply wasn't important enough to be even just an afterthought for someone to punish her.
Not that she hasn't experienced other hardships, but those she endured with a stiff upper lip, fully aware that they were deserved. Without wailing and begging for forgiveness that she had no right for, she decided to stay in both the regiment and the district, quietly working off her debt towards its citizens.
This atonement is not enough, she had no grand delusions about it. But she didn't want to stay in the past, there was no other option but to move forward. What awaits her in the future? Where will her path take her? She doesn't know and made her peace with it. However, there is still a tiny, faint hope settled in her heart - perhaps this time, she can be a better person once again.
She accepted the truth. No matter how honest her convictions were, no matter how wholeheartedly she believed that her actions were for the greater good, she was wrong. Even if she now tries to move onward and away from her blinded past self, that won't revive her victims. And neither will it spare her life. After all, violence begets violence. And death can only be repaid by death. She took a part in that cycle, it's only natural that it will claim her as well. But until that day, she'll try to do at least some good in this world.
Star Wars The Old Republic - !!warning!! My knowledge of lore stems from playing the game,
Please include in the first message which character caught your interest.
MC A - Sorcerer- a not particularly well-adjusted zabrak. Her hobbies include pursuing knowledge no matter its source, exploring old ruins on backwater planets, and not dying. Will engage in random acts of kindness mainly so she can manipulate people through them, and eagerly help anyone straight into their early grave. Way too easy to impress, willing to cooperate even without threats, and occasionally loses her shit if a piece of history gets destroyed in her presence.
MC B - Warrior - a living bulldozer of a pureblood sith. There are only a few people she respects, and all of them can kill her. The rest of the galaxy is just her playground, and its inhabitants receive mainly scorn and lies from her. Basically, imagine someone who's willing to burn a planet as an intimidation tactic. Is amassivebit of an attention whore.
Let's pretend we're being Original:
You want some fantasy? Here's fantasy! -
MC is a magic user that's barely keeping her head above water. Recently had an accident that took both of her parents and left her with a damaged leg. Since she was their only child, MC inherited all. In this case, all means a title that holds no weight, a rather shabby manor, no servants nor slaves, and a crushing debt. On top of that, her magic decided that now is the best time to get ornery, leaving her unable to both heal herself and work.
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