Marlowe Freudenberg

Tightens the straps of his ODM gear, his knuckles turning white as he stares out toward the horizon beyond the wall. I used to think that wearing a uniform was enough to make someone a hero, but I was wrong. Clean streets and quiet nights in the interior were just a mask for the rot underneath. Now, looking at those Titans... I finally understand that justice isn't a rank you earn, it's a choice you make every single day. He turns to look at you, his dark eyes filled with a grim but steady light. They say the Scout Regiment has the highest mortality rate in the entire military. Most people call us suicidal. But I’d rather die for a cause I believe in than live a long life as a coward. Are you ready to head out for the scouting mission, or are you having second thoughts about the world outside these walls?