Post by Ed Elric on Feb 20, 2010 6:34:03 GMT -6
-Edward Elric-
My name is: Ginny^^.
I am Intermediate.
[/left]I am Intermediate.
-The Basics-
Name:Edward Elric
-Nickname/Alias:Ed, the Fullmetal Alchemist
-Age:15
-Gender:Male
-Occupation:Military
-Human/Non :Human
-Appearance-
-Hair Color:Blond/Yellow
-Eye Color:Gold
-Height:5'0
-Weight:130
-Distinctions(i.e. scars, moles, missing limbs…):Automail left leg and right arm.
- Character Appearance:
Edward stands at about 5’5 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. He also sports two heavy automail limbs, kept up by Winry, and usually covered with long sleeves/legs and gloves. Edward’s hair is long and golden, kept in high ponytail out of the way. 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 his familiar leather pants, black tank-top and jacket, covered with the coat with the antichrist symbol, along with a pair of white gloves and heavy combat boots.
-Personality-
-Likes:Reading
Knowledge
His little brother
Alchemy
The company of like-mided people
-Dislikes:The gate
His own mistakes
The greed inherent in human nature
Homunculi
Anyone who attempts to harm his brother
The military command
BEING CALLED SHORT
-Weaknesses:Killing – Though he has managed, now on multiple occasions, if it’s at all avoidable Edward does not like to kill.
Anger – Sometimes, though he knows its wrong, Edward allows his anger to get in the way of doing what’s right.
Compassion – Edward feels a great sense of duty to other humans and it often gets in the way of his better judgment.
Alphonse – Ed has always put his little brother first and occasionally puts himself and others in harm’s way unnecessarily because of it.
-Strengths:Strength – Edward, though small, is a very strong man and he uses it when necessary.
Intelligence – Not always the most practical, but Edward definitely has the brains to back himself up.
Compassion – While it can be a terrible weakness, it also makes him a much better person and sometimes helps him make proper decisions.
-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.
-Roleplay Sample:Edward splashed his face with warm water, the heat reminding him of turning to a blanket of flames engulfing the town of Central -screaming, the metallic smell of blood, ash drifting through the air like gray snow, his gloves blackened from sifting through the rubble for a trace of what he’d-. Snap out of it, he chided himself mentally, looking up at his ragged reflection in the mirror above the sink. Lord he looked terrible, his eyes were ringed with empurpled bags that made him look twice his age and he actually had a few lines around them that certainly weren’t there a few months before. Sighing he reached for a hand towel to scrub his face dry. He felt no more refreshed than if he’d been hit by a freight train but the day had to start sometime, and he couldn’t have convinced himself to go back to sleep if he even thought it possible.
A slender reed of light slipped into the hallway he trudged down from the living room entrance. Al must have been awake; he didn’t think either of them would have forgotten to turn the light off before bedtime. Truthfully, Ed wasn’t exactly sure how to go about talking to Alphonse, not so soon after one of those dreams. Although he hadn’t been talking to Al much at all the few weeks before. His vocabulary around anyone was limited to little more than grunts or occasionally a shouting match if someone decided to get too pushy. Unfortunately Al had been on the receiving end of that, and while he felt guilty about it he couldn’t seem to control it.
Edward stepped into the living room where Al was seated in a large, rather tattered armchair. A heavy, leather bound book lay open across his lap that Ed recognized as a physics book he’d picked up a few weeks before. Al looked almost as worn as the chair he perched upon and, knowing he was part of the cause, Edward couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not even hi. Instead he worked his shoulders in a way that might have been recognition or simply readjusting his automail and breezed through the room to reach the kitchen. It bothered him deeply to see Alphonse quite the way he was but it was better than having him bear the burden of Ed’s own haggard subconscious mind, too.
Enough light streamed through the kitchen windows that Ed didn’t deem it necessary to turn a light on, and in his mood he was perfectly happy to live with dimness. Their kitchen wasn’t large, a room of bare necessities with a slightly unstable wooden table and a faucet that leaked in maddening intervals. It was plenty, though, to sustain two adolescent boys, surprisingly immaculate, well stocked, and Edward never had trouble finding what he needed.
The tile was cold beneath his flesh foot, sending an unbound shiver up his spine. Silence hung heavy in the air around him, now that Alphonse knew he was awake yet neither of them had spoken a word just yet. It felt the gathered weight of days of this uncomfortable calm was resting upon his shoulders, the quiet like a grave blanket of mail* he wore to shelter himself from prying words and the desire to tell someone about what was going on in his restless nights.
Edward went about fixing a pot of coffee solemnly; as he worked he watched his own mismatched hands still unable to see anything but the soot covered gloves.
-Anything Else you think we should know?: He's Ed, you should know him pretty well!^-^[/font]
