Corps Training: Cornelius Caesidy

Application for  the SnK-themed group

HOORAY ANOTHER RP GROUP FOR ME ^{and I have more to join in mind //otlplz//}

Anyways, meet my first SnK OC, Cornelius~ (call him anyway you want. As long as its a good name, please.) 

_{<He looks almost like one of the RP characters I already have   //shot}

Name: Cornelius Caesidy

Name Meaning: Cornelius is possibly derived from the Latin word cornu meaning “horn.” Caesidy is derived from “Cassidy” meaning “‘descendent of Caiside,” originally a family with a heritage of being physicians, priests, poets or scholars.

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Height: 5’8

Birthday: October 10

Weight: 165 ibs.

Squad: Garrison (could change though)

Brief Description:

He has short, messy sandy blonde hair with brilliant blue eyes and has fair skin with a patch of freckles and a rounded nose on his face. His stocky built has gotten less plump after some time living in the streets. He became a little bit muscular during this time from fending for himself on the streets and taking on back-breaking labor to live by.

Personality: 

He may appear calm and aloof but he is actually emotionally unstable: prone to impulsive outbursts whenever he feels that his beliefs are being challenged. He is against anything the Wall worshipers preach for he preaches about creeds that were from a different time (before the Titans arrived).

He is dependent on others’ guidance, craves for attachment and fears of being abandoned. However, this does not translate well in his actions for he didn’t learn how to properly express himself when it comes to affection or intimacy. He’s not used to making his own decisions, despite his brief independence living in the streets, and has to rely on someone else’s judgment before he can create his own. He will become loyal to those who will show him generosity and friendship.  Being disowned by his parents and living as a street urchin scarred him into appearing distant but has learned to open up again when an old man saved him from that. There are times he still becomes pessimistic and blames himself though to the point where he shuts himself off from everyone else for a certain amount of time.

Due to being easily sympathetic towards others, he sees it as his duty to help those in need and is always happy to lend a hand. Also, he can’t help but act respectable towards elders and superiors, almost to the point of ridicule in which he hates to disappoint them and get embarrassed or depressed at the slightest disrespect he’s made towards them.

Family:

His parents are from a long line of Wall Cultists who have lived in the districts of Wall Sina since the Titans appeared. He had an array of different kinds of siblings but many of them died due to suspicious accidents or disease brought upon the immunity deficiency some of those in the bloodline can inherit, thus he never got to really know them and left him with a sense of longing for a larger, and maybe even fuller, family.

After being a street urchin, an elderly man took notice of him and took Cornelius into his home. Cornelius developed a bond towards him that was equal to that of grandson towards his grandfather. Cornelius was in deep sorrow when the man died a little around a year after he was adopted by him.

History:

 He was born in the Stohess District to a wealthy family who worshiped the Walls and had some influence around their inner circle of Wall Cultists. When he was young, he followed in the ways of a Wall worshiper but, as curious as he had always been, he began questioning the creed he was raised to believe in bit by bit. These doubts were made solid even further when, one day, Cornelius stumbled upon a secret room in an old building that was filled with sets of peculiar texts and writings. He would later find out that they contained creeds of the time before the Titans and, heeding the words in some of the texts, applied them into his life as best as possible and preached them in secret. When the parents took notice of his strange behavior, they intervened and tried to knock some logic into him (they thought of him as “delusional” as all the guardians towards mankind mentioned in his texts were described as “otherworldly”). Fearing for their status by being associated with a heretic, they hired a band of thugs to get rid of him. The thugs beat him and dumped him in Trost where he was dressed to look like a filthy refugee amongst those fleeing from wall breached by the Colossal Titan.

Cornelius was only twelve at the time.

For the next two years, Cornelius would fend for himself:  he learned how to fight off shoddy folks (the more desperate refugees or bratty bullies) , he scavenged through trash heaps just to find scraps and he took on demeaning jobs just to get the little money that was enough to buy a meager meal.

That was until Cornelius was saved by an elderly blacksmith who took him in his house just as he was being chased by the usual bunch of bullies who tormented him. The elderly man was actually someone who regularly noticed Cornelius as he wandered around the streets. The man always felt sorry for him so he allowed the boy to stay in his house for as long as he wants.

“But old man, he stuttered, having tried to rebut the blacksmith, I hate to be a burden—“

“Nonsense.” But the old man cut him off, “I live by myself and only have my metal shop, my books and myself to burden me.” He laughed to himself as he made a warm smile.

The old man’s lofty cottage house and warm presence provided Cornelius with an environment and aura he could never experience from his parent’s flamboyant family home and the street’s unfavorable living conditions. He would even help out in the blacksmith’s shop which Cornelius felt was the best way “to pay for the room. ” Cornelius celebrated creative freedom to share the enlightenment he experienced from the old texts to old man (he was reluctant to believe but showed interests in Cornelius’ preaching). During this time with the old man, Cornelius did his best to recall all the quotes he learned from the old texts and write them down with pen and ink.  Things were like this for a while but, just as quickly as Cornelius was about to be contended with this new life, the old man got stricken with sickness and died the following week even after Cornelius’ attempts to nurse him back to health.

After mourning for the old blacksmith’s death, Cornelius decided to dedicate his life to service, something he remembered learning from the texts he read. The best way he thought he could do that so was to enlist into the military where their involvement in service seemed more needed than it was before. He despises being in the Military Police because it would mean he would cross paths with his old parents, whom he still hasn’t forgiven, and he is continually wavered into the temptation of being in the Survey Corps but he resisted knowing the higher chances of death will reduce his chances of him living his ultimate dream: starting a family of his own.   

RP Example: 

Cornelius found his fingers reach for the pendant under the fabric of his clothes. He fished it out and let his hand feel the familiar cold on the oddly shaped rusted metal piece. The barracks are still filled with soft snores and tired bodies. He was awake yet he didn’t want to get off of the bed—he had just woken up from that dream again, the one about the many youngsters who bear his face. He finds it funny,; Seeing them have such a resemblance to him gives him a sense of euphoria, but upon remembering who kicked him out, who sent him to the streets, who made him feel the largest sense of rejection in his life; also has similar facial features.

He wanted that to never matter anymore. He sighs as he stared at the ceiling still remembering the day that person stopped calling him son, looking back the way they did—it was never directly even. Swinging his feet off the bed, he finally convinced himself he was awoke and laced his on boots an hour ahead of everyone else . The morning bell is still dull but a new day has arrived for him, a new day away from his old life.

His new life is here, he tells himself every day. Another day of training, another day to be with his teammates, another day away from his past lives and, most importantly, another day closer to death.

If the texts that spoke against the Walls were right, it meant he was closer to a better place. As much as he wanted it though, he still has training to do. And more of his superiors and his teammates to associate with.

“Hey! Top of the morning to you” He greets the first person he sees with the standard salute before addressing them with a respectable title.

Additional: 

-The pendant he wears is a cross—he hides it under his shirt and rarely takes it off. It was one of the many artifacts he found along with the texts.

-He has a difficulty smiling but when he does it is because he found something genuinely amusing or touching.

-His favorite foods are bread, porridge, hot coffee and apples; giving him any of these when he’s hungry, you are guaranteed a favor from him

-. He isn’t very good at expressing his emotions but voicing out his beliefs is something he tries to make an effort to have himself be heard. 

-He developed muscle after teaching himself how to fight those who beat him in the streets and taking on an assortment of odd jobs (e.g. carrying firewood, delivering heavy packages, pulling loaded carts) .

- He has no interest in going back to his parents since he knows they were behind the thugs tossing him in Trost. The surname he uses now is that of the old man’s.

-A small journal and pen is in his pocket. They were a gift from the old man. He carries them around in case he remembers some of the text’s writings from out of the blue.

-Cornelius believes in free will when it comes to opinions so he’s never about forcing his own beliefs to someone else and vice versa.

-He doesn’t really know how to properly groom or clean up after himself because:

1. When he was a kid, servants helped him get dressed whenever he went out and clean up after the messes he made
2. When he was a street rat, there was very little chance for him to even get clean
3. When he was with the old man, the old man passed on to him his inability to organize one’s belongings since he just liked his stuff laying around where he can see them.

-No matter what, though, his hair will always ruffle back even if you comb it a hundred times over

-One of those he sees in his dreams:  fav.me/d7b50xb

Original Skill Points: 
Battle Skill - 5
Strategy -2
Initiative - 3
Intuition - 4
Teamwork -  1
Total: 15

Quotes:

As a child, I spoke…and I understood, as a child. Thought as one also. But…I am…a man now.  Time to put aside the childish things

~ Derived from the Bible (1 Corinthians 13:11)

Humanity: made a male and a female; made into tribes. . . that you may get to know. . .and very before a most honored… and most virtuous

– Derived from the Qur’an (49:13)

Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow; but woe to him that is alone when he falls, for he has not another to help him up"  Ecclesiastes  (4:9-10).

Cornelius Caesidy © marimariakutsu

Corps-Training © PetrifiedBerry

Shigeki no Kyojin © Hajime Isayama