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[ Mᴀᴛᴜʀɪᴛʏ & Rᴇɢᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ]

_{Firstly, I must ask that you have a mature level of literacy, violence, romance and plot. This role play will have gore. It will have romance, and it WILL have intense plot. I need those who have open, intelligent minds ready to leap onto the next moving train. I expect top-notch role playing and maturity, and will not accept anything less. Secondly, I must ask that you have read and/or watched The mangas/animes to the end. You MUST have a CLEAR understanding of how everything works, or this role play is going to be much too difficult for you to grasp. I understand small fuzzy areas--I'll be glad to help--but if you're only on episode 9, or you have no freaking idea what the hèll we're talking about, don't bother joining. I don't mean to exclude others by setting up an age limit, but I hope you have the responsibility to tell if this role play is fit for you. Thanks.}

[ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴄʏ & Gʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ]

_{This is CORE, kids. There's a REASON almost every role play has this rule, and I enforce it; trust me.
Firstly, I'll set up my expectations for grammar. Number one; sentences. I expect modifiers in those babies, hon! I wanna know every last detail of how she laughed, or the color of the blood as it streamed down her dirty face. A sentence contains a subject and a verb, but I don't want sentences like this: "Astrid walked. She turned. "Hello." She greeted." Huuugaah, huaaagh! Yeah, no. Would you like to try and be MORE boring?
Oh wait, it's not possible, is it?
Next, I see this a lot. CHILDREN! What did we learn in the third grade?! Proper nouns are CAPITALIZED! "Sam; I; Empire State Building". Your sentences start with a CAPITAL letter and end with a PERIOD. This brings up the next thing; punctuation. Commas. Use them. CORRECTLY. If you still can't do this, then hèll, go back and pass third grade English. Another thing is those pesky sound-alikes. Know your "to"s, "theirs" etc. "To" is a direction, "Too" means 'also', and "Two" is a number. "There" is a direction, "Their" is possessive, and "They're" is the compound for "They are". This is a massive pet-peeve of mine. Get it down. One last thing is spelling. If you aren't sure, check it with a dictionary, the Internet, etc. I understand slips sometimes; typos and such. But at least TRY.
Now, secondly...literacy. I can't stress it enough. I am expecting at the very LEAST four sentences in every role play post. I want deep writing, full of thought and passion. I don't want novels, but I DO want intelligence. I will warn you if you are not meeting my expectations!}

[ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ]

_{This is very, very important. Firstly, I will go over limits. There is a member "ranking" on page two. This shows who may have what characters. For example, brand new members are allowed three humans and nothing more, where mods are allowed two Alchemists and as many humans as they wish. You MUST follow these rules. I know it might sound unfair, but a new member is much better off if he has time to adjust to the role play before he leaps in with a rare Alchemist. This also keeps the number of Alchemists in check, and the humans verses Alchemists realistic. Don't think that human characters won't have any power in this role play, either, because you are very wrong. They do, as long as you are willing to give them purpose. That's not my problem; it's yours. Want involved? Make an interesting character with meaning. Comprende? Good. Now, I also have issues with the female>male populations. In the dozens of role plays I've made, it's extremely easy to see that feminine genders are favorites. I understand that a large portion of the role players here are female, but honestly. Because of this, I will now make this rule: Equal genders. If you make a female, you make a male. Understand? They don't have to be the same rank or whatever, like your male could be in the Military and your female a florist in Central, but you must keep the genders equal. I will not accept any "I made my female, but I'll make my male later", either. You make them at the same time, or I will not accept them. Please and thank you.
Now, up next. Forms. Yes, I do want to know your characters height, weight, body figure, shape of their smile, skin color and the way their eyes sparkle when they're happy. I want every. Last. Detail. There is no such thing as a form that is too long, understand? I really want rich characters, too. Each one of your characters should have a fantastic purpose, and if they don't, don't bother making them. By this, I don't mean "They hold the secrets of WORLD ALCHEMY!!" or something. They just have a...purpose. They aren't just a lifeless body 'walking down the street, bored'. They don't have to be some key holder to be a truly beautiful character. Look at Kain Furey, or General Armstrong. Their characters might not mean much to the plot, but they are nonetheless fangirl worthy purely because they have an interesting character. Get it? Purpose. You characters need to have it.
Oh, and one last thing: Yes, this is set fifty years after the original characters. But NO ONE is allowed to have ANY characters with relations to those in the mangas/animes! I have several reasons, but to put it simply, don't ask for one. Also, make original characters, alright? No obvious copies. Be creative! You have a brain; use it! Ah, and one last thing: no Mary-Sues. You know what they are, so don't do them. If you have any questions concerning the content of your character, please ask me here or through email.}

[ Rᴏʟᴇ Pʟᴀʏ Pᴏsᴛs ]

_{As stated once before, I expect posts to be rich. I want at the very least four, full sentences per post. I expect beautiful literacy, correct grammar and punctuation, and good spelling. I want deep posts as well; no "Coal walked around, bored. There was honestly nothing to do. He wondered where Sara was. It was raining." Shiz. Ok? Make it deep! Passionate! BE the character! I have to step into your character's skin and give them life! See what they see, feel what they feel, taste what they taste! Get it? Alrighty. Now, why don't we tackle Godmodding? You know what it is, so don't do it. I understand Alchemists are powerful, but they are not god, and they DO have limits. You need to understand those limits, and apply them to your role play. This is a major, major pet peeve of mine, and I will not tolerate it. If you agree with the rules so far, Private Message me the word "Suvival".}

[ Aʟᴄʜᴇᴍʏ ]

_{Yep, we need an entire rule section for this baby. Why? Because I know for a fact people are going to abuse it. I hope that by the time you are able to have an Alchemist character, you will have the responcibility to know all of the following regulations. But just in case, here they are.
Number one. Equivalent Exchange. You cannot create an ice cream cone in the middle of the desert, and you can't make a metal spear when you're standing in a fluffy white room in the mental hospital. Plus, Alchemists have limits. Alchemy takes energy, so you can't just keep going without tiring at all. Only those who have seen the Truth can transmute without a circle, too, so remember that. And I honestly don't plan on letting anyone have that ability at this point.
One other thing that I know will become an issue is the types of Alchemy. I want variety! Creativity! I don't want 7 Agriculture Alchemists and nothing else. I have limits, as stated in post three. Please look those over. I also don't plan on letting anyone have connections with Fire Alchemy. Riza Hawkeye got rid of Fire Alchemy by having Roy Mustang burn the secrets off her back, so I highly doubt anyone else knows how to use Flame Alchemy. Don't ask for it. Just gonna lay that down right here and now. This will also be discussed on post three, but you MUST clear the type of Alchemy you are requesting with me, even before you begin creating your character. Do not do this on this website. Email me. My email is provided on page three as well as page eight. This is my forum email, so Moderators, there are no private information. You must give me a Scientific explanation of the Alchemy to show how it works. It must be accurate. If I approve of the type, I will send you a message with regulations on Alchemists. You will create your character then, send a reply message accepting the rules and attaching your character. I will then reply with either an accept or decline message. If you have any questions, ask.}

[ Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ]

_{It's essential, ok? Do not join if you are not assured that you will be on at least four or five times a week. This will be a fast-moving plot, so being active is very important. If you fail to meet this expectation, I will delete you from my role play and you will not be able to join again. If you give me a leave of absence, however, (Vacation, Grounded, Large School Project, Etc.) Then I will excuse you from this rule. But otherwise, I expect active members. If you still agree with the rules, PM me the words "of the"}

[ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Gᴏʀᴇ ]

_{Keep it PG-13. I do want a deep understanding of pain and death, as well as fighting in the role play, but there does come a point where we really don't wanna know. Same goes for Romance. This forum DOES have younger eyes peering at it, so I expect you to know when to skipperoonie to the next scene which is a little more appropriate. I don't want this role play deleted! I frickin' LABORED over it. So be responsible.}

[ Gᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ Iɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ]

_{"I'm always ignored". I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna see it. I have full right to virtually smack you in the face if you dare utter those three words, or anything related to them. There are PLENTY of opportunities to get involved, so TAKE THEM. If you can't wedge your way into the major plot, then H-LL make a subplot with someone else! Also, don't come whining to me about how your always ignored if I KNOW you don't try. Let's face it: No one really wants to role play with the character that "Walks down the street bored". If you have an interesting character, howeverrr...I'm sure someone would be glad to role play with you! Now, I understand some people might be a little shy. I understand that. So, senior members: try to include the newbies. No one should be left out; this role play was made to enjoy, and I expect it to be. I've noticed it lacks that, though, when someone sits on the lines because they're shy and don't know how to jump in. Newbies: Don't worry! We don't bite! Leap in! Get involved! Or I WILL kick yo skinny a-s in myself!}

[ Tʜᴇ Sᴘᴀᴍ ]

_{Everyone hates it. Don't do it. I know I can trust a lot of you; we're all family. But let's try not to trash it up with a bunch of links and shit. Another thing is those who pop up and ask us to "Please join my Clan!", or, "Please Take This Poll!" Or whatever. Pop-up-linkers will get reported, no excuses. You have been warned. I don't have any nerve for those who decide to trash our page with their random crud. So. Just don't do it, por favor.}

[ Jᴏɪɴɪɴɢ Mᴇᴛʜᴏᴅs ]

_{This is where things get a little tricky, so please listen up. Joining this role play will not be like other role plays. The "Joining Page" will serve as a "Characters Page". This is where you can locate full character forms, because the characters posted on the front page will only be short character summaries. Once you join, you will reserve a post or two. This will serve as kind of a mini "topic" for your characters within a topic. You can make it as shmancy as you like, and add as many extra little details that you like. I honestly don't care as long as you at least fill out the things that I expect of you. By all means! Get super creative! Add quotes, a drawing of your character, etc. It's up to you! Your character "page" is all yours. Please do not post questions or chat on the Character Page, though. If you have any questions, post them on the main page, or shoot me an email. I will approve of your character via email or main page as well. The only thing that belongs on the Character Page is Characters. Also, please do not post several times with different characters. Reserve one or two posts, and add characters to these. I will post a link to where your characters can be located on the Character Page underneath each of your character summaries, as well as on the first post of the Character Page. If you are still confused, look at my own post as an example. Still confused, send me an email. Thank you~ If you agree of all the rules, send me an PM with the word "Fittest". This should complete the code phrase. I will not accept your character until I have received a private message with the code word.}

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_{Remember to please view the "Joining Methods" part of the rules once more! Remember, your form doesn't have to be an exact copy of this. You can jazz it up however you like, but please remember to keep these bulletpoints in there. You may add whatever you want; get creative! They might look like monsters, but I hope you enjoy painting your character into being. Thank you~

-- мιlιтary and alcнeмιѕтѕ --

[ Screen Naмe ;; [ ιnclυde all ѕyмвolѕ, ғancy leттerѕ, and nυмвerѕ ]
[ Cнaracтer Naмe ;; [ ғιrѕт, мιddle & laѕт. ιnvolve any nιcĸnaмeѕ, code naмeѕ, or alcнeмιѕт naмeѕ ]
[ Age ;; [ ѕтaтe alcнeмιѕтѕ: 20 – 60. мιlιтary: 18 – 60 ]
[ Gender: ;; [ мale, ғeмale ]
[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;; [ ѕelғ-eхplanaтory ]
[ Ranĸ: ;; [ looĸ aт тнe lιѕт. мυѕт вe cleared вy мe. ]
[ Pнyѕιcal Appearance: ;; [ вe eхтreмely deѕcrιpтιve!! ι eхpecт lengтн! ]
[ Perѕonalιтy: ;; [ depтн нere aѕ well! add every laѕт deтaιl. ]
[ Faтal Flaw ;; [ тнιѕ ιѕ wнaт coυld lead yoυr cнaracтer тo deaтн. ]
[ Hιѕтory: ;; [ вe elaвoraтe! add ιn нow yoυr cнaracтer gaιned нιѕ or нer ĸnowledge oғ alcнeмy aѕ well, ιғ тнey’re an alcнeмιѕт. ]
[Alcнeмy Proғeѕѕιon ;; [ looĸ aт тнe lιѕт on page тнree. мυѕт вe cleared вy мe тнroυgн eмaιl. ]
[ Weapon oғ Cнoιce ;; [ тнιѕ ιѕ yoυr мaιn weapon. deѕcrιвe. ]
[ Hoмeтown ;; [ looĸ aт тнe lιѕт on page ғoυr ]
[ Occυpaтιon ;; [ ғor non-ѕoldιerѕ only ]
[ Faмιly/Relaтιonѕнιps ;; [ ιnclυde ѕιѕтerѕ, вroтнerѕ, parenтѕ, cloѕe ғrιendѕ, crυѕнeѕ, ѕpoυѕeѕ and gιrlғrιendѕ/вoyғrιendѕ. ]
[Eхтraѕ/Oтнerѕ ;; [ anyтнιng elѕe yoυ ғιnd neceѕѕary goeѕ нere. ]
[ Cнaracтer Sυммary ;; [ тнιѕ ιѕ тнe ѕυммary тнaт wιll go on тнe ғronт page. pleaѕe ĸeep ιт ѕнorт and ѕweeт, вυт add ιn neceѕѕary coмponenтѕ. мaхιмυм lengтн: 10 lιneѕ. ]
[Saмple Poѕт ;; [ тнιѕ ιѕ an aѕѕeѕѕмenт тo ѕee ιғ yoυ are ғιт ғor мy role play. yoυ need тo only do тнιѕ once. add any color codeѕ ғor yoυr cнaracтer, aѕ well aѕ тнe ғorмaт yoυ мιgнт вe poѕтιng ιn. тнιѕ мυѕт conтaιn тнe мιnιмυм oғ ғιve ѕenтenceѕ, мaхιмυм oғ wнaтever. ]

HUMANS
Screen Name: [ All symbols, fancy letters, and numbers ]
Character Name: [ First, Middle & Last. Involve any Nicknames. ]
Age: [ Infant - 90 ]
Gender: [ Male, Female ]
Residence: [ Where do they live? Look at the map on Page 4 ]
Physical Appearance: [ Be extremely descriptive!! I expect length! ]
Personality: [ Depth here as well! Add every last detail. ]
Fatal Flaw: [ This is what could lead your character to death. ]
History: [ Be elaborate, but brief. ]
Occupation: [ If you need ideas, ask. ]
Family/Relationships: [ Include sisters, brothers, parents, close friends, crushes, spouses and girlfriends/boyfriends. ]
Extras/Others: [ Anything else you find necessary goes here. ]
Character Summary: [ This is the summary that will go on the front page. Please keep it short and sweet, but add in necessary components. Maximum length: 10 lines. ]
Sample Post: [ This is an assessment to see if you are fit for my role play. You need to only do this once. Add any color codes for your character, as well as the format you might be posting in. This must contain the minimum of five sentences, maximum of whatever. ]}

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|| Fuhrer ||
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|| Born December 3rd, 1923 ; Forty Years of Age ||
|| Male ||
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[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;;

No. Although the Fuhrer is a very skilled soldier, and specializes in several, if not all areas of military weaponry and strategy, he is not an Alchemist.

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|| Brigadier General ||

|| " The Cold-Blood Alchemist " ||
|| Born October 28th, 1935 ; Twenty-Eight Years of Age ||
|| Male ||

_{Young Version; will be Updated}

[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;;

He has been a certified State Alchemist since age twenty, and has been practicing the science since age ten.

[ Ranĸ: ;;

Brigadier General, and he isn't finished yet.

[ Pнyѕιcal Appearance: ;;

Coal's height brushes 6'2, maybe 6'3 tops, and his weight around 130 pounds. He has very pale skin, which has minimal to no blemishes unless you count the millions of scars. He has very messy, unruly, kind of overlong ebony black hair with silver tips [It’s a long story; don't ask]. It falls across his face in a diagonal, hanging over his right eye. In this world, we might refer to it as an "emo" cut, but as far as he’s concerned, it’s overlong. Oh yeah, eyes. Those are almost always expressionless, their color giving ebony a run for its money. They're probably the most stunning feature about the General. They're like black orbs--taking in everything and giving away nothing. Piece of advice? Don't lock eyes with Coal; ever. They're built-in traps. Don't fall for it.
He has scars on his back that look somewhat like wishbones cut in half; the most significant of the dozens and dozens that decorate his body. His frequently used nickname birthed due to these scars; “Fallen”, meaning “Fallen Angel”, or sometimes “Reaper” because honestly? The scars look exactly like two areas where a pair of wings might have been ripped from. It’s a rather freaky idea, since so much about him gives off that aura that he’s something else. Something…out there.
Coal has a Coloradoan accent and pale, strangely soft, thin, pale lips that almost never leave a relaxed, serious line. You might get a hint of a melting smirk, but that's as close to a grin as you'll ever get with him. He's got a strong build, not to mention muscular, from years of Military training. He has a freaking rock for a stomach, sporting a six pack which you normally don't know is there until he either takes his uniform off, or you punch his stomach. His arms are also rather muscular, along with the rest of his stature. They aren't obnoxious in any way, but the sleek, toned muscles are nothing to joke about. However, despite his strong body, Coal does have a bit of an odd job. His right arm isn’t made of skin and bones. Actually, just the opposite; The Brigadier General has an automail arm. The explanation is misty; everyone he tells gets a different story. But none the less, it at least gives him a reason to go visit his sister, who is an automail engineer in Rush Valley. The automail arm is strong, yet not too flashy or heavy. It serves its purpose, which is purely to be his missing appendage, and the pride of his Alchemy. It is enhanced with a magnetic pull, which can be turned on with a switch of a button. Now, I mentioned earlier that Portia Branwell, his sister, designed the arm. Automatically, this will tell you that the arm is rigged with all sorts of little jazzy weapons. If Coal bends his arm back, his elbow will switch into a gun mode, and begin shooting rounds depending on how he flexes his muscles. He finds that pretty frickin’ cool; eh? It's also got a knife on the front, which he can unlock using Alchemy.
Coal has a number tattooed to the back of his neck, though no one knows what it is or what it means. He doesn't even really remember where it came from. It reads 0012-0018-2012, which is just a bunch of nonsense… Coal also has a couple other tattoos, but these ones are a little less mysterious. A little. The most significant is the one on his back. From shoulder to shoulder is the phrase "Sanguinem et Metalli", which means…well, figure it out for yourself. That’s what Coal’s all about, right? Mysteries? Better get used to it now.
When in uniform, Coal looks professional. His clothes are always pressed and clean, unless, of course, they’re stained with blood and grime. Kind of unfortunate that this is more often than not. His hair always looks unkempt, falling in his face messily and hiding one eye from view. He usually wears gloves to hide his automail, even out of uniform. When at formal meetings, Coal might slick his hair aside and out of his eyes, but otherwise, you’ll only be seeing half of his face. Outside of work, Coal enjoys to mingle. He does so by wearing the simple joys in life; Black leather jackets are favorites, along with plain dark gray or black t-shirts. A pair of dark, ripped jeans, a black studded belt hanging loosely from his waist and a pair of combat boots work fine to top it off, giving him, yes, an 'emo' look. Shush.
Many call him "The Fallen Angel" or "Reaper", because really? To sum it all up, that's a perfect description.

[ Perѕonalιтy: ;;

Coal's personality is something even I am still trying to figure out exactly. The extent of my knowledge does not go too far; but I'll tell you what I know...
Ah, here's an idea:
Remember those stories your mom used to tell you at night? The ones that were meant to scare you? That creepy, silent, mysterious character wasn't fictional. It was Coal. He know how to appear like mist, get under your skin, and seduce you like no other. Coal Nightbird wasn't nicknamed "Reaper" for nothing, babe. I swear to god, if there's a sexier, more dangerous, more absolutely lethal badboy out there, the world is about to see its last days. He's a good liar, but what else would you expect from him? He can be flat out truthful, as well, though it normally spills out as sarcastic. That's yet another thing Coal seems to master. He is, honestly, one of the scariest people you'll ever meet. Advise? Try to avoid being alone in a dark room. He knows no boundaries; listens to no one's rules. Coal has this aura about him...it's...kind of hard to explain. He's insanely hard to resist, though everything about him warns you not to get too close. Almost like a beautiful, deadly poisonous snake. It begs you to touch it, get close...but that's when it'll strike. The poison can kill you in seconds. Don’t get me wrong, as a Brigadier General of the Military, Coal has to have serious respect for his superiors. But you don’t just gain that instantly from Coal. He has to test you first, and see if you’re worth his trust and salute. He is very loyal to those above him by which he knows he can rely on. For the sake of his rank, he will be formal with you. However, the “Yes Sirs” will come off as sarcastic if you aren't on his favorite list. It’s a fair warning; gain his respect. Then we’ll talk.
Coal isn't the most ideal kid to mess with. For the most part, Coal will keep to himself. However, there is the rare time that someone will catch his attention. Enemies would be one of them, darlin'. Fair warning now: You don't really wanna be on Coal's bad side. For starters, he has serious anger issues. His emotions are usually hidden behind his expressionless face; trapped behind a brick wall that seems to sit right behind the surface of his skin. It's next to impossible to predict what exactly the kid is thinking or feeling...except for when it comes to anger. Everything pours out into action. Coal is insanely violent. This can tend to be a bad thing; a fatal flaw, actually. Not only this, but in addition to that lousy flaw, he also has terrible dyslexia that applies to both letters and numbers. Honestly, I wouldn't bring it up, though. He has a little thing called pride, which he enjoys keeping in good shape. Normally, he is able to smoothly avoid ego-attacks, but bringing up his disabilities has really proved to piss him off. Not exactly the violent part, but the silent treatment. Oh, baby, you KNOW you've screwed with him when he gives you the ST. Best case scenario? You leave him alone. He'll probably forgive you in a week or two. If you get lucky.
Another thing you should know about the General is his seriousness and ambitions when it comes to the Military. In battle, it’s do or die. You listen to his every command and fight like a boss, or you’re gonna get yourself killed. Nightbird is nothing short of courageous, and when it comes to being brave, you won’t find another soldier that’s quite as selfless with the trait as he. That’s how he’s gained his respect and rank; through the acts of pure mental strength that you see in hot combat. Determination is a large understatement; Brigadier General Nightbird is a soldier. He might be called a dog, but if he has to live with that title, then he’ll be a bloody pit bull. Nothing brings the awesomeness of Coal out quite like battle, and that is shown in the end through courage, determination, bravery, triumph, loyalty, ambition and a pure heart of steel.
Now, of course, I wouldn't get Coal mixed up with an asshole. He's just...reserved. Foxish....and...oh, what was that term I used earlier? Dangerous? Exactly.
So, to say the very least ... ha, either respect him, steer clear of the Reaper, sweetie. It might just save your life.

[ Faтal Flaw ;;

Coal has issues, which instantly tells you that he has more fatal flaws than he cares to admit. Number one is his pride. As stated in his personality, Coal has it, and he has it big. It’s not necessarily a self-image thing, it’s just more of a… “I don’t need your help; I can do it on my own” type of esk. Of course, his pride gets in the way a lot, but the other fatal flaw mentioned was his physical disability. Dyslexia. You can’t imagine how hard it is to write reports and go through stacks and STACKS of paperwork when your mind switches “M” with “W”, “O” with “C”, “W” with “V”, “T” with “L” and “I” with “L”. It frustrates him greatly, and I’d advise not bringing it up around him. You might walk away with no lips. However, I still have not revealed his worst fatal flaw. This is, in plainest truth, his anger issues. Coal has a temper. Understatement? Majorly. But there’s really not that much else to say. Nightbird is extremely violent, and will fire up easily. He will go on rampages, where he will kill without thought or consultation of anyone else. This tends to always end badly, considering that with a flip of a switch, and some simple Alchemy, you’re gone.

[ Hιѕтory ;;

Coal grew up on the outskirts of Dublith, out in the country where the hustle and bustle of the city was nothing but a faint hum on the breeze. His mother, Maxine Nightbird, raised him and his older sister Portia out of poverty on her own. Maxine was a very young mother at age 20 when Coal was born. She was a first mother at age 18, for Portia is two years older. His older sister boasts about how when she was little, their father, Jhae, used to be at home almost all the time. Of course, he never usually played with her, or even gave her much notice. He was always busy with other things, and didn’t seem too fond of his children. Even though he was married to Maxine, Coal believed, even at his young age, that when his father would disappear for days on end, he would go see his other girlfriends. Psh, god knows—he could have several half siblings all over the place at the rate his asshole of a father was going at.
At age seven, Maxine got very sick. It was an illness called Tuberculosis, which caused her to cough up blood because of a decaying lung. It was a fatal disease, and left the two kids in waiting as their mother slowly died before their eyes. This is when the pair began studying Alchemy. It was a sketchy art at first, mainly because the two children were so young. However, they seemed to catch on quickly, as it was an escape from life and the agonizing hacks and cries coming from their mother's bedroom.
When she finally died, Jhae stopped by after the funeral, breaking into the house to take back what was his. Coal remembered him being very, very drunk. He abused Portia and him, demanding they tell him where the valuable items were, such as their mother's jewelry and the key to the safe in the basement. When he began beating Portia up against a wall, Coal began to get angry. Ever kick to his older sister's gut seemed to spark a new flame in the seven-year-old child's anger, and as soon as she began puking blood, Coal lost it. Jhae snarled angry remarks, threatening to kill his daughter right then and there if she didn't tell him where the jewelry and money was. That's when Coal stepped up, standing very still behind his father. He demanded his father leave his sister alone, which, of course, Jhae thought was a joke. He turned on his son, threatening then to beat the answer out of him instead. Coal simply grinned, daring his father to get closer; just try and lay a finger on him. Jhae took this as another joke, and, out of impatience, advanced quickly. Coal's anger took over, and with a simple transmutation of the floorboards, he created a large sharp "splinter", if you will, and stabbed his father in the chest.
Jhae died shortly after.
So, to put it simply...Coal has been a murderer since age seven. Pretty wholesome, right? He, at seven, and Portia, at nine, were stranded in the same poverty they’d lived in all their lives. Except this time, they didn’t even have a mother to kiss them goodnight, or even a father to turn to at all.
This is when things began to get spicy.
After this, Coal came up with a resolution. They decided that their one and only chance in this world anymore was Alchemy, and the Military. So, They traveled to the city, taking refuge in an old, burnt down apartment complex. They slept here, but other than that, their entire life was spent in the Library, reading and studying the science. Not before too long, they were transmuting. Coal always seemed a bit more advanced than his sister, but his sister was transmuting more detailed, serious objects before he. It was a bit of a competition, which still goes on, even today.
"Psh, I was transmuting THAT two days ago. Get with the program, Co-Co."
By age thirteen and fifteen, Coal and Portia felt like experts. To test their skills, they went in search of other Alchemists. It was one day that Coal was wandering the streets that he ran into a girl named Sara Cydal. And I mean like, he literally RAN into her, sending them both to the ground. They’ve hated each other ever since~. Sara followed him around everywhere for about two years, purely because she thought his Alchemy was super, super cool. Coal thought she was annoying as fuck.
Age fifteen was when Coal earned his automail arm. Turns out criminals with special relationships with your asshole father really don’t like teenagers snooping in their beeswax, and Coal found himself locked in a heated fight between him and another Alchemist that was Jhae's second hand man back when he was alive. It was another anger thing, except this fight was much more gory, and definitely bloody. He ended up destroying both of the woman's (yes, apparently, this was the woman whom his father had been having an affair with) legs, as well as the majority of her face. She caused him the loss of tons of blood, and his right arm. He couldn’t preform Transmutation with only one arm, so instantly, they set out to find an automail engineer. They said goodbye to Dublith, and began heading north up to Rush Valley. Here, Coal got outfitted with a metallic arm, and Portia fell in love. Well, with two things, actually. Automail engineering, and a man by the name of Abcot Branwell. They stayed in Rush Valley for the next two years, but that’s when Coal decided it was time to part ways. Portia was obviously love sick, and going to live the rest of her miserable life in the Valley of Gear-Headed Freaks. Coal left at age seventeen, heading straight for Central where he enlisted in Military schooling. At age twenty, he paid a visit to Central, and earned his State Certification as a State Alchemist by the name of “The Cold Blood Alchemist”. He served in several battles, such as the Reole Rebellion, Creta Invasion, and Brigg's Storm of the Drachma Border. You better believe he has a lot of lives on his back nowadays, his hands stained with too much blood for him to be able to remember them all.
He has been working his way through bloodshed and battle ever since, working his way to the top of the totem pole little by little. Looks like even homeless outcasts can have wicked futures, eh?

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Blood Alchemy is a branch of Metal Alchemy. Brigadier General Coal Nightbird came up with the concept, and refuses to let anyone in on the secret. Basically, he uses his Automail arm to switch on a magnetic pull. He locks this on to a victim's bloodstream, causing it to lock onto the metals in the bloodstream. Using Alchemy, he is then able to increase the density of the metals, join them together, and, with the magnetic pull, yank the metals out of the victim's body. The result is death.

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Honestly, Coal prefers not to use Blood Alchemy unless he really has to. Aside from this and traditional Alchemy, Coal’s never caught without a pistol. Or perhaps I should describe it as pistols. He is always armed with several, hidden inside his jacket, under his shirt, in his back pockets, and in the gaps in his boots. Not to mention the fact that he has a built-in one on his automail arm that can be activated by bending his forearm back to expose his elbow, and flexing his muscles. You will never catch the General without one, and if you do…well, then, you might wanna take cover, love. The world’s gonna end.

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Coal grew up in a small house on the outskirts of Dublith. He lived with his sister, Portia Brandwell, and his sick mother Maxine Nightbird. He now lives in a Warehouse Complex used for Military bunking in Central Command, where he and his team are stationed for the time being.

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Dog of the Military.

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Portia Branwell ;;

Is Coal’s older sister by two years. They have a hate-love relationship, as they grew up depending on each other to simply survive. Portia is also Coal’s automail engineer. As much as either of them would hate to admit it, they really do have a tight relationship, and would most likely take a bullet for one another. They often fight about stupid things, even at their adult ages, such as who has the best Alchemy, who can make the best pie, and who can win at arm wrestling. Coal often teases his younger sister about being a "Auto-Bot", or "Cyborg", because honestly, she can spew out information related to Automail and engineering like a robot or something. In return, she calls him "Co-Co" which is a childhood name he hates. She also references him with "Doggy", referring to his Military status, and "Lil' Bro", as a slang for "Little Brother", even though he is nearly a foot taller than she.

The Squad ;;

Coal’s Squad are not only his troops, but his family and best friends. Although everything is very strict, it’s easy to see that they are one when in combat. They have bad days; and they don’t always get along. Despite this, however, the Squad is a rock. They fight together, and they fight for each other. No man left behind; they’re all they’ve got. Coal would do anything to make sure it stays that way. The Squad is probably the one thing that he cares about the most.

Sara Cydal ;;

Coal knew Sara since back when they were kids. They met when Coal was about thirteen, and they’ve hated each other ever since. Of course, knowing Coal and how he deals with his loved ones, they secretly admire each other for one thing or another. When Coal found out that Sara had enlisted in the Military, he instantly was on her ass. He requested she be his Adjunct, or otherwise described as “personal body guard”. Although everything between the two is strict business, there are several events where emotional feelings surface briefly between the two. On duty, he will call her "Colonel Cydal", or simply, "Colonel", but when the two are alone, he references her by "Sara".

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Coal is seriously, seriously paranoid of la arachnid. God knows why, it’s just… eugh! The long spicky legs and those eyes and the creeping up and down everything and GAH. They scare the crud out of him. Put him up against an entire army with nothing more than a pistol with ten shots, and he won’t break a sweat. But let him see a spider within ten feet? Coal. Will. Freak.

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The General’s theme song could be several things. I guess it kind of all depends on if you’re talking about lyrics or how it sounds. Holiday / Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day is a good one, along with Pain and Break by Three Days Grace. Kill Everybody by Skrillex might be appropriate for when he’s angry :3 Ah, and another good one would be You’re Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring.

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Although General Nightbird has had several girlfriends in the past, you know, week, he is currently single.

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“ Love the thrill of battle; hate the notion of war. ”

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Major Greene is what many would call “scrawny”. Why he decided to join the Military is a mystery to me, because honestly, I doubt he could kill a fly with that body muscle. Not only is he kind of leggy and slim, but Oliver is also extremely short. The poor guy is only about 5’7, putting him shorter than a hellalot of the women he works with. It’s rather depressing, and if you were wondering, it doesn’t help when your entire squadron calls you “Mighty Midget”.
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Now don’t get me wrong, a couple years in boot camp gives you muscles, buddy, you can trust me on that one. It’s just that for some reason, Oliver Greene’s body decided not to show the muscular fatigue. If he flexes reaaaaaaally hard, you can kinda see the outline of a sixpack, though. 8D That has to count for something. C’mon.
Aside from his pip-squeak stature, Oliver’s a decent lookin’ guy. He has an angular face, with thin lips and these big, deep forest green eyes. He has a cute, lopsided grin that he sports rather well. His hair is pitch black, and usually brushed back into this spikey dealio. A few strands fall in his face, and there’s this one piece right in the front that is forever sticking up. Oliver kind of has bad eyesight, so he’s forced to wear square, stylish glasses so he isn’t as blind as a freaking bat. It really completes the whole nerd look, though, which goes hand-and-hand with his profession in the Military, which is Tech. Oliver’s skin is very pale, which means that he’s usually spotted wearing dark clothing. When out of uniform, Major Greene’s wardrobe consists of simple black slacks, a black or dark green t-shirt, and a pair of all-purpose black leather boots. Oliver will also often wear a black suit jacket, giving him a nice, sophisticated yet laid back look while he mingles with the people he protects each day. Oliver’s outfit might also consist of a bow or ribbon his daughter, Hayley, sticks on him. He continues to wear his wedding ring, which is a solid grey metal, even though his wife died quite a while ago. He claims he will never love another woman; not now, not ever. His war buddies tend to prod him about it, though, telling him if he never finds another girl he’ll die alone. Nevertheless, Greene refuses to remove the ring.

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The Major has been married once before, but his wife passed away about two years ago due to severe illness. He swears he will never love another woman, but his Squad makes it their ~~hobby~~ duty to prove him wrong. As of right now, the Major is single.

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Alchemists and Military

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Name: Sarafina “Sara” Cydal; Relentless Ice Alchemist.
Gender: Female.
Age: 24.
Rank: Major.
Description/Personality: Sara has very long, waist length hair that’s golden brown in color. It has streaks of dirty blonde in it. Slightly wavy, it’s usually pulled back into some kind of sloppy bun that actually looks very good on her. Her bangs always manage to fall out of the bun and sweep over her forehead and some of the left side of her face. She has pale skin that’s just a bit tanned, and dainty hands. Sara is-let’s face it-short for her age, standing around five foot six. Don’t comment on it though; she’ll probably freeze you until you get hypothermia. Sara’s eyes are a pretty crystalline white-blue that occasionally resembles ice, though they change to different variants of blue almost every day. Her lips are full and soft, though they’re almost never upturned into a smile anymore. Not after she joined the military. When off duty, she wears her hair down. Sara wears her military outfit every day; dark blue pants tucked into black boots, along with a matching blue shirt, a cloak thrown over it. A belt is wrapped tight around her waist that holds her guns, state alchemist watch, and a canteen of water. On the shoulders of her cloak are the stars proclaiming that she’s one of the colonels in the military. Underneath her soldier’s uniform, she’s covered in scars. No one knows how she got them, and she refuses to explain. Most people don’t even know about them. The ones that do know about them know better than to talk about them. Now, onto Sara’s personality. First of all, she’s fiercely loyal. She will do whatever she thinks is right to protect her country, loved ones, and the safety of any innocent people nearby. She’s a little distant from others and some call her cold. I prefer to call her ‘icy’. She’s strong, tough, caring and kind, though she rarely shows the caring and kind parts. Sara would rather be known as an icy alchemist than a kind soldier that’ll hesitate when going in for the kill, because trust me; she won’t hesitate. When you hear Sara’s laugh, it’s light and playful, but it’s barely ever heard. She’s fluent in the lovely language of sarcasm. Sara is extremely calculating and will always think everything through, though she won’t hesitate in battle. Deathly stubborn, Sara won’t budge from a topic unless you somehow manage to convince her to drop it, or to do something else. Good luck with that. Don’t even try to suck up to her. She’ll see right through it, sometimes even laughing in your face. Once she promises something, she swears on her life to uphold the promise. Her oaths are never broken. Ever.
Alchemy Level, Type and Description: State alchemist; can control ice and water. If any water (solid or liquid) is around, she’s able to control it and bend it to her will by slowing down the molecules, or speeding them up. She may choose to make a wave of the water, or freeze it around your feet to hold you captive, but she’s best known for the deadly icy points. She extends the water into sharp spikes, and then freezes it. It’s a silent and deadly weapon. Here’s a tip: while fighting her, try not to sweat.
History: Sara grew up in a small town in the north, near the edge of Drachma. She had to learn to deal with the freezing temperatures, snow, and other problems that come with living in the north, all of her life. Her father was an alchemist, while her mother was a librarian. One day, Sara came upon her father doing something forbidden in the alchemy world; he was making gold. Enraged, he lashed out on her with the knife that he was holding to separate the chemicals. She’s now covered in emotional and physical scars. After then, she vowed to learn any alchemy that she could. She figured out how to bend water and ice, seeing as she was surrounded by it every day of her life. Why not learn to control what you’ve grown up by? Leaving her parents, Sara decided to move to Dublith, to live with her Aunt Jeanne. One day, wandering the streets, she met a boy named Coal Nightbird. She decided then and there that she wanted to learn his alchemy. Sara followed him around, immensely interested in his art. Eventually she gave up and stopped following him and perfected her own form of alchemy. Her father and mother died when she was 20 in a tragic alchemical accident that Sara’s father caused. She decided to join the Military as a State Alchemist, and is now a major in said army.
Other: Sara is in Coal’s Squad, and is his personal adjutant. She took an oath to protect his life with hers…and as I’ve stated before, Sara never breaks her oaths. She knows that she has to do whatever she can to protect him, aid him, and do whatever is necessary to keep him alive. Sara’s likes include; BACON, puppies, any cute small animal (but don’t tell anyone), guns, water, snow, and books. Her dislikes include; wars, people, really hot places, and anybody that stares at her scars. Sara will develop a crush on Coal later on. For now she’s very displeased at having to be in his company.
Sample Post: *waves friendship/literacy pass*
Character Summary: Sara has very long, waist length hair that’s golden brown in color. Slightly wavy, it’s usually pulled back into some kind of sloppy bun. Her bangs always manage to fall out of the bun and sweep over her forehead. Sara is-let’s face it-short for her age, standing around five foot six. Sara’s eyes are a pretty crystalline white-blue that occasionally resembles ice. Sara wears her military outfit every day; dark blue pants tucked into black boots, along with a matching blue shirt, a cloak thrown over it. Underneath her soldier’s uniform, she’s covered in scars. Now, onto Sara’s personality. First of all, she’s fiercely loyal. She will do whatever she thinks is right. She’s strong, tough, caring and kind, though she rarely shows the caring and kind parts. Sara is extremely calculating and will always think everything through, though she won’t hesitate in battle. Deathly stubborn, Sara won’t budge from a topic unless you somehow manage to convince her to drop it. Her oaths are never broken. Ever. She’s a state alchemist; she can control ice and water. If any water (solid or liquid) is around, she’s able to control it and bend it to her will. Here’s a tip: while fighting her, try not to sweat. Sara grew up in a small town in the north, near the edge of Drachma. She had to learn to deal with the freezing temperatures, snow, and other problems that come with living in the north, all of her life. She learned alchemy while growing up, and then joined the military after her parents died.

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Screen Name: ~Sara~
Character Name: Rei
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Alchemist or No: Alchemist
Rank: Not in the military.
Physical Appearance: Rei has long, dark black hair that falls just past her shoulders. It’s scraggly, pin straight, and almost always dirty. Her skin is pale, yet it’s pretty dirty and smudged all the time, so it looks darker than it really is. Her face is shaped like a heart, and she has a pointed chin. Rei is very skinny; unhealthily so, as you can see her bones through her skin. She has dark, almond shaped eyes the color of night, and permanent tear streaks are stained on her face. She wears dirty, ripped, and raggedy clothing; whatever she can find in the trash or people will give to her. She’s short and very underweight for a girl her age, as she lives on the streets. She’s pretty much just skin and bones.
Personality: Rei is extremely shy. She prefers not to talk to people, and generally just keeps to herself. If anything, you’ll usually find her hiding in a dark alley. She’s very quiet and doesn’t trust just anybody; you have to earn her trust and respect. Rei is sad pretty much all the time. If she’s not crying, she’s sniffling as if she has just stopped letting out the tears. She’s friendly once you get to know her, but if you say the wrong thing, she’ll start bawling, and nothing you say will make her stop.
Fatal Flaw: She has no confidence in herself whatsoever.
History: Rei was cast out by her parents at a young age, and now lives on the streets. Before leaving her, however, her parents taught her some simple alchemy. She figured out the rest of her profession on her own, which gives her a tiny sense of pride.
Alchemy Profession: Water alchemy. She heard about a woman using ice alchemy though, and would like to learn about it.
Weapon of Choice: Her alchemy, although she does have a little rusty knife that she keeps in her pocket, just in case someone tries to jump her.
Hometown: Central.
Occupation: She doesn’t have a job.
Family/Relationships: She doesn’t have any family, either.
Extras/Others: Rei is homeless and struggles to survive, wandering the streets in search of food and shelter.
Character Summary: Rei has long, dark black hair that falls just past her shoulders. It’s scraggly, pin straight, and almost always dirty. Her skin is pale, yet it’s pretty dirty and smudged all the time, so it looks darker than it really is. Rei is very skinny; unhealthily so, as you can see her bones through her skin. She has dark, almond shaped eyes the color of night, and permanent tear streaks are stained on her face. She’s short and very underweight for a girl her age, as she lives on the streets. She’s pretty much just skin and bones. Rei is extremely shy. She prefers not to talk to people, and generally just keeps to herself. She’s very quiet and doesn’t trust just anybody; you have to earn her trust and respect. Rei is sad pretty much all the time. Rei was cast out by her parents at a young age, and now lives on the streets. Before leaving her, however, her parents taught her some simple alchemy. Her alchemy profession is water alchemy. She heard about a woman using ice alchemy though, and would like to learn about it.

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Screen Name: ~Sara~
Character Name: Jeremiah Blaine Hart. Goes by Blaine.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Residence: New Optain.
Physical Appearance: Blaine is the perfect stereotype of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. He has black hair that shines and lightly tanned skin with almost no blemishes. His eyes are a dark, mischievous black that seem to pull you in and never let you go. Standing around six foot six, Blaine has broad shoulders, hard muscles, and a wicked grin. His smile is slightly crooked; one side is higher than the other, and for some reason, this manages to make girls swoon. His hair falls to just above his shoulders, thick and soft. He usually wears a black jacket/cloak over a dark blue shirt, with black pants and leather sturdy-soled boots.
Personality: Blaine is as close as you can get to a ‘badboy’ in this day and age. He’s a womanizer; he gets a new girlfriend every week. One night stands aren’t uncommon for him. He’s extremely flirty, and somewhat spoiled. He will do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, although he will occasionally listen to his parents or his sister if it’s beneficial to him. Blaine is arrogant, ignorant, and rude on occasion. He’s fiercely protective of his family and friends. He can be caring, but if you start to get too close to him, he’ll push you away and out of his life. Blaine’s extremely daring and risky. He’s also charming, and will try to sweet-talk you into doing what he wants.
Fatal Flaw: If he sees something that he wants, he will do anything he can to get it. This can easily lead him into traps.
History: Blaine was born and raised on his family’s farm in New Optain. They’re not rich, but not poor, either. The farm is their pride and joy. He had a steady girlfriend named Julia, but she suddenly became ill and died, leaving Blaine heartbroken, causing him to be the womanizer he is today.
Occupation: Blaine works as a farmer on his family’s farm, right on the outside of New Optain. He frequently brings the crops into town to sell them in the marketplace.
Family/Relationships: He has a sister named Genevieve. He lives with his mother and father on his farm for now, but he plans to move away once he saves up enough money. Blaine probably couldn’t keep a girlfriend, so he prefers to just flirt relentlessly with them. xD
Extras/Others: Blaine is very sweet once you get to know him, but he barely lets anyone become his friend. If you want to befriend him, be aware that it’ll be extremely hard.
Character Summary: Blaine is the perfect stereotype of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. He has black hair that shines and lightly tanned skin with almost no blemishes. His eyes are a dark, mischievous black that seem to pull you in and never let you go. Standing around six foot six, Blaine has broad shoulders, hard muscles, and a wicked grin. Blaine is as close as you can get to a ‘badboy’ in this day and age. He’s a womanizer; he gets a new girlfriend every week. He will do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He’s fiercely protective of his family and friends. He can be caring, but if you start to get too close to him, he’ll push you away and out of his life. Blaine’s extremely daring, risky, and sly. He’s also charming, and will try to sweet-talk you into doing what he wants. Blaine was born and raised on his family’s farm in New Optain. They’re not rich, but not poor, either. If he sees something that he wants, he will do anything he can to get it. This can easily lead him into traps.

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Alchemists and Military

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Skyler Karzen
Age:
Born March 20, 1945; Age Eighteen
Gender:
Female
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Not part of the State Military.
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Skyler is, even if she's too shy to directly accept it, a gorgeous girl with natural beauty. Her hair is light chocolate brown, with a mix of golden and copper highlights, which is dazzling in the sunlight. It is long and straight, reaching an end at her lower back. She has bangs, but they're split down the middle, forcing them to brush each side of her face. At times, they do become meddlesome, but she will never get rid of them. Why? It's a secret. Skyler's eyes are a brilliant caramel brown, that sparks with intelligence, curiosity, and a rebellious nature and are slightly slanted, due to her Xingese blood. Eyes are said to be windows to the soul, and even Skyler can't avoid the truth they hold, so she tries to keep herself distant and often zones out. Her dark eyeslashes frame her eyes, creating a noticeable contrast. However, it draws attention to her face. Her skin is a pale ivory shade, small scars scattered over her body. Don't be suprised once a few seem as if they randomly poofed into existence. The scars are from her previous battles against the other heirs from rival clans, but she wouldn't directly tell you that. Skyler's stature is petite and lean. She only reaches about 5'5, and is very sensitive about her height, so don't mention it unless you want your throat slit. She has a curvy body figure, but her curves aren't as prominent, and are more gentle. The clothing that she is naturally seen is greatly influenced by Xingese culture and covers what little curves she had. Sometimes, she even ties up her hair up and stuffs it inside a hat, pretending to be a boy to hide her identity from the Military, because she's illegally in Amestris. Her top is a kimono that starts off dark violet at the shoulders, fading into a lavender shade at the hems. She wears baggy black or gray pants that bunch at her ankles. She wears traditional black flats, and around her wrist, she keeps a strip of coppery fabric, that used to belong to her mother, tightly wrapped like a bracelet.
Personality:
This personality of hers is complex, no doubt about it. Naturally, she can't help but be humble and loyal, due to how strictly she was raised during her childhood in the Zen clan. Deep down, however, she is rebellious and can hold little to no respect for higher authority. Her will is her own, and so are her decisions. Anyone who tries to order her around can find a few snarky remarks shot back at them. This kind of behavior started when her mother died, and only got worse when her father also passed away. She's become extremely stubborn and independent, the cause of her choice to leave the Zen clan to travel to Amestris. Skyler was born curious, and it has an impact on much of her actions. She strives for knowledge, wanting to know everything there is to learn. If she can't comprehend something, she lashes out in frustration, not too careful with her language. Her temper is short, and one small provoction is like setting off the fuse to a bomb. She pushes others away who offer assistance or guidance, as she is under the impression that she is strong, independent, and solitary. That's far from the truth. Hours of silence could go by, and without anything to focus on, she'll become lonely, and soon, deperate for attention. In the presence of strangers, it seems as if a switch has been turned, and she becomes shy, timid, and soft spoken. Or, perhaps, the veil to her tough girl act has simply fallen? Skyler is known to zone out at times, and is as oblivious as a rock when needing to deal with any sort of serious situtation. Yet, especially in romantic situations, she can easily be embarrassed, which also causes her to lash out in frustration, just not that harshly. She likes to view things from a laid back perspective, and may be because of her strict childhood. Skyler can be serious when it's called for, and takes insults personally, but doesn't show that to others.
Fatal Flaw:
Skyler's temper and her desire to be independent may be her greatest flaws. Her temper usually gets her into loads of trouble, as well as fighting. Her independence, or her illusional independence causes her to push others away, as she percieves herself as strong and solitary, not requiring the assitance or company of others, but really, she hates silence, and often involuntarily makes noise to fill the silence.
History:
Skyler was born in Xing as part of the Zen clan. She's half Amestrian and half Xingese. She had a strict childhood, and it's left some emotional scars. Physical scars have also been etched into her skin, as she was raised to act as a royal bodyguard for the heir of the Zen clan. She trained harshly the ways of Xingese martial arts, as well as became an apprentice to study Alkahestry. Skyler's mother was poisoned, along with the heir to the clan, by a rival heir, and later both died, leaving the entire Zen clan grief striken. Skyler was only 10. Her father managed to overcome the grief, and continued working as a merchant. When Skyler was 15, her father was due to return by her birthday from one of his recent trips using the sea trading routes when the ship was captured by a storm and sunk like a rock. News spread quickly, soon finding it's way to Skyler's ears. She's become distant from the clan, and soon left. She called assistance from the Han clan, who managed to smuggle her across the desert that divides Amestris and Xing. She has been living in Youswell for 3 years ever since she was 15, acting as a sort of caretaker of the citizens. Only few, the ones who accepted her and gave her shelter, know that she is, in fact, in Amestris illegally. She disguises herself regularly, sometimes as the opposite gender, to avoid recognition from the Military. Her devotion to knowledge is the reason almost every day, she's traveling around, searching for books on Amestris's alchemy, as well as it's history. On rare occasions, she travels to Central to check out the National Central Library, but it's risky and she knows well enough that she could get deported.
Alchemy Profession:
Alkahestry. Can use long range alchemy, and is skilled in medical/bio alchemy/alkehestry
Weapon of Choice:
Skyler normally uses Xingese styled martial arts, which she tirelessly trained in to protect the heir of her clan. Other than her bare fists or legs, she uses jet black kunai that are hidden up her sleeves. The kunai also help direct her alkahestry, allowing long range transmutations. They have coppery ribbons tied around the loops of the kunai, which are actually strips from her mother's kimono before she passed away. That kimono was the last thing Skyler saw her mother wear, so it holds sentimental value to her. She used to carry around a hidden blade, but after leaving Xing, she has stopped wearing it, and only equips it when she's aware of the danger ahead of her. She, like other Xingese warriors has heightened senses, as well as the ability to detect and appraise the presence and flow of life energy as it exists within human souls.
Hometown: Born in Xing, Skyler crossed the desert and settled in Youswell, where she was welcomed without question by the kind hospitality of the citizens. Acts as the town's doctor when she's actually there, but she travels around Amestris conducting research.
Occupation:
Skyler acts as the doctor of Youswell, that is, when she's actually there. She travels, often to Central, so she can research Amestris's alchemy.
Family/Relationships:
She was previously part of the Zen clan, acting as a bodyguard for the prince of the clan. Her mother had also been part of the clan, also a bodyguard for the clan heir. Skyler's father was an Amestrian merchant, who met her mother when she had accompined her own father on a trip to Amestris. The two fell in love, and settled in Xing, with the Zen clan. Skyler's mother was poisoned, along with the heir to the clan, by a rival heir, and later both died, leaving the entire Zen clan grief striken. Skyler was only 10. Her father managed to overcome the grief, and continued working as a merchant. When Skyler was 15, her father was due to return by her birthday from one of his recent trips using the sea trading routes when the ship was captured by a storm and sunk like a rock. News spread quickly, soon finding it's way to Skyler's ears. She's become distant from the clan, and soon left. The Zen clan still refer to her as one of their own, and would love to have her back.
Extras/Others:
Skyler's an illegal immigrant, and must keep her identity and origins a secret. If she is discovered, it's likely she'll be thrown in jail, or deported. She modified her last name, just in case she'd be recognized as Xingese. She is hesitant whether or not she should apply for a citizenship, so for now, she'll blend into the crowd.
Character Summary:
Skyler is, even if she's too shy to directly accept it, a gorgeous girl with natural beauty. Her hair is light chocolate brown, with a mix of golden and copper highlights. Skyler's eyes are a brilliant caramel brown, and are slightly slanted due to her Xingese blood. She is half Amestrian, from her father, and half Xingese, from her mother. Her mother passed away when she was 10, her father when she was 15. She left the Zen clan, and currently lives as a sort of guardian over the people in Youswell. She is skilled in Xingese martial arts, and can use Alkahestry. Naturally, she can't help but be humble and loyal, due to how strictly she was raised during her childhood in the Zen clan. Deep down, however, she is rebellious and can hold little to no respect for higher authority. Her will is her own, and so are her decisions.

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[ Screen Naмe ;; ☾αℓℓу☽]
[ Cнaracтer Naмe ;; Daren Russet ]
[ Age ;; Born September 8th, 1937 ;; Age Twenty Six ]
[ Gender: ;; мale ]
[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;; No ]
[ Ranĸ: ;; Captain ]
[ Pнyѕιcal Appearance: ;; Daren is a solid, lean man with a authoritive aura. He stands at 6'1 approximately. His hair is ink black, with strands of hair falling into his face in a messy fashion. It is long for a guy, and reaches past his chin, stopping at his neck. His complexion is quite pale, because his uniform covers most of his skin. Due to the training at the military academy, he's got some finely toned muscles. His lips naturally curl into a slight frown, but his smile could charm any girl in seconds. His teeth are a pearly white, as well as straight, except for his top canines, which are partially crooked. His eyes are a foggy gray, making them seem cold, harsh, and tactful. Usually perched on his nose are a pair of shades that are tinted gray. Daren can usually be seen in his military uniform, which gives him a sharp and serious appearance. Because he's a captain, his uniform has three gold stripes; two skinny ones on either side of the one in the middle, which has three stars. Of course, he's always got his trusty rifle strapped across his back, within his reach at all times. When he's not in his uniform, he can still look sharp. A dress shirt, normally white, some slacks, naturally a dark color like black, and a pair of leather shoes, also preferably a dark color such as black. His casual appearance seems to consist of a black and white color scheme, but that's just the kind of person he is. ]
[ Perѕonalιтy: ;; This guy's really tough, able to stare into the eyes of Death and not even flinch. If you're the enemy, never expect any mercy. That would earn you a bullet through the skull. He's got a rough exterior, and to strangers, he may seem smug, or act like a jerk. Daren can act quite cold and sometimes even dull, but that's because studying was how he spent most of his childhood. But that doesn't mean he isn't athletic. When called for, he will speak his mind 100% truthfully, no matter how harsh it sounds. No punishment will ever change that....Do you see why people consider him smug yet? Obviously, he doesn't take other people's emotions into consideration, and views things from a practical perspective. He enjoys being in an authoritive position, and portrays himself as such. Daren certainly knows how to manipulate people to his advantage, making him an excellent strategist. However he views people in general, he is fiercely loyal to his other squad members, and will not hesitate when their safety is at stake. So really, underneath that rocky shell, he's actually got some nice qualities. He loves making sarcastic comments, as well as teasing others, sometimes even picking fights. His actions can almost always be linked to some sort of strategy, unless he acts out of impulse, which is rare. He usually remains collected and calm, wearing a straight face almost 24/7. It is clear he isn't aware of how to express his emotions, and therefore keeps them locked inside. It increasingly becomes harder and harder to tell what his next move will be or what he's thinking as he gets older and has grown out of his rebellious phase. ]
[ Faтal Flaw ;; Daren is usually caught thinking instead of taking action. He can also be quite smug, and come off as rude to people who don't know him well enough. He usually gets into arguements as well as fights.]
[ Hιѕтory: ;; Daren was raised by two loving parents in South City, who attended to his future very seriously. He studied hard, and even though he had no interest in it, he did it for the sake of pleasing his parents. He, however, enjoyed the field of psychology and as he studied further into the field, it was clear he had a way with reading people like books. He was a silent, well-mannered boy, and was and still is very loyal to his parents. They were a close-knit family, and they still keep in touch. ]
[Alcнeмy Proғeѕѕιon ;; Not an alchemist ]
[ Weapon oғ Cнoιce ;; Daren's weapon of choice is an M16-A3 automatic rifle. This rifle features the trigger group providing "safe", "semi-automatic", and "fully automatic" modes. It's a classy black steel shade, with enhanced grip. There's an optional scope that, when dealing with excessive long range, he equips. His rifle also happens to be his favorite, and it can usually be seen strapped to his back. When he's troubled, he'll be seen polishing it. There's a history behind the rifle, but very few people have even heard it has value to him at all. ]
[ Hoмeтown ;; South City]
[ Occυpaтιon ;; N/A ]
[ Faмιly/Relaтιonѕнιps ;; Daren was raised by two loving parents in South City, who attended to his future very seriously. He studied hard, and even though he had no interest in it, he did it for the sake of pleasing his parents. He, however, enjoyed the field of psychology and as he studied further into the field, it was clear he had a way with reading people like books. His mother was a florist, his father a soldier, just like him. The final decision that determined whether Daren would enroll into the military acadmey was, in fact, his father. He strived to please his parents, and the military seemed right. Even now, after 6 years from the time he moved out of his parents's home, he still visits, and they have a healthy relationship. His mother worries about his line of work, afraid he'll be killed. His father approves, and it pleases Daren. He has no girlfriend, crush, wife. All he has is a select group of friends, a majority of them are members of Coal's squad, which Daren is also a part of. ]
[ Eхтraѕ/Oтнerѕ ;; 75% Amestrian 25% Drachman. A member of Coal's Squad. ]
[ Cнaracтer Sυммary ;; Daren is a solid, lean man with a authoritive aura. He stands at 6'1 approximately. His hair is ink black, with strands of hair falling into his face in a messy fashion. . His eyes are a foggy gray, making them seem cold, harsh, and tactful. Usually perched on his nose are a pair of shades that are tinted gray. Daren can usually be seen in his military uniform, which gives him a sharp and serious appearance. Because he's a captain, his uniform has three gold stripes; two skinny ones on either side of the one in the middle, which has three stars. Of course, he's always got his trusty rifle strapped across his back, within his reach at all times. This guy's really tough, able to stare into the eyes of Death and not even flinch. If you're the enemy, never expect any mercy. That would earn you a bullet through the skull. He's got a rough exterior, and to strangers, he may seem smug, or act like a jerk. Daren can act quite cold and sometimes even dull, but that's because studying was how he spent most of his childhood. But that doesn't mean he isn't athletic. When called for, he will speak his mind 100% truthfully, no matter how harsh it sounds. Daren is 75% Amestrian 25% Drachman and a member of Coal's Squad. He was raised by two loving parents in South City, who attended to his future very seriously. He studied hard, and even though he had no interest in it, he did it for the sake of pleasing his parents]

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Homunculi, Humans, and Chimera

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Screen Name:
☾αℓℓу☽
Character Name:
[Chase Serrell]
Age:
[ Born June 9th, 1930 ; Thirty Three Years Old ]
Gender:
[ Male]
Residence:
[ Rush Valley]
Physical Appearance:
[Chase is a handsome man, with good looks and quite the charm. It' no surprise the girls back at his old village were always craving his attention. However, he was too busy taking things apart and putting things together once more. Because of this, he had to have the strength, so naturally, he put on some muscle. Boy, do they pay off~ He has a lean, strong stature, hitting a max height of about 6'5. He's got slightly curly auburn hair, perhaps ranging more in wavy, that is cut short, just below his ears. His eyes are a fascinating sage color, which are always sparkling with enthusiasm. His skin is slightly tanned, but he spends most of his time indoors working on automail. You'll see him dressed in light clothing, ones that are easily disposable. He normally wears a black bandana on his head, using it to keep his bangs out of his eyes. He's got a thin scar that runs across his left cheek, left to right, stopping an inch or two away from his nose, but it seems it's always been there, and he becomes quite when asked about it or when mentioned. ]
Personality:
[ Chase is very sweet and affectionate, making it difficult for anyone to despise him. He is compasionate, and works tirelessly until he is satifised with his own results. He adores his wife, Portia, and would do anything for her, including putting his own life at risk. His emotions drive his actions, so it's often you'll find him reacting out of impulse. Strangely enough, he has the patience of a saint, but perhaps that's because he lives in Rush Valley, where the people can be obnoxious and loud. He has an allaround sweet, peaceful attitude, usually found smiling and chatting with his costumers. Befriending people seems to be a talent of his, most of his costumers are friends and he likes to keep tabs on them, making sure they're alright. His gentle nature makes him great with children, also making him a wonderful parent. Overall, he's a mellow and sweet guy.]
Fatal Flaw:
[ Way too compasionate. He'll protect anyone he cares for even at the cost of his life. Due to scarring at a young age, he is uncomfortable around large quantities of blood, and may break into a cold sweat and panic. ]
History:
[ Chase was raised by two loving Amestrians, both who were Automail engineers and small town doctors in a village outside of Rush Valley. He was a cheerful and affectionate child, but he stopped smiling so often at age 6, when he accidentally walked in on his parents performing surgery on a war veteran. All that blood had startled young Chase, potentionally scarring him. Now, ever since, his parents were saddened by this, as well as a little guilty. In a few years when he turned 10, Chase's father asked him if he would like to begin observing the operations they performed. Reluctantly, Chase agreed, sercretly hoping it would erase his fears, or at least, subdue them to a degree. Ever since then, he'd been right by his parents's sides, and after getting used to the sight, he began helping out his parents. They taught him everything they knew, which was quite a lot, considering they were well known even outside of Rush Valley. Chase once more began smiling freely, and by the age of 16, was the village heartthrob. By age 20, he moved out of his small village and opened an automail shop in Rush Valley.]
Occupation:
[ Automail Engineer and owner of his own automail shop.]
Family/Relationships:
[ Married to Portia Angel Nightbird]
Extras/Others:
[ He's a very clever man, and ever since meeting Portia, he has gained an interest in alchemy, often watching his wife display her talents. ]
Character Summary:
[ Chase has a lean, strong stature, hitting a max height of about 6'5. He's got , slightly curly auburn hair, perhaps ranging more in wavy, that is cut short, just below his ears. His eyes are a fascinating sage color, which are always sparkling with enthusiasm. His skin is slightly tanned, but he spends most of his time indoors working on automail. Chase is very sweet and affectionate, making it difficult for anyone to despise him. He is compassionate, and works tirelessly until he is satifised with his own results. He adores his wife, Portia, and would do anything for her, including putting his own life at risk. ]

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Guest

-- Clove's charrie save #2 --

-- мιlιтary and alcнeмιѕтѕ --

[ Screen Naмe ;; [ ιnclυde all ѕyмвolѕ, ғancy leттerѕ, and nυмвerѕ ]
[ Cнaracтer Naмe ;; [ Maxine Grayson ;; Max ]
[ Age ;; [ 27 ]
[ Gender: ;; [ ғeмale ]
[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;; [ Uh, no? ]
[ Ranĸ: ;; [ looĸ aт тнe lιѕт. мυѕт вe cleared вy мe. ]
[ Pнyѕιcal Appearance: ;; [ Physical Appearance: [To start off, Max isn't a priss. She's not afraid to get dirty, although she prefers staying rather in between. She has long, dark hair that often changes color depending on how she styles it. But usually, it's in its casual look, either in a messy bun, or down, hanging over her shoulders. Her hair can often be found with some blonde streaks among the brunette and is has the silk and shine that every girl wants. She has warm, vibrant caramel colored eyes with a dark brown ring around it. Her look? She wears everyday clothes that are usually tight enough to show her figure, or she wears a baggy jacket as well. She has attractive feminine curves and very few freckles splashed over the bridge of her nose, and well tanned skin and nice, chocolate colored layered side-bangs that neatly drape over her left eye like a curtain. Her voice is usually smooth, but grows more commanding in a crisis or in danger. She's around 5'11 and has a sweet, fun complexion, but she's pretty daring when the time comes. As says the expression in her eyes when you're on her bad side. She's definately not afraid to show what she feels in her expression. Of course, that's when she's off duty. When she's on duty she wears {insert military clothing description here} and she would sacrifice her life for anybody in her squad.]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Perѕonalιтy: [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ Max is fun. She's good to be around, and enjoys her friends company. She's defiant and very brave, she will stand up to anyone in a higher power any day. Well, kinda. If she works up the nerve. She's pretty cool around others, has a strong temper, and is like a softie in a tough shell, ya know? Oh, don't get on her bad side. Seriously. She's beat you to death with a sock full of butter. Or something along those lines. So whoop de doo. She's calm and collected and can get terrified of anything the points a weapon threateningly at her. She refuses to wield a weapon in a crisis and likes to sneak around. She often gets herself into really bad situations due to her ADHD, and she is really empathetic. A little kid gives her the puppy dog eyes and the next thing she knows, she's massaging their feet and feeding them chocolates. She doesn't really trust anybody and she does forgive, but he never ever forgets. She's not much of a cryer, but she'll cry if A.) Someone close to her died B.) If she died and came back to life C.) If its really a crying moment. Comebacks come naturally to her and she's ok at street fighting, but she prefers to stay nice. Calm. Collected. In combat, she shows her dangerous side, fighting with extreme energy, stealth, and danger in her stride. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Faтal Flaw [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ Fatal Flaw: [ Fatal Flaw? Max loves action. She lives excitement, so she'll try to play hero when the time comes. Even if it involves injury. When danger prevails and her friends, loved one's, or a little kid is in the midst, she will jump to the rescue. The doesn't always turn out pretty, but she will do anything to help her friends. Max refuses to tell anybody any big secrets. Trust nobody ands stay alive right? Wrong. She's too paranoid that their will be an assault or a mile
In her squad.] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Hιѕтory: [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ вe elaвoraтe! add ιn нow yoυr cнaracтer gaιned нιѕ or нer ĸnowledge oғ alcнeмy aѕ well, ιғ тнey’re an alcнeмιѕт. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK]Alcнeмy Proғeѕѕιon [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ looĸ aт тнe lιѕт on page тнree. мυѕт вe cleared вy мe тнroυgн eмaιl. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Weapon oғ Cнoιce [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ тнιѕ ιѕ yoυr мaιn weapon. deѕcrιвe. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Hoмeтown [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ looĸ aт тнe lιѕт on page ғoυr ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Occυpaтιon [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ ғor non-ѕoldιerѕ only ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Faмιly/Relaтιonѕнιps [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ ιnclυde ѕιѕтerѕ, вroтнerѕ, parenтѕ, cloѕe ғrιendѕ, crυѕнeѕ, ѕpoυѕeѕ and gιrlғrιendѕ/вoyғrιendѕ. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK]Eхтraѕ/Oтнerѕ [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ anyтнιng elѕe yoυ ғιnd neceѕѕary goeѕ нere. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK] Cнaracтer Sυммary[/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ тнιѕ ιѕ тнe ѕυммary тнaт wιll go on тнe ғronт page. pleaѕe ĸeep ιт ѕнorт and ѕweeт, вυт add ιn neceѕѕary coмponenтѕ. мaхιмυм lengтн: 10 lιneѕ. ] [/color]
[color:RED][[/color][color:BLACK]Saмple Poѕт [/color][color:RED] ;;[/color][color:BLACK] [ тнιѕ ιѕ an aѕѕeѕѕмenт тo ѕee ιғ yoυ are ғιт ғor мy role play. yoυ need тo only do тнιѕ once. add any color codeѕ ғor yoυr cнaracтer, aѕ well aѕ тнe ғorмaт yoυ мιgнт вe poѕтιng ιn. тнιѕ мυѕт conтaιn тнe мιnιмυм oғ ғιve ѕenтenceѕ, мaхιмυм oғ wнaтever. ] [/color]

-- Clove's charrie save #2 --

-- мιlιтary and alcнeмιѕтѕ --

[ Screen Naмe ;; [ Çłøναħ(: ]
[ Cнaracтer Naмe ;; [ Maxine Grayson ;; Max ]
[ Age ;; [ 27 ]
[ Gender: ;; [ ғeмale ]
[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;; [ Uh, no? ]
[ Ranĸ: ;; [ Second Leuitenant ]
[ Pнyѕιcal Appearance: ;; [ Physical Appearance: [To start off, Max isn't a priss. She's not afraid to get dirty, although she prefers staying rather in between. She has long, dark hair that often changes color depending on how she styles it. But usually, it's in its casual look, either in a messy bun, or down, hanging over her shoulders. Her hair can often be found with some blonde streaks among the brunette and is has the silk and shine that every girl wants. She has warm, vibrant caramel colored eyes with a dark brown ring around it. Her look? She wears everyday clothes that are usually tight enough to show her figure, or she wears a baggy jacket as well. She has attractive feminine curves and very few freckles splashed over the bridge of her nose, and well tanned skin and nice, chocolate colored layered side-bangs that neatly drape over her left eye like a curtain. Her voice is usually smooth, but grows more commanding in a crisis or in danger. She's around 5'11 and has a sweet, fun complexion, but she's pretty daring when the time comes. As says the expression in her eyes when you're on her bad side. She's definately not afraid to show what she feels in her expression. Of course, that's when she's off duty. When she's on duty she wears {insert military clothing description here} and she would sacrifice her life for anybody in her squad.]
[ Perѕonalιтy: ;; [ Max is fun. She's good to be around, and enjoys her friends company. She's defiant and very brave, she will stand up to anyone in a higher power any day. Well, kinda. If she works up the nerve. She's pretty cool around others, has a strong temper, and is like a softie in a tough shell, ya know? Oh, don't get on her bad side. Seriously. She's beat you to death with a sock full of butter. Or something along those lines. So whoop de doo. She's calm and collected and can get terrified of anything the points a weapon threateningly at her. She refuses to wield a weapon in a crisis and likes to sneak around. She often gets herself into really bad situations due to her ADHD, and she is really empathetic. A little kid gives her the puppy dog eyes and the next thing she knows, she's massaging their feet and feeding them chocolates. She doesn't really trust anybody and she does forgive, but he never ever forgets. She's not much of a cryer, but she'll cry if A.) Someone close to her died B.) If she died and came back to life C.) If its really a crying moment. But she's not a baby, and it takes alot to make her cry. Comebacks come naturally to her and she's ok at street fighting, but she prefers to stay nice. Calm. Collected. In combat, she shows her dangerous side, fighting with extreme energy, stealth, and danger in her stride. ]
[ Faтal Flaw ;; [ Fatal Flaw: [ Fatal Flaw? Max loves action. She loves excitement, so she'll try to play hero when the time comes. Even if it involves injury. When danger prevails and her friends, loved one's, or a little kid is in the midst, she will jump to the rescue. It's kinda her thing. Even if it involves breaking a rule or an order, an human life is above other value to her. The doesn't always turn out pretty, but she will do anything to help her friends. Max refuses to tell anybody any big secrets. Trust nobody ands stay alive right? Wrong. She's too paranoid that their will be an assault or a mole in her squad.]
[ Hιѕтory: ;; [ Max had a pretty normal childhood. She grew up on the outskirts of East City, born to her mother, Casey Grayson, at the age of 23. Her father was a very talented surgeon, Dr. Thomas Elliot, and he took pride in his work, making enough money to feed his family. Her mother was in the military, and Max constantly dreamed of her future in battle, just like mom. Until, when Max was about eight, her mother was killed in battle. It wasn't a big blow on Max, however young and vulnerable she was, her parents never taught her much emotion. Before she knew it, the stress of her mothers death had cost her father his job, and he killed his next patient and went on the run with Max.
Fleeing to Rush Valley, Max and Dr. Elliot lived there until she was twelve, homeless and alone, fetching scraps of food from garbage cans and leftovers. The Doctor was 'planning' his revenge on the military and eventually signing up to pose as a military surgeon. Max taught herself basic combat moves and practiced until the age of thirteen, when she confronted her father before he went to his new job. He didn't put up much of a fight and both went their seperate ways, Max to East City once more, Dr. Elliot to his new job, where he carved the face off of the first military operative he got his hands on. With his fourth victim, he was caught and fled back to Rush Valley. Max enlisted in military school at age 20, and at 27 she is now a Second Lieutenant in Squad 188. Along with the whole 'murderer father' thing, max discovered a newfound bravery, and courage, and an urge to help others.
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[Alcнeмy Proғeѕѕιon ;; [ She ain't no Alchemist xD]
[ Weapon oғ Cнoιce ;; [ I dunno. A gun, thats black and about the size of her head. It has about 17 22 Excalibur Stainless Steel bullets and she has a store of more ammo at the base of her miitary operations. It has an almost invisible and optional scope that sends an invisible dot to land prescicely on her target, and can only be seen with special military eyewear. ]
[ Hoмeтown ;; [ East City ]
[ Occυpaтιon ;; [ ғor non-ѕoldιerѕ only ]
[ Faмιly/Relaтιonѕнιps ;; [ Casey Grayson--Max's mother. She was very close and died in battle.
Dr. Thomas Elliot--Max's mass murderer father. They were never close, and grew an even rage at eachother once Max discovered his ways of murder. He slits their vocal cords in surgery and carves their faces off, bandaging them and hangin the Fce on the wall before fleeing.
Her Squad-- Max's squad is her family and friends. What she has left. She cares for each and every one of them.
Brigiander General Coal Nightbird-- Max doesn't 'like like' him, but she admires him for his pride. She feels that he's the only one who understands what a 'bad history' is, even though she hasn't heard much about his. They're not as close as Max wished them to be, but being in his squad is like some big honor to her, though she treats him as everyone else does.
[Eхтraѕ/Oтнerѕ ;; [ You really don't want to get on her bad side because boy, shoot to kill permission granted in her little world. The old Max is still in there. ]
[ Cнaracтer Sυммary ;; [ Max has long brown hair that falls in delicate spirals around her shoulders, vibrant streaks of strawberry blonde merging with the look. She has dark, unforgiving and sharp but welcoming brown eyes that seem kinda take everything in, and only let few emotions escape her control. She's not exactly a priss, but hit a nerve and crap, shoot to kill permission granted. She will go all out on you and is a natural at snapping quick, dirty comebacks. She's had a rather horrible hostory that I won't get into, war hero mother and delusional, bipolar mass murderer father. ^^'. Max is sweet, funny, and cares deeply about each and every man and woman on her Squad, 188. However, her friends are her fatal flaw; if any of them are in danger, she will personally sacrifice herself for them, or will surrender herself to save them. She carries a 22 Excalibur Gun with 17 bullets and watch out; she's got really good aim. She completes orders quickly and never has an attitude to someone who doesn't direct on at her first. ]

Max slipped down the shadowed street. Darkness cloaked her form in an ominous veil, her eyes betraying her as they tried to see past the obnoxious mist. Her finger laced the trigger of her gun, muscles tensed as she proceded down the alley and next to a small building, opening the foggy glass door and stepping inside.

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[ Screen Naмe ;; [ Çłøναħ(: ]
[ Cнaracтer Naмe ;; [ Sebastian Michaeliss ]
[ Age ;; [ 25 ]
[ Gender: ;; [ мale ]
[ Alcнeмιѕт or No ;; [ Uh, no? ]
[ Ranĸ: ;; [ First Leuitenant ]
[ Pнyѕιcal Appearance: ;; [ Well. The childhood nickname 'Pretty Boy' doesn't come hand in hand, but he's not ugly. He has messy, shoulder length black hair and sharp, defiant ice blue eyes that pretty much shoot daggers at you, if he's not doing that physically. He's like, pretty tall, hitting around 6'3 and you can say that he looks always angry. His expression never crosses over to happy. He never smiles, laughs, or even talks to people. He is well muscled, has a butt chin, and kinda resembles an emo Heath Ledger.
[ Perѕonalιтy: ;; [ Only two word can describe him. Emo, and EVILEVILEVILEVIL. I swear, he gives off that vibe that says 'Come within 5 feet of me and IMM SHANK YOU.' He is cold, antisocial, and unforgiving. No living soul has dared puncture his living hell, and nobody will probably ever. He fights with an unreleased fury that he barelt hold in when not in battle. He's like...an ostridge. Always has his head in the dirt. [metaphorically, of course.] The only physical beings that go underground are the bodies buried of the people he kills. Like i said, evillllllll. Cold-hearted, and he's that close to ditching his squad, but has no other way to release his anger but in battle. ]
[ Faтal Flaw ;; [ Fatal Flaw: [ Sebastian doesn't care. Like, about anything. If he gets shot, oh well. He doesn't care about people, places, or things. And that's probably how he'll stay for the rest of the life he lives. ]
[ Hιѕтory: ;; [
Sebastian had a very emotional childhood. His mother was diagnosed with lung cancer when he was six, and his father never cared. Just, didn't. His parents were separated, but they still lived together because his father was required to care for her. Sebastian blew his top very quickly at the age of thirteen. He got tired of his father always drunk, depressed, blaming him for the things that happen to his mother. He was tired of listening to his mothers cries, her wrenching and coughing, the blood on the bed sheet. She was able to resist her disease until one day, she died. That's when Sebastian left. He fled to the poverty of Rush Valley, cold-hearted, unforgiving, taken in by random huddles of homeless men at night, fighting them for food in the morning. He excelled at combat from his time on the streets, and at age 20 he decided to join the military, feeling an unbridled fury build up inside f him and only to be let out through violence. His mother's death was very hard on him, breaking his heart and leaving him with no emotion at all. He is a First Lieutenant in Squad 188, and refuses to fight with guns, keeping an emergency pistol in his boot just incase, but fighting with daggers. What a disturbed boy. He discovered his father committed suicide years later. It sent a surge of satisfaction through him, and he uncovered his cold, horrible heart.
[Alcнeмy Proғeѕѕιon ;; [ He ain't no Alchemist xD]
[ Weapon oғ Cнoιce ;; [ I dunno. He's got twin daggers, which he keeps in black sheaths on each side of his waist, attached to his belt. He's highly skilled with them.]
[ Hoмeтown ;; [ Rush Valley ]
[ Occυpaтιon ;; [ ғor non-ѕoldιerѕ only ]
[ Faмιly/Relaтιonѕнιps ;; [ His mother, Andrea Falco, was taken by disease, and his father, Matthew Michaeliss, grew old but is currently working as chef at on of the bakerys, or whatever. No siblings. ]
[Eхтraѕ/Oтнerѕ ;; [ Did I mention how much he hates people? But he likes bread. ]
[ Cнaracтer Sυммary ;; [ Well. The childhood nickname 'Pretty Boy' doesn't come hand in hand, but he's not ugly. He has messy, shoulder length black hair and sharp, defiant ice blue eyes that pretty much shoot daggers at you, if he's not doing that physically. He's like, pretty tall, hitting around 6'3 and you can say that he looks always angry. His expression never crosses over to happy. He never smiles, laughs, or even talks to people. Only two words can describe him. Emo, and EVILEVILEVILEVIL. I swear, he gives off that vibe that says 'Come within 5 feet of me and IMM SHANK YOU.' He is cold, antisocial, and unforgiving. No living soul has dared puncture his living hell, and nobody will probably ever. He fights with an unreleased fury that he barelt hold in when not in battle. He's like...an ostridge. Always has his head in the dirt. [metaphorically, of course.] The only physical beings that go underground are the bodies buried of the people he kills. Like i said, evillllllll. Cold-hearted, and he's that close to ditching his squad, but has no other way to release his anger but in battle. ]

Sebastian ran his fingers along the smooth, silver blade of his dagger. He dragged it across the sharpener again, leaning baack slightly and adjusting his mask as the sparks erupted from the wheel and danced around, before slowly fading into the prolonged darkness. Yes, the blade was sharper and he took in the shrill squeal as the metal scraped the wheel again, and again. How he would deeply enjoy the feeling of this cold stel cutting through warm flesh. What an utterly, utterly primitive man.

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