Post by Bertholdt Fubar on Oct 1, 2013 23:27:52 GMT
その日人類は思い出したXXXヤツらに支配されていた恐怖をXXX鳥籠の中に囚われていた屈辱を On that day, mankind received a grim reminder... Bertholdt Fubar Age: Sixteen Gender: Male Ethnicity: Wall Maria Rank: Cadet Birthday: December 30 Physical Appearance: Bertholdt Fubar is more than well-known for one particular feature: his height. The boy, only 16 and not full-grown, already stands at 192cm. That's roughly 6'3.6". Tall, right? And being that he's still so young, there's still a chance of more growth. This somewhat frightens the poor boy who's already towering over nearly everyone he knows. Bertholdt constantly claims he doesn't want to get any taller than he is, now, lest the jokes really never cease. With a lanky build he weighs in around 81kg. A good weight for someone of his proportions, really. While most everything about him tends to deplete his speed, he's actually stronger than most people might assume. Standing next to Reiner, however, might make him seem more like a wet noodle than a strong defense, though. Bertholdt is fairly well-known, aside from his height, for his tendency to sweat. He gets teased quite a lot for it, but there is a simple explanation: Bertholdt is like a perpetual heater. Especially when sleeping! Great for cold nights, but otherwise he tends to get overheated a lot and sweats. It really doesn't bother him that much, now, but he also sweats when he gets nervous. A normal reaction, right? He's just constantly nervous, really. Aside from this, no apparent scars, piercings, or other markings on his body. It's… almost as if he never gets hurt! But surely that can't be the case. Now, unbeknownst to most, Bertholdt has another appearance… In the form of the monster known as the "Colossal Titan". This rare 60m titan has great strength, but slow reflexes. He can also produce massive amounts of heat from his body, building up steam and creating a pressure that tends to blow humans away. He is a skinless titan, showing only his muscles. His eyes are set rather deep into his skull, making them difficult to see, sometimes. While he is easy to maneuver about with 3DMG, he can disappear and reappear in an instant. Bertholdt's talent with this makes him a very difficult opponent to deal with, being able to even transform only certain parts of his body. Distinguishing Features: height and the incessant sweating. Personality: Fear is a rather compelling component made up of pieces of doubt, shards of uncertainty, and copious amounts of the unknown. We are driven by it, we try and live sheltered from it, and we tend to drive away that which does not fit into what we have come to know on our own. Our own beliefs and experiences build walls of their own without us knowing, shielding us against anything frightening. And so when they do not understand… When they see us only as the enemy, what are we to do? Where do we turn? When we know too much, why is it that we become so alienated that we fall into it, again… Into fear. Because man was not designed to be alone. Socially we are normal. Morally we know what we must do. What must be done. But we are alone in this, biting back the overwhelming anxiety as we sit across from those we have come to care for. From those for whom we feel concern. "Was it all a lie?!" No… "When we all pledged to survive…" No. "When we said we’d all live to become old men, and drink together…" … "All of that… Was it all a lie?" "Well?!" Have you ever done something for the sake of something you know is right? Or, perhaps, to protect others from what they do not understand? Have you ever let something happen knowing it would hurt them, but it was a lesson that had to be learned? Fuck that. Fear is a compelling component designed for both those who know and those who do not. It is comprised of seeded distrust, nurtured by separation from fact, and it is nothing more than a weed that chokes out the life of a once beautiful garden made of that which humanity requires to survive. Freedom. Family. Friends. Please do not think me the bad man… Nor my companions. "Who do you think actually wants to kill people?!!" Not me. "Who likes doing something like this!?" I hate it. "Who do you think wants to do this!" Please don’t say our names… We are stuck swimming in a pool of our own regret… Past transgressions we know will never be forgiven, drowning in our own mistakes. What else are we to do but move forward? We fear death as much as the next person. Nobody wants to die. Everyone fears death. Every fear ends in death. Death is the result of our fears coming to reality. "Not everything was a lie!" Please forgive us… But there is something you do not yet know about me… about us that I am begging you to listen to! Do not block me out because you do not understand! I am dying listening to your words calling out to me, but I cannot answer honestly! There is more to it than just this! Than me! Us! Is it because we know more? Or because you do not know enough? Whatever the case… Fear is a compelling component we do not fully understand… So give us strength, as comrades, to demolish that which binds us. Build us up before you so readily tear us down. Bertholdt Fubar is a kind-hearted soul. To say he does not hold a shred of care would be to brush aside his constant fretting over others. He can be considered something of a more quiet big brother. He does not shine outwardly like Reiner, but he has his own qualities that make him valuable as an ally. Many might note that he has a sort of nervous sweating condition... He has a lot on his mind, to say the least. He is plagued with the constant thoughts of his "mission", often looking about over the others he has come to know and wondering how they will get along with one another. Bertholdt has also come to fall victim to nightmares... Continuous memories and future predictions that his warped mind imagines in his sleep, showing all too vividly what he hates most... But Bertholdt is the sort to do what he says he will. He is loyal to a fault, perhaps, though tries to focus solely on the two allies he's come close to; Reiner and Annie. Reiner more so for the fact that they have been together for so long. He is a good person at heart... truly... But complications prevent him from showing his true potential. His awkward, almost timid nature make him easy prey for subtle words, regardless if they are meant to hurt or not. Just don't assume he is some cold-blooded killer... There is more to this boy than most realize, and even he has a breaking point. History: Likes: • making friends • Annie & Reiner • the outdoors • dreamless sleep • his home Dislikes: • being called out for his height • hurting others • being used as a weather predictor • lying • sleeping (frequent nightmares) Strengths: • titan shifting • lying • combat • determination Weaknesses: • low self-esteem • soft heart • loyalty • leadership skills Fears: • hurting his friends from the squad • failing his mission Quirks: • sweats when nervous • moving around in his sleep (due to nightmares) Skillset: Physical Strength: 9 Intelligence: 6 Teamwork: 9 Confidence: 2 Agility: 4 Roleplay Sample: [Taken from a modern!AU where Bertl and Reiner are two homeless bros, Bertl has a turtle named Berik, and he, Reiner, and Annie put Marco into a coma and injured Jean badly.] “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Nothing eased the pain. No words, no outstretched hands waving them to stop, and certainly no spilled blood. He was completely at their mercy with nothing left to do but curl up and try to protect the only valuable thing on his person: the tiny snapping turtle hidden in the box in his bag. "Show us what’s in the bag, giant!" "We wanna see! Open it up!" He could stand the hitting. Fists were nothing. It was when they managed to get him onto the ground and stepped on him that it hurt… More emotionally than physically. It was really all just allowing terrible memories to flood back in of a time before Reiner. "Open the fucking bag, you walking flood! Come on!" The laughter hurt just as much. Bertholdt just kept himself curled around the bag protectively, despite the tugging and the hitting and the kicking. He just had to protect Berik. He couldn’t do things like protecting Reiner or Annie… But this little turtle was something he could at least care for. "Oi!" He practically jumped at the sudden noise, but was still not ready to lift up his head to see who his savior might have been… Even if it was just for a moment. Now the pain could really set in. He listened to the shuffling of feet, the cracking of jaws with each hit, the grunts, huffs, and insults before finally most of the people previously there had run away… And it was at a certain name that Bertholdt momentarily tightened his little ball of fear just a tiny bit more. Bertholdt chanced a look however, right as Jean seemed to look at him and realize who he was. He took in a sharp breath, tensing up as if he were ready for the other to jump right at him and tear him to shreds… But only words came out. "It's you, bastard." “I-It’s me…” Bertholdt looked back down before remembering what was important: the contents of his bag. He quickly opened it up to peer inside, sighing with relief. Berik was busy eating his freaking lettuce. His body seemed to finally ease up at this, reaching up to wipe at his brow… which was bleeding. He was actually covered in cuts and bruises, now, though nothing particularly severe. No broken bones or deep gashes. He’d just gotten roughed up by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was his luck, generally, when he was away from Reiner or Annie. “… T-Thank… you…” He choked out the words, looking back up worriedly." Additional Information (OOC): Name/Nickname: Eli Time Zone: GMT6- Central Contact Info: Introduce yourself: Hnngggggg Have you read the rules? "WIR SIND DIE JEAGER UND SIE SIND DAS ESSEN." ...we lived in fear of the Titans and were disgraced to exist in these cages we called walls. |
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