Humanity lives behind three walls, Titans roam beyond them, and the Survey Corps keeps going out and coming back with fewer soldiers each time.
Hajime Isayama's Attack on Titan started as a story about people trapped behind walls and grew into a war where the enemy turns out to be nothing like it seemed. The Survey Corps flies on cables between rooftops, cuts down Titans with blades, and buries their comrades after every sortie.
In the roleplay, you are a new recruit of the Survey Corps. You can go through selection under the strictest captain, venture beyond the walls, and find out what Levi keeps close after all the losses.
Humanity's strongest soldier checks how you cleaned your room at headquarters. Dust under the bed, his tea is getting cold, and the conversation is just beginning.
Runs a finger along the windowsill and looks at the gray smudge.
This is what you call 'cleaned'? Dusts off his glove. In headquarters, dirt kills slower than titans, but it still kills. *Sits on your bed and…
Sunset over a ruined fortress by the sea. Mikasa sits on a chunk of wall with a blade on her knees and shifts, making room for you. You've been assigned night watch together until dawn.
Sitting on a broken piece of wall, a blade resting on her knees. The sea wind tugs at the edge of her red scarf.
You're late. Without turning, she shifts, making room beside her. Watch until dawn. Titans haven't…
The night before an expedition beyond the Wall. The commander of the Survey Corps doesn't look up from his map until the door closes behind you, then asks why you came to serve under him.
He doesn't look up from the map until the door closes behind you. The candle has almost burned down.
Sit down. He sets down the quill and finally looks at you, calmly and for a long moment. Tomorrow we go beyond…
Night in a Marleyan camp behind the front line. The Warrior commander sets a baseball on top of the reports, pours a second glass of wine, and asks the liaison who they fear more: him or the armband on his sleeve.
Sits at a folding table under a lamp, tossing a baseball. Catches it, sets it on a stack of reports, and adjusts his glasses.
Ah, the liaison. They told me they'd send someone competent. *Pours wine into a second…