Minna était rouge dans le visage et mordait sur sa lèvre pour éviter de rire ; ce gamin était vraiment un sabot. Elle se sentait mal pour lui d'avoir à courir tout cela, mais ce n'est pas comme si ce n'était pas injustifié; certainement en vaut la peine. Son visage a perdu la couleur lorsqu'on l'a adressée; elle ne l'avait même pas remarqué parler avec l'autre fille jusqu'à maintenant. Minna a serré son salut et s'est cognée le cou pour regarder l'instructeur. Elle savait qu'elle aurait des ennuis à un moment donné pour ne pas être trop sérieuse, mais elle avait espéré que ce ne serait pas le premier jour. " Rien, monsieur", répondit-elle dans un squeak.
Name: Feofil Serafim
Age: 12
Cadet or Civilian?: Cadet
Cultural Descent (i.e. Polish, Italian, etc. Asian is not allowed, as this is sidelining the canon and Mikasa is the only known (half)asian left): Russian.
Strongest skill: Feofil's greatest strength would be his laser focus. When he sets his mind on something, he tries his absolutely hardest to make it become possible. Of course, as he's only a child, sometimes this doesn't go well.
General skills: Feofil is an okay athlete, performing parkour-like stunts with ease. He's an okay tenor, when it comes to singing. 3D Maneuver Gear and fighting come as an extension to himself, but he's nowhere near as good at it as he needs to be.
Weakest skill: Taking bait. Whether it be an insult, an open spot, or food left out for him to grab, Feofil is horrible at detecting obvious traps. He's quick to be goaded, since his temper's as hot as it is.
Weapons: He has the standard swords and 3D Maneuver Gear. He also has a shortsword that's been passed through his family for a while.
Appearance: 
Personality: Feofil was once a child, but no more. His personality was drained of all energetic color by the dark truths of life that were quickly revealed to him at a rather young age. Most of his personality was replaced with cynicism and a horribly snarky attitude, along with a sort of stoic energy around him that portrayed him as emotionless, despite him being quite the opposite. Despite being what one would call "blank", Feo is not very composed or calm. He has a quite over-reactive temper that can respond to anything from being called short, to the death of a close friend, if he had any. He likes routine, and he likes structure. He likes to have his little daily path that he goes through consistently, and nothing changes, and it is for this reason that he seems to hold some sort of unnatural hatred for the Titans. (And most forms of wildlife, but we won't get into that currently, no sir.)
History: Feo's life was never normal, by a long shot, but after Wall Maria fell everything changed. Before the attack, Feo lived with his "Grandfather" who was really an adoptive figure who had taken him in, apparently having been orphaned by his parents who either couldn't raise him, or just plain didn't want to. Due to his grandfather being a member of the Survey Corps, he was not home often, and when he was, he wasn't in good sorts. To make sure that Feo stayed out of trouble, he made sure that the young man had a routine. Since the day Feo could remember, he followed the routine, going about his day. Timemarked down to the second, something that Feo grew to like. He enjoyed feeling like he knew what was to happen, and what wasn't. Unfortunately, his grandfather didn't teach him to be flexible with his routine either, so whenever it'd happen that Feo's routine would be possibly interrupted, he would throw quite a large fit until he could find some way to calm himself and go about his day again.
It was during the fall of Wall Maria that everything that Feo believed in (or at least, that's how it felt to him) came smashing down. Not only did he and his grandfather just barely make it out of the city onto the boats, but between the Titans and all the confusion, his grandfather didn't leave with every limb intact. HIs left arm was ripped off, the rest of the near dead muscle and skin tissue just sagging on the stump in a grotesque manner. He didn't survive the boat trip, something that Feofil later attributed to infection, or some odd sickness. His great old grandfather was much too strong to fall just because of one arm. Or, that's what Feo told himself. He observed the Survey Corps, remembering his father speaking of them while he was coping with the relief effort. He made it a mission to join the cadets and graduate, despite the fact that he was repeatedly told he was much too young. He kept pestering them and pestering them, day after day until finally, they gave way and allowed Feo to become a cadet, under the condition that he would be worked much harder than the others due to his lack of age.
Other: He detests being called small, he argues that he's going to get a growth spurt any day.
When he's scared, which isn't often, he squeaks.