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IC / I'll be your savior [Rosto]
« on: March 14, 2018, 08:30:02 PM »
Early 840

With a head tilted towards the main street that led to the market, the young boy listened for the sound of shuffling feet or voices growing closer- the loaf of bread clutched tight to his chest - but he did not hear anything. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Kieran slumped against a stone wall, sliding slowly down it until he sat on the unpaved ground.  For a moment, he was sure a soldier was going to round the corner and lock him away for stealing a measly loaf of bread. That is what papa told him happened to boys who stole things, but he was just so hungry. The pangs of hunger clawed at his stomach like a beast trying to get out, and like a beast, his stomach's growls were deep and guttural. 

It had been two days since he ate last and several more days since he had roof over his head and a comfortable bed to call his own. His papa was no longer here to lecture him on good and bad; right and wrong. No. He was gone, his body nothing but ashes now.

Kieran was all alone.

No longer able to handle the pain, he caved and swiped a loaf of bread when the stall owner was not looking, and now, he sat on the ground, his stomach growling as if commanding him to eat the stolen prize. Licking his lips, the boy's eyes widened in delight as he lifted the loaf and sunk his teeth into his prize, the crust crackling and breaking as he tore into it, ripping a chunk off in one swift, animal-like movement. Closing his lids, Kieran leaned his head back against the wall, savoring the taste of the first bite.

"Oy, what do you think you are doing?"

Snapping his eyes open, Kieran scrambled up to his feet. Once again clutching his bread close to his chest, he swallowed his bite with a gulp, his eyes wide with fear, frantically looking between the two boys who blocked his only exit.

"I..I..was h...hungry" 

"You think we care if yer hungry? This is our street. We can' be havin' the likes of you ruinin' our spot." The boys, older and much bigger than him began moving closer, causing Kieran to back further into the alley. Into the darkness where a passerby would less likely notice the beating. "Yeah, 'pose we need to teach 'u a lesson..." They grinned as they approached, a look of pleasure filling their eyes as Kieran's felt his back hit another stone wall. He reached the end.

"P...please take it back. I  won't do it..." His words were cut off as knee found his stomach causing the bread to fall from his hands as he doubled over.

Why was this happening? All he wanted was a bite to eat...Why?

Year: 845 

The streets called out to Kieran like a siren's song,  tempting him to forget this place and seek out his kind: the slums of humanity.  He itched to return to where he felt at home and welcomed for what he truly was.  Despite the temptation,  Kieran did not answer the call, as the streets could no longer be his refuge.  At least, not while Rosto lived and breathed.

That rat.

He had been stripped of everything he had ever cared for.  He had no home or family. Alone in this curst world, Kieran learned it was better this way.  People like him didn't get to have friends and family, and anyone who says otherwise is a fool blinded by the illusion of happiness. So now he would have to call this place his home, despite every inch of his being hating it. Groomed to despise the very thing he was training to become, Kieran struggled to adjust to his new life. For one, he did not fare well with authority, which found him at odds with his instructors.

Even though he raised his heckles, Kieran knew it was unwise to bite the hand that determined his fate.  They tolerated the trouble he created, but if he were deemed too wild to train, he'd wash out. Surely then, he'd be put out of his misery.

He could not wash out.

"Pair up!" A voice boomed throughout the yard, ensuring that all the cadets heard the instructions. Cadets moved swiftly to find a partner, most choosing to team up with those they had befriended in days prior.  A blonde haired cadet approached him. "Um...will you be my partner?"  The cadet clasped his hands together,  thumbs fiddling as he spoke,  his meek eyes, incapable of finding  Kieran's own, cast downwards towards his boots.


Kieran rejected the boy, his blue eyes filled with an unwarranted coldness. "No. You ain't worth the effort." With nothing else to say, he turned,  with all intention of eluding training, and walked away "But..but" the cadet's weak voice trailed behind Kieran, but he paid no mind to it.  This was a waste of time. Time spent out of the streets had taught him all he needed to know about hand to hand combat, he did not need to relearn how to fight against another human being.  A laugh rolled from his lips at the idea they could teach him something the streets could not.


Trackers & Development / Kieran's Tracker
« on: February 17, 2018, 10:48:07 AM »

Active Threads

I'll be your savior
Rosto  || Quinta District, Wall Maria || Early 840

First Encounters & Lasting Impressions 
Axel || Training grounds || Year 845

Incy Wincy Spider
Struna || Trost District, Wall Rose || Autumn, 845

Ragtag Rogues

Nack,Ymir, Leo & Evony || Near Krolva District, Wall Rose || June 846

Test of Mettle
Farran  || Utopia District, Wall Rose || April, 847

Team Five: Battlefield Medics - Utopia event
Ymir, Krista || Utopia District, Wall Rose || 847

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Practice Makes Perfect

Evony || Krolva District, Wall Rose ||  846
Relationships WIP

Wanted Ads / The Past is Never Dead
« on: February 17, 2018, 05:47:05 AM »

   16 || Civilian || Old Friend || Kind || Rosto's pawn || FC (suggested): Tsubame - Karneval or Enri Emmot - Overlord 

So this is Flory, she and Kieran pretty much grew up together. Their families' farms were a few miles outside of Quinta District. I don't have much set in stone, except that she moved away around the age of 9 because her family lost their farm. I'd like her to have ended up somewhere behind Wall Rose. Anyways, shortly after Flory moved, Kieran's parents died, leaving him to fend for himself on the streets of Quinta, so all communication would have been lost between the two. You can check out Kieran's app for more information. 

Back in Quinta, Rosto employed young children to do a lot of his dirty work and shipped them off to factories in the Industrial City when they got too old. Kieran was one of his kids who worked the streets for him.  Rosto is trying to step up his game, having established connections in Wall Sina.  My idea for Flory is that somehow she gets involved with Rosto - informant working in a noble's house perhaps? - which would get Kieran involved with Rosto again. I'd love to hash out any ideas over PM or discord, so don't be afraid to hit me up.

Cadets / More Trouble Than It's Worth
« on: February 13, 2018, 05:50:20 PM »
Kieran Ashmiller

15 || Cold || Former Thief || Quinta District 

Kieran is a former thief from Quinta and was associated with an organized crime ring of sorts (there is totally a better way to explain it). Not only did he steal from people on the streets, but he broke into homes, and even assisted Rosto (his shady boss man) with forging some letters. Kieran barely escaped Quinta, no thanks to Rosto, and was brought to Trost by the Survey Corps. Anyways, he was conscripted to the military and overall is a grumpy, pessimistic loner who just wants to get through his training.   

He is more than likely going to join the Garrison.

I hope to develop him so that 847 Kieran has a slightly different outlook than 845 Kieran. He is going to be facing a difficult decision when Rosto comes back into his life.


Kieran doesn't have friends and he wants to keep it that way. He is cold, distant and rude for a reason. If you do crack open his hard exterior, he'd still not admit to having friends.


Kieran is good at this.  He calls it as he sees it, regardless if it hurts feelings or not, so I imagine he has told a few cadets that they were stupid, weak, annoying, etc. He tends to butt heads with authority, so he finds himself in trouble quite often.


Considering that Kieran tends to puff up and lash out anytime he is shown affection, I think romance will be hard to come by, not to mention he isn't really making the effort to be on friendly terms with his fellow cadets. He is uncomfortable with people being close to people, so it would be quite the undertaking to form any kind of romantic relationship. 

Thread ideas

-Busting Kieran for trying to sneak out at night
-Butting heads with him
-Kieran gets hurts and has to be carried back to the training grounds...so much embarrassment.
-Catch him reading and try to connect over that
-Witness his sad attempt to ride a horse - he hates those stinkin animals.
-More to come later.

Cadets / Kieran Ashmiller
« on: February 08, 2018, 01:41:21 AM »

NAME:  Kieran Ashmiller
DATE OF BIRTH AND AGE (AS OF YEAR 845):  November 30th, 830 (15)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Quinta District
GENDER:   Male
FACE CLAIM:  Gareki from Karneval


Throughout most of his life, Kiera was considered small for his age, which always made him appear than he really was. Standing at 5’4”, he is a couple inches shy of his adult height. Black locks, that always seem to fall into his blue eyes, are a stark contrast against alabaster skin. Nestled into his messy locks are a pair of goggles that once belonged to one of his brothers.  Never being the one to tan, hours spent out in the sun always paints his skin pink, only to have it wash away after a few days. 

His muscles are toned from years of running from the military police and fighting for the right to eat and sleep. His knuckles are scarred from fighting and other memoirs from his thieving days can be found on his torso and back. A small R tattoo can be found on his left wrist, which Kieran wraps on a daily basis as not to draw attention to it.


Kieran used to see the world as a beautiful place, of hope and wonder, but the hand he was dealt hardened him. The world was not beautiful - it was ugly. Thanks to life on Quinta's streets the world in Kieran's eyes is painted in black and white. You are either strong or weak,  a good human or scum, dealt a good hand or shit hand. Little does Kieran know that since joining the Training Corps, a grey area has tainted his black and white view of the world, making him question things he hasn't questioned in a long time.

Kieran does not trust others easily and is uncomfortable with the idea of becoming close to someone. Some of this discomfort is caused by the fact that those in his life always seem to disappear, and Rosto's betrayal sealed the gate that used to allow others in.

Kieran is cold, blunt, and has a tough attitude, which not all talk. He doesn't take shit from anyone, which lands him in trouble more often than not. He has a terrible habit of speaking informally to his superiors, which also gets him into trouble. Not wanting to appear weak, Kieran hides his sentimentality and bottles up his emotions. Despite losing those he considered family, he did not shed any tears.   

If given any affection, he tends to puff up and lash out. Alone in this world, Kieran prefers to keep it that way. He is protective of those he does come to care about but does not consider anyone his friend, not that Kieran would admit  - to himself or anyone else - if he did.

If  Kieran had one quirk, it would be that he loves to read books, mostly on technical and mechanical subjects.  Also, if you watch him in class, he feigns disinterest, but the notes he takes begs to differ. As a streetrat in Quinta, he was fascinated with gunpowder and its explosive power, and he spent many hours trying to track down books on it.


+Quick thinker
+Good memory
+Handwriting (He can copy other people's handwriting)
+Hand to hand combat


+Resists authority
+Too honest (he refuses to fluff anything or give false hope)
+Doesn't like to play by the rules (not above playing dirty)

ASPIRATIONS:  To find Rosto and kill him.  Perhaps accept his new life as a soldier and find his place in the military where he can feel useful and needed.

FEARS: Becoming Rosto's pawn again or someone he knows becoming his pawn. A painful death. Becoming close to someone only to lose them -- again.


Lady May, a doxie from the streets of Quinta,  found herself with a new babe, wrapped in old blankets, held tightly in her arms. Fathered by a client of hers, May could not and did not want to raise a child in such conditions. The little one had to go, but she would not just leave it on the streets, the cold December days chilled her bones, the babe would never survive. Myles, an older gentleman, who had just finished selling his good for the day, covered his cart and went to check his mules making sure that their harnesses were attached properly, May seized upon the opportunity, and placed her child into the cart, tucking a small piece of paper into the blankets that swaddled the babe, she kissed him goodbye before disappearing back into the crowd.

The baby made not a peep until Myles had returned to the farm, hungry from the journey a small cry escaped his lips, confusing Myles who had been tending to the mules. Slowly, the older man pulled back the cover revealing the surprise underneath.  "Oh My" Myles voice was tired and raspy, his eyes filled with worry about his surprise cargo. He scooped up the babe into his arms and plucked the paper from where it poked out. One word was written on it: Kieran.

Myles and Orva Ashmiller, unable to have kids of their own, adopted Kieran and raised him on the farm that was just a few miles outside the gate of Quinta District.  It was a much better life than Lady May could have given the boy, but despite loving his parents very much, there were many nights that Kieran stared up at the stars wondering what his birth mother was like and why did she give him up.

Flory was the neighbor's daughter; their farm was just a little ways down the road. A plucky little girl, Flory had a sense of adventure that he struggled to keep up with. A year older - and taller - she often teased  Kieran about his hatred of affection,  often chasing him around the farm making smooching noises.

An outbreak of disease hit both Flory's and the Ashmiller's crops, crippling both families financially. Flory and her parent's, unable to pay payback past due loans, sold what was left of their farm and moved in with a cousin in a distinct village.  Myles and Orva, having nowhere else to go, tried to make it work, but a year later, an overzealous thug killed the elderly couple. Just shy of 10 years old, Kieran found himself on the streets of Quinta fighting to survive.

Rosto, an ambitious man who was beginning to make a name for himself, whose his fingers dappled in a variety of businesses - many of which were illegal - considered himself a self-appointed king of his little court of rogues. Rosto's choice of hired help? Little boys and girls. Sure he had some older, brutish help, but street rats, desperate for their next meal, made the best and most loyal workers.  They were like dogs, who were loyal to the hand that fed them. It also helped that the military police tended to overlook little bodies as they made their way through crowds, tiny hands snatching coin purses as they did.

It did not take long for Rosto to discover young Kieran and bring him into the fold under the guise of joining a family - something that the young boy longed for.  In this family, you had to work for your food.  If you did not do well, you did not eat. If you made a habit of letting down Rosto, you received a beating. Kieran, already small for his age, was picked on by the other children, his food often taken by one of the bigger boys, but little did the others know Kieran had a nasty bite.

Kieran was good at thievin, always bringing home a good lot, but there was more to him than just quick hands, Rosto saw his potential as clear as day. Kieran could play any role: runner, spotter, or deceiver. Becoming a favorite with Rosto, Kieran soon found himself as the leader of own pack of pups.

As days turned to months that faded into years, Kieran came to believe that he had found himself a new family,  but even he could not ignore the fact that once a brother or sister reached a certain age, they disappeared. Some sisters ended up working in brothels down the road, but he never saw an older brother again. When questioned about this, Rosto explained that he was expanding his business to other districts and relocated them over there. Others bought the story, but deep down inside Kieran knew that there was something more to the story, but at the time he could not face that truth.

He was almost at that golden age to be ‘relocated’ when the titans breached Wall Maria.  Kieran should have seen it coming, but perhaps he was in denial of Rosto’s true character, the man -who had become a father figure of sorts - locked Kieran and the other children in the basement, leaving them to die. 

No loose ends

Kieran raged, banging fists against the door as the younger ones watched, holding back their tears as not to let go of the illusion of toughness they had created, and when Kieran had given up hope, an angel by the name of Lady May came to their rescue. Fueled by the renewed hope that Lady May had given him, Kieran put on a brave face. With promises of making it out alive, he led his pack of streetrats through the chaotic streets of Quinta.

He was foolish to make promises he could not keep.

One by one they were picked off - their screams forever burned into memory - until it was just Kieran left. They never stood a chance. How childish of him to think that he could do what the soldiers could not. How terrible of him to give them false hope in their last minutes of life.

Kieran had no right.

The Survey Corps, on a rescue mission, found a defeated Kieran, who had been wholly ready to join his brothers and sisters in death, but despite his pleas to let him become titan food, they brought him back to the safety of Wall Rose, where later he was conscripted to the military.  Kieran, having thought that he left his past on the bloodied streets of Quinta, was given a sendoff present, a note that been slipped into his jacket moments before loading himself into the cart meant to transport the new recruits.  It read:

I knew you would survive


AGE:  27

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