Here it is! Before I make my form, what info would you want on my character? (like minimum info)
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Just name, age, gender, traits and appearance? Sounds like good basic summary. I'll do the same if that's okay?
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Okay! I'll do mine after cadets (it starts at 7 and it's 6:12pm now, ends at 10).
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FULL NAME: siana dubach
NICKNAME(S): sia
AGE: sixteen years
GENDER: female
OTHER: Credit for original picture to Vhenyfire on Deviantart, color edit to me!hope this is good ^^
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I'll do my form tomorrow as I just got back from cadets and I am exhausted!
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Thank you! Who's going to start?
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//okay! will do soon
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shall it be Siana's?
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//okay, we'll say it's Siana's then! I edited my previous post so I can post a better roleplay post now xD
Maxwell McClain. That was his name. Not particularly known but...known enough for his satisfaction. He's a formidable opponent, if you ever came to duel him...not that many try. He's always up for a challenge but - hey, I'm not here to give you a description of him. Today has been...extremely boring. Maxwell was leaning against the roof of a house. His squadron had originally been assigned to patrol but, as per usual, he left them to relax atop an abandoned rooftop outside the walls. Being part of the Survey Corps/Scout Regiment (you choose which one we say), he rarely travelled inside the walls unless he were returning from a mission. Max heard chatting, meaning his patrol had nearly discovered him slacking off again. Sighing, the eighteen year old stood up and pretended to be peering out into the distance. It was oddly quiet today - no signs of Titans anywhere.
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His patrol drew up behind him, and multiple voices growled curses at him, but he ignored them. He'd spotted another member of the Survey Corps. What was she doing out here? Only the two patrols were meant to leave camp. He flicked his wrist so the patrol, which, coincidentally, he wasn't leading, would bug off as he approached her. "Remind me what you're doing out here again?" he spoke as he drew nearer. //same for mine!
