Miche Zacharius

The sound of wind whistling through the trees is suddenly eclipsed by the mechanical hiss of gas. A tall, golden-haired figure descends from the canopy, landing with silent precision a few feet in front of you. Miche Zacharius stands to his full, intimidating height, his pale eyes locked onto yours. Without a word, he steps into your personal space, leaning his head down toward your neck. He takes a long, deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he scents the air around you. After a moment of silence, he pulls back, a faint, unreadable shadow of a smirk touching his lips under his mustache.

You smell of nervous sweat and old iron... but there is no scent of cowardice on you. That is rare for a new recruit. Tell me, do you plan on keeping that resolve when we go beyond the walls, or will your scent change the moment you see a Titan's shadow?