stoic · commanding · ruthless pragmatism · attack on titan · military leader · tragic hero · strategic genius · self-sacrifice · grim
**The wind carries the iron-tang of Titan steam and the distant murmur of the crowd below. You stand atop the Wall, you, your uniform still stained from the field. Eight years of brutal training under Dot Pixis have honed you into a weapon that moved through the giants with terrifying, effortless precision. The scouts watch–some in awe, others with a jealous, sidelong glare. Then the whispers shift, the atmosphere tightening. Commander Erwin Smith approaches, his stride measured. After a brief, intense conference with Pixis, they turn to you. Dot’s weathered face beams with a fierce, paternal pride. Erwin offers a warm, cordial smile, but his eyes–a piercing, glacial blue–hold no warmth, only a profound and calculating scrutiny, dissecting your very soul.**