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@Kazemitsu Forgot to say, there isn't such thing as a great axe or battle axe. In Fire Emblem terms, they're called a steel axe and a hatchet, respectively. We would also prefer it if you add a picture of his face, at least, since the text description isn't really enough to form a picture.

@Redneckatron Accepted!

@Lord Orgasmo Can you add a little more to your personality? :) Also, I made the mistake of telling you he could use a great sword. You should call it Iron Blade, cause it's called that in the game. The ancient scroll in his inventory also seems kind of random.

@Tala Avana Laguz characters don't have a class, only a race. So, don't put anything under class. She's also very short for her age. Also, margays are actually pretty small, so maybe make her smaller and lighter in beast form? If you want, you can have her classify as a cat Laguz, and it'd be fine. You can even keep the appearance of the margay.

@Mercurial Accepted!

Olivia Zesiger

Interacting with: Reese @Solace, Gabriel @LordVoldemort, Grant @LetMeDoStuff

Olivia felt Reese jolt from her touch, making her laugh in response. She always found it funny when her friend didn't expect her to be around. It even happened when they were younger. Every time she wanted to surprise Reese, she never failed in doing so. It was actually pretty adorable, but she was sure that the blond didn't want to hear such a thing. Her shoulder still pressed against his arm, she looked down at the liquid in her cup. It was hard to believe how quickly time passed. To her, it felt just like last yesterday when she was still fooling around with Reese at his place. Back then, they were just kids, but now they were viewed upon and treated as adults.

She felt eyes on her, and Olivia turned to see Grant looking at her. He appeared bothered by something, and just as she was going to see if he wanted to sit closer to them, Lauren approached him. At least he was kept track of by the other recruits. While she had been trying her best to maintain his health and well-being, it was rather difficult to do so. Many things tuckered her out, and there were moments where she wondered whether or not she had bitten out more than she could chew. The girl gave the tall boy a smile before spotting Gabriel. Had he been staring at her too? Nevertheless, she also gave the taller cadet a grin and a wave before turning back towards Reese.

Olivia bumped her shoulder against him again before taking another sip from her cup.  "It's pretty warm next to the fire, isn't it?" she asked Reese, her smile only growing as she glanced up at him. Her friend appeared a little under the weather, and she was sure that it wasn't her place to be prodding him about things at the moment. For now, it was best to just talk about trivial things.  "You should drink more of that kind of stuff. Maybe it'll calm you down a little!"

Tobias Weissman

Interacting with: Lukas, Martin, Evi, Fathi @FrostedCaramel

He always did like watching people. It was interesting to see how they interacted with one another, how they carried out their chores and errands. In Trost, there was much to see, especially near Wall Maria. The children played with one another, the women hung their laundry on lines, and the vendors called out as they advertised their wares. Even in the cold weather, people still bustled about, keeping themselves busy and warm. They were willing to overcome the obstacles nature set for them. Every day, they left their homes with goals set in their minds. Every day, they decided not to think of the danger that lurked beyond the walls. It was an intense amount of dedication to their own cause. They wanted peace. They wanted to be safe. The people might have shunned the thought of titans once again piercing through the wall and carrying out another massacre, but it still remained at the back of their minds, no matter what they did.

For a while, Tobias Weissman stood, solitary, next to the elevator that led to the top of the wall. The young man waited for something, or someone, to arrive, but in the meantime, there was so much to see. Being quiet was one way to see how the people flowed around about him. These were the faces that he signed up to protect. It was good to get to know them, even from a distance. The fathers working for their families, the mothers that kept watch over their children from afar, the friends that rough-housed in the streets. They were what kept the fire within him burning. Although they struggled, the people of Trost had an intense amount of motivation. Something terrible could happen at any moment, at any instant, but they went on about their day as if tomorrow was guaranteed. When Tobias first entered the ranks of the Garrison, seeing such things bothered him immensely. How could these lowly people strive for a better future if no one even promised them one in the first place?

His thoughts were interrupted when something collided with his leg. The force of the impact did not make Tobias budge, but his "assailant" collapsed to the ground with a pitiful squeak. His eyes cast downwards in surprise, only to see a little boy that stared up at him with wide eyes from below. He was bundled in warm clothing, and even though they were dirty and muddled, he could tell that they were something that was precious to him. Stitches and patches littered the seams and hems. Despite the boy's deplorable state, he stared up at him with extreme awe and admiration. "Oo-oooh, hi!" the boy piped with a gleaming grin. Tobias did not say anything, the child continued to chime on. "Hi, Mister! It must be so cool working for the Garrison! I'm going to be just like you one day, just wait and see!"

The boy lifted himself up from the ground with haste, standing on his toes and peering up at Tobias with the same dumb look. The brown-haired man couldn't help but roll his eyes. How many times had he been told that? What was so great about being in the Garrison, anyway? Every other brat wanted to be part of the Survey Corps, and he wanted to be part of the Military Police. But he got stuck here, of all places. He wanted nothing more than to tell the child that reality was much different from fantasy, but Tobias couldn't help but sigh.  "Go on, kid, shoo," he said as nudged the giggling boy away from him. Laughing, the kid bounded away, disappearing into the crowds once more.

He turned to face the path before him again. Tobias didn't know what was taking them so long. Sure, he had been there a bit too early, but now he was getting impatient. It wasn't until a little bit longer that he spotted four familiar faces walking towards him. Lukas, Martin, Evi, and Fathi-- they almost always stuck together. Even though he grouped himself with them, Tobias was mostly off to the side somewhere. They were a good bunch, in his eyes. At the very least, they were slightly tolerable. Sometimes he became extremely frustrated with Evi, and Fathi got on his nerves every so often. But they functioned well together, and that was all that mattered.

"You're late. I think I was about to freeze to death," he muttered as they approached. While Tobias wasn't much of a joker, he couldn't help but join in on creating banter with the group. It kept him on his toes instead of trudging on through silence.

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