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Personality: Lenore is very sarcastic and, other than books, loves little more than showing off her razor sharp tongue. No one, not even the girl herself, knows where she picked up her tendency for sarcasm, but she's had it for as long as she can remember.

Lenore's first love has always been and will always be literature. Her love of books stemmed from the fact that her parents were hardly ever around due to their Scouting missions, and so she turned to books to pass the time. Immersing herself in countless other worlds, the girl rarely spent time with other children. It never mattered to her what genre the books were, or even if they were nonfiction or fiction. She just loved to read. Nowadays, she spends most of the wages not spent on essentials upon books. That is, assuming that she remembered to buy the essentials before spending all of her earnings upon books.

It's unclear if Lenore is unaware of social normalities, or if she simply doesn't care about them. Whatever the case, the girl is constantly getting in trouble for not thinking about what she's saying before she says it.

Lenore is fond of occasionally getting lost in thought and giving voice to abstract ideas about man, the universe, and other things that thoroughly confuse people. She's very deadpan, and it's actually rarer that she'll sound sincere. It's rare that Lenore will hate anyone, but it's just as rare that she'll like someone, too. She's very passive about others, and it takes something special for her to acknowledge someone as a 'friend'. Despite her passivity, however, when Lenore has her heart set on something, she is incredibly difficult to deter. Lenore's sense of humor is often fairly dark.

As far as the military goes, Lenore doesn't really care either way about it. It's there, and that's about as much thought she gives it. Even though her parents were in, and died for, the Scouting Legion, she feels no particular need to avenge them by joining up, nor does she feel any want to avoid it.

History: Lenore's parents were members of the Scouting Legion, and as a result spent most of their time on missions, leaving the girl alone in the house. One day, however, they simply didn't return from their mission. The girl never asked why; it was obvious what had happened. The then-nine-year-old girl was taken in by her aunt, who tried her hardest to get used to her niece's callous demeanor. However, when Lenore was eleven, she implied that her parents killed themselves because the aunt nagged too much, and was subsequently banished from the household.

She moved back into her old home and has lived there alone ever since. Forced to fend for herself, Lenore got an apprenticeship at the local bookstore due to her great love for literature. She began to spend most of her wages on books, even to the detriment of her own body. Even at the store, however, she remains deadpan and rarely smiles, much to the displeasure of the owner. She is, however, an excellent employee, usually able to recommend books to customers based on their interests, and so he tends to look past her blank expressions. Nevertheless, however, he is constantly trying to get her to open herself up to others, usually in vain.

Name: Alec Scott
Gender: Male
Facial expression: Easily flustered, a blush dusts his pale cheeks from time to time even as he stares ahead seriously. Not one to smile to wide, a determined look would suit him well I think.
Hair: He’s a red head, and wears it medium length. It’s generally a ruffled bed head in need of a brush style that hangs down just past his eyes and frames his face. Slightly shorter in the back. Here are two refs to give you an idea; X - X
Eye color: Blue-grey
Skin color: Light skin
Outfit:
• He wears grey/brown slacks that are worn in the knees on the right and left side.
• Wears a pair of goggles on his head with a brown leather strap. The glass is clear on the lenses.
• Brown boots that are laced in a double bow for convince of not having to tie them
• A white shirt, long sleeved
• Brown leather fingerless gloves
• Brown/black suspenders over his white shirt
(feel free to omit anything you feel is too much? His necklace is worn inside his shirt so wouldn't be really notice-able anyway. Its just a plain silver linked chain with a gold ring attached to it. I couldn't really find decent brown straps, nor belt so bare with me. If the pants grey doesn't work I wouldn't mind them being brown to match. )
Profession: Courier for his mothers store Supply Goods.
History/personality:

Personality:

To Nikolaus, ‘Nik’ for short, the walls surrounding him were just another piece of scenery one sees outside of their window upon waking up in the morning. They held no special significance or meaning to him because they remained blissfully in his peripherals while he went about his charmed day to day life. Of course, he knew what they were there for, how could anyone not know with the Wallists roaming the streets preaching about the bloodthirsty behemoths lying in wait just outside. This he considered nothing more than the mewling of deranged minds, especially because he was tucked safely away behind wall Sina where no Titan could ever possibly venture. He did not consider himself the least bit arrogant or ignorant when voicing his opinion on the matter, as it was a shared opinion with many living in Mitras.

Having been born into wealth and privilege Nik had plenty of time to waste on whatever he wanted to do, and a well bought education. As a boy he spent time lounging in lush gardens with his friends and eating extravagant meals, never wondering where they came from or giving a second thought to districts outside of his own. He attended multiple lavish parties chalked full of the best food and wine money could buy, and with an array of people all as wealthy as himself. To him the world was contained to only the people he knew and the place he lived, it was as though anything outside of it did not exist. He had the leisure to chase girls, pull pranks with the boys or do absolutely nothing but stay in bed all day. Such is the life of a noble.

His life would have gone on in this manner if not for a game of “challenge” with his friends one day that would force him to peer outside of his own world. The boys he had called his friends since childhood challenged him to journey into one of the poorest districts within the walls. They made a game of the entire affair as they told stories the entire way there and joked and jibed about everything they saw that did not meet with their standards. It did not take much prompting to make the confident young noble dismount his horse and wander straight into one of the dirtiest alleys he could find. It was in his brief time there that a c***k appeared in his glamorous worldview. The stench was nothing compared to the horde of human suffering occurring right before his eyes, and though he brushed it off as nothing upon reuniting with his companions, he could never turn a blind eye to the outside world again.

Despite the earthshattering revelation resulting from that experience he went about his life as though nothing had happened. The reason being that, to a noble, reputation is everything. It was because of this fact that Nik became a social chameleon, changing his colors entirely depending upon the ambiance of the room or the people he was around. If the people he encountered abhorred a certain kind of dress he would immediately agree with them, if only to turn around a moment later to compliment the person they had only moments before been insulting. He did this with just about every aspect of his life, taking on the opinions of others rather than stating his own, changing himself so that they would be impressed and accept him. As a result of this habit it is very hard to discern the true Nik from the façade, and there are even occasions where he is not even certain he knows his true self. That is why, when it came to talks concerning poverty he refrained from sharing his newly formed opinions after witnessing their struggles first hand.

Even though his thoughts remain internalized he can no longer look at a loaf of bread without wondering where it came from and why it is so readily available to some and not others. It is a silent battle being waged within him, one that on most occasions, he can thwart by adorning himself with the veil of ignorance that served him so well in the past.

When he is not meditating upon a loaf of bread or attempting to meld into a crowd, Nik enjoys living his life to the fullest. He is not one to turn down an opportunity should it catch his interest, or to back down from a challenge. He loves the sensation a rush of adrenaline can inspire and as such can be somewhat of a risk taker. It is for that reason alone that he has any interested in becoming a trainee, though not one strong enough to actually enlist. Witnessing the use of the 3D maneuvering gear made him desperately wish to gear up and try it himself, but having no reason aside from that to do so he has remained an eager observer.

He is also a very amiable person, if the people he is talking to don’t mind that they may be conversing with a well-placed façade. His desire to fit in, to be accepted or to impress others is what drives him in the majority of his social endeavors. Subconsciously it could have something to do with his parents who used wealth as an excuse to leave the rearing and care of their child to someone else entirely. They do not ignore him, but there is very little to inspire their interest enough to where they hold an actual conversation with him. Though this doesn’t seem to bother him, it may be that he has once again adorned the veil of ignorance in order to avoid how he truly feels about it.

Wealth didn’t only afford him free-time and an education most would only dream of, it also allowed for him to learn some useful skills. He took an interest in swordsmanship when he was a preteen and in response his parents hired him a tutor. Since then he has been training with a sword, making him quite a capable opponent should anyone wish to test him. Similarly he is an experienced horseback rider and hunter due to the hunts he attended with the nobles as a source of enjoyment. However, he is better at carving up the animal once it is dead than shooting it with a bow and arrow. His accuracy leaves much to be desired, but because he didn’t take the activity seriously it wasn’t something he ever attempted to improve.

In truth, little of the Nik beneath the mask is known, not even to himself. He has been sheltered within a solid gold structure his entire life and had few formative experiences. The day he accepted the challenge that allowed him a glimpse of poverty has removed him from his ivory tower somewhat, whispering to him that there is more he is unaware of. It is likely that this small voice in his mind will one day push him into joining the trainees in an attempt to embark on a journey of self-realization. Even if he hasn’t quite thought of this himself yet.

History:
Nikolaus is the only heir to the Windsor fortune which was earned through his father’s position in politics. Konrad Windsor gained a position as a political figure, after his father left the seat open for him. The wealth and political prestige of the Windsor family can traced back over decades, to the point that one of his relatives was a member of the courts when the attack occurred one hundred years prior. It was upon Konrad’s taking up of the mantle that he met his wife to be, a woman much younger than himself, Erika. A lady intent on expanding her own wealth, Erika pursued Konrad most ardently and did not hesitate to agree to a marriage proposal that following year. The two were united in a most glorious affair, one pleased at having a fresh young bride, and the other at having gotten her hands on the money she set out to obtain.

Little more than a year and a half later Erika gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Gisela, much to her mother’s chagrin. Erika was far from cut out to be a mother as she valued her appearance far too much and became despondent when her figure expanded to allow for the child to grow within her. She remained bitter even when the child lay nestled comfortably in her crib, and some speculate to this day that it was that bitterness which led her to smother the infant girl. Being the clever woman that she was, she easily played it off as a most unfortunate accident caused by her desperate urge to stop Gisela from crying.

The incident was mostly swept under the rug aside from the rash of gossip that broke out behind Erika’s back and life went on as usual. That was, until she became pregnant once more and again mourned the loss of her trim figure. This second pregnancy resulted in the birth of Nikolaus Windsor, only this time a wet-nurse was hired to care for him as his mother was ‘too afraid’ to care for another infant.

Apart from the occasional, superficial conversation between he and his parents, Nikolaus was raised by an elderly woman named Liane. She saw to his upbringing like one preparing cadets for the Scout regiment; having his days planned out weeks in advance and beginning each one with some lesson in the manners or etiquette nobles were known for. This did not last long however, as the woman who likely would have made him a much better man than he is today passed away when he was eight. Another nurse was hired in her place but she took much less of an active role; she simply catered to his needs and made sure that he made it to each of his lessons on time. Aside from that she avoided instilling him with anything not bought by his family.

It is Konrad’s wish that his son continue on in the family business, but he does little more than voice his desire every once in a great while. Other than seeing Nik as an heir to keep the seat warm for future generations of Windsors, Konrad takes little interest in what happens in his son’s life. He is far too busy drinking with the other members in his field or chasing around his young, and reluctant, wife.

Personality:
As the eldest child of the five daughters of Charles Eden, Sirantha grew up with a sense of entitlement, she believed that she deserved the best of certain commodities and respect from her peers and those beneath her in social class. This entitlement made her egotistical and proud. She has a difficult time hearing that she is in the wrong, due to this know it all attitude, many of the other nobles do not wish to converse with her during social gatherings. Her peer’s attitudes toward her did not dismay her, she saw it as a challenge to win their trust and when she sets her mind upon a task she does not fail. Soon she was in all of their lives and knew the darkest of their secrets. She was not above blackmailing certain individuals of nobility in order to obtain her goal.

She has a sharp tongue when she is agitated and tends to speak her mind. Sirantha tries to live her life as honestly as possible so that her peers could not obtain information in which to blackmail her in return. The amount of people she considers to be her true friends can be counted upon one hand, for these individuals she would travel to the ends of the earth; she has a stead-fast loyalty to those that she considers to be her friend. Stubbornness comes with her egotistical view upon the world, only certain people are capable of making her see a different perspective.

In her dealings of court intrigue, nobles, and other aspects of her life, she is meticulous and a perfectionist. Everything must be done correctly and perfectly the first time, or it should not be done at all. To her failure is not an option, mistakes are costly and should be avoided at all costs.

Sirantha is well versed in politics, agriculture, intrigue, sewing, languages, history, and anything else her family had books of in the large library of her home. On her quest for knowledge, she took to the studious route by reading all the books in the vast family library three times and constantly borrows books from the neighboring nobles.

Her life has been in a gilded cage, which causes her to be naïve of the world and hold that egocentric view. She has never been past the wall that separates the rich from the poor. Before she was told otherwise, she held the belief that the lower social classes were lazy, due to the fact that they were not able to live in luxury. She saw their poverty as a sign that they were not working hard enough. This view continued to hold true until her tutors told her of the social classes and how the poor worked hard just to put food upon the table. She was incredulous to this information, not believing it to be true. Her tutor gave her a reading, which opened her eyes to the hardships of those living past the inner wall. Thanks to her teachers her view of the world changed, it did not seem fair that many should suffer for the prosperity of the few.

Determined to see the more than just the land of Utopia, Sirantha convinced her tutors that it would be in her best interest to gain firsthand knowledge of the hardships that those in the different districts suffered. Her journey to the different areas within the wall would last months. The poverty and the famine she witnessed filled her with sadness, so each time she escaped from the sight of her governess, she would bring bread to feed the children she saw upon the street. She met an assortment of people, the one who interested her the most was a scout who she met in Shiganshina of Wall Maria. His eyes were hardened from the monstrosities that he had seen, yet he still could find happiness in the world. In a matter of months, Sirantha was in love with the scout.

Before she could tell her father of her love and plans of marriage to Kegan, she received word of the brave scout’s death. Nothing of his body remained, devoured completely by the Titans beyond the wall. Despair entered her heart, but the Gods were still not through, her father had arranged for her to marry a man three times her age. Outrage filled the young woman, she was nothing more than a piece of property to her father. Dreams were dashed and duty continued, while she hoped for something more from the life she was given.

History:
The Eden family was one of the first noble families within the Wall, the first Eden’s to call the confines of Wall Sina home were Luther and Annabelle Eden, they had three sons and one daughter. Their eldest son, Alexander, married the eldest daughter of the prominent Ponce family, Denise, and they had two sons and three daughters. Their eldest son, Charles married Elizabeth Khoury, they had five daughters: Sirantha {18}, Phédre (17), Josephine (15), Moirin (13), and Petra (11). Elizabeth Khoury Eden died giving birth to Petra Eden. Sonless, Charles named his deceased brother’s son, William, his heir and made the decision to marry his daughters into prominent noble houses in order to create political alliances.

The five Eden children were raised by their governess and tutors, Charles Eden spent most of his time molding his nephew into the perfect heir. Mr. Eden did not take interest in his daughters until they were of marring age. His eldest daughter, the spitting image of her mother, was to be a special case, he would wait to marry her to Walter Hawkins, for there were rumors that his wife was not far from death. His second eldest daughter was married at fourteen. The years continued to tick by, and Mr. Eden was unaware of his daughter’s constant secret rendezvous with the young handsome scout named Kegan Green or that she had left Utopia for half a year.

Finally the time had come when Walter Hawkins was a widower. Mr. Eden had plans of introducing his daughter to the old noble, but as it turned out the widower had his eyes upon the young Sirantha Eden even before his wife became ill. The young woman was heartsick, she had just lost the love of her life and now she was being treated like a piece of property to further line her father’s pockets in gold. She had a few suspicions about her betrothed, the way he looked at her would cause chills to crawl down her spine. Quietly she began to investigate the death of the previous Mrs. Walter Hawkins. Perhaps there was a way for her to escape the gilded cage and fly free.