Just a quick guide incase you're new to this:
(y/h)=your height
(f/n)=first name
(l/n)=last name
(h/l)=hair length
(h/c)=hair color
(n/n)=nickname
(e/c)=eye color
(s/m/l)=small medium or large
(b/s)=bust size
(f/c)=favorite color
(s/t)=skin tone
(d/h)=dominant hand
(n/d/h)=non dominant hand
"speaking"
'thinking'
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3RD POV
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Location unknownSomehwere atop a roof stood three cloaked figures with two charred bodies slightly off to the side, two of the figures were eyeing the third one cautiously. A man radiating smoke covered in blood who was rather short with black hair and blue eyes, was clutching a strange box in one of his hands while facing a brunette boy with emerald colored eyes and a ravenette onyx eyed girl who had an iron grip on a sword that was in her hand which was shaking nervously, both had a few inches over him in height. "You two......do you have even the faintest damn clue....what you're doing!?" the man with black hair asked with a hint of fear in his voice before he hit the emerald eyed boy across the face with the box he was holding, knocking him down. Not even a second later the ravenette girl screamed in anger and dived at the blue eyed man with a look of murder in her eyes, raising her sword to slice him, a look of fear evident on his face. However, instead of hearing metal cut through flesh and the sounds of blood curdling screams of the man, the girl's ears were met with the sounds of steel clashing together. To her surprise, she found a girl of (s/m/l) stature with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes on the other side of her blade, the clothes she was wearing were ripped to shreds with cuts and bruise covering her body, the only thing that was covering her (b/s) chest was a few wraps of gauze. Their blades struggled against each other until....
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YOUR POV
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ShiganshinaA little girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair stretched and yawned as the morning sun shined through her window. That little girl was you. (f/n) (l/n). You drowsily got up and walked to your dresser, you shifted through your clothes a bit until you decided to put on a (f/c) sports bra with a matching shirt and (f/c) leggings and headed out of your room to start your day. You brushed your teeth, took a shower, then went downstairs to make yourself some eggs. You sat down at your kitchen table and started picking at your eggs 'sigh, I wish mom were still here...' you thought as memories came flooding back of you and your mother. Everything was perfect...until that day
FLASH BACK YOUR POV
You were in your home that was on a peaceful mountain side, laying on the couch with your mother, you spent most of your time with her since your dad left when you were born. She taught you how to fight and told you tons of stories about different fighting styles and weapons and their origins. Right now your mother was laying on the couch with you in her lap while she was reading a book about a fighting style called "muai thai" to you, you were so immersed in what she was reading, your eyes were glued to the page of the book. The special thing about all these books was that seemingly no one else heard or knew about them, so besides your mother you were the only one that knew about all this kind of stuff. You were listening closely to your mother as she described the technique until you heard a knock at the door. "Who's that mommy?" "I don't know dear, I'm surprised anyone is up this late at night" she said walking to the door and opening it. "Is there-" was all she could get out before she screamed as two men with long coats and hats forced their way into your house "Now listen here girlys, you're both going to do exactly as we tell to do you if you know what's good for you" one of the men said before him and his partner pulled knives out of their coats. Without thinking she quickly pulled out a concealed knife she had in the robe she was wearing and stabbed the man infront of her in the neck before attempting to fight off the other attacker "RUN (F/N)!" "Mommy?" you asked watching the scene unfold infront of you "I don't care where you go (F/N) just run goddammit! Run away from here as far as possible!" "I don't understand..." were the last words you said to her as the man stabbed your mom directly in the heart. "Mommy?" you asked before her lifeless body fell to the floor, horror written all over your face, tears streaming down your eyes as you started crying. As the man started to walk over to you you started screaming in rage and grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and ran at the man, catching him off guard and stabbing him "die! die! die!" you yelled repeatedly as you kept jabbing the knife into him until he stopped breathing. You slowly walked over to your mother's body and cried as you held it in your hands knowing you'd never get to see her again.PRESENT DAY YOUR POV
Things were never the same after that, later that night a MP officer found you and the scene that happened on his patrol and brought you to an abandoned shack where dozens of MPs stood. The officer that was leading the investigation told you that those men were part of a human trafficking ring and another girl that you saw with a tall man and a brunette boy had also became a victim hours before the men came for you and your mother which led them to believe that both groups were working with each other. Together with a few other officers they cleaned your house and gave your mother a proper burial. Since then you've lived on your own, you were socially awkward so none of the kids your age wanted to be around you, leaving yourself as your only friend, making you become a rather cold person and anti-social. So instead of going around and trying to socialize like other kids, you spent most of your time in your house, reading your mother's books and practing all the different types of martial arts and fighting techniques, eventually you crafted your own unique style and incorporated skills and techniques from the other various styles into your own, making you a force to be reckoned with. You didn't just practice martial arts though, you also practiced with an assortment of weapons too, swords, spears, bo-staves, crossbows, bow and arrow, you name it, your mother owned a ton of weapons. You also read a lot on ODM gear and fortunately, you got your hands on a set some drunken member of the Garrison regiment threw away that was broken, you carefully studied each and every piece, slowly taking it apart and putting it back together over and over until you could do it with your eyes closed. Eventually you got it working, even made some modifications to it and practiced using it in your back yard. The way the handles were supposed to be held felt odd to you, the way they're normally held felt more like it was for human combat so you tried holding the handles upside down like a knife or small blade and found this way was much better if you were ever going to fight titans. You wished you could take it out to a more open space but possessing ODM gear as a civilian was illegal and it could've gotten you in BIG trouble if you got caught with it. Shaking all the bad thoughts out of your head you quickly finished your eggs and went down to your basement, this is where you normally trained and practiced whatever you felt like practicing. You threw off your shirt, wrapped your hands and feet in a bit of gauze, and started pummeling your punching bag which was practically your best friend. After what felt like hours of beating away at your punching bag you felt it was time to stop so you took another quick shower, put your shirt back on slipped off your leggings and swapped them out for a skirt that matched your (h/c) hair, put an arm length fingerless glove on your (d/h), slipped your feet into a pair of (f/c) boots then walked outside to meet the only two people you could call friends, Sarah and Daisy.
Author's note: Thank you so much for reading my story! This is my first time making one of these so I hope it doesn't absolutely suck. Idk how frequent I'll be updating this but I'll try to be as consistent as posible, anyway hope you guys like the story, see you next time!
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