[centre][h1][b][u][color=6ecff6]Yuri Tynko[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/centre]

	Yuri had been watching the world tick on by for the past Month or two. It was a stunning event of beauty and graceful motions of nature. What he loved more, was how the snow settled in. Yuri had been known amongst his friends for hating the cold, especially snow, as he used to feel that the cold effected his overall performance. His bloodline had quite a good resilient structure to withstand low temperatures, just as long as they weren't too low. And it was the birds...they all silenced every morning. He had loved their sound, but having the ability to lose connections with their vocal chords of gentle tone and just listen to the graceful wind...it was a feeling he hoped to never lose touch with. In one hand, he held a bottle. Embedded into the glass was the moulded words, containing the sweet taste. [i][b]'Devil's Pride'[/b][/i] Pretty decent for an alcoholic beverage, and it wasn't too alcoholic either. It had a sweet taste, could only make one tipsy if they were too vulnerable/not used to the drink, and would have to intake a lot of the liquid. He was in heaven when drinking it. In fact, it was his first gift...and he was near to tears. It was actually quite clear, when he received the gift, on how he felt emotionally. It wasn't just any gift. Annella and Lilith were by him as he had the item delivered by one of the Instructors. Around it was a dusty letter. It was cold, as well as the drink, as he read to himself:

[color=aba000][i]My Dearest,
		  I heard the news throughout the Programme. I saw that you are in fact training now, and will be proving yourself on the field of training for a while. There was talk amongst us on the Wall about it when we were seeing who we knew in the Western Trainees, as well as the other Regions. Let me say, it is strange. Having the younger, yet taller, follow in the same path. I haven't had the time to hear anything positive, nor negative, about your progress, and am hoping that you'll prove yourself to be a fine soldier. Fuck, you mightn't of been kicked out, but still...I wanted to say I'm proud of you. We don't get much ink here, so I'll leave it at that. Enjoy your gift.

Love, Vera. [b]x[/b][/i][/color]

	When he read that final line, he felt rather touched. His eyes had watered and his soul had been lifted. It was the first time he had heard from Vera in a very, very long time. It was beautiful to finally know that his Sister was still out there, alive and safe, well and fine, working hard and still proud of him for who he was. She'd of known that the business had died those two months ago, but it was of no concern it seemed. More specifically, she'd chosen the choice he wanted...The Garrison. A place her and himself felt like was the most important. Sure, the king was quite important to protect...but defending countless lives...civilians...it was a tough and important job. To him, more important than going out the wall to [i]'Discover and learn'[/i]. He did have respect for the Survey, but their actions could've been put to use in the Defence, rather than doomed offences.

	Now he was sitting outside, before dawn had even cracked. On the chair outside the door, he sat. Fully clothed, uniform up to scratch. Everyone had been whispering about his strange acts of early waking up. He'd go to sleep when everyone else did, but how he woke up and would assess how nature had changed overnight was rather peculiar. Yuri sighed deeply as he shuddered slightly, wishing he'd had brought his bed sheet with him. He was a rather tidy gentleman, and more to the point, a rather clean man. He was different. Not like how everyone had their own individual personalities, he was completely different. Like the sort of different that most people didn't like nor agree with. And now he was out here, earlier than everyone. He was the first on the entire camp to awaken, and was at least half an hour ahead of the wake-up Horn. At the twenty minute mark, the tanned soldier walked outside, fixing his glasses and seeming tired like the rest. When the horn sounded, he thought to himself. Today was the day. It was the day where he was to be equipped with his own Gear. Gear that'd be his for as long as fate saw fit. And what was scarier, was that he was about to undergo the most scary part. The training. Everyone had been assigned to three specific areas to choose from. The Forest, the town and the Roofed-Zone. Each and everyone of them were to help those train in the specific areas, which could potentially help them decide their regimental fate from here onwards. The Forest was to help those in wanting to join the Survey, and the Roofed-Zone acted like the Western Caverns, making it a high spot for Military Police navigation. The Town, however, was more of the City layout, with dummy buildings and large high-spots to use to speed advantages. He had no real concern for what everyone had picked, and he knew that it was his choice to pick what he wanted. Yuri obviously went for the Town...the Garrison was the only thing that mattered to him here, besides the three friends he had. Well...two were real friends...the other...was...still a friend...but...different...

	Yuri finally stood up after everyone walked past him, some giving him the confused look. They pondered about why he was just sat in a chair so early in the morning, a bottle within his fingers. It was his food/drink gift from the outside, at least to some extent, world for the week. He didn't really eye them back, as he was still deep in his thoughts. He knew that Annella, Grant, Lilith and the rest of his dorm were sure to have passed. There was also that girl he spoke to on the first day...she didn't really pay any attention to him any more. No one paid any positive views towards him as often as he hoped...but...who can he really blame for not being popular?

	As the jet-black haired trainee moved out of the chair, he crept towards a group surrounding an Instructor. He was handing out 3DMGs to everyone in that group, as they had already been trained in the balance and fitting of the gear. The soldier handing them out gave it carefully, giving Yuri a stern look as if to tell him about the dangers and safety measures he'll have to deal with if he were to fuck up everything. It was clear, where as most trainees muttered about the looks being given, Yuri accepted it. He was the [b]Better[/b] man, wasn't he? Well...probably not. As he walked away from everyone, he began to fit the straps. The tighter they became on his hip straps, the more energy he felt surge through his body. It was a chilling feeling...or was that just the winter air? Though now it was the time to wait, and he made his way first over to the [i][b]'Town Training Team'[/b][/i] zone, way before anyone had even become as close as he was to setting up their gear. Even Grant and Lilith were struggling, though laughing at their own stupidity. Yuri let out a sigh, as he waited alone for the others to come and join him. He hummed to himself, the same tune he did usually when alone. He leant against a wooden podium, used usually for torches, as he closed his eyes. He knew how weird he looked, doing so. To make things easier for him, he imagined no one was around him, hoping that no one, not even his acquaintances, were to bother him. At that moment, of still being alone and hoping of everything staying that way, the sunlight rays began to crack through the sky and shine on himself.