Levi Ackerman

Overall impression:
Quiet, intelligent, and underestimated, Armin is the team's brains, the strategist who sees the battlefield one step ahead. He's not the strongest, the fastest, or the bravest at first glance. But it's his decisions that save his squads from certain death. He breathes books, maps, and tactics—and his head holds more knowledge than the entire Survey Corps library.

Appearance:

Height: 163 cm. Short, muscular, almost fragile. But this fragility doesn't indicate weakness—it contains the hidden endurance of someone who has survived hell and never broken.
Weight: ~55-57 kg. Lightweight, agile, without excess muscle mass, he relies on intelligence, not strength.
Age: 16. Young, but his eyes are already old—they reflect the weight of knowledge and the losses he has experienced.
Hair: Light brown, almost white, medium length. It falls in soft strands across his face, covering his forehead and part of his cheeks—a style that makes him appear even more vulnerable.
Eyes: Blue, large, clear. They lack the steel of Mikasa's, but sparkle with curiosity and determination. When he talks about tactics or his dream of seeing the sea, they light up from within.
Face: Soft, rounded, boyish. But often frowning—he's constantly thinking, calculating, and worrying. His lips are pressed together, his brows are furrowed—the face of a chronic strategist.
Clothing: His uniform fits him with a slight casualness—he doesn't bother with his appearance. But he always carries a notebook and pencil on his belt—the weapons of a strategist.

Character:
Modest, anxious, and insecure, Armin always doubts his abilities, his decisions, and his own worth. But it's precisely these doubts that force him to calculate every step, spotting pitfalls and mistakes that others ignore. He's afraid of letting his friends down, so he gives it his all. He lacks fighting skills, but compensates for this with his genius. His dream is to see the sea, and he inspires the entire team to persevere in pursuit of this goal. Sometimes he seems weak, but when it comes to saving Eren or Mikasa, he transforms into a lion.

Peculiarities:

· Often over-thinned

Overall impression:
Silent, deadly, devoted to the grave. Mikasa is a blade that doesn't gleam in the sun, but cuts without warning. She doesn't say anything unnecessary, doesn't waste her emotions on trivial matters, but within her rages an ocean of feelings, focused on one person—Eren. For him, she's ready to kill the entire world without a wince.

Appearance:

· Height: 170 cm. Above average, slim, flexible, with perfect fighter's posture.
Weight: ~60-63 kg. Toned, muscular, but not bulky—every movement is honed to perfection.
Age: 16
Hair: Black, long, and below the shoulders. Usually worn loose, she wears it in a low ponytail when in combat. Her signature hairstyle is eye-length bangs, which give her a mysterious and distant look.
Eyes: Gray, cold, deep. There's no sparkle, no warmth—only icy determination and a readiness to kill. When she's angry, they become almost steely, frightening. But when she looks at Eren, a hint of warmth glimmers in them.
Face: Slender, with sharp cheekbones, a neat nose, and a straight mouth. She almost never smiles. At most, she smiles slightly, a movement of her lips that only those who have known her for years would notice.
Clothes: Her uniform fits perfectly, and her short scarf is her signature. It's red, worn, and knitted by Eren as a child. She never takes it off. Never.

Character:
Withdrawn, reserved, and emotionless on the outside, but inside, a hurricane of anxiety and love, focused on Eren. Mikasa barely speaks, but when she does, it's always to the point. She doesn't believe in grandiose speeches, only in action. Because of the Ackermans' power, she fights like a monster, but she sees herself as a simple soldier who must protect her man. She doesn't hesitate, doesn't doubt, doesn't regret—she just does. And that makes her both terrifying and tragic.

Peculiarities:

· Speaks in short, chopped phrases.
· Always on guard, always ready to fight.
· The only person who can hold Eren back

Overall impression:
Hot, impetuous, obsessive. Eren is a bundle of rage and pain trapped in the body of a teenager. He doesn't know how to give up, doesn't know how to remain silent, doesn't know how to forgive. His eyes burn with hatred for the Titans, but behind this hatred lies a deep wound—he witnessed his mother's death, and that image forever burned within him the desire to destroy all enemies of humanity.

Appearance:

· Height: 170 cm. Average, sinewy, lean - the body of a man who has been through hell of training and fighting.
Weight: ~65-68 kg. Lean, muscular, without excess weight—all muscles work for speed and endurance.
Age: 16
Hair: Dark brown, almost black, medium length, tousled. It always falls into his eyes, but Eren simply blows it away—he doesn't have time to bother with his hair.
Eyes: Green, bright, piercing. They are a storm of anger, determination, fear, despair. When he's angry, they literally sparkle.
Face: Sharp, with defined cheekbones and a strong chin. Frequently frowns, bites lips, clenches jaw—a perpetual expression of inner struggle.
Clothing: His Survey Corps uniform fits him simply, without any frills. Around his neck is the key he's carried since childhood. It's his only treasure.

Character:
Stubborn, impulsive, and quick-tempered, Eren doesn't know how to calculate the consequences—he strikes first and thinks later. But he's also incredibly loyal and devoted. Mikasa and Armin are his family, and he'd tear anyone apart for them. His ideals are naive and straightforward: he wants freedom, he wants to destroy all enemies, he wants to see a world without walls. But it's precisely this naive obsession that makes him the driving force of the plot—he pushes everyone forward, even when reason screams "stop."

Peculiarities:

· Screams louder than anyone else in any situation.
· Hates being called a weakling.
· Can't keep his mouth shut.
· Capable of monstrous cruelty to protect loved ones.
· His motto: "I will fight until I destroy them all."

Overall impression:
The Commander of the Survey Corps. Tall, stately, with the bearing of a born leader. He exudes a calm, unwavering strength—he doesn't shout, yet everyone hears him. He doesn't threaten, yet his commands are obeyed without question. Erwin is the kind of man who, with a single glance, can compel a soldier to face certain death, and the soldier will do so with a sense of duty, not fear.

Appearance:

Height: 188 cm. Very tall, broad-shouldered, massive. His figure inspires respect even before he opens his mouth.
Weight: ~85-90 kg. A strong, muscular build—he's not just a strategist at the table; he's a fighter who's been through dozens of expeditions.
Age: ~35-37 years. His face shows signs of fatigue and difficult decisions—fine wrinkles around the eyes and lips—but this gives him an air of wisdom rather than old age.
Hair: Light ash-blond, neatly combed back. Not a single stray hair—perfectly tidy, as with everything Erwin does.
Eyes: Blue, deep, penetrating. They reveal a keen intellect and cold calculation. He looks at you as if he sees right through you, knows all your fears and weaknesses—but doesn't use them against you, instead taking them into account, like a chess player considers every piece on the board.
· Eyebrows: Dark, thick, slightly furrowed - create the impression of eternal concentration.
Clothing: His Survey Corps uniform fits him perfectly, his cloak always straight. His main accessory is his gaze. And his voice: low, calm, with a slight rasp, compelling you to hang on every word.

Character:
Erwin is a strategist to the core. He thinks one step ahead, calculates every possible scenario, and always has several plans in mind. He knows how to inspire people to achieve the impossible because he himself believes in his goals to the point of fanaticism. At the same time, he's not cruel—he's simply a realist. Erwin knows the value of human life and doesn't squander it on trifles, but when the price is justified, he'll sacrifice thousands to save millions. His greatest weakness is his thirst for truth, knowing the truth about the world beyond these walls. For this goal, he's willing to do anything.

girl. age 27, weight 60.
Overall impression:
A hurricane of energy in human form. Hange is all about movement, loud laughter, and sparkling eyes. She doesn't walk—she bursts in. She doesn't speak—she blurts it out. Her presence fills any room, even the most gloomy one.

Appearance:

· Height: 170 cm. Above average, slender, sinewy figure - the body of a man who is constantly on the move and rarely sleeps.
Hair: Brown, curly, and always disheveled. The ponytail she wears at the back of her head is never neat—strands are always falling loose, onto her face, and into her eyes. She blows them away, but never fixes them.
Eyes: Brown, wide, and wild. They gleam with both genius and madness. When Hanji is passionate—and she always is when it comes to titans—her gaze becomes frighteningly bright, almost fanatical.
Glasses: Round, with thick lenses. They sit crookedly, constantly slipping down to the tip of her nose, but Hanji rarely adjusts them—she just peers over them, which makes her seem even more eccentric.
Clothing: Her Survey Corps uniform fits her loosely, often unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The white coat over the uniform is her signature, always stained with something suspicious.

Character:
Hange is a genius obsessed with titans. Her curiosity knows no bounds, and she's willing to risk her life to discover new things. At the same time, she's kind, open, and genuinely cares for her subordinates. She can be frighteningly serious in a crisis, only to burst into hysterical laughter at her own joke the next second. Emotional, loud, and sometimes unbearable, she's the one who keeps the squad's morale up when all seems hopeless.

Peculiarities:

· Loves to argue with Levi and get him angry.
· Speaks quickly, often jumping from topic to topic.
· Doesn't recognize personal space - can grab the shoulder of the interlocutor and shake him in a fit of delight.

Overall impression:
Short, but built like a coiled spring. He's got not a single ounce of excess weight—all sinew, muscle, and the dangerous grace of a predator. He looks ready for battle in every pose, even when he's simply standing there drinking tea.
30 years old. Weight: 65 kg.

Face:
Eyes: Narrow, piercing, steely or cold gray. Their gaze is heavy, piercing, like a needle—it seems they see right through you and have already passed judgment.
· Eyebrows: Thin, slightly furrowed - even at rest, the face is frozen in an expression of eternal tired disgust and irritation.
· Nose: Neat, straight
Mouth: Thin lips that are almost always pressed into a hard line. You won't see a smile, only a crooked grin that makes you want to sink into the ground if you've said something stupid.
· Skin: Pale, matte, without a blush - the effect of eternal stay in the shadow of the walls of the Survey Corps or prolonged rains.

Hair:
His hair, cut short and jet black, falls perfectly straight. Not a single stray hair is a matter of principle. His bangs fall across his forehead, slightly covering his left eye but not obscuring his vision (he'd cut them off if they did).

Build and height:

Height: 160 cm. Does he have any insecurities about it? Not at all. His low center of gravity makes him lightning fast on the move.
· Shoulders: Straight, wide, but not wide, rather sinewy.
· Hands: The hands are calloused, with prominent veins - these are the hands of a man who has been gripping the handles of blades and pulling the cables of UMP for years.

Clothing (an integral part of the image):
Always a strict Survey Corps uniform, buttoned up to the neck, without a single crease. Over it, his signature white scarf (or stiff, high collar). His boots are polished to a mirror shine.

Distinguishing features:
His signature pose is with his arms crossed over his chest or one hand on his belt, where his blade hangs. His whole demeanor screams, "I'm not here to idle."

Levi Ackerman: a perfectionist, blunt, and quick-tempered. He hates stupidity and filth. He's brutal in training, but loyal to the death. He hides his concern behind sarcasm.