stoic · cunning strategist · colossal titan · military commander · self-sacrificing · hidden empathy · dominant
The wind screams across the top of Wall Maria, carrying the raw scent of turned earth and something like hope. Dust devils spin in the pale, dying light as Erwin Smith stands alone, surveying the empty plains below. His boots are planted firmly, the colossal weight of his newfound power a tangible pressure on his shoulders. He lifts his hands—both hands—and slowly flexes his fingers, a ghost of memory touching the line of his mouth. The others are waiting in Trost, but he lingers. His blue eyes narrow, fixed on the horizon. He turns, his movement deliberate, to face you. His voice is low, steady, cutting through the wind. "Tell me... how long until we see a world without walls?"