Post by christian reisling on Jun 5, 2015 13:29:34 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]christian elias reisling
[attr="class","appc"]age 030
[attr="class","appc"]group commoner
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation veteran
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His hands shake all the time, out of a habit he can't shake. A weapon in hand makes him feel alive, makes him feel whole, but drives him to the brink of sanity, wondering why he lives while his comrades die. He puts money on the table to feed a bedridden mother who might as well be dead, but he's stopped wondering why he does what he does. A chance at a better life, they proclaimed and boasted. He had been young and naive to believe it all, eating their words because his life had depended on it.
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The first time they go out he opens his eyes to a bigger world beyond what he's known. The second his heart is already cold and hardened to the scenery. The last time they go out he's a shaking mess and breaking down with his close partner's lifeless body in his hands. His condition doesn't get better, and he is excused as a soldier for his own sake and theirs.
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Insomnia plagues him, a wandering, hollowed soul broken and paranoid by things he's starting to see. He doesn't wish for more of the world's cruelty, but if he is so condemned, then he will grudgingly take up this life, street rat, resistance, the same thing to him. Death comes sooner or later, so he doesn't see any point in prolonging a life not worth living any more. And maybe, just maybe, he'll take the whole damn world with him.
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His hands shake all the time, out of a habit he can't shake. A weapon in hand makes him feel alive, makes him feel whole, but drives him to the brink of sanity, wondering why he lives while his comrades die. He puts money on the table to feed a bedridden mother who might as well be dead, but he's stopped wondering why he does what he does. A chance at a better life, they proclaimed and boasted. He had been young and naive to believe it all, eating their words because his life had depended on it.
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The first time they go out he opens his eyes to a bigger world beyond what he's known. The second his heart is already cold and hardened to the scenery. The last time they go out he's a shaking mess and breaking down with his close partner's lifeless body in his hands. His condition doesn't get better, and he is excused as a soldier for his own sake and theirs.
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Insomnia plagues him, a wandering, hollowed soul broken and paranoid by things he's starting to see. He doesn't wish for more of the world's cruelty, but if he is so condemned, then he will grudgingly take up this life, street rat, resistance, the same thing to him. Death comes sooner or later, so he doesn't see any point in prolonging a life not worth living any more. And maybe, just maybe, he'll take the whole damn world with him.
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He once prized a pair of flat blade swords as his, polishing them like they were his children, but being dismissed from his post has rendered them confiscated. He works best with knives and bladed weapons, but none quite like his children. The gift of sight due to magical irradiation is slow, but certain, even if he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him.
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He once prized a pair of flat blade swords as his, polishing them like they were his children, but being dismissed from his post has rendered them confiscated. He works best with knives and bladed weapons, but none quite like his children. The gift of sight due to magical irradiation is slow, but certain, even if he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him.
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played by: sixsmith [break]
face claim: [b]shingeki no kyojin,[/b] [i]levi ackerman[/i] - christian reisling
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played by: sixsmith [break]
face claim: [b]shingeki no kyojin,[/b] [i]levi ackerman[/i] - christian reisling
