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C-A Mission 0.1: OnwardNo matter what came their way - the military police, broken gates, titans - at least they could always face it together. As abrasive as Franziska could be, there was always something reassuring about having Konstantyn watch her back, they would both keep eachother's morale up.
All of this just makes the separation worse. It all happens too suddenly: a titan crashing right into that building, debris and dust flying up in the air and Franziska finds herself losing her balance. The meeting with the ground below is anything but a pleasant one. Blurry vision, aching bones and libs that won't obey - the worst that could happen in the middle of a titan attack.
And the thing closes in on her, baring horrible, yellow teeth , the horrible stench of rotting flesh follows, it’s pushing her to move, move, just move already damn it! Gritting her teeth, Franziska staggers back on her feet, slashes at the titan’s face as it approaches. That thing is messing with her, kind of like a cat pla
Outgoing || Open || Emotional || Underachieving || Happy || Suggestible || Talkative || Stubborn || Kinesthetic || Rash || Somewhat Overbearing || Frivolous || Trusting
Sol isn’t one who could hide what he’s feeling even if he wanted to – he is extremely expressive. It all shows on his face and in his gestures, making it quite easy for others to know what his current mood is. Usually it’s a happy one, and the 17 year old is nothing short of a social butterfly. He is rather talkative, and enjoys learning about the people around him; he can at times be a bit too much, and needs someone to rein him in, otherwise he may keep going until the end of the world. Theory is vaguely relatable, though a more kinesthetic, “watch then do” method of learning is best given his short attention span. He tends to be hyperactive to a fault at times, multitasking like there’s no tomorrow, forgetting the other things he had been doing – it wouldn’t be wrong to suggest that he probably has some ADHD tendencies.
Though Sol is generally accepting and open, once crossed, that person’s name is usually etched deeply into his blacklist. He can be tenacious and, in some cases, flat out malicious to those he considers his enemy. Such notions of friend or foe usually exist regardless of political affiliation, based more on personal experience than pre-existing stereotypes or collateral information. Generally speaking he is trusting overall and can be swayed to believe the good in people.
The lad may come off as unnecessarily coarse in his behavior, and is a bit hypersensitive to objective criticism in regards to his choices – he often angrily blows it off as someone trying to be a “party pooper”, one habit of his that can quickly become rather annoying. It’s rare to see him down in spirits, and even if he’s feeling under weather, Sol usually perks up within the day. It’s pretty safe to say that if he’s not talking or doing something stupid, he’s probably dead.
>> tl;dr : While struggling through his childhood with characteristic ADHD, through a series of bad luck paired with his gifts as a technopath, Sol came to resent the government’s system and joined the ranks of the anarchists to try and prevent repeating the wrongs that had been done unto him and his family, and probably hundreds of others too.<<
Solomon’s childhood was remarkably unremarkable. The terrorizer in his otherwise calm family, he is a loving (though somewhat annoying) younger brother to a Gigi Mariakis. Younger than Gigi by two years, he looked up to her since childhood, adopting a love for technology just as she had. She was his very first mentor in a sense, and taught him basic programming at a young age. Solomon took well to the entire concept, and as he grew up, it became clear that he had a niche somewhere in his mind that was perfect for such technological specialization. Soon enough, Sol had surpassed his older sister in skill even at a young age, and soon sought further knowledge.
Sol’s grades in school were lower than average, his hyperactive temperament a hindrance – it seemed that the only time he could keep his attention in one place was for things he was genuinely interested in, and in that point of time it was either programming or his love for socialization. During his 6th grade year, he was prescribed Ritalin to try and calm him down – though it took care of the hyperactivity, he became an insomniac and lost his appetite due to the side effects of the drug. Though it did cause his parents some concern, by this time they were desperate to keep their son in a ‘normal’ school – they largely abhorred the idea of having to enroll him in any kind of special needs classes, or become ‘social outcasts’ themselves. Quitting the drug was something that was always in the corner of his mind as the years passed, but he refrained from doing so – he was afraid of disappointing his parents any further. Though Gigi might have been there to support him, she too was 13 years of age with societal expectations quickly catching up. In an instance of peer pressure Gigi had made fun of Sol’s mentality, and a fissure formed between them. Though she had apologized later, it only pushed him further into feeling isolated, and urged him even stronger to keep on his medication. Albeit losing weight and some of his vigor, Sol learned to deal with it and life continued.
During his 13th summer, his condition took a nosedive. He and his family thought it as an intensification of his usual side effects – an uninterrupted state of insomnia, little to no appetite, and more frequent episodes of an upset stomach. The doctor too agreed that it was most likely related to the drugs, and for a period advised to discontinue the Ritalin until Sol was in better health. Little did they know it was his switch activating, and the symptoms continued for another few days. Coinciding with the fact that his health was already sub-par, the activation only made things worse. Even after the pain of the entire ordeal he was bed-ridden for another month, most of which he slept and seldom ate. Though weak he still smiled, and continued to keep in touch with his friends though the use of technology, and he felt thankful for the machines that had helped him get through the worst of it. That was when he noticed the change in his senses –he could ‘feel’ the machines and circuits, each with their own voice and circuit patterns. Sol found the newly found sense quite interesting, but did not yet realize its potential.
Once his health had improved significantly, he returned to school and continued his programming hobbies. Sol and his parents decided to discontinue his medication and, although his hyperactivity returned, with his switch and his mind at 100% he could code more complex, more elegant phrases for the systems. Though not a ‘genius’ per se, his skills were enough to land him a part time job at a business system programming corporation. The company was rather high-end, and sometimes even wrote security programs for the government itself. By this time, Sol was more or less known in his small community to be a tech wiz. Without much of a future in academics, Sol dropped out of high school in his second year at the age of 15 and proceeded to work full-time instead. Up to this point, his political views were more or less neutral, and the whole war of the factions was something he did not even consider.
For a few months he successfully worked at the firm. One day however the government’s bureaucracy came to intervene, with laws that disallowed a mere 15 year old to work at a facility that sometimes handled the government’s own security systems. Instead of simply taking him off of the team of programmers that handled government-commissioned jobs, Sol was entirely dismissed from the company at the political superpower’s request. Though he was surely bummed, it wasn’t the event that caused his sway into his current status of anarchist.
Around the same time his father had lost his job as a governmental secretary, a result of budget cuts to the organization’s main funding. As the only man supporting a family of four, Sol’s father panicked to find another job. Gigi was just graduating and now enrolling in her first year of college- money was something they sorely needed, impulse further fueled by the fact that she would most likely be the only college graduate out of their two children. Gigi applied to financial aid but was declined, due to the fact that her father still fit into the category of being ‘employed’, as the job he just lost still payed him a minimum wage for the next couple of months until his contract was done.
To help, Sol found a job at a different programming company. The pay was much lower than his previous job, and it seemed like not all dealings were exactly legal. There he met some people who were affiliated to the anarchists – it piqued his interest more than it used to, but he still did not join. He melded into the environment while sending what money he could to his sister, and soon learned a few tricks about hacking into systems through his coworkers. For a while it was smooth sailing, though there was always a flicker of shady business in the firm.
Sol’s father could not yet find a job that payed enough to support the family. For now he worked at a data storage and repair center, often taking some of it home to work on them through the night. With some of his and Sol’s money, their family just managed to scrape by the skin of their teeth. It was one unfortunate day when the police decided to raid the business Sol worked at – the visit was unexpected, and some less-than-legal data and technology was found after a thorough search. Sol too was detained given he was in the programming division, though he escaped going to prison due to being underage. As a part of the investigation however the police checked Sol’s home, and as their luck would have it, one of the hard drives his father had brought home to repair was encrypted with confidential information pertaining to the government. Accused of being a part of the racket that stemmed from the programming firm, Sol’s father was sent to jail, his mother detained for questioning, Gigi too questioned thoroughly despite her remote location at the university.
At this point in time the war of the factions was on the rise, and a small ramshackle data repair store could not afford to be associated with trouble with the government. They cast away any and all responsibility in regard to Sol’s father, claiming that the hard drive was never in their position, and that it was the Mariakis family’s possession entirely. Sol’s reputation as a tech wiz came to bite them all in the butt, and rumors started to spread, ‘I knew it all along’ ‘That kid was never right in the head, remember?’ ‘No surprise what they used his skills for.’ ‘ Like father, like son.’ His mother had a mental breakdown under the pressure of the rumors – she had always been especially sensitive to how others viewed her, just as she had chosen to medicate Sol to try and attain a ‘normal’ son - and without any counterevidence, Sol’s father remained in jail. That is, until he promptly removed himself from the world with the aid of a bed sheet noose several days after Sol’s 16th birthday. His family had broken. Only he and Gigi remained, and they were both terribly tired.
For a short while Sol stayed at a foster home, as he had no other relatives than his sister. He continued programming almost obsessively, and did his best to use his cheerful disposition to keep his sister going. At first he was angry at the anarchists – if it wasn’t for their illegal data, none of this would have happened. But then, he considered, deeply for once in his usually hyperactive mind. People didn’t do things just to be stupid. What drove the anarchists to even start moving? Then, a simple explanation surfaced. The government. Like a hungry wolf his mind latched onto the idea - ’The government has been pushing people into desperation. Just like they did to me, to my family.’ That was enough of an explanation for him and his simple mentality – he didn’t want to think any deeper about it. It was a direction at least, and he took the step from the ambiguous grey to the orange resistance.
Now 17 years of age he works in the intelligence division of the anarchists, programming and reprogramming security systems to better serve whatever purpose they need to serve. He has moved out of his foster home to live in a small apartment just underground, in the remains of an old subway system. He’s just as lively as he’s ever been despite the hardships, and although his mannerisms and nature of coding stays frivolous and fun, there is an underlying malice that is directed at the Big Brother.