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AOT | Character Workshop

What Are You Listening To?

~ AoT - The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

Since the sheet is the same as the last one, I'm just going to go ahead and repost Tanner's sheet from before. I'll probably draft up some cannon fodder NPCs to be used while I'm at it so I don't look like I'm taking the easy way out here.

Tanner Harwell

Name ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tanner Harwell Gender ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Female Age ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Fourteen (June 11th, 832) Ethnicity ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ English Branch ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 108th Trainee Corps Affiliations ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] TBD - TBD	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	Appearance Tanner isn't exactly what you would call a "stand out". Topping out at five foot six and weighing just slightly less than other females her age largely a result of being stuck with a thin, lithe frame, Tanner is undoubtedly average. She doesn't have any identifying blemishes, leaving her skin undeniably clear. Her hair and eyes are almost the same color spot-on, both being shades of hazel-like light brown. Even her clothing is often standardized, comprised of cheap, inexpensive yet sturdy basic garb commonly seen in the outer districts. Truly, were it not for Tanner's insistence to keep her hair cut almost boyishly, she could probably blend into a crowd of people and essentially disappear to the untrained eye. Personality It isn't unusual for Tanner to be seen "detached" from the world at hand. Driven by the need to find the woman she has been searching for, Tanner has made a habit of only interacting with people who likely have information that could help her. Otherwise, Tanner is a girl of few words, as if she was giving someone the cold shoulder. Even to the few "companions" she has, her reactions are robotic, deadpan and unemotional. Many potential friends have left disgusted because of her attitude, although Tanner seems clueless as to why others might want nothing to do with her. Nonetheless, it doesn't take Tanner long to get over a missed connection—the only thing that truly matters is finding that woman. Biography A native of Wall Maria's Quinta District, Tanner had been expected to take over the family bookstore from her mercantile parents. Had. Unbeknownst to Tanner, her family had been shrouded in great mystery that she seemed destined to unravel. House walls dotted with family portraits plus one unknown individual. Old letters to a woman Tanner struggled to remember. Dodged questions and half-truths from her parents. Such clues and links as these ate at Tanner, gnawing away at her thoughts and soul. Who was this woman? Why could she not recall her name? What relation did she have to Tanner? She needed to know, even if her parents didn't want her to. Dotting down what little information she had into an old journal, Tanner set out to find the truth about the woman that constantly racked her thoughts. Whilst most leads amounted to nothing, her investigative inquires being returned by the locals with the same avoidance her parents had, the real clue had been in front of Tanner all along. The green cloak in the portrait; the mention of the Survey Corps in the letters her parents stashed away. Clearly, whoever this woman was, she had something to do with the Scouts. Despite being closer to her goal, however, Tanner had ran into a road block. While it was obvious that the woman had, or was, a Scout, she struggled to find someone in the Scouting Legion that had known her, forcing Tanner to rethink her next action. Deliberating the issue for several days, it wasn't long before Tanner realized what she had to do—if she wanted to find this woman, she would have to follow in her footsteps, joining the Survey Corps. Of course, Tanner knew full well that her parents would object. The Scouts always came back heavily bloodied and battered, and there had been talk of disbandment, so who in their right mind would let their "only" child join the military, even more so if they were seeking to join the Scouts, rather than the Military Police or even the Garrison? One surely had to be insane to agree to such a thing. And so, under the cover of an early morning, Tanner turned her back on the family bookstore, seeking a recruiter to fulfill the destiny she had set herself on.

Left Behind {interest check}

Expressing my explicit interest pending an OOC with more details. Big zombie scenario fan.

@AlphaRomeo

There'll be a bit more in the OOC to further establish the setting, of course. Not a *ton* of detail, but certainly more. Usually my interest checks are more detailed than this so I can just carry over the content/post to the OOC, but I've been trying to go for more minimalistic styles that I can hop in. I think it's easier for me to come up with ideas when I can essentially just toss darts at a board and get right into GMing a roleplay. "Plug and play", as a friend of mine put it.

~ AoT - The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

@FalloutJack I'd suggest putting the themes in a hider, because that's a lot to scroll through and load.

Wyverian Twins Who Whisper "Ara-Ara~" In Your Ears?

Welcome to the guild, @Dat Yellow Boi.

Word association Game!

Sauce

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

_{Location: Auditorium, Intake Building - Pacific Royal College}

The Homecoming Trials #1.21 The Calming Serenity of Music

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_{Interaction(s): Katja @Zoldyck, Trevor @Jarl Coolgruuf}

Previously: A Tall Tale Lie

There was an uneasy air between Haleigh and Katja. It wasn't so much tense, but more so just plain awkward.

Haleigh hated herself for it. She was the reason things were awkward between them; Katja was simply worried for her and acted out of concern. And yet nonetheless Haleigh brushed Katja off as she tried to dance around her worries. If only she didn't have these stupid powers, Haleigh thought. They were a heavy weight on her shoulders, as if she was about to be buried under them just like before. She wouldn't look and feel like a nervous wreck if they were gone. She wouldn't have others taking pity on her, like Haleigh was a lost puppy. And most of all, she'd be able to walk again; to be "normal" once more without the looming threat of devastation following closely behind.

Before Haleigh could wallow anymore in her depressed state, the sound of someone whistling snapped her back into reality. She looked around for the source, only to realize the whistler had been Katja. The song was foreign to Haleigh, but whatever the tune was, it sounded nice, and for the first time in a long while, she found herself smiling.

As the two approached the intake building, however, Haleigh was suddenly cut off by the rest of their teammates, whilst Katja went ahead and continued onwards. She felt ambushed, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught of "soccer" and "FIFA". Why was he apologizing? Had they been talking about her? It was all overwhelming, enough for her to begin retreating back into the shell she had just begun to come out from.

"Huh?" Haleigh stuttered. "FIFA? I'm not sure I've ever... played it." She continued, clearly trying to find an out.

Word association Game!

Tangy

the alphabet game. lol

Llama