#uses the crystals in his jewelry to turn into claws and swords to fight

[rhapsoddity]

so i designed a VSAU Ren-

[quietpagan]

What Falls and What Grows, ch. 12

   “ …The weed, tough

As the rock it leaps against,

Unless plucked to the last

    Live fiber

Will plunge up through dark again.

The weed also has the desire

    To make clean,

Make pure, there against the rock."

-  Lucien Stryk

 Anglia began to suspect the moment they turned down the alley. She opened her mouth to yell but Alexandra punched her hard in the chest, knocking her to the ground. She gasped for air and rolled out of the way just as Alexandra’s foot stomped the stone where her neck had been. Alex aimed a kick, but Anglia caught her foot and pushed her off balance, and they rolled behind a pile of old boxes, the cobblestones scraping their arms and faces.

Alex pulled back to hit her again, but Anglia swept her arm up in an arch and a line of red streaked across Alex’s breasts. She automatically withdrew but landed a solid slap to Anglia’s face.

“I don’t want to kill you,” she growled, grabbing the other woman’s hands before she could use her knife again.

“I work for the Trollhunter,” she said.

“You bloody traitor,” Anglia spat, baring lengthening teeth. Alex pulled her torso up and slammed the other Changeling’s head again against the ground. Anglia’s eyes glowed in anger and Alexandra simmered hers in return.

“Dammit, woman, I’m trying to help you! You think that Gunmar’s return will do anything for us? At least the Trollhunter won’t kill me if I make a single mistake!” “Gunmar made us everything we are,” Anglia replied. Alex’s grip on her shoulders tightened and Anglia cried out as claws pierced her skin.

“You think that’s a good thing? We had actual families, damn you! People who cared about us! We used to fit. Now even the ones who created us treat lower than goblin filth!” Anglia spat in her eye; the sensation sent Alexandra into a brief panic, the remembrance of Bular’s sword on her face running through her mind. The other Changeling used the distraction to unbalance her, standing and grabbing Alex by the shoulders so that she could throw her against the wall.

“Gunmar made me strong,” Anglia sneered, her lengthening fingernails scoring lines into Alex’s flesh. “And he rewards those of us who serve him with loyalty. I suppose you would know nothing of that.”

The pain was irritating, but Alexandra couldn’t transform or don her armor; if Anglia survived, if she got away, then she would know what Alex looked like, could spread the word – her position as Trollhunter was powerful but fragile, and would not survive her being exposed as a Changeling.

She pushed against the wall to dislodge the other woman. Anglia came rushing at Alex, swift and deadly with her knife held before her, but Alex was the stronger; with her two forms beginning to merge her human body slowly gained strength and durability, and when she grabbed Anglia’s arm she twisted it and broke it at the elbow. Anglia didn’t have time to cry out before she was grabbed into a headlock, Alexandra’s forearm steadily putting pressure on her throat. She kicked behind at Alex’s legs, but slowly, slowly sank onto the ground, until Alex could no longer feel her pulse.

She took a minute to catch her breath, and then rummaged for the dead woman’s wallet, removing her jewelry and scattering her purse across the alley. She emerged from the alley with a minimum of dishevelment, and she tucked Anglia’s knife in her pants and walked away, only pausing to throw the other Changeling’s earrings and horrible troll-tooth necklace over the side of a bridge.

 The gyre trip to Bath was quick, but AAARRRGGHH still needed a few moments to settle his stomach. Alexandra gave him the rest of her coffee and bought another for herself with Anglia’s stolen money. It tasted more bitter than usual. The scratches on her shoulders were hidden by a wide scarf, and the memory of them itched.

Blinky, once he was assured that she was alright, looked almost unforgivably excited. He began spouting off trivia and tidbits of fact about the baths and the lore of, but although AAARRRGGHH was as engaged as he could be, Alex only nodded in the appropriate places. A wave of exhaustion had hit her very suddenly, and all she wanted to do was curl up in bed – preferably on the other side of the country, where she wouldn’t have to be Trollhunter – and sleep for a few good days. Her fight with Anglia had left her with a significantly more sour tone than usual, and she was tired and disinterested in a way that ‘exhausted’ just didn’t cover.

Blinky’s chattering – something that she would have been invested in on any other day – was annoying rather than engaging, and she gripped her stone coffee mug tightly to keep from throwing it at his head. She was tired and grumpy and didn’t need to raise suspicion by taking it out on someone else.

“…And it was believed that the waters, once drunk, could cure a myriad of illnesses and…Master Alexandra, are you listening?”

Alex almost nodded automatically before she caught herself. She blinked her eyes open and looked at Blinky’s annoyed face.

“No,” she said. “No, I’m actually not. Is any of this going to help us find Vendel’s contact?” Blinky huffed, just as the gyre began to slow.

“To know how to handle anything, Master Alexandra, we must first understand the history and context of what we are dealing with. It does not do to simply run in without any awareness of the state of affairs of our situation.”

Alex dismounted the gyre with a snarl, and knew Blinky and AAARRRGGHH were exchanging glances. The cuts on her shoulders and chest itched and pulled, there was an irritating hum just under her skin that she couldn’t shake, and she really just wanted to punch something. The fact that Blinky was right didn’t help, especially since he had just admonished her like a child.

They had been dropped off under the very same bridge Alex had used to discard Anglia’s personal effects, a glowing portal connecting the gyre trail to the outside. A quick, sickening pang echoed in her chest and she pushed it away, climbing up the wall and watching the various night-goers until it was clear.

Alexandra still carried the runestone that Blinky had bought to disable the cameras, and after sneaking over to the baths they quietly scaled the outside of the building.

The statues standing above the main pool eerily reminded Alexandra of the stone bodies of the fallen Hunters, and though they were beautiful to look at she avoided glancing at them. Blinky, oddly silent, seemed to know his way.

There was a clamor behind them, then a soft sigh and the flicker of a flashlight. Alexandra whirled around to see AAARRRGGHH holding an unconscious human guard, lifting him in the air by one ankle. AAARRRGGHH gave her a sheepish smile before he softly tucked the man against the railing and ate the flashlight. Alex’s nerves were still on edge as he quietly rumbled past her to follow Blinky down the stairs. She cursed herself and took after him, shaking herself to try and get rid of her shivers. She needed to calm the fuck down. She should have been on the lookout for a night-guard; she should have seen the man. They very nearly got caught because of her frazzled state of mind.

Blinky led them to a room with a deep, circular pool, one that Alex had glanced at but passed by. The water was pitch black but it shimmered with greens and golds from the nightlights. Blinky hopped over the glass barrier and passed his hand through the water. It came up dry.

“The pool is much deeper than it appears to humankind,” he said, turning behind him and obviously enjoying the looks in incredulity that Alex knew she and AAARRRGGHH were wearing. “In reality is it a local portal, leading to a pocket dimension of similar rooms. Come along, my friends.”

He stepped forward and disappeared into the pool without a splash. Alex swore and jumped over the barrier, following hot on his heels. She didn’t know if there were any goblins left guarding the area, or if the area had been trapped…

With a rush of an odd dark-light, she landed exactly where she had jumped, as if on solid ground, but in a different room, the rounded walls and engaged columns embedded with glowing gems and uncut crystals. A soft thundering made her scamper to the side before AAARRRGGHH landed nearly on top of her.

“Blinky be careful,” he murmured. Blinky, who was wrist-deep in several files of papers, nodded vigorously.

There was no troll slumped over the desk, nor a body hidden behind the clean lines of shelves and books, but the air had the unmistakable odor of troll blood.

How had Anglia done it, Alexandra wondered vaguely. Her knife? Her claws? She resisted the urge to scratch at her wounds, and thought about the woman’s very sharp and prominent teeth. Had she disposed of the body in the river just a few blocks down, or was it still hidden somewhere…

The tidy office was only sullied by a few loose papers scattered on the floor, and Blinky bent to pick them up.

“The stone was certainly here,” he murmured. “As was our contact. Although it seems…”

Two of his fingers trailed over a little spot of purple blood on a shelf, the wood cracked as if someone had been thrown against it. The rubbery scent of goblin lingered on the walls.

“…That she may be here no longer. We need to find out if her attackers managed to locate the stone, and whatever other information our contact may have possessed.”

They shuffled quietly about the small office, none of them willing to make too much noise. AAARRRGGHH took his time looking through the collection of texts on the back wall, while Blinky looked over the contacts’ papers. Alex busied herself engaging both nose and eyes, running her fingers over the roughened walls and examining the various artifacts and collections for clues, while her mind was damnably occupied elsewhere.

She hadn’t noticed the pool was deeper than it was supposed to be. Even in her human form, she could see the troll magic, and she hadn’t noticed the difference. How much else had she missed?

Her fingers dented the wooden lid of a decorated box, trying to jiggle the key without making too much of a noise, while trying to control her temper.

Really, she thought at the blasted thing. Really?

AAARRRGGHH took it from her when she put it down with deliberate care. She handed him the key. The box sounded empty anyway and she was utterly useless. Her nerves were frazzled and she couldn’t get rid of the hum under her skin, and her exhaustion was making it difficult to concentrate on their given task. The fact that AAARRRGGHH apparently could open the stupid little box with no complications didn’t help.

“Blinky…”

Alex turned at the tone of his voice. His back was to her, but she heard him drop the box. His arm began to shake, and she silently walked around him and took the stone out of his hand. Blinky came jogging up, looking ready to explode in excitement before he caught the stricken look on his companion’s face.

Alexandra retrieved the discarded box and replaced the stone, giving it to Blinky to stow in one of his pockets. To AAARRRGGHH she gave her scarf, when his eyes began to water. They left the office and the baths in silence.

AAARRRGGHH made a concerned grunt at the scratches on her shoulders as they anxiously waited in line for the London Bridge, but she waved him off with her best ‘comforting’ smile.

“Bit of a bar fight,” she said.

 Vendel did not take the news of his contact’s death well, and he was less than happy about having a piece of Killahead Bridge handed to him.

“I had hoped…” he’d murmured to himself, his form disappearing within the lit interior of the Hearthstone.

Alex left before Blinky could rally himself to make a motivational speech. Her bag and pockets were heavy with the books she had stolen from the Baths, and she dropped them on the bed to mix with Kanjigar’s collection, ignoring the call of the library.

There were a few people who called to her for help or advice on her way to the entrance to the market, and she quietly helped them settle their problems. After Blinky’s ‘Changeling’ clusterfuck many more of the denizens of Trollmarket were sympathetic and encouraging to her, and although she appreciated the rise in reputation the changeability of everyone’s opinion was rather disheartening. Less than a week ago the majority of Trollmarket thought her cowardly and unorthodox for letting Draal live, but here she was, advising a family on the best way to expand their living quarters for their newest child. It didn’t matter that she had no clue what she was talking about – they still asked. She couldn’t decide quite how she felt about it.

Noon was rising in the human world when she was, at length, allowed time to herself, and she walked to the museum with its warmth on her back. A brief stop in a tourist shop and the bathroom of an ice cream store lent her a decent disguise; she bought her museum ticket and wandered around with all the care of an careless art student.

It was amazing, really, exactly how much Nomura was able to get past the radar. The mural featuring boars with six eyes really caught Alex’s interest, as did several pieces of troll-made weaponry. Had nobody questioned these? Had Nomura somehow explained their oddities into the realms of benign eccentricity? Arcadia was a melting pot of ‘interesting’ characters and history – had it been on purpose?

The notion that Strickler, Nomura, Bular, and the hoard of goblins they kept were not alone as the only magical denizens of Arcadia made her shiver. Trollmarket was safe in its underground nest, but if Bular had an entire army hidden on the surface it did not mark well for the people living in the city.

goes up and tries to find out more about he Changeling community and plans;

although she’d known they were tracking down the pieces, she didn’t know they had actually found any and were building the bridge in Arcadia.

She regrets completely distancing herself from the Changeling community; she should have taken on a different identity, or kept in touch as someone else, or kept up her information. Now she has to guess on who is current with Bular and Strickler and who’s fallen by the wayside, because she’s not sure who she can safely impersonate in order to infiltrate.

Alexandra dutifully sketched everything that caught her eye, aimlessly perambulating around the museum until she reached the exhibits that were under construction. There was a sign, but no door, no rope, which seemed hopelessly easy; either Nomura was that confident about nobody seeing anything, or she had lost a few brain cells since the last time Alex had seen her. Either way, it was broad daylight, and Alexandra took the opening.

She scampered up to a half-finished Viking exhibit, looking under her lashes at the rest of the room while she sketched it. It was rather empty, a little messy, but although there was no gigantic bridge there was a distinct tinge of goblin, and perhaps the tingling remnant of magic. Boxes were piled against one wall and Alex carelessly ambled over to them, adding a little shading to her drawing of the Viking ship’s prow. Every box was sealed, and she dared not try and pry one open.

Around the corner of the room were yet more boxes, some of them quite sizeable. Magic lingered in the air.

A very soft, deep breathing echoed through the space, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Where did Bular stay during the day?

“Hey!” Alex spun around, clutching her drawing pad to her chest. Nomura grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close.

“I don’t believe you belong in this part of the museum, miss.”

“B-but my thesis,” Alex whimpered, showing her the drawing with shaking hands.

“I just need a few more minutes – “

“Out.”

Nomura quickly but quietly steered her to the exit, pushing her none-too-gently to the public parts of the museum.

“Are you the curator? Can I come back? I just need another look at the detail work that’sreallyallIask – “

“That part of the museum is closed,” Nomura hissed, releasing Alex’s shoulder with a firm shove. She took a deep inhale and seemed to calm a bit. Alexandra smoothed her hair and glasses, her eyes wide and glassy.

“Please – “

“It will be open to the public next season.”

Nomura’s tone brook no argument, and Alex left in a flurry of tears and muttered curses. She didn’t stop walking until she was far into the town, where she ducked into a bank and removed her disguise in the bathroom. Sketchpad, glasses, and lacy overshirt were dumped in the trash, and she pulled her hair into a tight bun before washing off as much makeup as she could. From art student to shabby woman, with a blocky, angular face, a little too tall and far too toothy. She exited the bank with a carefree air, and the goblin that she spotted in the bushes didn’t give her a second glance.

  One of the things she had learned early on was to never think while playing a part. If she had dwelled on her worry about being caught, or her regret about never establishing an identity in the Changeling echelons, or her questions about the current hierarchy in the ranks, she would never have gotten far. But back in Trollmarket she could dwell, and dwell she did.

She heavily regret never constructing a new identity for herself, one that she could merge into the community of Changelings around the world. She had cut herself off as a safety measure as soon as she could, but now she didn’t know who ranked what, who was where, who was even alive or dead or available for her to impersonate. If she had stayed, if she had made herself into someone important, she could have gathered so much more information, been privy to so many more secrets. The Changeling community was not exactly close-knit, every one of them being suspicious bastards, but knowing who was dead or not was extremely easy to confirm, making impersonation a rather difficult and convoluted job. She would have to first find another Changeling, then learn where they ranked, then learn who knew of their current appearance and location, then find a way to incapacitate them long enough for her to impersonate...simple spying would be easier.

Stricklander had always been one of the highest in the community, but Nomura had not. Alexandra remembered her from the Darklands, a mere trainer to those who had survived to be strong enough to carry a weapon. Now she was in Arcadia, housing the son of Gunmar in her museum. Did she outrank Stricklander now, or were they equals? Half of the time it depended on Bular or Gunmar’s mood, anyway.

She seemed to have control of the goblins in any case, unless wherever Stricklander was based simply didn’t have the room. But she was housing Bular…

Alex hadn’t seen any sign of a reconstructed bridge, although she hadn’t examined the contents of all of those boxes, but she knew what magic felt like and there was some strong magic going on in the museum. That, and the fact that Bular had his minions looking for pieces of the Bridge, was more than enough for her to reason that they were actually under construction, or at least had the material gathered in preparation for.

But before she went to Blinky with her suspicions, she needed to do a little research.

She bought a small dinner and tea, and wandered back to Kanjigar’s quarters. What had been fed to her in the Darklands about the Bridge and its history and magic was, much like Gunmar’s origin, probably twisted and misconstrued for propaganda.

Troll Bridges Across the European Continent, The Final Days: an account of the victory of Deya the Deliverer, and Historical Magical Artifacts all looked promising, and Alex hauled them from Kanjigar’s shelves for perusal. The activity of Trollmarket was a distant buzz in the far reaches of the cavern where the former Hunter’s quarters were located, and the business of her thoughts quieted some in the peace.

Her destroyed eye ached, and when she rubbed at it she noticed that the shivering hum in her chest was gone. The thrum of the Heartstone had replaced it without her noticing.

An hour, two geographical texts, and one Welsh troll census later, she found the location of the Heartstone that was located under Wales, where she had been born. Less than a hundred miles away from Bath, underneath the Vale of Neath and the Craig y Ddinas, the Dinas Rock, found within.

Her heartstone, which she had not felt for centuries, had been thrumming in her blood, and she hadn’t realized until she was across the damn ocean.

She’d been less than a hundred miles from her birthplace. From the place where she had been taken. From where she never had visited, nor had thought she would ever visit.

The Bridge conspiracy can wait an hour.

Blinky had several volumes in his library featuring the names and births of trolls all over the world; he was one of many record-keepers. Alex marched into his library and took every record-book written between the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries before combing through Kanjigar’s own records and books.

Within twenty minutes she was neck-deep in Arthurian legend and Welsh mythology, and after four hours was taking shaky notes with both right hands, listing comparisons between myths and checking story against story.

Her eyes began to itch and droop after several hours of reading, but she found something in the third volume of genealogies belonging to Welsh trolls and their families. Most of the lines were long dead, though a few still remained around her original Hearthstone. There had been a mass egress of trolls from the British Heartstones and although there were a few records missing during the time of the migration, Alex managed to find a record of her birth family.

She wanted to throw something.

“Lineage of Daghildr the Dangerous, born 1343, died 1630.

Born app. 1050. Daughter of Dara, daughter of Drysi, and Finnyr, son of Ormr. Died 1678.

Children by Rollo, son of Seneca: Nerthuz Alexius, born app. 1338

Grandchildren by Gruffudd, son of Drusus: Blodwen Alexius, born app. 1629, died 1645; Volundr Alexius, born app. 1647, died 1802.”

And there she was. A single, incorrect entry, next to a brother she’d never known about.

Alexandra put down her pencil before she snapped it.

They’d written her off as dead.

Logically, she knew it was expected; not one entry, in any of the books, had logged a child down as ‘stolen by Gumm-Gumms’, but still. They marked her as dead, and to them, she was as good as.

She wondered very much how the many-armed Trollhunter had felt while seeing Alexandra in the Void, knowing that she was a Changeling and a member of her sister tribe.

Alexandra turned the page, and kept reading. The Trollhunter had given no indication, had offered no greeting. She’d probably never met Alexandra, even with the low birth rate of trolls, so one missing child from a different clan wouldn’t have…

…

…She picked up a different book.

I am not going to think about this.

Her mother was still alive, probably her father as well.

I am not going to think about this.

She wondered if her brother had been taken as well. She wondered if he was one of the Changed children too weak to survive or too slow or killed for sport or if she had killed him in competition or –

She was not going to think about this!

Alexandra threw the book across the room, vellum pages tearing free and scattering through the air.

Fuck them! Fuck all of them!

Hundreds of years of Trollhunters’ families littered the floor, and she had to refrain herself from going over and stomping on them, for all the good it would do.

“FUCK them!”

She remembered her family. In the aftermath of the war and the wake of the trolls’ sudden migration, protocols had been overlooked, rules had been ignored; Alex had been taken too late, assigned too early, given to a human family that was poorly-researched and sent in with minimal training. Most whelps were taken as infants, rarely over ten years old, when they were the most impressionable and more likely to forget their families. Alex had been small for her age and was taken too late. She remembered her family. She’d had time.

And they had written her off as dead. She was a shame to them the moment she was taken.

Like it was her goddamn fault. ..

Fervently she scanned through tomes and scrolls, barely taking anything in in her attempt to distract herself. Her lantern gently fluttered the walls with shadows as she absently re-arranged the bookshelves in order of color, glancing through anything with an interesting cover.

“…destroyer of the storm-sun,

beloved follower of the seeress…”

Kanjigar hadn’t marked her name down on his list of children stolen to the Darklands. Had she simply been overlooked? Had her family lied about what happened to her?

“…the seeds of Foeniculum vulgare are known to relieve ills of the stomach…”

How dare they write her off, as if she had done something shameful. Did they even mourn her? And what had killed off her brother? Had he been taken as well? Would she have met him in the Darklands, fought him, killed him…

“…None best the mighty power of she

To the Myrddin jewel beholden…”

She was the goddamn Trollhunter now. It didn’t matter now what they thought of her. Good or bad, she had ascended to the ‘highest of offices’, as Blinky said, had tricked her way into Trollmarket, had wounded the son of Gunmar…

“…And changed limb and form for war…”

Not a single GODdamn person was going to tell her that she wasn’t worthy when she had the amulet pulsing in her pocket, and she would be damned before she let anybody else throw her away like a dirty secret and

Wait

What…was that?

Alex re-opened the book she was shelving and slowly turned the pages, the light of her amulet translating the languages until she found what had caught her eye.

“Through stars and smoke lay many warriors slain

And haunting spirits’ cries all of stone and crystal shook

But fairest bane to darkest evil smote

And to her husband struck a mortal blow.

None best the mighty power of she

To the Myrddin gem beholden

In deadly light of day fearlessly strode the queen

And with dark arts changed limb and form for war.

Oh

OH…!

Alex spent a very long time reading and re-reading the Eddaic poems, and then ten minutes laying on Kanjigar’s nest, laughing until she ached and cried.

Deya the Deliverer had been a Changeling.

And absolutely no one knew.

  A/N: YOU WANT BACK-ALLEY MURDER, YOU GET BACK-ALLEY MURDER! Honestly I was just too tired to write it when I posted last time, so here it is today.

I love my job, but it’s damn exhausting, especially since we’ve only got two techs, including myself. Working nine days at a time is the norm, but we’ve had a couple of two- or three-week stretches without days off. It’s getting better now that we’re using different medications and we’re not managing the seizure of two thousand neglected animals, but I could barely keep awake today. It’s funny because I also can’t bring myself to sleep. I’m going to get less than four hours at the time of typing this and I CANNOT STOP. Why do I do this. Why do I do this. So if this chapter has a note of exhaustion, that’s why.

Take note that this is the first time Alex is being nice to Blinky without an ulterior motive.

Update: We finally got a new tech and the hurricane really cleared us out, but it’s, it’s, I’m sorry. I’m tired and I think I finally just got sick of having this chapter being unfinished. So this chapter was written out of pure spite. I wonder if that reflects in the writing. I’m so done with this chapter. I hope it’s alright because I’m just spitting it out and don’t want to see its face again for another bloody month.

I was going to have Alex be the granddaughter of the many-armed Trollhunter, but that would have been too neat, too nice. I want her to have this thing because she’s destined for it, not because it’s her destiny as the granddaughter of a Trollhunter or some-such.

Some of the poetry is taken out of the Prose Edda book Skáldskaparmál, which I literally just got straight off of Wikipedia. I had such a bitch time writing that damn poem so I hope it sounds okay.

The ‘art student’ disguise is a homage to xerios’s fanfic Burning Bridges, which can be found on AO3 and is super good. As a former art student I can actually say that we can get away with a lot of shit if you just bring a camera or a sketchpad.

And I’m just going to point out that the name ‘Deya’ means ‘destroyer of her husband’. Make of that what you will.

[ohnohetaliasues]

Ahkira Amor Jackson (AoT)

(Kat)

Yeah, so I have some fan frazzled nerves. I just rewatched season one with my sister, and now we’re gonna do season two. But I have a few mary sues I’ve found and would like to review. (Update: I finished the anime and am now reading the manga.)

Oh god her titan design is killing me.

Also, her hair is much too long, and no bows allowed. If she’s in the scouting legion, Levi would take one look and tell her to take it off. 

Also, why does she have heterochromia in her titan form? Someone please tell me.

Name:  Ahkira Amor Jackson

Meaning: Amor- love.  Ahkira- bright, intelligent, or clear.

Okay, why is her name Asian? Asian people are almost extinct in the AoT universe.

Nickname(s): ki-ki, Love, shorty, short-stack. Age: 24 Gender: female Species: human (shifter)

I just started this review and I’m already tired of it.

Birthplace: wall sina, orvud district Current Residence: underground. (Explination in history)

This is going to be a Levi copy isn’t it?

Sexual Orientation: straight Relationship Status: single

Well, at least she isn’t shipped with Levi. 

Language(s) spoken: english Life-Long Dream: to see the ocean

That is so cliche I can’t even.

Goal(s): save humanity, get married, family Like(s): drawing, dancing around, juice (prefers apple) hanging with friends, helping erwin, hangi, levi, riding her horse, exploring outside (HQ), loves animals.

This just comes off as bland...

Dislike(s): the MPs,

Oh come on, nobody likes them.

 wall sina (the civilians) and the king, paperwork, being picked on b/c of her height, levi making her clean.

Levi does that to everyone. Don’t expect special treatment.

Bad Habit(s): twirling her hair in her fingers, falling asleep doing paperwork.

Only one of those habits is bad, and it isn’t even that bad.

Hobbies: drawing, helping out.

Helping out isn’t really a hobby.

Fear(s): losing her squad and friends, humanity losing 

BLAND.

Personality: sweet, generous, short tempered, can be serious at times when necessary, silly, abit oblivious.

All of this is kind of irrelevant, and won’t matter as soon as we get to the tragic history.

Weight: 126 lbs Hair style: (mostly down) long soft volumious curls, bangs are side swept

No. In AoT, girls either have short hair of they wear their hair back. Think Sasha, Hanji and Annie.

Hair Color: dark brown Eye Color: sky blue Skin Tone: fairly tan Body Shape/Build: slim, think thighs

I’d imagine muscular or lean, seeing as she’s a soldier.

Birth Marks: none

Everyone has birthmarks. I have one on my toe, scalp (covered by my hair), and one on my inner thigh.

Scar(s): 2 down her shoulder blades, cut scars on wrists and thighs (barely visible)

Just... What are those scars from? And self-harm does not make your OC edgy or cool. It isn’t something to joke about, either. 

Other: always wearing her blue bow

No. Hair accessories are a no in AoT. They get in the way.

Health- Memory (any issues with this?): none Sight (do you need glasses?): no Mental (Any problems? Example: depression): depression (comes back every once in awhile)

Yeah, depression isn’t something that makes you cool either. It ruins lives. I have experience, so I know firsthand how horrible depression is. It makes you miserable. Anyone else who has it will agree with me. Also, depression isn’t something that comes and goes. It can be suppressed by medicine though. 

Physical (Do you take care of your body or harm it? Also include injuries): used to be self harmer in her underground days

Wow. I've run out of things to say about this. 

Other than the fact that my point stands. 

Sleep patterns (how you sleep and how much rest do you get?): enough, takes naps when able to Allergies/Other: none

Blandddddd.

Abilities/Statistics (1- lowly skilled, 10- highly skilled and tell why)-

3D Maneuvering Gear: 10 (father taught her)

That isn’t how that works. An ordinary person couldn’t just teach someone how to use the 3DMG. You have to recieve special military training.

Well, then there’s Levi, but he stole it in the No Regrets series. Another option is if her father stole it. I dunno, but I think the problem here is pretty clear.

Intelligence: 7 Martial Arts: 10 (father trained her)

Okay, was her father a soldier? Are are you trying to pull an Annie on me?

Battle Skill: 10 

Tell me why?

Agility: 9 Strategy: 8 Teamwork: 9 Passion: 8

TELL ME WHY ALL OF THESE ARE UNREALISTICALLY HIGH? THEY ARE AS UNREALISTIC AS REICHERU’S BREAST SIZE.

Affiliation: survey corps

Of freaking course.

Rank: Lieutenant/squad leader

Do it for my sake.

Status: Alive

Titan Shifter- Title: crystal titan

I’m dying here.

Appearance (try to touch on everything included in Appearance): full body in skin, arms  up to shoulder are covered in markings in flesh ( markings are actually her tattoos that are covered under her sleeves ) left eye is icy blue, right eye; white/sclera is black, her iris is red.

NO.

NO.NONONOJHJVUKJHDVFUKAEDGFUYEDGYFSFGEFWGEFEEFGFJGFJHGDGHGFSJHDGFJFSGDHJJHGDFSSHGFAJDHGFJSDNO

TITANS LOOK LIKE THIS: 

NOT THE FREAK OF NATURE JUST DESCRIBED TO ME.

On her fore head is crystals (in this formation 

www.google.com/search?q=head+j… ). Crystals ( shaped like thiswww.google.com/search?q=crysta…) or on top on shoulders and back of elbows. Long crystal claw like fingernails. The nape of her neck is protected by crystals. Mouth is closed shut (opens when she roars or rip other titans with apart with her mouth.) 2 long sharp k9’s are shown on lower jaw 2 smaller k9s shown on top jaw. Her hair is flowy 

What class Titan (15m, etc.): 12m Transformation caused by….:  when amulet is ripped off (www.google.com/search?q=amulet…) {still havent drawn it on her.}

Titan transformation is caused by pain.

Do your research.

Also, jewelry isn’t worn in AoT by soldiers. 

Did you have previous knowledge of being able to change?: yes If yes, how did you find out?: she was helping her mother cut vegetables and she cut her finger, the cut crystalized then seconds later was healed. Started learning more and more later on as she grew older.

How... How does that tell her she can transform?

How well can you control it?: can transform at will. ( full control )

I am so freaking done.

Relationships- Parent(s): very close to mother, was close to father. Both dead

The E D G E

Sibling(s): none Love Interest: levi

IT

IS

ALWAYS

LEVI

STOP

I ACTUALLY GROANED OUT LOUD. 

Best Friend(s): levi, erwin, hangi, eren, jean, mike 

She’s best friends with Erwin, the commander?

Also, it’s either Hange or Hanji. Not a hodgepodge of the two.

Friend(s): isabel, farlan (underground days)  mostly all of 104 trainee  graduates,

Haha, no. Those were Levi’s friends. Not this Mary sue’s. End of story.

I have 0% patience left. 

 squad levi, 

Only the soldiers who are handpicked by Levi himself get to join this squad. The soldiers in the Levi Squad are elite as they come. This OC is many things, but elite isn’t one of them.

(her squad -derek, lillian, thomas, 

Thomas is dead.

james, christian.)

Quote(s): im not scared of anything in this world, except insanity.

History/Life: Ahkira had a fairly good childhood, until she lost her mom. When she was 5 her mother became very ill, after a few months her mother passed away and both her and her father were crushed. Her father was a former squad leader in the survey corps then soon left after his child was born (ahkira).

You... can’t just quit. Abandonment is punishable by death. 

 Her father became more cold and distant from her after the lost of her mother

The father is a jerk, then.

, he started drinking heavily and using drugs, after a month he became violent towards ahkira blaming her for Priscillas (mother) death.

How is this her fault?

 This went on for 2 years, one night ahkira was crying in her room w bruises covering her arms and legs, she sat in the corner of her bed crying into her teddy bear her mom got her for her 3rd birthday.

CHILD ABUSE ISN’T EDGY EITHER!

Ahkira quietly came in dragging her fathers old 3dmg sword. At this point her right blue eye was crimson red.

She went up behind him and stabbed him straight in the back piercing through the front. 

THAT ISN’T NORMAL THREE-YEAR-OLD BEHAVIOR. 

After that she took the 3dmg packed a few clothes and left. She somehow ended up going into the underground, where she became known as ‘the little girl with blades’. As she became older she was known as the queen of the underground b/c of her 2 mismatched eyes

THIS IS NOT TOKYO GHOUL. 

(was only like that in her underground days) and of her record of murders. 

Why would the Survey Corps let a psychopathic murderer onto their team?  The answer is: They wouldn’t.

At the age of 15 she met levi  and farlan. 

Use capital letters, dang it. It’s *Levi and *Farlan.

They became close friends after awhile and she soon became close to isabel when she joined.

Please tell me it’s almost over. 

 A year later ahkira left to join the survey corps. It wasnt easy, levi was hurt and pretty upset that she wanted to leave, after arguing and having a fist fight which was a draw he let her go. 

Why... would Levi care?

She ran into erwin who was on a search looking for her, with out any resistance she willingly went with them to the survey corps, 2-3 years later she went up in ranks to lieutenant. Her whole personality changed back to the way it used to be when she was little and her right eye turned back to the original color.

This... Do your research for the AoT fandom. Do you even watch the anime? Read the Manga? Titans don’t have long hair, Heterochromia isn’t a thing in AoT. Just... No.  I have nothing left to say.

~Kat