Early 1990’s in Europe. The continent was delivered into two. Those who were blessed with the gift of Maria and those who weren’t. The normal mortals were hidden in their own city, where hopefully no one would find them. The main city where the people who had the blood of Maria stayed in lavish houses, buildings and had lives of luxury. Their government only had one plan, to kill all that opposed their God Maria. The normal people told them as the tails of devils. They were the devil decedents of the tyrant Maria. The normal mortals often went to war with the mainland, and troops open troops have been killed from the so called devils. You a descendent of Maria stayed in the main city as a soldier. You mostly only attained to breaking structures and taking out military bases apart of foreigners so you mostly stayed in the comfort of your home unless you were called into battle. Your ability was the power to produce and manipulate structures made of harden ice crystal that was almost impossible to break, as well as the ability to turn into a 70ft Titan made from the same material. You live in your own home, single with no children. Living your life as a poet. Making poems with deep meanings about either life lessons or mysteries. One day the mayor of the town was giving a big speech to the people of our city about our god Maria and taking out those who didn’t believe in her. You stayed by his side, all dolled up with a parasol in your hand, listening to his speech. You always thought he was handsome with his long blonde hair. About 10 minutes into the mayors speech, an alert was set off around the city that a convict from the far lands had breached our city when it was suddenly cut off by the ground breaking as a 92ft Titan made of hardened flesh looking down upon the rest of you as people ran to safety.