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Suh dudes? Name's Llama.

Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)

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- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)

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Connor's resistance to the cold was slowly beginning to wear thin. Hopefully they were nearing their destination, because even he was feeling his legs begin to protest their movement. He kept his eyes stuck on the pale white abyss in front of them, knowing that it would eventually give way to their camp. He glanced over, quickly checking to see if Gabriel was alright. If the young man was having problems, he showed absolutely nothing of them. Connor might have been athletic and quick, but Gabriel was a pure machine of strength. Connor kept on going so that Gabriel wouldn't simply leave him behind.

He was very confident that the group was at a good pace, and they were all doing very well. As far as he could tell, despite the blizzard, they were all accounted for. He briefly wondered if any of the other teams had lost cadets on the way, or if all of them would make it to the rendezvous. That would be a feat for the coming generations of cadets to talk of for years. From what Connor had seen, he thought they could definitely do it.

His confident was only shaken when he heard Emil call out, declaring that one of them had gone missing. He knew that they'd all done frequent checks, so the missing Cadet couldn't be too far behind. "I'll backtrack, you keep everyone going!" Connor said to Gabriel and turned back. He accounted for all of the faces, then saw that Olivia was the missing Cadet. He ran past Emil, hoping to move fast enough to find Olivia before the snow covered their tracks.

Thankfully, he spotted the girl as he neared what he guessed was about 30 meters from the group. He trampled through the snow with increasing effort to reach her. As he came to her, he grabbed her supply pack and lifted it off of her to help her stand. "You okay?" He had to shout over the powerful winds of the blizzard. He pointed up the bleach white slope and said, "C'mon, we can catch up with the others!" He went behind her just for the sake of safety.
Cassius "Cas" Williams | Auditorium/Hallway/Cafeteria
Interacting: Anyone in the Cafeteria


Cassius' orientation had been far less formal than his fellow residents. Unlike them, he'd only just arrived that morning and he'd come to his senses in an empty auditorium with none but himself. Cas found himself sitting in a chair, looking up towards a massive whiteboard, almost leading him to think he was back in Chicago Fire's meeting room where Coach Klopas would draw their formations. He tried to clear his head, but he felt a constant weight on his mind, likely from being sedated before he'd been escorted from his hospital in Chicago. His sense of familiarity was obliterated when a woman in a stark white lab coat walked through a door in the wall, her heels clicking obnoxiously against the floor. "Good morning, Cassius." She said, with a posh tone that bugged Cas to no end.

"Where the hell am I?" He muttered in his groggy baritone. He tried to stand up but his tired body decided that moving was not going to happen. Instead he sat defeatedly back in his chair, turning his gaze back to the newcomer.

"You're in our state-of-the-art research facility." She answered. "You should really move at a slower pace, the sedatives require time to fade. Anyways, welcome to the facility." She flipped an electronic tablet around to show a white slide. "Let me explain some things." She began to slide through a presentation, detailing the fact of his suspected, "illness," the reason he was currently missing matches and sitting out one of the best seasons of his professional careers, was not actually anything that had existed before. It was supposedly a new strain of sickness that she claimed would give him special abilities impossible for other humans.

"That's honestly the most dumbest thing I've ever heard." He said, shaking his head. "I don't have su- superpower or whatever. I'm just a footballer who needs help not getting sick so I can do what I do." He shook his head, crossing his hands. His right thumb caressed the knob of the golden rolex watch on his right wrist, as he often did when he was nervous.

"That's not an uncommon reaction, Mr. Williams. Allow me to demonstrate." She said, laying her tablet on the table beside her. She looked back at him and her body began to shimmer and vibrate until a second copy of herself flashed into existence. This sight was more than enough to shake Cas out of his dazed state.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped and out of pure instinct her jumped out of his chair, backpedaling into the aisle behind him. Between heaving breaths, Cas said, "Okay, what kind of LSD's did you inject me with?!" That was the only explanation his brain could give him. Cassius was no stranger to drugs, being a bit of a partier, but he'd never taken anything that caused him to see crazy hallucinations.

"Only a sleeping agent, Cassius. Your mind is working at near full level, despite your mild sedation." She said, then began to detail the rest of why this illness was truly going to give him powers. She then showed him a display of all the facilities and directed him to go through the back door and join the other patients. "I'll see you again soon, Cas." She said, then left through the same door she'd entered.

"Hey! Come back! I don't have super powers!" He shouted, but the door shut with no more word from anyone. Cassius sighed and shook his head, turning to look at the door at the back of the facility, which slid open almost as if it knew he was looking at it. He walked to the back of the room and through the door, stepping into a white hallway that reminded him of a hospital (naturally). He walked past a series of closed doors, calling out for someone to answer.

When no one answered he turned down another hallway, also receiving no contact with intelligent life. He reached a third hallway, the doors labeled with what looked like room numbers, and at the end of it was an open doorway. Inside the doors looked to be a cafeteria of some sort, and he could see people within. He jogged to the doorway and came to a halt as he stepped inside. "Hey!" He shouted as he entered the room. "Does anyone know what's going on?! I think I was drugged, 'cause I swear to God I just saw some lady in a lab coat clone herself!"






Six months of training had done a significant amount of good for Connor. He had tried his best to work his hardest every single day so that he never fell behind the others. He hadn't come without his problems, though. He was a lazy person unless he had motivation. Thankfully, Olivia committed to waking him up to make sure he arrived to breakfast or training on time. She'd actually been a great help to him, not only in waking him up. She'd successfully calmed him down several times when he'd nearly lost control of his admittedly short fuse during tense situations with Schulz and other cadets. In no way was he cured of his short temper, but with Olivia's help he'd learned to somewhat manage situations better.

Aside from new friends, Connor had undergone plenty of physical growth. Aside from growing what he would swear was a full inch, he'd gained significant muscle on his body. What little fat he'd carried on his body when he'd arrived at training had slowly given way to tight, lean definition in his muscles. He'd had a tiny bit of slack in his uniform but now his arms filled his sleeves all the way and his broad shoulders allowed him to carry himself with both physical and mental confidence. Despite all the training, he still felt like he was going to die in that very moment.

Connor trudged through the snow, not bothering to keep his hands in his pockets. He couldn't feel them, anyway. He followed behind Gabriel's trail, the larger boy give a good breadth for the other cadets to be able to follow. Connor didn't have trouble keeping up with anyone, after all, stamina and speed were his highest qualities. What he did have trouble with, however, was the horrible chill of the wind and the snow. He wasn't a fan of the cold; not one bit.

He fixed his scarf to rest over his nose and mouth in a hopeless effort to block his face from going numb as well. He kept his face at a slight angle to use his hood as cover from the icy winds while still being able to see. He hiked his pack to a better resting place on his back and picked up his past, passing the other to catch up with Gabriel.

He passed Emil, but quickly leaned over and said, "Great day for a jog, huh?" His mind briefly travelled back to the first day of training when the smaller boy had said the same thing to him on their fifteen mile run. He caught up to Gabriel and evened his pace with the taller boy, attempting to create a wider path to make it easier for the others to follow behind them. "Don't worry about me, man. I'm right here with you."
Connor Bayer
Interacting:@LetMeDoStuff


Connor sat in the mess hall, his attitude completely opposite of everyone else. Sure the soup wasn't the best, but he'd definitely had worse. Besides, after running as much as he had in the last couple hours, he would eat dirt if he had to. That, added to his fear of Lauren force feeding them all made him okay with eating whatever was truly in his soup. He downed another full bowl, just to ease his hunger, and then washed it down with water. He laid his spoon on the rim of his bowl and stared down at the wooden bowl, deciding if he wanted to get more or not. He decided to not eat anymore and rather pushed his bowl away from him.

"Oh, yeah, just-" He let out a light belch. "Just for the record, I didn't barge into the girl's cabin, I was dying and was dragged there." He said, partly to Sano and partly to the girls at the table.

As the conversations continued on, the young man noticed Grant standing in the doorway, and something about him seemed off. To be fair, Connor didn't know him hardly at all, but he could tell that the boy's mind was somewhere else. He quietly dismissed himself from the group and made his way over to where Grant had stood himself for the moment. He leaned back against the wall and looked over at the cadet. "You alright, man?

"Name's Connor, by the way. Grant, right?" He shifted to make himself more comfortable. "You wanna... join the table? You're welcome to sit with everyone else, we'd love to have you."

When the conversation dropped to Sano's remarks to Lauren, Connor watched careful as the young man stormed out in frustration. Connor pushed off the wall and followed after Sano. When he reached the cabins, he found the cadet inside. "Hey, Sano. He said as he sat in the bed across from him. "My- uh... My family was killed in the titan attacks. If your experience was anything like mine, then I'm really sorry. A lot of us lost people to the titans a few years ago, so I don't think they meant any harm. I appreciate how hard you're working, and following orders - I really admire it." He let silence fall over the cabin again, allowing Sano to decide whether or not he would respond.



As Connor's breathing began to relax, he laid on the bed and stared up at the ceilings. He could still feel the constant pump of adrenaline and blood in his legs. When the taller girl placed the waterskin beside him, he immediately grabbed it and began chugging, feeling the wonderful relief of the water running down his dry throat. When the girl snatched the bottle out of his hands and scolded him for drinking to much at one time, he laid his head back and just rest.

The girl introduced herself as Lauren, aka the Cadet Medic. He chuckled a bit, then looked over at her. "Name's Connor." As his breathing finally came to a steady pace, he slowly sat up. "Do yourself a favor - don't sprint a half-marathon."

When the short guy he'd passed on the run stepped into the cabin, asking for water, Connor stood and painfully walked over to him, trying to slowly walk off the pain so that he didn't go stagnant and allow his muscles to cramp together. He handed him the waterskin after another swig and returned to sit on the edge of the bed he'd been brought to."Y'know... You're- You're a fast little guy, that's for sure, man. And you're smart for pacing yourself. I tried to sprint the whole thing." He shed his brown leather jacket and dropped it on the floor, revealing the large sweat stain on his back. "I thought I could catch you, but I was pleasantly surprised. But hey, I was only about ten to fifteen minutes behind you."

"Anyways, thanks for the help, ladies. I would've gladly laid in the dirt for the whole night if I'd had to."
Connor Bayer
Interacting: Anyone



Connor's feet carried him with a speed that would impress anyone that watched. The heat of the setting sun made the extensive effort even worse. His heart was pounding and his lungs were gasping for air by the time he was close to the forest. He had no idea how long the run was, but it wasn't a reasonable distance to make anyone run in under twenty minutes. Regardless, he carried himself with controlled breaths, though while still feeling like he was suffocating. As he passed the short guy that Schulz had sent before him, the kid looked at him and said something, but with the winding whipping against his ears, he couldn't make out the boy's words. He didn't return his gaze, but instead kept running. About ten minutes later, he hit the forest, slamming his right foot in front of himself and sliding across the dirt ground. He touched his palm a tree at the front of the forest, then darted quickly back in the direction of the training grounds.

The 104th Cadet Corps were all like ants from where he was, and he couldn't hope to make them out. Added to the distance, the falling sun was blazing in his eyes, obstructing him from getting a clear view of the training grounds. He just kept on pushing, hoping he was still running in the right direction. By the time the buildings and cadets were visible, Connor could swear his legs were going to snap from the exhausting effort. He completed the half-marathon just as the sun began to fall behind the buildings. At the pace he had been traveling, he guessed that he'd finished about fifteen minutes behind the other cadet that he'd passed. He reached the middle of the training grounds, still full speed, and attempted to slow himself to a breathable pace.

As he passed the cafeteria, his step faltered and he tumbled to the ground, the momentum of his sprint sending sliding across the dirt on his back. When the young man slid to a halt in the dirt, he simply laid back and stared up at the red sky. His breaths heaved as he held the world on his shoulders and sweat had completely drenched his shirt. His hair was completely matted to his head with sweat, beads of which slid down his forehead. He breathed in and exhaled an agonized groan that was surely loud enough for all the cadets to hear throughout the training grounds.

He sprawled his arms out to open up his chest to allow himself to breath as he waited for the adrenaline to drain from his legs and return his body to its normal state.
Connor Bayer
Interacting: Head Instructor Schulz @FrostedCaramel


Connor stood straight as he watched Schulz examine all the other cadets with a harsh glare and booming voice. Coupled with his affinity for profanity, the instructor definitely made a worthy candidate for the most intimidating person present. Had he intimidated Connor yet? Well, do black cows make chocolate milk? No, Connor knew that the instructor was just trying to whip them into shape. He would do whatever it takes to make sure they were ready to be the best pathetic pieces of titan fodder that they could be. So no he didn't think the man intimidating, in fact he actually appreciated his theatrics.

His perception of the man was slightly shifted as the instructor approached him. As they stood, soldier-to-cadet, and the former's enormous voice unleashed all of it's fury to Connor's face, the boy's gut slightly clenched. Sure he wasn't truly intimidating when he was chewing on other Cadets, but when the man got up-close and personal... yeah he was kind of intimidating.

As the drill-dude shouted and demanded to know why Connor was "so average," the latter shifted, stepped back an inch to get out of the man's face. "Sir, I beg that you reconsider. It takes an average person to recognize his fellow average man. You sir, are obviously not an average man. You are also mistaken due to the fact that I would bet my honor on being able to outrun any cadet in present company, sir!" He really hoped that the man would take the bait and allow him to run, instead of something ridiculous.

He stood and waited for Schulz response, mentally bracing himself for the verbal lashing that was sure to come his way.
Thanks guys, the unassured talk really boosts my confidence. No but I'm friends of Bells, QT, Prox, and Jinx and they asked me to join so poof here I am, boi.


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