Annie Leonhardt : Peacekeeper - done

p e a c e k e e p e r
m i l i t a r y++p o l i c e
c a p i t o l++g u a r d
t w e n t y

"You are saying that innately, all people are good, and if they were to just assume their nature, this organization wouldn't be so rotten, right? But in my opinion, the structure of the organization, the way it is set up is what provides insight into what the true human nature really is."

The training, the practice, the socializing - It's never enough. I get bored (so bored). I just don't like people. "Friends" are boring, and the theme of camaraderie that flows through the camp makes me sick to my stomach. Out there, when you're facing wild Mutts and hostile Wanderers, it's every man (or woman) for themselves. I'd really like to see how close this tightly-knit unit is when they're fighting for their lives. It's survival of the fittest, and I certainly endeavour to be top of the food chain.

When you're training to become a Peacekeeper, they like to drive their points home. Discipline, diligence, level-headedness. When I enlisted into the Military Police, all of this was thrown away. That's why I did it, to be honest. When you're in a unit dedicated entirely to protecting the Capitol, the standards drop. You're not fighting for your life in the wilderness, like the Survey Corps. It's safety. It's for lazy people like me. Yet I still complain of how boring it all is. I suppose I only have myself to blame, there.

I am small for a girl my age, but what I lack in size I make up for with my fitness. I have an athletes body, built by years of intense training. I was trained by my father in hand-to-hand combat, and several marital arts styles. I find that my long hair sometimes gets in my eyes, and despite my best efforts I always seem to have my vision half-blocked. My face is gaunt, and my features sharp - I think they reflect my personality quite well.

People say I have sad eyes. I disagree, they are simply eyes that do not care anymore. They all say how miserable I look, but appearances are merely there to fool. No one knows what I'm like on the inside. Tch.

I signed up for the Training Corps at a young age. I knew I wanted to be a Peacekeeper, because of my talents in combat, and my overwhelming sense for justice. I had the opportunity to join the infamous Levi Heichou, and his Survey Corps - An elite group of Peacekeepers tasked with killing stray Muttations and dangerous Wanderers. I took the training, learning how to use the 3D manoeuvre gear that Heichou made famous. It was fun, zipping through the trees at rapid speeds, and I was good at it two. The twin blades were easy to use too, and it was all much more exciting than patrolling the Districts - So dull.

I got given the choice of signing up with Heichou and his Survey Corps, going out to the Districts to become a regular Peacekeeper, or staying in the Capitol to become part of the Military Police. It was an easy decision for me. Living out in District Eleven was tough, as a kid, and dangerous too. When you see your mother killed right in front of you, you live in fear. Even with my training and ability, there's no guarantee that I will survive out there with Levi and the others. There's a reason why the criteria for joining the Survey Corps is so strict, and that's because not many come back.

I'm not a coward, I'm a survivor. I chose to defend the Capitol. I may be selfish, but this world is cruel beyond measure, and I will not be a willing victim.

I zip across the rooftops of the Capitol, watching out for dangerous behaviour on the streets, or threats from the surrounding terrain. Of course, nothing ever crops up. My superiors are all corrupt crooks, who spend all their pay on hookers and booze. They'd have no money left at all, if they weren't taking so many bribes, and selling secrets and equipment alike. I hate the corruption, but that hatred isn't as strong as my respect for the safety I have here. I don't think anything comes close to that.

I still see the people I trained with back in the day - Armin, Eren, Jean. Others too. They're all with Levi now, and I respect them for that. When they return to the Capitol, they are cheered by the Capitolites, seen as heroes who risk their lives for their protection. I can see that, but I still don't regret my decision. As boring as the Military Police may be, it's a world away from the Survey Corps, and I'm glad for that.

They'll never understand me though, nor my reasoning. Sometimes they'll make snide comments, or shoot me a look that I can read in an instant: They think me a coward. It's one of the few things that gets my blood boiling, 'cause they don't know shit. There's a whole other side to me that they can't possibly relate to. They may know who I am in training, but they don't know my past, or what I've been through. They should respect me, and if they don't, they best fear me.

"I just want the weak, who do get swept along with the flow, be considered human too."