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G r a n t  H y r a l

Theme Song - Thoughts of a dying Atheist

"I'm like a messiah, only less significant, important, powerful or useful."

Nicknames
'Swifty'

Age
17 - Pro-Breach Age

Height
6' 2"

Weight
154 lbs

Body Stature
Fairly Built

Personality
If there were two ways that Grant could sum himself up with, he'd most likely choose his natural talent to deliver humour or his not-so-natural ability to ride horses. Whether or not either of them are fully true is up for debate, but that doesn't stop him from being the light of the party when needed. Being someone who needs material for such banterous remarks as his own, Grant found himself constantly feeling the need to keep an update on everything that is going on, something that may flaw his future. It keeps him occupied if he wanders throughout crowds to fantasise over the latest news. However, if there is one rule he knows to abide by, he can tell if any humorous remarks are necessary, and can remain serious to situations not considered a laughing matter.

From his early introduction to horses, Grant can be considered a quick-thinker; his ability to keep his wits about whilst in motion had been noted by his uncle, though he stated there was much progress to be taken at the time of the note's creation. With small groups of friends, Grant can be seen as a comforting boy, due to the nurturing of animals from his home, often ensuring they all receive any relief of tension whenever it is needed. Some of the kids said it's his most likeable trait, but Grant can be quick to deny it.

Background
Not too far from the edges of Wall Maria, a small town claimed itself as Grant's birthplace and early home, where most of the few settlers worked around farming and trading around the entire circumference of Wall Maria. Originally hailing from the West, reasons that were unexplained to Grant resulted in him having to leave on a 'Business Trip' with his Uncle, Mateo Judas. His father remained back at the town, stating that someone needed to ensure that all of the trading caravans were kept in order and the stallions were kept in line during their long tour. It confused him as to why no one else came, but that never struck his mind. The next year of his life would be an amazing and exciting experience.

The pair followed a clockwise pattern, starting on the Western District, to the Northern, Eastern and concluding on the Southern District. Between each district was a difficult journey, but it picked up the chance for Grant to further progress his skills in horse-riding. One of the lead stallions, a black thoroughbred named Rhys, soon became Grant's prize possession, enjoying any galloping trips along the way. Whereas it became apparent that he wasn't to do much in any of the trades, any free time he had was either spent socialising with the current district's inhabitants, hearing amazing tales from other citizens or generally galloping around the streets whenever he could. During his stay in the Northern District, one caravan trader's son, Luca Isina, took the liberty to giving him the nickname 'Swifty', due to the speed Rhys could provide for Grant. Luca, more specifically, was a close friend of Grant during his stay. They were so close that Luca eventually snuck away from his own caravan and into Grant's, soon hitchhiking on their journey around the walls. The two picked up an interest in learning about the Military Branches, where they grew and excitement and lust for information seeking telling more tales of bravery to the children.

The two remained friends all the way to the Shiganshina District, where they planned on storming around the streets on horseback whilst Mateo delivered his final trading deal. Why waste the opportunity? The two were only going to be staying in the area for a short time. Well, they'd have to get permission from the Stationary Guardsmen within the area, but with their interest in their branches and military backgrounds, they'd get along fine enough for them to look the other way. Grant knew that this was going to be the greatest conclusion to their trip, and when he would return, he could pursue a life within the walls with a promising career. At least, that was the plan...

He was in the wrong place at completely the wrong time. Everything had gone downhill, from his evidently clear detachment from his home, permanently, to the Fall of Shiganshina. He was there, at that time, split from Luca and Mateo temporarily due to nearly sacrificing himself to two girls by the name of Jade and Olivia. When giving his horse to them, a Titan was within seconds of grabbing a hold of the boy, before the localised soldiers came to his aid. As an inspiring moment, and from his desires as a Scout in the past, he enlisted with Olivia eventually in the years to come.

Training was a tedious time for Grant, as his was spent mostly alone in comparison to every other cadet. Bonds were formed, such as the one between Tanner and Gabriel, with Olivia distancing herself from him by creating new bonds of her own. Spending most of his life as a lone son on a farm outside of the walls, socialising was never his forte, and now knowing that Luca's life had been claimed by illness, Grant felt as if he was overall alone during his training sessions. The only benefits of this was that he was able to sharpen his skills in the fine arts and fully focus on the theoretical stages of the training months. He had developed a fondness of both drawing and singing, intentionally using his "Alone-time" to practice in both simultaneously. However, being gifted with a voice like his didn't make the training any easier.

One area in the physical side of training that he excelled in was the use of ODM gear. He found that his practice prematurely with his Uncle, Mateo, had paid off, and his balance became his greatest strength. The ability to quickly assess the area and predict routes wasn't the best of the Training Corps, but it was enough to get him into the top ten position, finishing at a very outstanding 8th place. Whether or not it was higher enough to let him survive the war on Titans was unclear, very unclear...

Titan Kills

Solo - 0

Team - 0

Total - 0

Statistics
Strength - 8
Combat/Gear Skill - 16
Agility - 12
Teamwork - 9
Leadership - 5

M a t e o  J u l i us

Theme Song - Flight of the Pigeon

"The key to survival is teamwork, and with me you're going to be involved in a lot of that."

Nicknames
'Jutt'

Age
25 - Current age

Height
5' 10"

Weight
174 lbs

Body Stature
Fairly Built

Personality
Despite being one of the more recognised and respected soldier's amongst the Scouting Legion, Mateo isn't as strict off-duty as some might expect. His upbringing and experience with travelling has left him to be quite a sociable individual, which strengthens the bonds he has with those who he commands. Whereas the advantages of building these relationships improves the performance of fighting and working as one squad, it can also bring personal sorrow when it comes to the death of any of his own comrades. Mateo has been used to the sight of death since the start of his service, but the personal losses take their tolls in privacy. Seeing a commanding officer breaking down is noted as one of the more horrific sights in any combat situation, so controlling his emotions is a skill he's been forced to take.

Mateo can be focused, almost completely, when being put upon tasks. Having partaken in some of the more exclusive and classified operations the Survey Corps have slipped under the noses of the public, the elite has found himself to understand all the possible dangers that lurk outside the walls and all the anomalies that they might encounter. Towards the younger and newer soldiers, he can seem quite protective, but also disciplinary towards their progress. Every soldier counts, so he sets his mind to seeing them all through each mission. Time and time again, the spirit of his work ethic has bagged him a great reputation, right up until his temporary discharge, throughout the multiple branches. However, since his temporary discharge, his copings as a leader have somewhat diminished, making him almost dependent on the team rather than his own decision making.

Background
Mateo was born many years after his older brother was, his mother being quite old and weak to look after him. Because of this, both Mateo and his brother Johan forged a strong brotherly bond that was almost impossible to break. The two were fantastic as a duo, always helping one another around the farm as both Johan and himself learnt to take care of their elders with success and dignity. As they grew up, however, the first signs of separation and conflict were afoot when Mateo decided what he wanted as a career. Every month, an expedition of saddled soldiers would ride past their home, sometimes stopping to see how they were and tell tales of their stories. The young boy was almost instantly intrigued and captured in the wonders of the walls and their commitment to protecting it. It filled him with courage and the lust for service, which easily conflicted Johan's opinions. Through the fear of losing his younger brother, Johan almost halted the dreams of Mateo in order to protect him from any harm; however, that didn't stop the boy from making his way come true. Mateo ran away, like any boy would do, shortly after his Mother's death, where he fled to the walls in seek for a purpose in life. No longer did he want to wait for the harvest to flourish, that was his brother's bidding to commit to.

The years passed, and through his training years, he excelled in the arts of ODM maneuverability and balance. This became his reason for success, and acted as a catalyst for his uprising. Ranking an impressive status of #2 in his training programme, he quickly denied the opportunity to serve in the Military Police in order to pursue his original and initial purpose for enlisting in the first place. Soon enough, he flew into the ranks of the Scouting Legion, eager to get the experience required to excel through life.

Mateo served an impressive deal of expeditions and side-jobs during his service, building a name for himself in defending the flanks of the expeditionary formation. After a misconception with the commander at the time, his superior could never pronounce the surname of Julius properly when reading it out on paper, causing him to shorten it to 'Jutt'. The reasons for this decision were strictly unknown, but it instantly stuck as a nickname, almost always replacing his initial surname. Eventually, as time passed onwards, Mateo was called up by his CO to partake in several small-scale reconnaissance operations involving scouting regions that weren't encountered on major expeditions. Eventually forging his way into a specialised Squad, he took part in some more dangerous operations, involving watching Titan groupings and Herds moving along the hills of the horizon. The squad were good, great even, with their reputation of doing the bidding of whatever officer wished. However, the glory was short-lived, and after a horrific decision making from Mateo and two of his fellow comrades, most of the Squad weren't to return, resulting in a temporary discharge. Shameful and weakening as it was, he took the two years off to return to his hometown, seeking shelter and a place to stay.

His brother was more than happy to see him alive, but was still against his decision, having only seen him for the first time in years. The nephew that Mateo had left behind was now more mature, grown up and active as a child. Mateo took the time to get back into the gears of looking after the nephew, helping him grow up the way that Johan had shown him. Forging a strong relationship with him, he mused as to why his older brother had chosen his spouse's surname after their marriage. It was later revealed that the change was due to the shame that Mateo had brought unto the family, causing many family disputes over the months he spent living there. During his final year, Mateo was tasked with making money in a large-scale trading run across the entire wall's perimeter. Originally disagreeing to it, a violent clash between Mateo and his brother forced him to take Grant and leave for the trading route in fear that the violence may also be inflicted across to Grant. The two continued their journey in almost solitary, not hearing a single word from the family back at home.

It was during their last district on the tour where Mateo witnessed the Colossal Titan breach the walls, catching him off guard quicker than anything had ever done before. Even with the experience he had, the sight was quite terrifying, but the panic had almost neglected any signs of finding Grant. With panic, he searched the streets in sheer worry of losing his only loving member of his family. Before long, he was ushered out of the way, towards the gates, where he hoped to link up with his nephew as soon as he could. Luckily, the two managed to briefly meet at Wall Rose's safety, where they lived together for a short amount of time. Out of thin air, Mateo was once again called up for service earlier than expected, being dragged back into the uniform he was punished from wearing once before.

The years during Grant's training were mostly kept quiet for Mateo. He was once again enlisted to the expeditions, and became a supporting leader for several squads at a time. His time of service and valour eventually granted him the honours of becoming a Lance Corporal, where he would gain command of small groups himself, usually those who were fresh out of training. This was where he excelled further, and would continue onwards to produce some great soldiers again and again, until the time he would once again reunite with the family member he was split from in Trost.

Relevant Service
Year 837 to 840 - '101st Training Corps' | Year 841 to 843 - '1st Service of Scouting Legion' | Year 845 to ____ '2nd Service of Scouting Legion'

Statistics
Strength - 6
Combat/Gear Skill - 21
Agility - 10
Teamwork - 8
Leadership - 6

Family
Fern Julius - Mother [Deceased]
Ricardo Julius - Father [Deceased]
Thom Hyral - Older Brother [Unknown]
Johan Julius - Older Brother [Active - Survey Corps Captain]
Grant Hyral - Nephew [Alive]

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G r a n t  H y r a l

Theme Song - Thoughts of a dying Atheist

"I'm like a messiah, only less significant, important, powerful or useful."

Nicknames
'Swifty'

Age
17 - Pro-Breach Age

Height
6' 2"

Weight
154 lbs

Body Stature
Fairly Built

Personality
If there were two ways that Grant could sum himself up with, he'd most likely choose his natural talent to deliver humour or his not-so-natural ability to ride horses. Whether or not either of them are fully true is up for debate, but that doesn't stop him from being the light of the party when needed. Being someone who needs material for such banterous remarks as his own, Grant found himself constantly feeling the need to keep an update on everything that is going on, something that may flaw his future. It keeps him occupied if he wanders throughout crowds to fantasise over the latest news. However, if there is one rule he knows to abide by, he can tell if any humorous remarks are necessary, and can remain serious to situations not considered a laughing matter.

From his early introduction to horses, Grant can be considered a quick-thinker; his ability to keep his wits about whilst in motion had been noted by his uncle, though he stated there was much progress to be taken at the time of the note's creation. With small groups of friends, Grant can be seen as a comforting boy, due to the nurturing of animals from his home, often ensuring they all receive any relief of tension whenever it is needed. Some of the kids said it's his most likeable trait, but Grant can be quick to deny it.

Background
Not too far from the edges of Wall Maria, a small town claimed itself as Grant's birthplace and early home, where most of the few settlers worked around farming and trading around the entire circumference of Wall Maria. Originally hailing from the West, reasons that were unexplained to Grant resulted in him having to leave on a 'Business Trip' with his Uncle, Mateo Judas. His father remained back at the town, stating that someone needed to ensure that all of the trading caravans were kept in order and the stallions were kept in line during their long tour. It confused him as to why no one else came, but that never struck his mind. The next year of his life would be an amazing and exciting experience.

The pair followed a clockwise pattern, starting on the Western District, to the Northern, Eastern and concluding on the Southern District. Between each district was a difficult journey, but it picked up the chance for Grant to further progress his skills in horse-riding. One of the lead stallions, a black thoroughbred named Rhys, soon became Grant's prize possession, enjoying any galloping trips along the way. Whereas it became apparent that he wasn't to do much in any of the trades, any free time he had was either spent socialising with the current district's inhabitants, hearing amazing tales from other citizens or generally galloping around the streets whenever he could. During his stay in the Northern District, one caravan trader's son, Luca Isina, took the liberty to giving him the nickname 'Swifty', due to the speed Rhys could provide for Grant. Luca, more specifically, was a close friend of Grant during his stay. They were so close that Luca eventually snuck away from his own caravan and into Grant's, soon hitchhiking on their journey around the walls. The two picked up an interest in learning about the Military Branches, where they grew and excitement and lust for information seeking telling more tales of bravery to the children.

The two remained friends all the way to the Trost District, where they planned on storming around the streets on horseback whilst Mateo delivered his final trading deal. Why waste the opportunity? The two were only going to be staying in the area for a short time. Well, they'd have to get permission from the Stationary Guardsmen within the area, but with their interest in their branches and military backgrounds, they'd get along fine enough for them to look the other way. Grant knew that this was going to be the greatest conclusion to their trip, and when he would return, he could pursue a life within the walls with a promising career. At least, that was the plan...

Statistics
Strength - 8
Combat/Gear Skill - 16
Agility - 12
Teamwork - 9
Leadership - 5

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