[hider=Sorcha][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/702f231e-427b-41e9-b395-1ab5332469f9.png[/img] [img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjk2LmNjNTIwMC5VMjl5WTJoaElFRnlaM1ZsLjA,/corethan.regular.webp[/img][/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [color=#cc5200]Name[/color] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [sup][color=c1cdcd][i]Sorcha Argue[/i][/color][/sup] [color=#cc5200]Gender[/color] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [sup][color=c1cdcd][i]Female[/i][/color][/sup] [color=#cc5200]Age[/color] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [sup][color=c1cdcd][i]16 (At breach) / 18 (Training age)[/i][/color][/sup] [color=#cc5200]Ethnicity[/color] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [sup][color=c1cdcd][i]Irish[/i][/color][/sup] [color=#cc5200]Branch[/color] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [sup][color=c1cdcd][i]108th Trainee Corps[/i][/color][/sup] [color=#cc5200]Affiliations[/color] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup] [hider=][sup][color=c1cdcd][color=#cc5200][b]TBD[/b][/color] - [i]TBD[/i][/color][/sup][/hider] [/cell] [cell][color=#cc5200][sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub] [sup]█[/sup] [/color][/cell] [cell] [color=#cc5200]Appearance[/color][hr] [color=c1cdcd][sup][i]Sorcha is one to, although unnoted by her, stick out in a crowd. This is most typically due to the lengthy, pyric-orange hair that falls down to just meet her hip. Said hair frames her face and torso lightly, seemingly cared for but not kept prim. A warm head of hair matches the warm fairness of her skin, and directly contrasts the cool, deep-carmine shade of her expressive eyes. Aside from the vanities of her appearance, she possesses a physique that one would likely deem fit for a member of humanity's military. She stands at about 5'8" and weighs a little more than other girls of her height and age - this owing to the toned, athletic musculature of her otherwise slender frame. Despite an appearance that might draw a glance or two, Sorcha is seemingly impartial to any form of fashion or alteration of her image. She prefers to dress for function over anything else, usually tending to wear duller colors such as black, brown, gray, or green - when not in uniform, that is. [/i][/sup][/color] [color=#cc5200]Personality[/color][hr] [color=c1cdcd][sup][i]Sorcha is, all in all, a seemingly unburdened individual. A lighthearted disposition is what most would see when they look at her - and that's generally what she possesses. She's carefree, nonchalant, and overall most agreeable. She is a naturally curious individual, and doesn't try to hide it, or her penchant for enabling hijinks of any variety. She is a snarky and teasing sort as well, especially to those who would wreck an otherwise grand bit of fun. One would be forgiven for thinking she rarely takes things seriously - but she most definitely has her moments -- and in those moments.. she almost seems to become someone else. [/i][/sup][/color] [color=#cc5200]Biography[/color][hr] [color=c1cdcd][sup][i]Sorcha was born to a seemingly unremarkable family. As far back as she can remember, her father has been the only one who she has ever relied on, as her mother passed at her birth. No siblings, uncles or aunts, grandparents, or any other family ties were known to her. Yet, despite this familial loneliness, her father enjoyed nothing more than retailing the deeds their family had done over the years in service to the people between Wall Rose and Maria - which is where the father-daughter duo reside. His tales spoke of how each and every member of their family that there had ever been, as far as one can recall, has served dutifully within the Survey Corps. Their battle against the titans, as a family, would never wane. Others may have found some semblance of peace inside the walls - or at least a form of distraction - but the titans had always been a part of the Argue family's lives. Always. Such tales reached the young girl, as her father might've hoped they would, but she found herself conflicted with them. On one hand, she found it so cool, so brave that their family would make such a sacrifice to protect the people -- but in the other hand, she was scared. A part of her was terrified that she would have to take on the burden of fighting the titans, like every Argue before her. But she would never reveal such a weakness, of course. She learned that from her father, too. Being as alone as she was, with her father as busy as he was, Sorcha was left mostly directionless in her young life. She was somewhat of a loner, stemming from the fact that she really only had her father at home to interact with. She had no real goals or aspirations growing up, but always had the shadow of an impending promise to military servitude lingering over her head. Even so, with no direction she mostly.. wandered. She eventually grew accustomed to meeting new people in her explorations about Walls Maria and Rose - but she never grew out of her ability to thole isolation, and she, honestly, preferred it at times, despite her increasingly upbeat personality - which served to drown out her inner worries. And that, all in all, is how she has lived her life up until she turned 16. At this age, her father finally doubles down with pressuring her into enlisting - and only time will tell how she will fare in her family's footsteps. [/i][/sup][/color][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]