MIKASA ACKERMAN, PEACEKEEPER

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MIKASA ACKERMAN, PEACEKEEPER Nov 15, 2013 22:13:57 GMT -5

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MIKASA ACKERMAN

"Second best to Levi, Mikasa
is a talented young girl.
She is brave, but also rather cold.
Not known for friendliness, she is
compassionate, but lacks the skills
to express herself properly.
Her parents were killed in front of her
when she was a child, and from then
on she has been capable of telling
herself when and how to fight.
Powerful and extraordinarily strong,
she is one of the most beautiful people
anyone could ever meet. Ever since
Eren’s parents adopted her into
their family she has felt as though
she is indebted to Eren and is
rarely seen from his side. She feels
as though she owes him her life.
She will do everything to protect him
and keep him from harm’s way."

N a m e : MIKASA ACKERMAN
A g e : TWENTY-THREE
G e n d e r : FEMALE
L o c a t i o n : CAPITOL
F a c e c l a i m : CHOI JINRI (SULLI)
J o b : PEACEKEEPER
S o n g : --
P l o t : WINGS OF FREEDOM
C o d e w o r d : odair

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MIKASA ACKERMAN, PEACEKEEPER Nov 16, 2013 2:26:29 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Nov 16, 2013 2:26:29 GMT -5

“No matter where I sleep,
Y o u a r e h a u n t i n g m e ,
But I'm already there,
I ' m a l r e a d y t h e r e .”

It comes in flashes when she sleeps, like rainwater dripping in through the crack in her ceiling. She can't escape it, that steady, horrid drip. It feels like the clouds in the sky are going to drop on her head. She's strong, yeah, Mikasa is one of the strongest people in the entire world, according to Eren, but she isn't really sure how far that strength extends, or if it applies to this particular thing or not. In her opinion, Eren is much stronger than her when it comes to these things. In her opinion, she is weaker than the beams that keeps the roof standing.

She remembers the sun. Not all bad things happen in the rain like they are meant to, not all evil things are accompanied by foreboding music, or an evil laugh like in the movies. For Mikasa, she remembers flowers and sunlight. She remembers her bare feet running through tall grass, a white sundress twisting it's self around her ankles. Her top button had been undone all summer and there was a strange tan line across her little girl chest. The bottoms of her feet were hard and callused from weeks of not wearing shoes, and there was a crown made of flowers in her hair because it was late afternoon and she and the other kids had been playing hide and seek in the small woods on the outskirts of her District.

She was eight years old the day her mother had taken some precious ink and a needle to her wrist, to carve into her skin the sign of her family. It was to mark her as the last of her long line, for her mother was the last before her. She remembers her father's hand on her head, and her mother smiling in front of her. She remembers their proud smiles because even at eight she showed her strength. She hadn't shed one tear. The site of blood on the bandage her mother had wrapped around the fresh wound still haunts her, for she'd rather think of that blood than the blood she came home to that summer day.

The front door had been shut, which had been odd because it was summer and they lived in the Eleventh District. They couldn't afford a good fan, so the door was left open. It smelled of leather in the air, and she could hear the cattle. She could smell them too, natural in the worst way. To her, they smelled stinky and gross, but today their usual smell was tinged with something tart, like iron. It didn't occur to her as her bare feet touched the coarse wood of the porch that the iron smell grew stronger the closer she got to the front door. She didn't think to worry because in the Eleventh District, the worst that could happen would be something like a cow getting loose, or a bad haircut. Besides, the sun was still there, softly setting on her back. Nothing bad could happen in the sunshine. It was only when she turned the latch and saw a bit of red smudged on the door just above the handle.

In that moment, she wondered why that colour was there and felt a sense of something in her gut, telling her to turn away and run. Yet, a series of events had already begun, for as the door swung open, she opened her mouth to scream. No sound was exuded from betwixt her lips however, as a hand that had been laying in wait pushed it's self roughly against her mouth, another hand crushing the flower crown looped lazily across her mockingbird wing hair. She tried to fall backwards, but the door was closed shut behind her, and suddenly the scene in front of her became condensed and it was hard to breath.

Her father was against the far wall, body fallen in a sitting position, head fallen forward. Just a bit above him, there was red spattered all over the white wall, as if her father had been against the wall and fallen when he had been cut almost straight through the neck. In front of her father, was her mother. She stood, held at hatchet point, a look of hatred on her face. "Mikasa, do not come here, run away," her mother said. She tried to wiggle, to get free, but she was too weak. Her mother shouted and launched herself at the man with the knife, hoping to catch him off guard, but the man with the hatchet swung, and her body fell in mid flight. They lay crookedly together, her parents. They were too far apart. Mikasa screamed against the hand, anguish taking over her every sense until she thought she might go mad from it. All she could see was white, she couldn't make out shapes. She fought briefly, wriggling halfheartedly in the hold of the man, but gave up almost instantly when the other man hit her in the stomach. Her eyes were trained on her parents.

It was odd then, for there had been a childish light to those dark, blue orbs, but it seemed to expand and then die, like the death of a star. As the fist hit her stomach, the stars combusted inwards. They became black holes, sucking all the sunshine and light out of the little girl's eyes. Even now, they remain the same, a dead look in them that is usually found in the glazed eyes of a corpse. Those black holes took in the room and the faces of the men who held her captive, the men who had killed her parents. They stored the information, but her brain was dead, given in already. All she could see was her mother's body hitting the floor again and again, her skull split open, eyes open and staring.

The traffickers tied her up and kept her there in the kitchen as they raided her mother's fridge, breaking open preserve jars and eating all the stored meat. They laughed loudly, relieved at a job well done. Mikasa was not a problem. She sat on the floor, hands behind her back, staring out towards the living room where she could just see her mother's corpse, eyes still staring. All that night, they spoke of what they would do with her, what type of perverts were buying, where she would go. She only half listened, unable to focus. Fear had died with her parents.

She spent the night there, on the kitchen floor. There was only one man who watched her and he kept dozing off. Mikasa couldn't sleep. She was so tired, her bedtime was seven o'clock. Every time she shut her eyes, her mother's dead ones stared at her. So she waited for the sun to come back, to rise so that she might ask it why it had allowed this to happen.

It didn't reply.

With the sun, there came a soft knocking at the door. Mikasa stared in front of her. The man on watch was sound asleep at the table. She made no move, she hadn't for a while. The knock came again, this time more insistent. Still, there was no response from inside the house. After a few moments, she heard the door creak open, and then an intake of breath as the intruders took in the sight of the corpses. The man at the table shifted slightly, and then flicked one eye open. He'd heard the door open. He picked up a mean looking knife. Mikasa studied her mother's expression in the dawn light. It was full of anger, and did not look like she was at peace.

She heard a grunt and then a yell.

The man's body fell to the ground and blood pooled around his onto the wood flooring. She heard footsteps come closer, and suddenly there was a boy coming through the living room door, no older than her. She knew the boy. He came with his father sometimes when he'd do check-ups on the District Eleven children. His face looked angry, and he rushed towards her. She couldn't bring herself to be afraid of his expression, or the blood on his shirt. He knelt in front of her, waving his hand in front of her eyes. She stared dully past him, at her mother, laying there, still dead no matter how hard she concentrated. She felt him reach behind her to untie her, and when the rope loosened, she let her hands hit the tiled floor with a soft smacking sound. "It's okay, you're going to be okay now," he said.

Boots sounded on the stairs, and the second man cam down them, swinging his hatchet. The boy swiveled and took him down, knife in hand. Mikasa didn't watch, but she did see the blood that spattered the wall. She felt a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It reminded her of something. That foreboding feeling from before, it was back. As she sat, as motionless as a rag doll, the third man came in from the back room and picked up the boy in one foul swoop. He held him by the throat and he was going to die. She watched, unfeeling. Then he looked at her, and said, "Fight." She blinked slowly at him, a helpless feeling making her numb. "If you win, you get to live."

Her mother had not gotten to live, but she had lost. Mikasa felt a slow ember of rage begin in her feet, like a match being lit. "If you lose, you die." She looked at the knife forgotten on the floor. "If you don't fight, you can't win, so fight!" She stood slowly, and picked the knife up off the ground. Her father's blood was still on it, and on contact, she shook with fear, only able to watch as the boy in front of her slowly fought for breath. She couldn't do this. She couldn't fight a man three times her size. She couldn't kill.

Images flashed in her mind, her parent's bodies, this boy in front of her lifeless, the lady bugs on her mother's plants, the cow in the field that had gotten a disease that her father had shot. "It's the circle of life Mikasa, all things must die. Sometimes you need to help them along," she remembered her father saying that, remembered the way his eyebrows worked with his mouth. Even as he slipped his knife into the cow's eye, to make sure it was dead, the way his hands hadn't shook had always struck her.

Stop it. Stop shaking.

She stopped, still and breath coming slowly. The boy who had rescued her was being strangled, she needed to save him back.

The world is a callous and merciless place.

Now go. Stab the knife into the back of his neck and severe his spinal cord. Push against the ground with all of your strength to build momentum.

She slammed her bare foot and there was an audible crack. Rage ignited and heat spread through her body. A scream tore from her lips, this time arching into the air like a whip. She clawed her way up the man's back and missed his spinal cord, but definitely stabbed him in the back. She did so more than once, even as he fell underneath her. She liked the sound the knife made as it sliced through his skin, so she let the knife make the sound again and again, only stopping when the boy wrapped something maroon around her eyes. She sat there panting on the man's back, legs sticky with blood. She buried her face in the muffler, even though it was the middle of summer still. She had been so cold.

After that, she went with him, back to his father and back to his home. She feared they would stop her and take her away from him on the train. However, his father just waved his hand, and she was allowed to hold onto his hand until they reached their home in the Capitol. The decision to adopt Mikasa had been an easy one. She had been Doctor Zerstörer's patient since birth. In fact, she had been one of his projects. She was allowed into the Capitol as a test subject, but taken in as a daughter by Eren's mother.

From then on, she promised to herself that she would protect the boy who had valued her life more than she had. Over the years, Mikasa grew, and trained. She was of no use to the family if she did not work for her keep, and worked hard to become strong so she could protect Eren, the boy so full of righteousness that he managed to get into fights every day. It got to the point where the other kids would see her face, blank and merciless coming towards them in the school yard and they'd high tale it away rather than face her. She was dangerous, a genius in all her fields. Not only was she an incredible fighter, but she had the personality to go with it. Mikasa barely spoke from the day she was saved. She didn't know what to say, struggled to share anything. It was as if someone had disconnected the cord that translated her emotions and feelings into words. She couldn't find a way to explain her thoughts.

As a result, she has never been able to get on well with people, although she doesn't seem to care. When she does have something to say, it is usually helpful, her moral compass is straight as an arrow when making a decision. There is no grey area, there is only right or wrong. As she grew, she transformed from a nine year old girl into a warrior. Her body became well-toned and muscled, completely the opposite of the Capitol fashion of the rich looking soft. She gained a six pack, and grew like a tree, soon reaching the height of one hundred and seventy centimetres.

Still, her face is cold, and her eyes still empty. The only time she seems relatively happy is when she stands beside Eren and Armin. She made it through high school easily, excelling at almost everything she did. She was not the best at strategics, and did not understand team building exercises, but her fighting prowess made up for that. When she was nineteen, she followed Eren into the Peacekeeping Corps, excelling there too, even though they used an odd type of gear. It made the wearer able to swing between buildings and trees using a harness and wire. Still, she became a geius at that too, and was noted by the higher officers as second only to the famed Captain Levi.

After making it past training, she cropped her hair to her chin, out of practicality, but has never gone a day without wearing the maroon scarf that her adopted brother wrapped around her neck on that first day, no matter how hot the weather. Seemingly cold, she still does not translate her intentions or emotions well with others, and the only ones who seem to understand her are Eren and Armin. Otherwise, for all her strength, there is a part of Mikasa that is horribly scarred, and unable to be fixed. Still, she found that if she could take her feelings out on the things the troupe hunted, her emotions didn't need to be translated. In that small thing, she could find happiness.

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✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Graphics 5,831 POSTS Pronouns: they/them last seen Apr 26, 2024 12:04:31 GMT -5 “And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.” - steinbeck	MIKASA ACKERMAN, PEACEKEEPER Nov 26, 2013 4:06:10 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Nov 26, 2013 4:06:10 GMT -5 ( ˘ ³˘)♥ Complete! I feel that Cass has dibs tho, pls and thank!
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cass Retired Staff 4,822 POSTS last seen Oct 24, 2021 18:11:43 GMT -5	MIKASA ACKERMAN, PEACEKEEPER Nov 26, 2013 5:23:38 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by cass on Nov 26, 2013 5:23:38 GMT -5 i am so so so so so excited for this plot. And this bio is perfection in every way possible. ily, you are amazingggg <3333