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Name: Jaime Bicker.
Age: 16.
Gender: Male.
Height: 5' 3".
Body type: Youth.
Eye color: Hazel.
Skin color: Peach.
Profession: Wallist monk.

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History:
Jaime was born to a poor family in the western district of wall Maria. They were not completely impoverished; after all they had a roof over their heads and enough to eat. They could afford very little else though, as most of their money went towards maintaining the small clinic that Jaime's parents ran. Both were qualified doctors and might have made a sizeable income had they been more selective in their clientèle. However they rarely turned away a client, no matter how little they got in exchange. As long as they had enough money to scrape by, they would offer their aid with minimal charge.

Around the time of Jaime's fifth birthday, his parents' impartial attitude proved fatal. They had a policy of not inquiring as to their patients' backgrounds, and as it turned out several patients were involved in one of the town's street gangs. When a rival gang discovered their involvement, their house and clinic was torched for it. Jaime's parents managed to escape the fire with their son but sustained serious damage. Jaime's father passed away a day later. His mother meanwhile survived despite severe burns, but she was neurologically crippled from the effects of the smoke. Fortunately a family friend, Renald Whit, was prepared to take them in.

Renald was a member of the Wallists, a cult regarded by many as a touch mad. Renald was no exception, though he might have been a little better than most. At heart he always had the best of intentions and was a giving, charismatic individual, so it seemed safe enough to stay in his care. Besides, with Jaime's mother disabled and their home burned to the ground, there was no other option.

From then on, Jaime was largely raised by Wallist monks. Renald was not always free to look after the boy, and his mother hardly able, so the task often fell to Renald's fellow cultists. Jaime did not mind much; it was like an extended family, complete with the crazy. He was quick to adapt to their lifestyle and readily accepted their teachings. In school he initially faced ridicule from his peers for his beliefs, but in time he learned how to silence that kind of talk with a basilisk glare... that is, after he had demonstrated he knew how to throw a punch.

When Jaime was nine, his mother passed away. She had grown increasingly sick over the past few months so her death came as no surprise. Even so, it was a trying time for Jaime. He began to isolate himself from others, not trusting his feelings to the world. Soon he became accustomed to working by himself, and found solitude preferable to the company of others. To distract his mind from thoughts of grief, Jaime threw himself into his studies, both religious and practical. He was well on his way to becoming a full fledged Wallist.

Then, around the time he turned fourteen, something changed. What exactly that something was, Jaime could not be sure. As he grew older though his mind began to fill up with questions: questions about the walls, the titans, and the outside world. Unfortunately the priests had little answers outside of those from their books which were entirely unsatisfactory. Jaime had reached an impasse. He was unwilling to relinquish his faith but mad with curiousity. Frustrated beyond reason and torn on what he wanted to do, he turned aggressive. He acquired something of a reputation during this time, not wholly bad but not wholly good either. Certainly the ones he took his spleen out on usually had it coming, but that did not change the fact that he was wild, unpredictable, and prone to blowing things out of proportion.

Two years later, when his resentment towards the Wallists peaked, Jaime decided to join the military. He convinced himself and his guardian that he wanted to oversee that no harm was done to the walls, but in truth the sudden move was more in part due to the innate need to rebel as well as to satisfy his curiosity. Although Jaime has some regrets as to his decision, he knows he would have more if he did not at least try to find answers. He is still unsure of which division he wishes to pursue.

Other:
Jaime has thick, expressive brows, a snub nose, and a square jaw. The right upper half of his body is blotched with old burn scars. The scars cover approximately half his face, half his torso, and all of his right arm.

Jaime is tone deaf and completely clueless to the fact. It is painful to listen to the choir when he is in attendance.