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NameName:XXXXXXXXXXXX Edward Morrison
Nickname(s)Spitzname(n):XXX Edge [By Everyone], Muramasa [By Vincent]
AgeAlter:XXXXXXXXXXXXXX 32
GenderGeschlecht:XXXXXXXXX Male
HeightGröße:XXXXXXXXXXX 6'5
WeightGewicht:XXXXXXXXXX 210lbs
Eye ColourAugenfarbe:XXXXX Violet
Hair Colour Haarfarbe:XXXXX Black
BuildKörperbau:XXXXXXXXXX Unlike his son, Edge is shown to have a body built for war. He's a massive man, and has an amazingly athletic build after being out of the military for so long to train his son. His body is generally compared to perfection, which is a goal he constantly strives for, and with intensive training, plans to achieve. Most of his strength lies in his upper body, but all around, he is perfectly capable of dealing with a multitude of situations thanks to the intense training he's been doing since his childhood. All of these together make him a hyper lethal weapon, and easily one of the strongest members of the Stationary Guard.
LikesVorlieben:XXXXXXXXXXX Training
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Flames
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Swordplay
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Vincent Morrison
DislikesAbneigungen:XXXXXXXX Powerlessness
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Novice Behavior
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Undisciplined Soldiers
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Disobedience
Favourite ColorLieblingsfarbe:XX Red
Favourite FoodLieblingsessen:XX Anything edible
PersonalityPersönlichkeit:XXXXXX Edge is not a nice man, and he will never be considered as such by those who see him as a commanding officer. He stakes discipline above all else, and punishes those who foolishly act as if they lack the same discipline as him. While not entirely heartless, he does often show his worst side by attempting to train the new generation to be soldiers worthy to fight for mankind. He doesn't base people off only words or only actions, but both at the same time in order to determine what their stance is, and how they plan to go about their life knowing full well it won't last. People often proclaim he has anger issues, but not once has Edge ever been angry at somebody who doesn't deserve to take one-hundred percent of his rage. In this way, he prepares them for what is coming...and shows them that it's purely their skill as soldiers, not idealism, that will allow them to open their eyes the next morning.
As a father, he places the largest amount of stress on his son to assure that he will live to fight another day. Edge constantly finds himself berating Vincent when his son turns out to fall just short of being perfect. Even though this has created a divide between the two, Edge works to maintain at least a semblance of a relationship with his only remaining child. He knows full well that the divide will only grow as he continues to cause tension, but one day, his son will be strong enough to fend for himself without some old man watching his back. When the day comes, Edge had already made his peace that his son would have very well forgotten him, and despite knowing the inevitable, he does not fight against it or try to change what is destined.
As a soldier, he reaches for perfection he knows is impossible to obtain. He constantly trains his body, mind, and spirit each day to further increase his chances of surviving a Titan attack. He has seen a few, but only fought a very small amount of times in the grand scheme of things. He is not without his battle scars, but as he is always prepared, none are so glaringly obvious that they would cause people to comment on them except for the long scar from his collarbone down to his right hip. He earned that scar when his own father gave him a gash that practically split him in half. He remembers it as a lesson that the undisciplined will never survive long enough to even survive battle with a human. This is why he takes pride as a solider.
As a man, he is very much human...more so than some people might believe. He laughs, cries, becomes enraged, and feels pain whenever something prompts him to, but he will never openly show how much he's really feeling, no matter the emotion. He generally covers it up with rage, or an uncaring stare, but everybody that's known him for long enough knows that he's just as human as everybody else. The one thing he tries to forget most of all is his failure to keep his own wife by his side...having lost her after a defeat he could not overcome. All said, Edge can be quite pleasant if you're in his good graces, but it's very hard to get him to show off his best when he's always showing his worst.
Home WallHeimatbezirk:XXX Wall Sina
Home DistrictHeimatstadt:XXX Trost District
RankRang:XXXXXXXXXXXXX Corporal
LegionLegion:XXXXXXXXXXX Stationary Guard
Primary WeaponHauptwaffe:X Long Sword
HorsebackPferderücken:XXXXX No
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Edward "Edge" Morrison was born in the Trost District, but despite having been born in a place where peace was prevalent, he was never able to exactly enjoy the peace of the moment. His father had roots tracing back to a lineage that believed in true justice, and as such, he was expected to be a great warrior like his father before him, and the rest of his predecessors. He trained in secrecy, and often displayed what skills he'd learned on his own time before a panel of judges that were his own family. He made his father proud with his mastery of the sword, and mastery of the arts as well. Edward trained his soul as much as his body, often reading in his free-time, and seen meditating when he was given the opportunity. He was often lauded as the best his family had ever seen, and truly, he would become the heir to his father's legacy as a soldier and a warrior...but that all changed when Edward's brother was born.
Edward's father began training him less and less each day, and despite Edward's desperate bids for attention he was simply ignored. Every day he trained with greater vigor, and every day he felt that his family admired his brother more than him. Edward watched as they primed the young boy to take his spot, and one day when his brother was playing by the river, Edward struck with in the back with a fashioned wooden sword. The crack of the blade alerted Edward's father that a fight had broken out between the two, and by time he arrived, Edward's brother was laying face down on the ground with Edward standing over him. Although he didn't kill his brother, he was dishonest in his attack...it lacked discipline, and was considered cowardly.
Edward and his family grew apart after the event, and all of his learning and advancement was worth nothing in the face of that bright-eyed child he was forced to call brother. While he was contemplating his path in life, he decided that leaving his home would allow him to simmer down and actually get himself back on the path he was originally on. During his extended leave, he met his wife at the tender age of fourteen...by time he was fifteen, he surprisingly had his own son. It was a sobering thought...and he could see where his father had chosen favoritism at that point. Edward saw a bit of himself in his son, but he could not bring himself to treat him like a real son. By the time his second son, Vincent, was born he had seen the dilemma his father had been placed in.
As the years progressed, Edward eventually returned home, and as such, his children were put through the same ordeal as him. He was hard on the both of them, wishing them nothing but the best, but underneath he could feel nothing but his hatred for his own brother...it rubbed off on his children, and eventually got one killed. From that day forth he was ever harder on his youngest son, seeing that he was so much like his own brother...younger, weaker, and not as equipped to handle the difficulties of the world...yet still alive. Edward ended up joining the Stationary Guard, having been told by his wife that they needed a better way to sustain their lives.
He was regarded as a well-crafted soldier, but...his greatest failure was allowing his wife's death when he had become a soldier solely for her sake at that point. His brother had matured, and as such, the two's hatred of each other began to intensify. At night, the two met and dueled to settle their differences, but when Edward's brother felt that he was being overpowered, he ordered somebody waiting in the wings to kill Edward's wife in front of him. The trauma of that day shocked him...so much so that he didn't even remember killing his brother for his treachery. If only he had seen it sooner...if only he hadn't been focused on his work...if only his son never existed in the first place. Those thoughts tumbled around in his head as he wandered aimlessly, and eventually he had come in contact with his father. Again, he dueled another person, but his father sliced him clean open with a single stroke, demanding reparations for the death of his brother.
Edward's work ethic began to deteriorate, and soon, he gave up being a member of the Stationary Guard at the age of thirty. Two years later, however, he was called in to help with the construction of Wall Maria, but he was simply a soldier...the only thing he could offer was his blade. It was as such that he rejoined the Stationary Guard, retaining his rank before his departure, and recently advancing again shortly afterwards...they would need him at his very best, and sending him through training again would do no good. His only goal now is to see the wall finished, and to make men out of the mice that believe they are strong enough to join the military and fight god-like creatures. If he must, he still has more than enough energy to show them how a real soldier kills a Titan...he's supposed to be the best, after all.
Edward's father began training him less and less each day, and despite Edward's desperate bids for attention he was simply ignored. Every day he trained with greater vigor, and every day he felt that his family admired his brother more than him. Edward watched as they primed the young boy to take his spot, and one day when his brother was playing by the river, Edward struck with in the back with a fashioned wooden sword. The crack of the blade alerted Edward's father that a fight had broken out between the two, and by time he arrived, Edward's brother was laying face down on the ground with Edward standing over him. Although he didn't kill his brother, he was dishonest in his attack...it lacked discipline, and was considered cowardly.
Edward and his family grew apart after the event, and all of his learning and advancement was worth nothing in the face of that bright-eyed child he was forced to call brother. While he was contemplating his path in life, he decided that leaving his home would allow him to simmer down and actually get himself back on the path he was originally on. During his extended leave, he met his wife at the tender age of fourteen...by time he was fifteen, he surprisingly had his own son. It was a sobering thought...and he could see where his father had chosen favoritism at that point. Edward saw a bit of himself in his son, but he could not bring himself to treat him like a real son. By the time his second son, Vincent, was born he had seen the dilemma his father had been placed in.
As the years progressed, Edward eventually returned home, and as such, his children were put through the same ordeal as him. He was hard on the both of them, wishing them nothing but the best, but underneath he could feel nothing but his hatred for his own brother...it rubbed off on his children, and eventually got one killed. From that day forth he was ever harder on his youngest son, seeing that he was so much like his own brother...younger, weaker, and not as equipped to handle the difficulties of the world...yet still alive. Edward ended up joining the Stationary Guard, having been told by his wife that they needed a better way to sustain their lives.
He was regarded as a well-crafted soldier, but...his greatest failure was allowing his wife's death when he had become a soldier solely for her sake at that point. His brother had matured, and as such, the two's hatred of each other began to intensify. At night, the two met and dueled to settle their differences, but when Edward's brother felt that he was being overpowered, he ordered somebody waiting in the wings to kill Edward's wife in front of him. The trauma of that day shocked him...so much so that he didn't even remember killing his brother for his treachery. If only he had seen it sooner...if only he hadn't been focused on his work...if only his son never existed in the first place. Those thoughts tumbled around in his head as he wandered aimlessly, and eventually he had come in contact with his father. Again, he dueled another person, but his father sliced him clean open with a single stroke, demanding reparations for the death of his brother.
Edward's work ethic began to deteriorate, and soon, he gave up being a member of the Stationary Guard at the age of thirty. Two years later, however, he was called in to help with the construction of Wall Maria, but he was simply a soldier...the only thing he could offer was his blade. It was as such that he rejoined the Stationary Guard, retaining his rank before his departure, and recently advancing again shortly afterwards...they would need him at his very best, and sending him through training again would do no good. His only goal now is to see the wall finished, and to make men out of the mice that believe they are strong enough to join the military and fight god-like creatures. If he must, he still has more than enough energy to show them how a real soldier kills a Titan...he's supposed to be the best, after all.
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