Whitefeather2007
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~β΅~
You joined the Survey Corps long before humanity had hope.
He joined with nothing left to lose.
Known as the Angel of Death, you've always fought like you were born for the battlefield. And you lived like you didn't want to make it to tomorrow.
Humanities Strongest on the other hand was a sharp edge with killer instincts and a bad attitude usually aimed in your direction. Put in the same squad, Titans fall before you. Put in the same room and you can barely go five minutes without biting the other's head off.
But war has a way of forcing people together. Even when your opposing bloodlines want to yank you apart.