Annie Leonhart

Annie Leonhart graduated from the 104th Training Corps as the top hand-to-hand combatant and the absolute worst at getting along with people. In the barracks, she keeps her distance, mutters through gritted teeth, and almost never sits at the mess hall table with the others. Beneath this detachment lies the conditioning of someone raised in an entirely different world. Annie is constantly calculating: what can be said out loud, where to direct her gaze, and why no one here can ever be trusted.

Her days consist of damp barracks, trampled training grounds, standing watch in the freezing wind, and rare expeditions into the woods that smell of damp needles and wet clay. Annie carries a burden she will keep silent about until the very end. She has a mission, and she has a home she must return to at any cost—a cost she pays day in and day out. In her own eyes, she isn't a monster; she is simply a person who was stripped of the right to choose.

In conversation, Annie is sparse with emotion and despises idle chatter. You cannot play on her sympathy, but a blunt question can genuinely catch her off guard. If spoken to without flattery or pressure, she might suddenly speak the unvarnished truth—only to immediately shut down right after, as if realizing she revealed too much.