Levi Ackerman, Peacekeeper

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levi ackerman
35
male
peacekeeper
special unit

The leader of the group Levi is a ruthless cold-hearted man that will see the end to any mission. Lacking any sort of apathy he is rude, unapproachable and known for his tremendous skill with the 3D MG. Perhaps the greatest soldier in existence what he has in talents he lacks in social skill and height. At only 160cm tall this clean-freak has a knack at getting under people’s skin.

There is a special unit’s squad within the Capitol. A squadron of seven individuals who have been trained in the most gruelling of manner to deal with jobs that the other Peacekeeper’s are incapable of succeeding in. With skills that are the envy of everyone who looks on these people are a bunch of close knit talented individuals who strive to maintain balance and justice within Panem. Lead by the ruthless Levi they are the ones that get right into the thick of battle taking out dangerous wanderers, hunting down criminals and dispatching mutts that roam loose and threaten to terrorise the Capitolites. Unlike other Peacekeeper’s they do not use guns as readily, they prefer to use a type of gear that enables them to move with speed and agility in amongst trees and buildings. It was specifically designed for their use, and instead of pistols and rifles they use swords, as they believe the classics are the best way to fight

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levi ackerman. And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. We're setting fire to our insides for fun. Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home, ( N A M E ) Levi Ackerman ( A G E ) Twenty-Seven ( D I S T R I C T) Peacekeeper ( G E N D E R ) Male ( A P P E A R A N C E ) Levi stands at the height of only 160cm. Very short of his age he compensates for the lack of tallness with his muscular strength. Years upon years of work have embedded themselves within his frame; iron hard muscles line his arm, chest and legs. And even though a thousand scars have worn themselves into his skin – thin white lines of remembrance – it is his short, yet undeniably powerful structure that tends to fool others. Hidden beneath long clothing is a powerful young man. Age has not yet worn itself permanently into his features, small wrinkles line his forehead, but aside from that there is nothing, but a smooth face. On most people there would be little markings left behind of a life loved to be lived, lines at the edges of the lips, creases at the corners of the eyes, but on Levi there was nothing. It was because he seemed determined to leave his face unmarred by the markings of joy, his lips always seemed desperate to stay down-trodden, and his eyes always hanging low as though a few more hours of sleep would do him justice. Growing up with the family he did he came to carry the same tense pride to his shoulders as they had had. Although it has wavered ever so slightly it is still clearly visible, but now it is tainted by more of a slump, as though pride is no longer of the utter most importance. Because it isn’t anymore to Levi, instead it has become just an inanimate part of his personality and his appearance. Even with the small structure that he has his cold, dead eyes are enough to intimidate anyone. Serious, cold and always glittering with a hint of danger make no mistake that this short boy is not weak. His eyes were dark brown, forbidding and dark. They were unwelcoming and demanded that you leave him be. Just as his eyes suggested the rest of him followed, rarely willing to open up and speak he is often seen sitting alone in silence. When he speaks a tangent of harsh biting words usually escapes. With the vocabulary of a thug his words are often cutting, vile and every bit offensive. He is hardly one to speak kindly, or give out encouraging advice. It wasn’t the way he did things. A mop of black hair sat on his head. Parts of it had tempted fate, allowing themselves to outgrow the others before dangling carelessly at the front of his face. Most of the time the front was split directly in the middle, half on one side of his face, half on the other. Although his hair was cropped to a short neat length it was oddly designed so that the top hung over the sides, and the underneath had been shaved completely away. Deathly pale there was hardly a touch of colour in Levi’s skin besides the dark pools that wrapped themselves around his eyes. They looked sunken in, and although it was not from sleep depreciation most people assumed it was. It was rare that his white teeth were ever seen, just as rare as a smile was on his face. ( P E R S O N A L I T Y ) Unapproachable, horrendously rude and socially awkward he is the very embodiment of a sociopath. Many people have called him such, and even though the thick-skinned short-ass played it out like that there was a lot more to him then there appeared to be. It was an image he had done little to attack, instead he had allowed it to swell and become what others thought of him, it didn’t affect him in anyway having them see him as something he wasn’t. Even though it was frustrating at times he didn’t have the energy to waste to correct the mistakes that had already been cemented into history. Besides he was sure that the reputation he had spreading through-out Panem wasn’t that he was that rude, most people tended to just let the bad facts slip, letting the good things take over their stories. And in the end the picture they had built of him was everything he wasn’t. It was hardly surprising that when people finally met him they were shocked. It helped, in an odd way, though, it prevented people from instantly dismissing him – stupidly enough people seemed to see his height and flinch, as though they had been zapped. It was crazy how much people assumed the greatest fighter in the squad should be more than what he was. Where they expected a strong, courageous hero they found themselves meeting something completely different – devastatingly so. So many people had been almost disappointed by what they had seen and Levi could hardly blame them, stories seemed to build anyone up into something they weren’t. Where they were told he was some sort of hero, capable of slaying anything in his path they were true, but when they spoke of a caring, compassionate man willing to sacrifice himself for anyone they were wrong. Levi was anything, but kind, caring or compassionate. He was cold, dangerous and unfriendly. He spoke rudely, as though there was no filter between his brain and his lips; he was violent, aggressive and impatient. He hated other people. Behind a wall of apathy was a stern, serious, skilled man. But then saying that he would sacrifice himself for anyone. He despised pointless death. He was someone who stoked up on guilt and pain when others were hurt or injured because of him. And although he would never admit it he had a heart. Most people didn’t know it, but when he was bored or annoyed or had things on his mind he would talk about nonsense. Almost everyone who knows him is aware of Levi’s insane obsession with needing to be clean. After every kill he makes he will wipe his blades clean, usually after he has delivered a disgusting sigh. Exemplary in his skill with the 3 dimensional maneuver gear that his squad uses he tends to annoy the others with his picky need to have everything clean. ( H I S T O R Y ) Levi Ackerman grew up with expectations heavily laid down upon him by his two parents. Rich, well-known and full of family pride they bestowed a few rules upon Levi as soon as he was able to walk. He had to behave, he had to do as they said, he had to be the best and most importantly of all he had to follow after them in every single way. That meant doing well in school, being the perfect gentleman, thriving in the life of a high socialite, marrying a woman and having children. By the age of ten Levi already despised them, he had sunken into the groups where rebellion was the way to get what you wanted, where drinking, smoking and acting out with bouts of bad behaviour was the way of life. By the age of seventeen he had been arrested almost twenty times. His parents soon begun to see what he really was and soon after that they sprung forth with another child, placing all their hopes of a future generation of perfection on their small daughter. Levi didn’t care, though, he, instead, relished in the new freedom he was granted. His parents no longer cared for him much at all; instead they paid him little to no attention whatsoever, placing all their light on their beautiful daughter. Born and raised in the Capitol he was put through school and expected to come out on top. By the time he was in his early teens he had strayed far away from that side of things, creeping into the world of thievery. After several years of basic thieving and selling of precious items he stepped his work up a notch. It was something he become very good at. His small structure gave him speed, and he seemed to have a natural talent for manoeuvring, running and hiding. He was quick on his feet and capable of out-running the authorities and it built up on his reputation. Soon he was being known as one of the greatest thieves of all. Within months he had become very well known within the underworld of the Capitol. There he gained a high rank, earning and keeping his position by acquiring some of the most valuable items possible. Then it all went downhill. A job went all wrong and he was arrested. Instead of spending the rest of his life in jail he was given the opportunity to join the Peacekeeper’s. He took it. In the wilderness of the forests that both surround and fill the districts of Panem there are many dangers, from mutts that run wild – beats to fearsome and ferocious to be kept alive – to criminals of all different kinds, from murderers, to thieves to run aways. Unlike other Peacekeeper’s they do not use guns as readily, they prefer to use a type of gear that enables them to move with speed and agility in amongst trees and buildings. It was specifically designed for their use, and instead of pistols and rifles they use swords, as they believe the classics are the best way to fight. They zip through the trees and kill mutts of all sorts, capturing criminals for the Capitol. His squad comprised of an elite group of individuals he trained. He protected them, he fought by their sides. In the end it was something that allowed him to feel happiness, however remote the feeling was.

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Finishedddddd.

I hope he is alrighttttt :D

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