Kane

[Kane]

The Basics

Name: Sayomi Laurent
Alias: Kane
Age: 20 years
Gender: Female
Siblings: Akira Laurent - unbeknownst to either of them

Rank: Alchemist - Citizen of Amestris

Appearance

Body Type: Her build is very light, and rather skinny. Having lived on her own for a while, her supply of food always varies, so she's small from undernourishment. But, she is heavy for her size because of her automail.

• Black Hair, Blue eyes. Hair is usually ruffled and unkempt. Is four inches shy of her waist. However, when it is brushed, washed & dried, it is very straight, and its rather sleek. Her bangs, which stop just above her eyebrows, are more noticeable.
  
  
• Fair & Pale Complexion. Her light-toned skin is probably caused by genetics, though spending probably 90% of her young life indoors and out of the sun didnt help much, either.
  
  
• Four auto-mail limbs. Poorly built, put-together, and kept automail. Right arm is starting to brown with rust, and come apart in some places. Her right arm is the oldest. Her left arm and right leg are not as bad off, but poorly put-together, made, kept, etc. Both of her arms attatch at the shoulder. No metal plates ever covered her front shoulder and back shoulder, leaving the wires exposed. Her entire left leg is missing up to about high thigh. Her right leg, the newest auto-mail, is flesh and bone to about mid-thigh.

Height: 5 feet 2 inches with automail. 3 feet 7 inches without.

Weight: 160 pounds with automail. 72 pounds without

Everyday Outfit(s): Black tank top, black lace-up boots, black gloves, black jacket, black belt, black choker.

Extra: "Jewelry" could be the pseudo-philosophers stones lining her belt and choker, which she stole from the organization when she fled them. As far as scars go, she has tons. Deep, jagged scarring around her automail ports. One in particular from her left leg reaches to her hip and is deeper than the rest.

Due to her diminutive height, light, malnourished build, lack of bust, voice, facial expressions, and attitude, she is often mistaken for a temperamental sixteen-year-old. Generally she does not mind this, however, if this assumption is made based simply on her height, she will react rather badly.

Personality

• Loyal & Trustworthy - Kane is a very loyal person, to the few that she has ever been able to trust with her allegiance. She will stick to someone like a dog to its master, provided they prove to be a deserving, uncorrupted "master". Once a friendship is established, she will stick to it, and help her friends in any way she possibly can, even at high risk. She also seems to have a knack for gaining 'friends' of any animal that she meets. She also can control her thoughts that are "private" to herself, someone else, or both, and keep them locked away from society, as though she disposed of the key. If someone tells her a "secret", her natural response would be 'Well if you told me in the first place, then it wasnt actually a secret', but she will never disclose what was told her, if the gravity of the 'secret' was heavy enough. Also, in general, she dislikes to disclose too much about what she knows and about herself, but if needed, she will give minimums...at least until she trusts someone
  
  
• Sharp-tongued & Independent - Though Kane doesn’t talk too often, when she does, her voice is strong, but is often quiet. However, she has a mind and verbal reflexes that can sting like some sort of acid if need be. Luckily though, she does not often find the need to make sharp retorts. She fares just fine speaking nicely enough. However, due to the turn of events of the past few years, Kane has grown to be strongly independent, relying on herself for anything and not looking to other people for help her...even when she's in a tight situation.
  
  
• Relaxed & Humerous - If she knows that theres no danger at all, she can be quite relaxed and...much like an average teenager, quite lazy. She prefers to stay still and think while she watches life bustle by her, as she is quite content to do nothing when time permits. Also, her relaxed mental state "loosens" her up somewhat, and she can actually crack a few jokes here and there, or make some stating-the-obvious-comment that is just right for the situation, be it a long silence or a heavy atmosphere.
  
  
• Quiet but Outspoken - Most of the time, Kane is a quiet, observant listener. She prefers to let others do the talking, but she has no problem in talking when she has to, to defend herself, goad someone into something, or make a bluff. However, if you get her raging, she has a tendency to become a bit of a loose cannon, firing her every thought of the situation at will, and not wanting to back down from any kind of challenge that is presented. Because of this, she often weasels herself into situations that are rather unpleasant and that gets her into trouble. She has no problem getting into these situations, but can hardly ever get herself out.
  
  
• Shy - Kane is a rather shy person. Unless she is in a situation that requires bluffs, gloats, goading, etc., you will not find her talking all too much. If she is around a few people, and not many else, she will often not say much, and stick to herself. She has never had a real “friend”, per se, and she has been on her own for a good while, and the only people she can remember staying with were the cult that she was a part of, and soon defected from. Kane is a strong silent type most of the time, but can be a fair bit of a chatterbox once she warms up to people. Because of the seclusion she had from most “normal” society, she tends to stick to herself until drawn out of her ‘shell’, so to speak. Though she may not act it, Kane is willing to meet new people, and hopes to have a real friend sometime in the near future, and that person will be her first friend...ever.

History

Please note for all those reading, this was taken from a site of mine. And Kane was speaking, thats why its all in first person. I do not normally write like this, and thats why she knows Ed and Al. She wont here until she meets them. Also...this gets kind of bloody <<_>> so if youre queasy, skip over the middle section of it

Well...I guess this is the first time that I can recall talking to you two...my parents. Mom. Dad. Its...me...Sayomi...your youngest daughter. I guess I go more by Kane now, but I will always remember the name you two gave me when I was born. I'm....not sure where to begin, though. I cant remember much...I guess thats somewhere. I lost my memory about five years ago...so I cant remember you...or what it was like after you died. Its like Im meeting you for the first time. I guess...I guess that gives me reason to tell you all about myself....since you didnt have a chance to watch me grow up like parents generally do. I cant tell you about my early childhood...just that I was raised in Central by an organization of people...the same people that killed you two and burned our house down. The last four, five years, though, I think were the worst that I've lived. And I lived them...mostly alone. Because of events that have happened, I find myself...familiar with more pain than I would wish upon anyone...but I know there are others that have experienced worse. Far worse. So I couldnt hold any self-pity even if I wanted to. We cant undo the past, so we must make do with what the past left us with...our actions, our words, our mistakes...they'll always follow us.

I guess that brings me to my next point to tell you. Telling you about...whats happened to me...what makes me who I am. I, er, guess you could say I use automail somewhat. Oh, who am I kidding. I...need prosthetic limbs...for both of my arms...and both of my legs. Pretty stupid, huh? Yeah...I've screwed up big time in the past...I cant really even move without automail now. I've made some mistakes, I've acted without thinking, and...for lack of a better way to put it, I've been...horribly maimed. I know that was alot at once....but....I guess I'll start from the top, with the stupid mistake.

Dad...I know you were a State Alchemist. You would know the severity of certain crimes, which are considered heinous, and which are not. But among the heinous crimes, there are taboos of society, and taboos of Alchemy. As an Alchemist, you...knew the greatest one among them. Well...I b-broke that taboo...when I was twelve and a half. I didnt intend to personally gain anything from breaking it. I was ordered to, along with ten others to perform H..human Transmutation. When I say ordered, I mean by the leaders of that organization I told you about. It was more like a cult, actually. A cult obsessed with anarchist goals and alchemic taboo. It broke down who we were, the person that existed before we wandered into their midst, they wiped our slates clean of who we were, and re-wrote them according to their own desires. I didnt have the sense of mind to stop myself...to stop and say "this is wrong". I had been erased, and thought we'd actually get something out of it. But....nothing can equal the value of human life....especially six. The people who werent lost in the Transmuation had various things taken from them. I..lost my entire right arm and my memory of just about everything except for Alchemy up to that point when I woke up. It took me a while to realize the memory loss, though.

But...when I was recovering, I guess the memory loss saved me in a sense. In the time it took for me to recover from the therapy with my automail, I re-gained control of my life. I found who I was again, and it all hit me then that what that...cult...was doing was completely and morally wrong. It took my arm and memories to realize that. Thats the extent to which those people went to erase who someone was. Best thing is, the people who ordered us to perform that transmutation didnt even participate in it....as if they knew it would happen. I guess they did, because some time later, I finalized my decision to leave....because I overheard two of the leaders.

They wanted us to attempt Human Transmutation..../again/.

I...wasnt about to possibly die a second time for these people. I collected some...affixes and got the hell out of there. I...guess that brings me to the next part of my life story. It was at thirteen years and nine months old that I was maimed. I ran, but...I didnt get very far. I was being chased by them. I had had a horrible feeling that I'd have a fight at my hands for trying to get away, so naturally I tried to run. I...stupidly turned into an old alleyway with a dead end. I thought they had passed, and I stood up into a trash can, making a racket. Before I knew it, I was cornered in the alleyway. I tried to draw myself a transmutation circle to escape, but they were faster with their alchemy. I closed my eyes to think for a mere second or so, but before I made the decision to move I felt something around my left foot and then I was on the ground, my left arm mostly beneath me so I couldnt move it, and the same person that had me pinned was stepping on my right arm. He was stronger than me, I couldnt move. The...leaders that were commanding the assault came over, and one began to speak. I tried to ignore him, but he broke the fingers in my left hand by stepping on them to get my attention. Then....he told me something I'll never forget. He...he said...

"Kane. You realize we will kill you right? You cannot be allowed to go out with what you know and all the resources that you’ve had at your fingertips. We wont make it a simple kill. We are alchemists, we like breaking things apart, but in this case not reconstructing them. We will remove you of two things that are important to you….that you need…and we will leave you to bleed out. And seeing as you have no money, and you will be unable to move well, you will be unable to find yourself help. You will die here, Kane. You should not have tried to leave, you could have lived. Goodbye."

When...he told me that, I mentally panicked, but I couldnt even move. But...then he said one thing. "Do it". I didnt know what he meant, but I soon felt it. They...had transmuted the ground around my left leg into what must have been small spikes or something. They gouged through my leg numerous times from the knee down, and then I was forced to roll further onto my side, pulling the spikes through my skin and muscle. ...I guess bone, too, because I heard and felt snapping. I...forced myself to look. I couldnt see much through my pants, but on the spikes that ripped through my leg, I saw blood...lots of it. I saw what had to be muscle strands left over on certain parts of it, and even a few chips of bone. It...didnt even seem like there were separate injuries. From my knee down, it seemed like my leg was one, big laceration.

I tried to sit up, but I was kicked back down, and before I knew it, they'd used Alchemy to pull my left arm down into the ground. Before I could register that, they transmuted the ground to crush my left arm. It was slow at first, as though something was simply squeezing my arm, but then it felt as though my arm was pinned beneath a weight. The pressure was unbearable, and...whatever they crushed it in, I could feel my blood and bones being forced through my skin because of how they were crushing it. I felt my arm die. I felt pain until suddenly I felt nothing, proving that they even crushed the nerves. My arm would have been useless. I...I didnt want to die, but hoped I was. I couldnt stand the pain anymore. It hurt....so much. But...I was pulled out of whatever sort of blackness I was beginning to sink into by pain re-concentrating in my leg.

I felt as though somebody had dropped a blade through half my left thigh...really close to my hip. Somewhere that hadnt been marred because of their Alchemic attacks yet. Then I experienced worse than feeling my arm get crushed till it died. They used the cut they had just made as a base... They used it as a base to tear my leg off. I felt my skin and muscle tear, I heard my femur snap when they broke it, and I felt it as the last bits of my skin and muscle were torn apart. I couldnt stand the pain, so I did the only thing I could do at the time. I...screamed. Trying to free myself from the agony I was in. It was overwhelming, and I could hardly focus. I opened my eyes to see them transmute the ground to hide my leg beneath it, and then they walked off. I watched them until I was sure they were gone. I felt myself fading, but I knew I had to do something. I used my right hand to quickly draw a transmutation circle in the dirt, and I...I knew I had to move, so I transmuted the undisturbed ground and...I cut my left arm off at the shoulder after transmuting the dirt into a shearing face. I couldnt have used my mangled arm if I had recovered it, and if I had left it, the necrotic tissue would have spread and made things worse. I screamed after I did that, too. The rest of my arm was already beneath the ground, and I was left without my arm, and without my leg to high thigh. I curled up in pain and was clutching what remained of my leg...a bloody stump. I was keeping my arm pressed against the ground to prevent as much bleeding as possible. I could...scoop a bit of snow up and pressed it against my leg to help slow the bleeding. This all took just a few seconds. The last thing I saw was the snow...turning red with my blood before I passed out.

A man by the name of Dan saved me. I would have bled out if he didnt. My femoral artery had been cut, and I probably would have died if he didnt get to me when he did. He was...older. He'd retired from the military after the warin the East. He was a bio-mechanical engineer and doctor for veterans that came home missing their limbs, and he could build automail, but not very well. However, he ran a local practice in Central out of his house. I rarely saw him, and he almost never spoke. It was like I was living alone. He kept me anesthetized for most of the building of the ports for new automail, so I'd be asleep through most of the pain and he could attend to his patients. However, I was awake for the initial attatchement of my arm and leg, and of course through the therapy. Once I had recovered....by the time I was fifteen, faster than he expected, I told him I was leaving again. He made it clear though that if I was going to do anything stupid, he didnt want to know. At the time I didnt know what he meant, but then after two months on my own, living in the alleys of Central, I knew what he meant.

This...finally brings me to the last thing I said, I guess. A miscalculation that stemmed from a rash action. In the two months I was on my own, I sort of took on a stray cat. It followed me around wherever I went. I guess it was sort of funny and I saw it as a bit of a pet. I even named it. Jinx. I like cats...I didnt like the idea of the cat fending for itself. But...it got mauled by a dog one day. My brain sort of set in a mode that was like...if you dont want to see something happen, you rush in to try to stop it from happening at the time. The cat was bleeding out and dying, I guess I didnt want to witness its death since I'd been observing it for two months. I took it to Dan to see if he could do anything, but he shook his head, so I decided to act on my own behind his house. I set up a transmutation circle suited for bio-alchemy.

Yeah, I got into that somewhat. Its a bit of a cursed science, really. Bio-alchemists that extend their research really...screw with human life. I'd already screwed with it a few years earlier. I guess I kind of screwed with my own this time to try to help that cat. I designed the transmutation circle to repair all damage that the cat had sustained thanks to the dog. However, there was more damage than I could see. I originally was willing to compromise my remaining leg somewhat to patch its skin and muscle up, but the cat had lost more than that....so I did, too, in order for Equivalent Exchange to exist. I lost muscle, skin, bone, tendons, ligaments....basically peices of my right leg. Dan had been watching, so he helped me...again. It was then, at fifteen years and two months, that I knew what he had meant. It honestly looked like something had bit into my calf, my knee, and then just took a knife and cut off the front part of my shin. I couldnt have used my leg if I wanted to. Dan put me out and amputated my leg to the mid-thigh. However....he simply told me that until it had healed enough for the building of the port, he was going to have me take care of it. I had no complaints...I knew it was fair. But every day, when I looked at it to take care of it, I knew I was getting what he had intended. Looking at what remained of my leg was a constant reminder that burned a message into my brain of what can happen when you screw with life.

By the time it was ready to have the port built, I asked not to be put out for any of it...and to stay awake, so I could recover as soon as possible. Despite spitting up so much blood forcing myself to finish the therapy and recooperation as I did...much less than the three years that it normally takes...it was worth it. I was finished by the time I was sixteen and six months. However, one day, Dan left and didnt come back, so I saw it appropriate to leave as well and make do on my own again. Though he housed me during both of my recooperations, I saw fit to leave when he wasnt around. I guess...everything went pretty smoothly until...a bit more than a month ago I ran into a man named Matthew Leofrick.

He wasnt a member of that organization that I told you about, but he worked with them, organizing Anarchist riots in the various cities, particularly Central. He knew what was going on with the organization, and he didnt take kindly to turncoats like myself. He was in Central, and I just happened to walk into him. Putting together what I know of him and what happened, he used his Alchemy to exert his influence over me. He transmutes and changes the chemical balance in the brain to set the victim of it into an unconcious state of hypnosis. I was under his influence so....he had me....er...break into Central headquarters and try to assassinate the Fuhrer or his Secretary. I..hit my head in an air duct and woke up not having a clue what was going on. I heard the announcements, and decided to go with it to see if I could get out, but uh...things never go according to plan, do they?

I fell out of the air duct and met Akira...your older daughter. My sister. She didnt recognize me, and I didnt have a clue who she was. I panicked and tried to get out of there, but she transmuted the air around us to slice my left arm and leg off. I was rendered rather useless and even had to be carried to the interrogation room. I could tell they didnt believe my story, but...I didnt have a clue what else to say. I guess she plucked some of my hair or something, because they ran a test to find out who I was, and that kind of spilled the beans on stuff that I was her sister, and that you two were my parents. Needless to say Akira and I dont necessarily get along. Then alot of things seemed to happen at once, next thing I knew I was in a cab with Ed and Al...Ed's here with me now...to go to Risembool where their friend, Winry, an automail mechanic lives. I got fixed up, and have really just been with Ed and Al this whole time. They're...really indescribable. They're the reason im here right now.They're the first friends I can remember having, and aside from that, I couldnt pick from any of the adjectives in my vocabulary to try to describe what the two of them mean to me. I guess thats what happens when you cant remember having someone close to you.

Today though, I'm alot of things. I've learned lessons the hard way. I've gained only because of sacrifice, but what I've gained is irriplaceable. I'm...smart. I can do a good number of things that people wouldnt expect me to do. I'm independent, a quick-thinker, and an observer. But I have almost no sense of humor and I take things in the most literal sense imaginable. I'm also self-concious, I have a lower-than-average..almost non-existant self-esteem, im stubborn, clumsy, I hate running from any sort of fight, I crack my neck and back alot, I cant lie to save my life, I can be rather rude to people I dont like and I get a bit of a kick out of pissing them off. I have a bit of a temper and rough tongue for people who get on my bad side and piss me off...and I get annoyed /really/ easily of someone keeps zeroing in on a certain aspect of mine, be it my hair, name, voice, height, limbs, or lack of, or whatever. Anyway, I have alot of other things that I could go on forever about that are negative qualities I have.

Uh...I guess I should tell you what I look like now. A rough description would be...im pretty much the same as when you last saw me but my limbs are automail, and I have some...nasty scarring around my ports. And im taller...sort of. I'm still pretty small....and short. For a better idea, im about one hundred fifty-five centimeters and weigh around seventy-two kilograms. Yeah im...really heavy for my size. Steel isnt very light. Its a safe guess that due to the weight of my automail my back and neck cant extend fully and my height is so stunted because of it. Without..automail to stand on I'm only one hundred seven centimeters tall, from the port on my right leg to the top of my head, and I weigh about thirty-two kilograms. Nobody is perfect, right? I just...hope that if either of you were alive, none of that would matter. And...Im...sorry if I dont meet any expectation you had of me...or if I'm different from what you expected...or any less. I...tried my best...

Pictures

By me: Bwahahaa you must be joking XD

By Others: Evening Light
Rain and Lightning

Roleplay Example

Kane put her hands in her pockets and stared at the ground. The bench she was sitting on was uncomfortable as ever, and it was still damp from the light rain that had come through hours before. She hadnt moved in that time. She didnt want to be seen going back to her...well, she wouldnt call it a home, but, shelter. The rain had chilled her to the bone, and she damned her stubbornness and suspicions of everybody for making her remain glued to the bench rather than seeking shelter out of the rain.

She hurt, now. Her ports ached from the cold and wet, and a residual, light throb from the changes in pressure. She sighed and tilted her head up as she leaned back against the stiff wood. Dusk was just beginning to fog up the daylight that was fading quickly. Sighing, she turned to look at the setting sun. It was like a fire that had the ability to devour all of Central, along with everybody in it. However, she couldnt help but think of the ancient warning when she looked at it. "Get too close to the sun, and you burn..."

The nearly enigmatic yet maddeningly obvious statement was well-known. Putting her hands on her knees, she pushed herself up, turning her back on the light. "You burn, huh?" she asked herself, vanishing into the shadows of a surprisingly well-lit alley. "I wouldnt call an experience like that burning." She moved her right arm slightly, rattling the rusty bolts and screws in it. "I'd rather call that and the after pure terror..."

She turned corners without thinking. She knew the path by heart and could walk it blindfolded. She'd seen to the route for years, and so far had lived in peace, away from society, as the surrounding buildings were vacant, with intent to be rennovated. As she turned a final corner, she stopped. An odd feeling prickled her spine. She sensed there was somebody else in the alley. Raising her eyes cautiously, she looked up. So far, there was nobody in sight...but...she had the most curious feeling. As though she was in fact, being watched.

If that were the case it would be easy enough for her to slip into the sides of the old, abandoned remains of Laboratory Five.

About Yourself

Name: Abyss / Alyssa / wtfever you know me by :b
Gender: Female
RP Experience: 5-6 Years
Activity: Uhh...XD Depending on the muse, incredibly :b