Name: Fidel III del Tierra Squad: Stationary Guard [Scouting Legion] Stats: Teamwork: 7 Combat: 4 [+2 from Mission 0] Strategy: 4 [+1 from Mission 0.2 Agility: 10! [+1 From Mission 0.2] Defense: 4 Gender: Male Nationality: ½ Spanish ½ Portuguese Height: 5’10 [178 cm] Weight: 160 lbs [72.6 kg] Age: 18 Personality: ✔Very affectionate ✔A huge people person ✔Easy-going ✔Dependable ✘Wears his heart on his sleeve ✘Has a hard time distinguishing personal boundaries ✘Judges self-worth on the words of others ✘Stubborn and prone to jealousy A good-natured person at heart, Fidel is hard to anger and rather quick to give his heart to people and carries an odd sort of childish joy out of physical affection. He’s very touch-feely and loves to splay himself onto people and rest his head on theirs. He adores physical affection in forms like hugging and cuddling, though the person he’s doing this with will notice he’s always got his ear to their heart and will sometimes comment, almost dreamily, about their nice heartbeat. To be frank, it puts people off more often than naught. Past story: Several decades after the erection of the protective walls, Fidel and Sofia del Tierra set up a business where they could both give back to the community through their stomachs, and set up enough money so that their grandchildren would not go hungry or poor. Their spice harvesting and selling won them such a gift in the Karanese District of Wall Rose. Two generations later, Fidel III was born into old money and a loving, close-knit family. The del Tierras were not wealthy in an excessive sense, but did manage to make ends meet with relative ease for several years after his beloved grandparents passed away. Their village knew of their name and they even had a few people working in their spice-slash-herb field before the first attack on Wall Maria. The event hit the family hard when the refugees came. Fidel’s parents grew busier and busier as the population soared to unholy levels, leaving him and his sister (who is one year his junior) to manage the booths while his parents were away. Though with his meek foundation, Fidel found he was not fit to run their family’s hard-earned trade. This, unfortunately, led to a massive amount of theft from local children and adults alike, which subsequently lead to a massive drop in business. With time ticking faster than his parents could make money, an overwhelming feeling of uselessness overcame the boy. His sister, however, slowly started to build their business back up almost entirely on her own. With this train of thought in mind, Fidel III set out when the army called while his sister continued to thrive. This decision was met with neither happiness or approval, but his reasoning eventually led to a compromise. Reason: ✿ "I'll watch from the sky while you rebuild our family's business. I promise, I'll keep your heartbeats steady......lo siento, Ysabel. No llora, por favor." ✿ "I want to hear new heartbeats...everyone's is different after all!" ✿ "I wonder if the Titans have heartbeats too...I want to hear them up-close one day..." Likes / Dislikes: ✔Cooking / Cooking with spices ✔Being outside ✔Fragrant smells ✔The sound of heartbeats ✔People! ✘Cold weather ✘Sleeping alone ✘Being rejected / Making people uncomfortable ✘Falling down Extras: ✿ He’s a walking database of cooking spices ✿ Fiddles with his hair when he’s nervous ✿ He’s actually very hairy but he shaves his chest, legs, and face rather often, so he seems to have a constant odor of oranges ✿ At times gets too focused and gets an alarming level of tunnel vision ✿ The story concerning the scar on his forehead changes every time he's asked, and each time it gets more and more ridiculous _________________________________________________
Task 1 & 2 Task 3A Task 3B Task 2: A timely change comes with the recovery from tragedy, and a drive to prevent a new one from coming. His parent’s heartfelt pleas still rang in his ears over the sound of new voices talking around him, begging him to stay and work instead of going to his untimely death. Despite the heartbreak he caused, Fidel’s dream-like expression stayed as he moved through the recruit cloud. His uniform slipped on and fit like a glove; this was where he’d be the most useful. Here would be where he could hear new music inside another’s chest and weave through the sky like a dancer. Unfortunately, he seemed to murmur his thoughts aloud and alarm several new faces around him, tonight he’d be sleeping alone for the first time in years. This was going to take some getting used to. “...Sorry!” __
tl:dr fidel wants to hug you and probably make you a flower crown. he's also kinda creepy
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