Say that again and I'll decapitate you lol. Anyways, i'm knackered so proll wont post til tomorrow
Full Metal Alchemist - The Role Play
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haha, okay, catch yu later
Bai bai
thort yu was leaving ????
why complain, people will post when they have the time to
I've never said I have no time, I just wait for people to post before posting.
Thats because people have things like jobs and the such and dont forget about timezones. Always ask me before forwarding the time
Even with a job and such, trust me i have to work myself as well... Still have time to make at least ONE post a day... and if you don't have time for that well then you shouldn't sign up for the rpg in the first place. The only reason i forwarded time was because nobody had posted for like two days and i thought the rp was dying... So i gave time for everyones character to rest, then i purposely went after the one character i knew would be active... His character is based of killing, combat, and conflict aspects so thats why i made it a battle post... Sorry for trying to bring the post back to life... nobody besides m and kira have actually posted in the rpg for like four days now...
thats probably because we are fighting and people don't like getting involved when there is a fight going on
*points something obvious out* And you're also continuously having battles...
Kira your so contridicting yourself... Your character is obviously conflict based otherwise youw ouldn't be blowing shit up and killing people XD Lol and Rene i only started a fight with a conflict based character because he was the only other person posting! Listen how bout we stop whining about it and actually post and have some fun for god's sake 
where did rene go? anyways i'm going on school camp today, so i'm not going to be able to post untile wednesday.
This is my first time was wandering if i can still gen in
Name: Connor D. Trimber
Age: 16
DoB: 21th April
Class: Alchemist
Title: AshSpreader
Side: Resistance
Height: 6"10
Weight: 134 Lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Very light red
Skin Color: Brown
Build: Scrawny looking no muscles
Auto-Mail: Bought his legs from the knees down
Attire: Always wears a baseball cap to cover his eyes. He wears a red shirt with long sleeves. Long silk pants to long for his height, a belt made from a rope, every step he takes he steps on them, as for the feet old pair of sneakers full of holes. Carries around seven poked watches from the state alchemist he killed and a symbol of Isball god in the other pocket.
Personality: Religious fanatic believes that god has giving him the mission to kill all non believers. Prefers to avoid direct fights, strategizing every way to attack and get out. Trickery and using his opponent’s weaknesses is his greatest assets. Acts friendly towards anyone he meets to acquire any information he can. Has no sense of humor tries to blend in groups by copping the behavior of others.
In-depth bio: Born in a small Ishbal camp he was infused all his childhood with the Ishbal God beliefs by his father an Ishbal priest, his father blamed all that was wrong in the world on alchemy including his wife’s death at the hands of the military alchemists. At the age of six his father came down with a common sickness, every city had the cure but the military would not allow any of the ishbalans to leave the reservation. In the end the medicine did not come and his father died next to him. His hatred for the military and all that they stood for grew more then ever that day feeling rage like he never felt before. On that day he run it felt like he was ruining for miles until he reached a decrepit old hut, location was unfamiliar to him it was the northern part of the reservation were he was forsaken to ever go the home of the Outcasts. Entering the hut he saw the weapons of the enemy the transmutation circles and at that moment he know that the Ishabalan God had sent him there to learn and destroy the military dogs.
At the age of 12 the military war preparing to move the camp to another location he was one of few who resisted despite the order they all received from the elders. On that day he killed several soldiers by luring them into the building and snuffing there lives one by one. After the incident he was banished form the camp with a fate worst then any of the outcast never to return to his people.
Only took several mouths for the military dogs to catch up with him, ending the lives of several alchemist officers and getting the nickname AshSpreader. The fights with the alchemists took there toll when ruing away from them he stepped into a land mine and everything from the knee down was shattered. Getting away by escaping into the sewers eventually escaping. He kidnapped the boy of an auto mail engineer and forced him to cut what was left of the shattered leg and replace them with auto-mail.
His alchemy comes with the circles the old outcast caved with a knife on his forearms giving him the ability to transmuted just by clapping his hands.
Was never able to complete a transmutation stopping at step two identifying and then shattering the molecules.
sry about the english did not spell check it
Name: Connor D. Trimber
Age: 16
DoB: 21th April
Class: Alchemist
Title: AshSpreader
Side: Resistance
Height: 6"10
Weight: 134 Lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Very light red
Skin Color: Brown
Build: Scrawny looking no muscles
Auto-Mail: Bought his legs from the knees down
Attire: Always wears a baseball cap to cover his eyes. He wears a red shirt with long sleeves. Long silk pants to long for his height, a belt made from a rope, every step he takes he steps on them, as for the feet old pair of sneakers full of holes. Carries around seven poked watches from the state alchemist he killed and a symbol of Isball god in the other pocket.
Personality: Religious fanatic believes that god has giving him the mission to kill all non believers. Prefers to avoid direct fights, strategizing every way to attack and get out. Trickery and using his opponent’s weaknesses is his greatest assets. Acts friendly towards anyone he meets to acquire any information he can. Has no sense of humor tries to blend in groups by copping the behavior of others.
In-depth bio: Born in a small Ishbal camp he was infused all his childhood with the Ishbal God beliefs by his father an Ishbal priest, his father blamed all that was wrong in the world on alchemy including his wife’s death at the hands of the military alchemists. At the age of six his father came down with a common sickness, every city had the cure but the military would not allow any of the ishbalans to leave the reservation. In the end the medicine did not come and his father died next to him. His hatred for the military and all that they stood for grew more then ever that day feeling rage like he never felt before. On that day he run it felt like he was ruining for miles until he reached a decrepit old hut, location was unfamiliar to him it was the northern part of the reservation were he was forsaken to ever go the home of the Outcasts. Entering the hut he saw the weapons of the enemy the transmutation circles and at that moment he know that the Ishabalan God had sent him there to learn and destroy the military dogs.
At the age of 12 the military war preparing to move the camp to another location he was one of few who resisted despite the order they all received from the elders. On that day he killed several soldiers by luring them into the building and snuffing there lives one by one. After the incident he was banished form the camp with a fate worst then any of the outcast never to return to his people.
Only took several mouths for the military dogs to catch up with him, ending the lives of several alchemist officers and getting the nickname AshSpreader. The fights with the alchemists took there toll when ruing away from them he stepped into a land mine and everything from the knee down was shattered. Getting away by escaping into the sewers eventually escaping. He kidnapped the boy of an auto mail engineer and forced him to cut what was left of the shattered leg and replace them with auto-mail.
His alchemy comes with the circles the old outcast caved with a knife on his forearms giving him the ability to transmuted just by clapping his hands.
Was never able to complete a transmutation stopping at step two identifying and then shattering the molecules.
sry about the english did not spell check it
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Name: Yuzukii Cruz
Age: 20
DoB: 10/3
Class: State Alchemist
Title : Unknown Alchemist
Side: Army
Appearance:
Height: 5’8
Weight: 110 lbs
Eye colour: Dark brown
Skin colour: Caucasian
Build: Quick and agile
Auto-Mail: On His right arm going all the way up to the right side of his face making his right eye yellow.
Personality: Yuzukii is a claim and intelligent young man who is always on his guard with his wits and intellect. He is very shy but once you get to know him he is pretty out spoken and quiet but has the occasional smart ass comment. When Yuzukii is around girls(any) he is very timed and causes to make him self a fool when he trys to act cool.
in-depth bio: Yuzukii’s whole family studied alchemy it was the family job to become a alchemist he read books and followed his family’s foot steps. When he was ten he went to find his father making a transmutation circle out of chalk and saw a dead dog. His father was working on bringing the dog back to life but as his father was beginning to do this complicated task Yuzukii ran in and stop it making a explosion take place as he was in this explosion Yuzukii’s father sacrificed him self to give him auto-mail on his right arm to his right side of his face which caused him to lost his arm and lots of skin on his face.
Age: 20
DoB: 10/3
Class: State Alchemist
Title : Unknown Alchemist
Side: Army
Appearance:
Height: 5’8
Weight: 110 lbs
Eye colour: Dark brown
Skin colour: Caucasian
Build: Quick and agile
Auto-Mail: On His right arm going all the way up to the right side of his face making his right eye yellow.
Personality: Yuzukii is a claim and intelligent young man who is always on his guard with his wits and intellect. He is very shy but once you get to know him he is pretty out spoken and quiet but has the occasional smart ass comment. When Yuzukii is around girls(any) he is very timed and causes to make him self a fool when he trys to act cool.
in-depth bio: Yuzukii’s whole family studied alchemy it was the family job to become a alchemist he read books and followed his family’s foot steps. When he was ten he went to find his father making a transmutation circle out of chalk and saw a dead dog. His father was working on bringing the dog back to life but as his father was beginning to do this complicated task Yuzukii ran in and stop it making a explosion take place as he was in this explosion Yuzukii’s father sacrificed him self to give him auto-mail on his right arm to his right side of his face which caused him to lost his arm and lots of skin on his face.
Alright this looks really cool and I'd love to be a part of it. I hope this works
Name: Warren Skye
Age: 28
DoB: 2nd July
Class Ex Sergeant/Chimera
Side: Mercenary, but he hates the army so he charges more for them
Appearance: Warren looks down on most people and not just because of his large stature. He has shaggy short jet-black hair on a hard face that has no kindness in it. His nose is flat from being broken several times. While not ugly he is ‘rough’ and full of hardedges. Warren often wears a 5 o clock shadow. Believing in practical clothing he wears A long brown leather coat open over a gray t-shirt. Warren is a lucky human looking Chimera
Height: 6"4
Weight: 258 Lbs
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: Black
Skin Colour: Pale Caucasian
Build: Warren is big man with thick arms and a well toned body.
Auto-Mail: After receiving a major skull fracture during his service a metal plate inserted during surgery left him combat able but unfortunately also gave him a numb sense of touch in the face.
Chimera Traits: The doctors made gave him the traits of a black bear leaving warren stronger larger then he was before hardier then almost everyone small caliber arms usually just slow him down. Thanks to think skin cold doesn’t bother him as much nor does he have a problem seeing in the dark.
Personality: Warren is a harsh and cold man. After his hard work and dedication for being wounded in battle they military promised him he would never suffer that type of injury again. He hates what was done to him can’t feel the warm breeze in his face or hold a child for fear of his own strength. He is harsh and prone to fits of anger when frustrated. It has been years since he’s felt passionate about anything other then fighting. A loner by nature Warren can’t stand isolation. He believes that everyone owes and is owed. Payment and Pain you either give or receive. Warren has a twisted code of honor in that fights should be fair and that a man has to see to his own responsibilities. He’ll do any dirty job but children no hurting rarely saving them he just doesn’t feel he should be around children.
Bio: Warren was a typical army brat he loved the service and he took orders obeyed did well. It wasn’t long before superiors noticed and offered him a position in a wet work unit. The work was tough and often dark but rewarding in its own way Warren made a point to only know what he was required to keeping him safe. It was during a hands free mission (a mission where the army has their hands off and will deny knowledge of individuals or mission) Warren was fighting too many rebels and got blindsided with a sledgehammer to the skull. The year of recovery was a little hazy, but he knew he was stronger too strong and everything felt wrong after a detailed ‘questioning’ of his on site doctor Warren Skye pushed the doctor off a tall building went AWOL and underground. When war broke out Warren saw the opportunity to make the military pay in money or lives he doesn’t care
Name: Warren Skye
Age: 28
DoB: 2nd July
Class Ex Sergeant/Chimera
Side: Mercenary, but he hates the army so he charges more for them
Appearance: Warren looks down on most people and not just because of his large stature. He has shaggy short jet-black hair on a hard face that has no kindness in it. His nose is flat from being broken several times. While not ugly he is ‘rough’ and full of hardedges. Warren often wears a 5 o clock shadow. Believing in practical clothing he wears A long brown leather coat open over a gray t-shirt. Warren is a lucky human looking Chimera
Height: 6"4
Weight: 258 Lbs
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: Black
Skin Colour: Pale Caucasian
Build: Warren is big man with thick arms and a well toned body.
Auto-Mail: After receiving a major skull fracture during his service a metal plate inserted during surgery left him combat able but unfortunately also gave him a numb sense of touch in the face.
Chimera Traits: The doctors made gave him the traits of a black bear leaving warren stronger larger then he was before hardier then almost everyone small caliber arms usually just slow him down. Thanks to think skin cold doesn’t bother him as much nor does he have a problem seeing in the dark.
Personality: Warren is a harsh and cold man. After his hard work and dedication for being wounded in battle they military promised him he would never suffer that type of injury again. He hates what was done to him can’t feel the warm breeze in his face or hold a child for fear of his own strength. He is harsh and prone to fits of anger when frustrated. It has been years since he’s felt passionate about anything other then fighting. A loner by nature Warren can’t stand isolation. He believes that everyone owes and is owed. Payment and Pain you either give or receive. Warren has a twisted code of honor in that fights should be fair and that a man has to see to his own responsibilities. He’ll do any dirty job but children no hurting rarely saving them he just doesn’t feel he should be around children.
Bio: Warren was a typical army brat he loved the service and he took orders obeyed did well. It wasn’t long before superiors noticed and offered him a position in a wet work unit. The work was tough and often dark but rewarding in its own way Warren made a point to only know what he was required to keeping him safe. It was during a hands free mission (a mission where the army has their hands off and will deny knowledge of individuals or mission) Warren was fighting too many rebels and got blindsided with a sledgehammer to the skull. The year of recovery was a little hazy, but he knew he was stronger too strong and everything felt wrong after a detailed ‘questioning’ of his on site doctor Warren Skye pushed the doctor off a tall building went AWOL and underground. When war broke out Warren saw the opportunity to make the military pay in money or lives he doesn’t care