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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Bertholdt Fubar
Canon: Attack on Titan
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Suitability: For characters under 16, please talk about how aging them up with affect them and how they will adapt to the setting.
Species:
Canon Point: Chapter 49
World/Setting: {For OCs only! Please talk about the setting your characters are being taken from. It's important to understand why their world makes them who they are.}
History: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
Personality:
Bertholdt is quiet and more than a little shy. In the official ratings he's noted as being a coward and has a self esteem of one or two ...out of ten. During training camp, though he was third from the top in ranking, he was said to be skilled but lacking any initiative. He's very much a "background character," who says very little and gives nothing away. He prefers to be lead, and follows popular opinion, making him a good best friend for Reiner, who is very much a leader. He says himself that he is weak willed. Bertholdt is very timid and as a result of his weak will, and extremely easy to push around. A doormat, if you will. He may not be easily convinced of something, but he'll probably go along with it if you ask. His speech is slow and deliberate, and it takes him a while to figure out what to say, preferring to think things through.
During the Clash of the Titans Arc, we get a lot more development for Bertholdt, finding that he is very cowardly and only wants to "return home." He reminds Reiner that they are Warriors, not soldiers, in a bid to get him to remember their mission, desperate for Reiner to "come back to his senses" so they can get out of there. He lacks the initiative to lead and wanted to join the Military Police to "lead a safe life." This is averted later of course, when the reader knows their initial plan was to invade the Interior, but he never wanted to join the Scouting Legion until meekly following Reiner, as usual, into that military branch.
Despite this, he is incredibly cold to others, and very indifferent. When confronted by Eren about being the cause of his mother's death, Bertholdt simply states that it was unfortunate. He doesn't seem to feel guilt for what he's done. The only thing that can get a rise out of him is Reiner or the mention of. He cares very much for his friend and is extremely worried over the idea that Reiner is forgetting more and more, not only about their Mission but also their childhood. His personality also seems to differ a bit around Reiner, as he's more open with the blond and more easily animated.
Bertholdt sweats a lot, and only sweats more when he's nervous or riled up. He's easily nervous due to how timid he is, and may clam up or shake if he's truly bothered by something someone says.
We find that later on, however, Bertholdt's coldness is just another mask. When confronted by Jean and the rest of those who've come to save Eren, Bertholdt cries and tells them that the only time he's ever been happy is with his comrades in the military. That he'd never want to hurt them, and that he was only doing "what was natural." In other words, under all his wrappings to keep a straight (if sweaty) face and push people away... Bertholdt is a huge dere baby who cries. Of course... directly after that he tells Armin he's going to murder every single one of them, but that was out of necessity. Who knows?
Abilities/Weaknesses:
Bertholdt graduated in the third ranking position of the training corps, and is known for being the best in their squadron at the use of 3DMG. This is most likely due to his long, lanky body as the 3DMG is best used by someone with a light, slender frame. Because of this, it's usually female soldiers who use it the best. Beyond that, he has basic military survival training and close quarters combat skills. He is muscular and strong.
As the Colossal Titan, Bertholdt is 60m tall and ill proportioned with long arms and legs and a short torso. He is very slow due to his size, and only able to hit unmoving objects (such as walls,) making him ill suited for fighting. As a defense mechanism, he can shoot boiling steam off of his body to deter attackers, so hot it can burn human skin. Because of this, and his high body heat and tendency to sweat, it's very likely he has an extremely high body temperature even in human form. Most speculate he was born/created for the soul purpose for tearing down the walls, and thus he considers himself nothing more than a weapon. He also has a Titan's healing powers, able to regenerate any part of himself if not struck in the back of the neck.
RP Samples:
First Person: 1
Third Person:
"Berthodlt, can you help us?"
It was Sasha asking, tugging at his jacket sleeve as they worked at kitchen duty. No one would ever understand why Commander Shadis thought it was a good idea to put Sasha Braus on cooking duty, but Bertholdt wouldn't question it. He was no good at cooking, none of them were, but in the Training Corps all the chores were on a rotation and cooking for dinner was one of the less excruciating tasks so no one could complain. Bertholdt himself was sitting peeling potatoes, his chore for the day, while they cooked in the large kitchen area, and he looked up from his stool, wondering briefly if it was a ploy for her to steal some of his hard work before he saw the issue. One of the larger cooking pots had been put up on top of the cabinet, and neither Sasha or Christa could reach it once Christa had politely declined the offer of sitting on Sasha's shoulders to get it and he sighed, sticking the peeler on the table and standing up. Stooping over them all afternoon had made his back ache and crack when he stretched, walking over to the obstacle in question. Reaching up easily, he grabbed the biggest of the stew pots and lifted it down to Christa, who smiled brightly up at him, while Sasha cheered and whooped,
"Bertholdt you're so tall! You're like a Titan!"
The timid cadet just gave them an awkward smile and a nod, going back to peel potatoes, watching them from his chair. Like a Titan, huh? He was the tallest member in the 104th squadron, taller than most of the officers and commanders, he was nearly always looking down at people. Like they were ants. Even from where he was sitting, Christa looked small next to the stove, Sasha seemed tiny too when she opened the cupboard to get the big sack of flour. Everyone seemed so small, and insignificant. Like he could smash them in an instant.
Mm. Well.
Name: nor
Timezone: EST
Personal Journal: n/a
Player Contact:
Characters in Game (previously too): n/a
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Bertholdt Fubar
Canon: Attack on Titan
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species:
Canon Point: Chapter 49
History: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
Personality:
Bertholdt is quiet and more than a little shy. In the official ratings he's noted as being a coward and has a self esteem of one or two ...out of ten. During training camp, though he was third from the top in ranking, he was said to be skilled but lacking any initiative. He's very much a "background character," who says very little and gives nothing away. He prefers to be lead, and follows popular opinion, making him a good best friend for Reiner, who is very much a leader. He says himself that he is weak willed. Bertholdt is very timid and as a result of his weak will, and extremely easy to push around. A doormat, if you will. He may not be easily convinced of something, but he'll probably go along with it if you ask. His speech is slow and deliberate, and it takes him a while to figure out what to say, preferring to think things through.
During the Clash of the Titans Arc, we get a lot more development for Bertholdt, finding that he is very cowardly and only wants to "return home." He reminds Reiner that they are Warriors, not soldiers, in a bid to get him to remember their mission, desperate for Reiner to "come back to his senses" so they can get out of there. He lacks the initiative to lead and wanted to join the Military Police to "lead a safe life." This is averted later of course, when the reader knows their initial plan was to invade the Interior, but he never wanted to join the Scouting Legion until meekly following Reiner, as usual, into that military branch.
Despite this, he is incredibly cold to others, and very indifferent. When confronted by Eren about being the cause of his mother's death, Bertholdt simply states that it was unfortunate. He doesn't seem to feel guilt for what he's done. The only thing that can get a rise out of him is Reiner or the mention of. He cares very much for his friend and is extremely worried over the idea that Reiner is forgetting more and more, not only about their Mission but also their childhood. His personality also seems to differ a bit around Reiner, as he's more open with the blond and more easily animated.
Bertholdt sweats a lot, and only sweats more when he's nervous or riled up. He's easily nervous due to how timid he is, and may clam up or shake if he's truly bothered by something someone says.
We find that later on, however, Bertholdt's coldness is just another mask. When confronted by Jean and the rest of those who've come to save Eren, Bertholdt cries and tells them that the only time he's ever been happy is with his comrades in the military. That he'd never want to hurt them, and that he was only doing "what was natural." In other words, under all his wrappings to keep a straight (if sweaty) face and push people away... Bertholdt is a huge dere baby who cries. Of course... directly after that he tells Armin he's going to murder every single one of them, but that was out of necessity. Who knows?
Abilities/Weaknesses:
Bertholdt graduated in the third ranking position of the training corps, and is known for being the best in their squadron at the use of 3DMG. This is most likely due to his long, lanky body as the 3DMG is best used by someone with a light, slender frame. Because of this, it's usually female soldiers who use it the best. Beyond that, he has basic military survival training and close quarters combat skills. He is muscular and strong.
As the Colossal Titan, Bertholdt is 60m tall and ill proportioned with long arms and legs and a short torso. He is very slow due to his size, and only able to hit unmoving objects (such as walls,) making him ill suited for fighting. As a defense mechanism, he can shoot boiling steam off of his body to deter attackers, so hot it can burn human skin. Because of this, and his high body heat and tendency to sweat, it's very likely he has an extremely high body temperature even in human form. Most speculate he was born/created for the soul purpose for tearing down the walls, and thus he considers himself nothing more than a weapon. He also has a Titan's healing powers, able to regenerate any part of himself if not struck in the back of the neck.
RP Samples:
First Person: 1
Third Person:
"Berthodlt, can you help us?"
It was Sasha asking, tugging at his jacket sleeve as they worked at kitchen duty. No one would ever understand why Commander Shadis thought it was a good idea to put Sasha Braus on cooking duty, but Bertholdt wouldn't question it. He was no good at cooking, none of them were, but in the Training Corps all the chores were on a rotation and cooking for dinner was one of the less excruciating tasks so no one could complain. Bertholdt himself was sitting peeling potatoes, his chore for the day, while they cooked in the large kitchen area, and he looked up from his stool, wondering briefly if it was a ploy for her to steal some of his hard work before he saw the issue. One of the larger cooking pots had been put up on top of the cabinet, and neither Sasha or Christa could reach it once Christa had politely declined the offer of sitting on Sasha's shoulders to get it and he sighed, sticking the peeler on the table and standing up. Stooping over them all afternoon had made his back ache and crack when he stretched, walking over to the obstacle in question. Reaching up easily, he grabbed the biggest of the stew pots and lifted it down to Christa, who smiled brightly up at him, while Sasha cheered and whooped,
"Bertholdt you're so tall! You're like a Titan!"
The timid cadet just gave them an awkward smile and a nod, going back to peel potatoes, watching them from his chair. Like a Titan, huh? He was the tallest member in the 104th squadron, taller than most of the officers and commanders, he was nearly always looking down at people. Like they were ants. Even from where he was sitting, Christa looked small next to the stove, Sasha seemed tiny too when she opened the cupboard to get the big sack of flour. Everyone seemed so small, and insignificant. Like he could smash them in an instant.
Mm. Well.