Shadis paced up and down the rows of adolescents and observed them, finally retreating back to the front of it. "You may have heard a rumour that we will be gaining some new recruits today, I've come to put that rumour to rest. It is true!" Shadis's extremely loud voice boomed across the crowd.

There were some small mutters thrown across the regiment to be cut off by a loud yell. Three teenagers walked up at the front. One had brown hair, a quarter shaven and swept over to the side. He had a lip wring pierced into his bottom lip, and an earing. He was staring off into the distance, like he was oblivious to his surroundings. His mouth was slightly opened, showing the slightest bit of teeth. His eyes looked filled with boredom, added with the orange tone made him look calm and serene. The second was an equally as tall male with dark grey hair and a mischievous, slightly twisted smirk on his face. His hair was scruffy, but it was neatly scruffy, the fringe was mainly aiming towards the right eye, covering his forehead. The last was a female, only slightly shorter. She had long, brown hair and light yellow-ish eyes. A strip of her hair had been dyed a deep blue, the colour of the sky when it's nearing night. She had a small, lopsided smile. "Kita Irne, Nix Grim, Markov Kaiser. Renowned in all fields, I hope you don't go easy on them. They will join you in hand-to-hand combat this afternoon."

The crowd saluted and began to split off their own ways. It was lunch, the different regiments were going to different places. "You three." Shadis turned to the new trio. "You'll be in the 104th group, I'm not one to say this, but." Shadis exhaled, "do good."

"We go where?" Nix asked.

"I've said it five times already! Up here, then left. It's not hard, Grim."

"I'm just messin'. I can't wait to use the blades here, though, they don't seem to look as good as our old ones, maybe they'll cause more blood. More blood is always better."

"You're weird, Nix."

"Hey! Don't single me out! You're weird too."

"At least I don't go on about blood all day."

Markov sighed and smirked a little. These arguments always happened, nobody really won them though. "What do you think, Kaiser? Is more blood better?"

"It depends on the circumstances."

"That's your answer to everything." Kita complained.

"It's a good answer." Markov shrugged and leant against a wall to wait for his friends to catch up.

"Why are you waiting? Just go in."

"Are you scared?" Nix teased.

Markov stood up and walked over to him, his neutral, poker - faced expression kept still on his face. "Really, Grim?"

Nix sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this battle and backed up. "Lets go in."

"Guys, guys, wait." Kita exclaimed as if it was important. "We should enter really coolly."

Nix chuckled and Markov raised a bored eyebrow. "I'm serious. So I go in and look around, laugh slightly. Nix, you do your creepy thing. Markov, you're the coolest out of us, so-"

"How is he the coolest?!"

"He's silent, skilled, smart, calm, steady..."

"Yeah yeah. It was rhetorical."

"Anyway, Markov, you look around in distaste and raise your eyebrow, like you're bored and superior."

Markov glared at her and did the description of what she said he should do. "Yeah, just like that."

"No. This is my expression to your plan, but whatever, I'll do it. It's what I'd do anyway."

"Great, let's go."

Markov rolled his eyes and followed after his two slightly shorter friends. Kita opened the door and awaited the reaction, they all stared as they walked in. Kita smirked a bit and suppressed a laugh, instead, she let a small gasp of air put of her nose in a laugh like expression and used her keen observation to read the faces of the people who stared. A majority male. Most female's hair is tied back or cut short. She noticed a short blonde girl at the back with two abnormally tall males, she looked up for a split second when they entered and then continued to eat. She was around 153cm, a dull look in her eye, almost as dull as Markov's. Nix entered after and quickly jolted his head to the side and brushed his hair out of his eye. His eyes had a light red pigment in them, making him look even more sadistic than his smile did. He checked the faces of everyone in the room, looking for any injuries or...blood. He had a thing about blood, it was weird. Whenever he saw it he got an excited tingle down his spine and he always smiled. One of the boys had a small cut around his thumb, trying to hide it from prying eyes. The blood had dried up, gone brown, they looked like bite marks. As he walked past he processed the mark, couldn't be an animal, those were human teeth marks, too blunt to be otherwise. Markov ran a hand through his hair as he joined the pair in the room and looked around. Dark, lit by candlelight. All the occupants are eating the same food, bread. Some strange injuries on a few, some have fear hidden behind their eyes. He rolled his eyes and curled his lip in distaste as he proceeded through the room. Four people were not looking at them, maybe trying not to acknowledge them. Three at the back, one at the front. Two tall males, one blonde, strong, scowl, maybe he's done something. The other, black haired, taller, small perspiration forming, guilty of something? Hiding something? The other two were female. One short blonde, dull, bored blue eyes and a slight frown. Upset about something. Doesn't talk much to the looks of it, individual. The last had short black hair, a red scarf wrapped tightly around the neck, close to two males, extremely close to one. Relationship: a sibling relationship. Too motherly though, smothering him with care.

He followed to the back of the room with his fiery eyed friends and sat down on a wooden bench. Eyes were still on them, then suddenly all went back to their conversations, some sneaking glances. "I got the blonde girl at the back. Short but strong, she didn't observe us, stats?" She turned to Markov.

"Independent, lone wolf, good in combat. Probably doesn't like talking to people other than the tall ones."

"Anything on them?"

"Sweating a lot, guilty of something maybe? The other is strong but has a scowl, he's done something and trying to hide it was a scary face."

"Injuries?"

"Bite marks on green eye's thumb over there, he's trying to hide it."

"From his overprotective sister with the scarf."

"It's been like that for a few hours now, dried blood, it's a human bite, scaling his mouth it seems to be that he's bitten it himself." Nix informed.

The trio were extremely observant. They could notice tiny little things and piece them together instantly, knowing if somebody is lying or not is an easy procedure for them.

A figure aproached their table. "Hey, I'm Jean Kirstein. I'd just like you to know that.." He leaned close to the trio and muttered something. They didn't seem to care though. "Ackerman will be mine. Females just don't know about how amazing I am yet, and are afraid to confront me." He said smugly.

Kita clenched her fist, knowing she could easily take him out. "Kita, sit down." Markov sighed, annoyed.

Kita realised she was standing up with her fists near Jean's face. She let go of his shirt and sat down. "Sorry."

"You should be. You ruined my shirt." He jabbed a finger and booped her on the nose. Nix smirked and chuckled, along with Kita herself. "What's so funny?" Jean demanded.

"You just made Kaiser mad."

Jean turned pulled a face and turned around and began to walk, only to walk into what felt like a brick wall. "What the hell?" He murmured and looked up. "Get out of my way, weirdo."

Markov stayed put and continued to stare lazily at the horse faced man. "I said, MOVE!"

Markov's gaze didn't waver in the slightest. He looked calm and collected, it looked like he knew what he was doing. His intimidating presence was complimenting the glare. It wasn't supposed to be a glare, it was his normal, calm expression, just added with his flaring orange eyes that seem to shine when he's annoyed. Jean got ticked off and lifted his fist, wound up and prepared to come in contact with a jaw or a nose or something. Markov rolled his eyes and reluctantly took a hand out of his pocket, and caught the fist. "You made me take my hand out of my pocket. How rude." He muttered into Jean's ear.

Jean tried to move but he had frozen up. Markov centered his weight on his left leg and quickly swept under Jean's leg, lightly pushing him backward. Jean fell onto the ground with an astounding thud and Markov sat back at his table. "So, you took your hand out." Nix sighed.

"You could've got him down with only your legs like usual."

"I know, but I was tired."

"You should rest then."

"If I could, I would."

They ignored the massive array of eyes staring at them and continued to have an average, normal conversation. Markov quickly took his hand out of his pocket and blocked another hit from Jean, not taking his eyes off the conversation. "Excuse me one moment."

He stood up again and gripped Jean's fist so tight it could bleed. "When will you learn?"

He sharply clicked his wrist backwards and Jean leapt out of the hold as soon as Markov let go, holding his wrist in agony. "You...you're a monster."

"It's ironic you say that when Titans are around. I believe the word your looking for is,

Demon."

sooooo here it is, the forsaken aot story. The OC'S have lovely fiery eyes! Yay! Markov is meant to be really calm and cool. His eyes are slightly closed and have that Annie tone to them btw.