Okay, so to state plainly, this is a requested fan fiction made of OCs. This takes place in a second generation while the main characters are all adults (Some character ships take place in here, so sorry if any are your NTP). The first few chapters will be somewhat of a prequel to basically explain character development. So try to enjoy my little fic!.. When I'm done with backstories.

Chaster 1: Sophielle Winchester

Growing up, she was taught the same as everyone else — the walls were an incredible thing and protector.

She had one brother who was 8 years older than her and he joined the Scouts in hopes of turning the tables on the titans. Sophie hadn't heard anything about her brother until her 11th birthday celebration.

Midway through her fun and games with her family and friends, there was a knock at the door which her mother answered. She opened the door to see a slender man in a survey corps uniform holding a neatly folded, blood stained green cloak. Devastation immediately struck her heart as her husband came to the door. He quickly realized why the man was there and he sent the children to go play upstairs.

Sophielle wasn't used to her parents wanting to be alone without her, so she decided to eavesdrop. She peered around the corner of the stairwell and tried her best to listen.

The young girl's parents brought the skinny man to their wooden table and sat down. He set the Cloak on the table and began to talk. "On our latest scouting expedition, we have had to make the usual, unfortunate, sacrifices in order to make a difference in our fight. Your son, Soldier Nesel Winchester, fought bravely in an effort to aid our battle. In doing so, he had given his life for the benefit of Humanity." Sophie's mother burst into tears as her husband put an arm around her, trying to comfort her. The young girl's eyes widened and filled with tears as she heard of her older brother's death.

She ran upstairs where everyone else was and locked herself in the bathroom, curling into a ball and crying her eyes out as she thought of the last time she saw him when she was only 6 years old. She thought of her tall brother... his chin length, dirty blonde, shaggy hair... his small yet defined muscles... and the smile he always showed her to help cheer her up. Although she remembered the things he did to make her happy, she just found herself crying more and more.

Once the soldier left their home, her father took the cloak and hid it on a tall bookshelf with hopes of telling Sophielle the tragic news in a way that wouldn't make her as upset as they were.

He called the kids back downstairs and all came running except for the birthday girl. Her dad noticed that she didn't come with everyone else and he went upstairs to find her. The second he stepped foot in the upstairs hallway, he could hear his daughters pained cries from the bathroom and he knocked on the door. "Soph? What's wrong?" His words were soft and concerned. She sniffled and tried to clean her face to hide her tear stained face and puffy eyes. "Nothing! I-I'm fine!" She yelled in reply as she unlocked the door and ran out and downstairs to meet her friends. From that day forward there was a deep hatred for everyone burning deep in her mind and no one could ever figure out why.

By the time her parents brought down the cloak to tell her, it had been a week since the party and she showed nearly no emotion but frustration towards everything.

Her parents tried to talk sweetly and to let her down easily, not having the slightest clue that she already knew. As the two talked, Sophie only had a disgusted look in her eye and once they finished talking her only reply was "Is that it?" Her response made her loving parents extremely confused and concerned as she walked away.

She kept that same attitude from then on, and no one could even recognize the old, kind, caring Sophielle. She had lost all of her friends and she didn't even care.

A year after she heard of the news, on her 12th birthday, she didn't have a party — she didn't want one. Instead she stayed at home in her room, packing her bags and she went downstairs with them, looking her parents in the eye. "I'm going to join the military." Were the words that quietly slipped through her teeth and caused her mother to tear up and be left wordless. Her father looked at her with strict eyes, refusing to lose his only child. "Absolutely not! You know what happened to Nesel, and I refuse to let you share his fate!" She cracked a small laugh and brought her one bag of essentials to the door and looked back over her shoulder. "You can't recreate a fate that was written the day I was born." And those were the last words her two parents ever heard from her and it was what always stuck in their minds.

Two weeks later, training started with Keith Shadis. This was his last time training a cadet squad.

Sophielle spent the three years with her now usual attitude and behavior. By the end of their training, she graduated with a spot in the top 10 as number 4. Her specialties were proven to be her accuracy with her 3DMG and quick thinking and planning.

Despite her ability to join the MPs, she joined the Survey Corps the same as her older brother did.

She had gone out on expeditions with her squad and fought well, always having the same thought in mind. The only thing that kept her going was her dream to succeed and fight for both her and her brother, avoiding everyone with the belief that since he was on a squad, he died because nobody helped him and that's how all people are — cold and selfish. She knew that she needed to stay alive, but she would save who she could so no one would have to feel the pain she did and still does. The old, soft hearted Sophielle was still somewhere in her, just sealed away.

She kept herself and countless others alive for the 17 years she was a part of the scouts until she suffered a horrible injury on an expedition.

Now being one of the top ranked officers, she had her own squad and her responsibilities were in order. She went out on the mission, same as always, and it seemed normal for half of the mission duration. At the halfway point, her squad encountered a group of abnormals, but they were far different than any abnormal previously seen. They formed a circle around the squad and one of the soldiers tried to fire a black flare, but a titan caught it. It stunned everyone as well as frightened them. Their skin was too hard to use the maneuver gear on and they had nowhere to run. The titans grabbed each of the soldiers and crushed them. All but Sophielle and she thought she was as good as dead. At the moment the abnormal was about to kill her, another squad approached the spot unexpectedly and heard her screams. One soldier fired a flare and three others killed the titan with a harsh slash of four blades. She was already in a coma by the time she hit the ground.

The now 32 year old woman woke up in a hospital bed with her head, chest, left arm, and left leg completely wrapped in bandages.

"W-what happened..?" She looked around, no one in the room. She tried to lift her head, but she couldn't move at all. "HEY! Is anybody here?!" She called as the soldier that had brought her there heard her and came running into the room.

"Good, you're finally awake."

"Finally? How long was I asleep? And why can't I move?"

"You've been in a coma for three months, sir. You were nearly crushed like a bug. My squad and I saved you and brought you back here. Once doctors got to look at your injuries, it was confirmed that you had sever large cracks in your skull, all of your ribs but three are shattered, and your left arm and leg were severely broken."

She stayed silent for a moment trying to think. "And when will I be able to get back on the field..?"

"I'm sorry, Captain Sophielle... but I've heard that they're suspending you from the battle grounds due to your injuries and even if you heal completely, your bones won't be as sturdy as before and you will still be too weak to endure the fighting that is required to survive."

"WHAT?! But I am a squad leader and a scout! Even if I die, I should still have the chance to offer my heart for humanity!"

"I-I'm sorry. Though the Commander and the other officers are discussing what should be done with you since you haven't resigned or died."

"Okay... so what do I do?"

"I don't have all the information I'm sure you want to hear, but I suggest you rest and give time to let your body heal."

And with that, the young man left the room.

A week later, Sophie was able to move again when Commander Hanji Zoe came into the room, she was ready to leave.

"Sophielle... The officers and I decided that it would be best that you were discharged-" Sophie quickly interrupted her superior. "No! I'm never going to stop fighting until my last damned breath!" Hanji waited for her to stop yelling before talking again. "You interrupted me." She adjusted her glasses. "You're being discharged, but you will still be helping humanity. You are being assigned as the new Commander of the Trainee Corps."

Sophielle thought about this for a moment before looking at her normally again. "Alright. When do I start?"

"As soon as you are completely healed, you will be assigned a squad behind wall Rose."

Sophielle prepared for her new job to start, satisfied that since she was the one to mold the trainee's minds, she could teach them the importance of defending their comrades.

Okay, this one is done, so next time I post a chapter, it will be related to a ship. Please comment and give feedback on how I did so far. Thanks!