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Post by Edward Elric on Dec 29, 2009 0:35:09 GMT
The Basics
Name: Edward Elric
Alias: The Fullmetal Alchemist/Nickname: Ed
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sibling: Alphonse Elric
Rank – London: Citizen
Rank – Amestris: Major/State Alchemist
Appearance
Edward stands at about 5’5 (Still shorter than his little brother, damnit!) weighing in at about 150 pounds, the automail making him heavy for his height. He is rather slim about the waist with a wide chest and shoulders, making for a sort of strong, stocky build. Still, he sports the automail Winry gave him in Amestris but keeps spares of the one’s his father made in case he outgrows them. Edward’s hair is long and golden, kept in high ponytail out of the way, defying the short, slick look of the period. His eyes are large and also golden, more like a cat’s than a human’s a pleasant compliment to deeply tanned skin from years wandering deserts. He usually dons an ivory button down shirt with arm bands and a tan vest over khaki coloured slacks.
Personality
Edward’s personality is often conflicting; his moods swing more than a pregnant woman’s. Ed is still a child at heart. He's quick to attack whenever anyone comments on his height inclinations. He frequently has fits of rage in these instances which usually result in one party or another being restrained, that party spoken of being mostly Ed himself. Ed is wise far beyond his years, even for the trauma he’s been through but more often than not he’s too emotional to put any of his acquired wisdom to use, which make for an interesting mental standing. Edward is immensely violent, though his morals are strong, and he is compassionate about them in every sense of the word.
Ed tries not to let anything hold him back except where his little brother is concerned. He feels guilty about the situation he’d led them into as children and because of it is protective to a fault. There is nothing in the world apart from –maybe- the value of human life in general that is more important to Ed than his brother and it is a failing of his.
History
See Fullmetal Alchemist the anime! (Just for laughs)
RP Example
(I have yet to be more than gloomy Ed, but here’s a bit piece from the beginning of another setting)
“f**k!” Ed muttered to himself, kicking his foot out in front of himself in a futile attempt to keep his socks at least marginally dry. This time giving the puddle a wide berth he sneered at the stagnate water left over from the previous night’s downpour. Glancing up he recognized the heavy way the clouds hovered above Central, a constant reminder that the dry hours of this day were only temporary, that water would soon again consume the sleeping earth. Snarling to the very gods themselves he trudged on, watching and a little more carefully avoiding sock-menacing puddles.
The sidewalks on which he walked were mostly empty, only the occasional hurried man decked in full rain gear, hoping desperately to make it to work or home before the next shower began. If it weren’t for his already dreadful mood he probably would have even enjoyed the walk, no bustling traffic, or people jostling him uncaringly left, right, and sideways. But, as it was his state of mind was rather sour, for very little reason, too. Al would have said he’d just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. The gloomy weather and insufficient level of caffeine only served to dampen his mood further. Unconsciously he hiked the strap of his shoulder bag up to keep it from sliding to the sopping ground. Showing up to the library with a bag full of ruined soggy books to return would most certainly be an unpleasant experience.
An ancient looking –and sounding- vehicle clattered down the road, it’s abnormally thin wheels spitting mud in all directions, including onto the sidewalk. Where Ed now stood covered in a mix or mud and gravel. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” The driver wouldn’t hear him, and on the off chance he did he mostly probably wouldn’t care, but still the blonde shouted his annoyance to an empty street. He clapped with an especially exasperated sigh and alchemy blazed over his marred clothing, crackling and drying the grime it was coated with completely. It fell to the sidewalk in silent little clumps, leaving his coat and pants in roughly the same condition they had been in to begin with. Glumly, he soldiered on, glad to note that the library was a mere few blocks away.
After what felt like a distressed eon he reached the tall concrete steps leading up to Central’s amazingly large public library, where he had been confined to after turning in his silver State Alchemist’s pocket watch almost a year prior. The library usually made him feel a bit better, being surrounded by ages and ages of knowledge was exciting in its own right. So he took the stairs two at a time, more than ready to be out of the cold and into such pleasantly familiar quarters.
When he entered the first thing he noticed was the new librarian, a woman he didn’t at all recognize except maybe from an ancient cliché children’s book. Honestly she was the perfect stereotype, muddy brown hair just graying at the temples pulled into a taught curled bun at the base of her neck, staring through a pair of small round spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose with stern steely blue-gray eyes. She dressed conservatively in a dim, shapeless, patterned in paisley and topped with a dull brown knit vest; Ed couldn’t see through the counter but could guess the practical kind of flats or one inch heels she most likely wore. As he got closer he saw that her vest was adorned with the commonly seen gold plastic name tag. Mrs. Maria Thorton, it read. She greeted him with a curt nod and he pegged her personality as matching her strict eyes.
He marched purposefully towards the counter despite the slight onset of dread, unsnapping the top of his bag as he went. She stared just as purposefully down her nose at him, distaste painted across her middle-aged face. “Good afternoon.” Her voice matched everything else as well, unforgiving.
“Afternoon, Mrs. Thorton.” He did his best to sound peaceable but the grudging, grim edge of his mindset was hammered deeply into his tone. Internally he cursed as she sized him up, probably thinking things about how he was sure to be a nuisance. Something about that made Edward want to hit her, surely the caffeine deprivation talking.
“What can I do for you today?”
“Not much, I just have a few books to return.” Breaking gaze he fished around for the sole purpose he had come. Finally he came up with two small soft bound books and one large, leather-bound hardcover. “Here,” he handed them over and turned, expecting to go hunt for something more.
“Young man,” the iron voice spoke behind him.
“Yes?” Turning he waited to see what she wanted. Two nearly trimmed, unpolished nails tapped the larger book’s cover.
“These books are all overdue; you must pay the fine before I can be allowed to loan anything to you.”
“What?” Quickly he did the proper math in his head, only to find the books were due right when he had returned them. “Those aren’t late.”
“Don’t argue with me, young man.” Ed decided he hated that title. “The books were due yesterday.”
“No they weren’t,” he argued.
“Please just pay your fine and do not continue this discussion.” Glaring he put his hands to his hips, thoroughly convinced that he was right and she was wrong.
“They are due today, not yesterday; I don’t owe a damn thing.” There were few things he hated more than being told he was wrong when it was clear that he wasn’t.
“I’m sorry then, until you pay your late fees you will be suspended from checking anything more out.” Rolling his eyes, Edward turned his back to her prepared to stomp out of the building; which he did after a few unpleasant words left his mouth.
Well, so far his trip had done absolutely nothing to improve his mood and he didn’t know where he was heading next.
About Me
Name: Ginny Raven
Gender: Female
RP Experience: Very little, a few months.
Activity: Simply a humble member!
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