The Truth Within the Truth: A Fullmetal Alchemist RP

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[HEADING=1]FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: THE TRUTH WITHIN THE TRUTH
CHAPTER ONE: THE WAR IN THE EAST[/HEADING]​

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Amestris. A militaristic unitary state born into conflict, and thriving in it. Over nearly 400 years they have fought, and expanded, taking full advantage of their key advantage over other peoples: Alchemy.

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Founded by the legendary Philosopher of the East, the practice of Alchemy is based upon the use and redirection of the energy created from the movements of the Earth's tectonic plates. This energy is then used by its wielders, Alchemists, to transmute various substances into new forms. This practice has become one of the defining aspects of Amestrian culture, but some see its practice as a step to close to playing God.

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Among these skeptics are the Ishvalans. Born and rasied in the southeastern region of Amestris, Ishval, they worship their god of the earth, Ishvala. Taught to live simple, peaceful lives, they worshiped their god fervently, and viewed Alchemy as perversion of his divine creation; for what man could dare say they could improve on the work of God? Though this was a point of tension, their people were somewhat isolated, and lived peacefully alongside their fellow citizens. However, this peace was never meant to last. In 1901, the unthinkable occurred, and an Amestrian soldier accidentally shot an Ishvalan child under mysterious circumstances. The Ishvalans were so outraged, so furious for this offense that their riots boiled into outright rebellion. The military was called in.

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For six long years, the war raged. The region was devastated, but its people were hardy, and they resisted all attempts at subjugation under the Amestrian military's heel. As casualties mounted, the President-Fuhrer of Amestris King Bradley issued Order 3066, determined to bring an end to conflict by calling in their great weapons.

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State Alchemists. The dogs of the military. Though the Alchemist's motto was to serve and protect the common folk, some perceived an advantage to making themselves formal members of the military. Unlimited funding, access to hidden knowledge, and the power to reach their goals was all within their reach, so long as they were prepared to become living weapons when their Fuhrer demanded it of them. In 1907, this demand was made, and the arrival of the State Alchemists marked a turning point in the war. As the war dragged on, it stopped being called a war. Those with sense called it a massacre.

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At this point in time, mid-1907, East City is only a few short dozens of miles from the front lines. In a spacious green office, eleven individuals are sitting in chairs at a round mahogany table. Back turned toward the windows, the obvious senior among them is sitting patiently. An eyepatch is slung over one eye, giving his stress-lined face a stern impression. He managed to maintain an almost serene disposition despite that, his good eye scanning the other ten members of the military as he began to speak.

"Gentlemen, I'm glad to see you all could make it." Fuhrer Bradley began. "Being so close to home compared to the others, I'm certain you've already heard the news going out. Yesterday, I issued Order 3066. What that means is, I have ordered all State Alchemists to the front lines. I believe I'm justified when I say this conflict has gone on long enough, and enough lives have been lost that it is time to put a stop to the fighting by any means necessary. You, my friends, are some of the best Alchemists that military has at its disposal. And, of course, I cannot neglect the other two among you, a pair of our finest heroes from the fighting on the front."

Bradley stood up, and took a few steps to look out of the window. Outside, the weather was a perfect summer day. The sun shined on East City as the townsfolk hurried on their ways, oblivious to the horrors going on so close to home.

"You've all been brought here because of your talent. Your potential. You're all men and women that I can trust. At the behest of my cabinet, I'm putting together a Special Forces initiative, a team of covert operatives that can go behind the front lines, and hit those Ishvalans in tender areas. Areas my more cumbersome units can't get to. I will not lie, there will be danger. Your very lives will be at even greater risk than your fellows behind your backs. But this is a duty that is vital to the stability of our nation, and one I wouldn't trust to anyone else."

He turned around from the window, a beaming smile on his face completely opposite of his quiet expression from a moment before.

"Are there any questions?"

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Corporal Victor Kendrall sank into his chair, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he realized the position he was in. He was sitting next to State Alchemists, some of the most dangerous men in all of Amestris. Even worse, the man talking to him was Fuhrer King Bradley himself! He couldn't believe it. One fluke, one lucky toss, and he was sitting next to giants! He would break down and cry if it wouldn't have given away his true nature. For the moment, if he was going to survive with his dignity he would have to keep up the image of a war hero.

But for the moment, all he could do was sit and wait. There was no way he would initiate conversation with the Fuhrer. He waited to see what his superiors had to say before speaking up.

 

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Spoiler: Characters PART 1

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Spoiler: Victor Kendrall

Name: Victor Kendrall
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: A youthful-looking man of average height, with a distinctively unscarred face and wide hazel eyes that, combined with his constantly-raised eyebrows, give him an almost whimsical expression. His face is very delicate looking His light brown hair is neatly trimmed and combed, with the exception of his right bangs sweeping off to the side. Try as he might, he absolutely cannot get it fixed.
Profession: Soldier
Rank: Corporal
Personality: Extremely nervous, Victor is a dedicated soldier who is nonetheless in over his head. Reaching the level of prestige he has through sheer coincidence, Victor drives himself mad day after day, trying to live up to the fearsome reputation of his teammates. Whenever he manages to calm down, Victor is actually rather sensitive, attempting to serve as a sort of counselor to his fellow soldiers, whom he assumes are taking a psychological toll from the war.
Fighting Style: Never leaves a trench without his bolt action rifle, using it to lay down fire from a distance. When he is drawn into melee combat, his skills with the bayonet he holds in his hand are actually fairly impressive. However, he tends to be so frightened that he is more focused on getting away than actually causing damage, so any hits he inflicts tend to be spur of the moment lashes than calculated strikes.
Bio: Born and raised in Central City, Victor's parents were intense patriots. Growing up, he knew he wanted to be a state alchemist and serve his nation. However, Victor soon realized that he was not nearly bright enough for such a profession. Instead, he joined the Amestris military. He had only been serving for a few months when his unit was dragged into the growing Ishvalan Civil War in the east.

He spent several months going from assignment to assignment, barely escaping with his life when pitted against the passionate and motivated Ishvalan soldiers. His "lucky break" came in 1907, when his unit raided an arms cache held by the rebels. The rest of his unit was killed by enemy fire, and in a last-ditch effort to give himself cover and escape, Victor threw a grenade at the Ishvalans. In a stroke of impossibly good luck, a bullet grazed the grenade and sent it careening into the ammo cache. The resulting explosion killed nearly thirty Ishvalans, and made Victor a war hero, personally appointed to serve in the special ops group with the likes of state alchemists.

*Fragrance of the Mtn Dew:

Spoiler: Marlin Frederic, the Deep Blue Alchemist

Name: Marlin Frederic

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Marlin is of fairly average height and weight, has dark brown hair that he keeps at medium length, and just a generally unremarkable appearance, save for his eyes. His eyes are very dark blue hue that look almost empty somehow. This often gives people the impression that he's always lost in thought and unaware of his surroundings. He usually wears the traditional military uniform and is always seen carrying a fairly large iron jug with many different and strange looking transmutations circles carved into it.

Profession: State Alchemist

Title: The Deep Blue Alchemist

Personality: When people first meet Marlin, they tend to think of him as a cold man who isn't particularly interested in them due to his quiet nature. He's actually a pretty thoughtful guy though, occasionally going out of his way to do nice little things for his comrades and subordinates. He doesn't multitask very well when he's thinking about something which makes him a little hard to talk to and leads to him focusing too much on little things and missing the big picture at times.

Alchemy: Marlin specializes in water based alchemy, which is why he carries around the iron jug. It's normally empty to prevent it from being too heavy, but the largest transmutation on it is one of his own design that can draw moisture out of the surrounding air and fill the jug with water. The rest of the circles on the jar are meant to lower or raise the temperature of the water within to turn into ice or mist accordingly, while others are meant to control and manipulate the contents.

He can only draw moisture out of non solids with the jar, however if the same transmutation circle were to be drawn directly onto a solid object, living or not, it could be use to drain the moisture out of it. This technique isn't particularly practical for use in combat, but perfecting it for combat use has been the focus of his research at the military's request despite his preference to use it for peaceful purposes. To satisfy the military's requirement for combat proficiency in the meantime, Marlin has learned to use his jar in combat by making blades of ice, mist to hide his presence and boiling water among other things.

Bio: Marlin was born in a small farming town out in peaceful West Amestris. The river running through the village made it an ideal place to raise animals and grow crops until the military had it dammed to create an artificial lake that would make water for drinking and irrigation more readily available to the growing population of Central. The village protested since the nearest body of water was much too far away for irrigation but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Marlin wanted to save his hometown but there was no way to get their crops the water they needed by normal means.

So he turned to Alchemy. Many of the people were simply farmers who would never think to use alchemy to solve their problems. Marlin went to the nearest city and used up his entire savings to buy all the books on alchemy he could find and bring them back to his village. His research progressed poorly at first since Amestris' alchemical studies were focused primarily on combat, but Marlin found he had a certain knack for Alchemy and was able to make do with the little information he had. It took him over a year to perfect his special transmutation circle, during which the population dwindled due to the scarcity of water, but when he was finally done his circle could draw all the water they needed out of the air itself.

Prosperity returned to Marlin's village and word of his discovery reached the military. An envoy was sent to invite him to take the State Alchemist exam but he refused. If he left, his village would lose the benefits of his research and fall into poverty once again. The military countered by offering to destroy the dam that was blocking their rivers flow if Marlin shared his research with them. They would no longer need the lake if they had his circle after all. Eventually, Marlin agreed and left for Central. Due to his gifts, he passed the exam without much difficulty and Fuhrer Bradley bestowed the title Deep Blue Alchemist upon due to his eyes, demeanor, and alchemical abilities.

Shortly after becoming a State Alchemist, Marlin was ordered to Ishbal for his first combat mission. As an alchemist his combat abilities would be useful there and though there is little moisture in the desert air for his circle to draw from, it is still invaluable for finding oasis' and underground wells beneath the sand.

* Jedoro:

Spoiler: Brandon Elias

Name: Brandon Elias

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance:
-6' 1" 330lbs
-Black hair, roughly three inches long, that just gets brushed back
-Yellow eyes
-Short goatee
-Both arms replaced with automail, staring at the shoulder, that contain retractable blades as long as his forearm
-Both legs replaced with automail just under the knee, no weapons
-Uniform has slightly longer sleeves, and he always wears gloves to conceal his automail

Profession: Soldier

Rank: Sergeant First Class

Personality: Blunt but doesn't mean disrespect, focused, very pragmatic, loyal mostly to his unit over the military as a whole

Fighting Style: Carries a belt-fed machine gun as his primary weapon, but keeps a sidearm in case one of his arms is rendered useless. Also perfectly happy with using his arms' blades in close-quarters combat

Bio: Brandon hails from Rush Valley, where his family has an automail shop. Growing up, he was never too interested in working the family business, but would always watch in awe whenever soldiers passed through. Once he was 18, he began his own career in the Amestris military, but made sure to visit home as much as possible. When on leave, he'd always muse about how automail would make him better at his job, and would always joke about how he'd cut his own arms off just to get them replaced with something better.

Over his career, most notably in the Ishval Civil War, Brandon found himself injured many times. Overall, his family has replaced both of his arms entirely, as well as both legs just under the knee. The automail was designed to appear under clothing as his old limbs had, and he always kept them covered, but members of his platoon had their suspicions. His commanding officers, of course, knew about the automail. Brandon's arms both had the forearm-length blades installed instead of any projectile weapons to make field maintenance simpler, while his legs have no weapons. Due to the strength and stability inherent with four automail limbs, Brandon decided to carry around a machine gun, reasoning that the portable automatic fire would allow him to suppress the enemy so that his men got shot at less.

* Crazy Blaze:

Spoiler: James Heldon

Name: James Heldon

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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His transmutations circles are on the inside of the gloves. The inside of his goggles are target circles to help aim.
Title: The Projecting Alchemist

Rank: Lieutenant colonel.

Personality: James is very friendly to everyone. He cares for those under him and often risks his life to ensure the safety of his squad. He even shows mercy to his enemies and if he can help them he will, however his squad and comrades will always come first.
Bio: James comes from West City, where he was born and raised. Both his parents served in the military so he was often left with relatives for his first ten years. He was raised a large sense of patriotism to his country. One day he discovered Alchemy and quickly realized his affinity for it. Because of this there was little question that he would join the military as a State Alchemist. At age twenty he received his State Alchemy license. He then proceeded to travel from base to base in Amestris, and was involved with different conflicts with the neighboring countries. Because of his acts of valor and his ability to lead his squads he was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Now he is serving at the front lines in Civil War.

Alchemy: James uses projectiles as weapons. Canons, chains, and scattershot made from the ground some of his best builds. The circles for those are on the inside of his gloves. He also carries a special pistol that allows him to fire multiple bullets or different sized bullets. He carries at least five different cartridges of bullets that when combined with a part of a circle inside the gun allows for different kind of bullets to fire. For example one kind of circle creates a bullet with water and phosphorus that creates an explosion when it impacts. Another splits into multiple smaller bullets when fired.

* sage42:

Spoiler: Tasha Kellum, AKA The Spark Alchemist.

Name: Tasha Kellum

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Spoiler: Tasha

Plus the coat and watch that most state Alchemist have. Her hands are Automail, and have the ruins for various electrical alchemy carved onto the back of the hands.

Profession: State Alchemist

Rank/Title: The Spark Alchemist.

Personality: Tasha is a friendly and has a humorous outlook on life, almost desperately searching for humor wherever she goes. When she sets her mind to a project she keeps going until it either fails miserably or succeeds to meet her expectations.

Alchemy/Fighting Style: Tasha works with electricity and has laced her cloths with a thin magnet wire to help in her alchemy. In combat, she either has to get close enough to touch her enemy or get her and her target touching metal or water. Once in contact she sends a pulse of electricity through the source, enough to kill a person if it's needed.

Bio: Tasha was born in North City to a small time Automail Mechanic. She was set to follow her father in the business, studying Automail construction and human anatomy when she was 10. However her hands were crushed after an accident. She was on a trip with her father to a smaller town when she fell off the carriage, she attempted to grab the side but ended up grabbed the wheel, her hands slipped and were crushed under the wheel, the combined weight f the carriage and the Automail parts in the back rendered her hands useless. Her father rushed to the the town to try and make it to the local doctor hoping to save Tasha's hands. He didn't make it in time.

A few days later, after her hands had been amputated, Tasha herself suggested the Automail. At first her father disagreed, claiming her couldn't put his own daughter through that. Tasha countered that without it she couldn't do anything anyway. The operation was excruciating but successful, after the three recovery period she was back with her father, but her mind was no longer on automail. During her recovery she had met a state alchemist on another trip. The Alchemist, whose name Tasha never heard, had spent the night with Tasha and her father on the road. That night thieves had attempted to steal the materials for automail. The Alchemist saw them and beat them easily, trapping them in stone.

This amazed Tasha, and as soon as she was able to work her hands she began studying. She studied how electricity had helped the world and worked on finding ways to make it even more helpful. When she hit 20 she hit the end of what her expenses could cover, she needed access to better resources. So she went for the position of State Alchemist. She saw the three rules as acceptable, especially if it helped in her research in getting more electrical devices made to help the populace. So she signed on for the exam. She passed and earned the title of The Spark Alchemist from Fuhrer Bradley, for her habit of having her interest sparked at random times by various topics.

Spoiler: Characters PART 2

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Spoiler: Kallu Ikasti, the Stone Alchemist

Name:Kallu Ikasti
Age:29
Gender:Male
Appearance: short,only 4'5", 220 lbs.,dark, brown, sandy hair, blue eyes so dark they're often mistaken for black, more or less muscle-bound, with his circles and rock/stone symbols carved and branded into every part of his body except for his face. He closely resembles a rock when he's still, on account of him wearing little besides a rock-camouflaged vest,pants, and boots(browns,blacks,tans,etc.) as well as his skin having become tanned and beginning to resemble leather after spending almost his entire life in the sun, which heightens the illusion that he is a stone. he keeps a net-bag full of stone on his back and two pieces of quartzite with his transmutation circles covering his hands at all times.

Profession: State Alchemist, specialty for stones,rocks,gravel and the like, he has to put a huge amount of effort to work dirt, though sand is easy enough for him on account of it being just tiny rocks.(the last part is up to the GM, whether or not he can manipulate sand)

Rank:The Stone Alchemist

Personality:
stoic and silent as a rock, he moves slowly unless he has to, talks only when he has something to contribute to the discussion, and when not in a combat situation is most at peace among stones,rocks, and the like. Prefers the silence to the quiet, stillness to slightly moving, you get the idea.

Fighting Style:
prefers a battle of attrition where his skills truly shine,covering himself in stone and slowly advancing on the enemy.When the situation calls for it, he keeps a pistol hidden on his person, though he prefers to get close and personal with his enemies, crushing skulls,shattering walls, and generally giving everyone a bad day.

Bio:
Asuja doesn't know where he was born, his earliest memory being him waking up in a cave when he was 8 and marveling at the intricacies that brought it together. He learned early on that he had a connection to the stone that few could ever even hope to understand, fewer still he could share the connection with. He was raised by a man who found him in the wild, who Kallu took his surname from. He and the man, Tony, lived off the land, never really staying in one place for long and constantly moving. He continued to grow and his connection to the stone became even stronger, until he could no longer speculate and guess why he had such a kinship with the stone. He arrived at the Academy earlier than some, at the age of 19, a few years after he left to find answers when he was 17, as above ground, he has a horrible sense of direction.(similar to Ryoga but to less of an extent, cookie for the person that doesn't have to google it) He excelled quickly, graduating at 22, and is still looking for exactly why he feels such a kinship to the stone, as the few he could ask about it knew little enough about it themselves. He has tried, with failure, to create what he has decided to call "golems" using stone for structure and plant mass to give it life for the past two years. The few Alchemists he has collaborated with on the project both met with disillusion and they went their separate ways. He still holds out hope that he can either find answers to his situation or create a true "golem" before his life ends, one that is every bit a living person, only structured differently

* JokerboyJordan:

Spoiler: Roland Striker

Name: Roland Striker

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall, with spiky blonde hair standing on ends and grey-blue eyes with dark rings from sleepless nights. The smell of ozone hangs around him. Those who get close to him feel their hairs stand on end.

His transmutation circles are tattoed on the back of his hands.

Profession: State Alchemist

Title: The Lightning Alchemist

Personality: Witty and Sarcastic. Possesses a strong demeanour. Values whatever gets the job done; not one for ethics or mercy, though is known to help those who help themselves. His egocentric views and comments make him the bane of many a commanding officer's lives, however his skill in alchemy and battle tactics makes him nigh-untouchable.

Alchemy: Electricity-based alchemy. Mainly based on the concept of collecting static electricity from the surrounding air/environment. Especially effective during a storm or places with low humidity.
His signature ability is the direction of lightning during a storm.
He modified his pocket watch to become a Kinetic Watch, it produces electricity with movement is applied, he is known to swing this round to create a quick charge in a pinch. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_quartz)
He can also use his own bio-chemical electricity/synapse for attacks, though this is a last resort as it could kill him.
He has a home-made device that shoots basically taser wire, useful for less-lethal/surprise attacks.
Carries a revolver for distant confrontations or where there is no immediate electrical supply.

Bio: Roland hails from West City, he was brought up by his father as his mother had died during childbirth. His father was an alchemist and famous physicist, who lectured at the local university; he taught Roland the basics of alchemy.

One night, Roland witnessed lightning for the first time. It scared him and he was afraid of it, but then his father told him that although lightning was extremely powerful, that as long as you respect that power then there's nothing to be afraid of. He then explained to Roland the science of how a lightning storm comes to be, along with all the potential applications for electricity.

Later in life, his father's health deteriorated and Roland's meagre job could not pay the medical bills.
He joined the State Army to procure funds for the medicine needed. He then was sent to West HQ, and was trained in becoming adept in guerilla warfare before being deployed for battle.
He fought in many border conflicts between Amestris and Creta, showing exceptional resilience and dedication.

Despite the medicine and treatments, his father died in his sleep and Roland wasn't informed for 3 days, due to the military's need for soldiers like him. His own father's funeral was organized by his Aunts and Uncles, and he was not able to attend as he was still in active duty.

It was then that Roland fixated himself to alchemy, and after studying some of his father's notes, he then perfected a form of alchemy dedicated to the use of electricity as a weapon, through the manipulation of static electricity, potential difference and plasma.

He passed the State Alchemist Examination with flying colours, and was given the title Lightning Alchemist due to his alchemical abilities and his speed of attack.

* nuba km:

Spoiler: Ken Capins

Name: Ken Capins
Age: 34
Gender: male
Appearance: 6ft 4inches tall, he has ginger hair, a very thick beard and very short and curly hair, he almost always wears his uniform and is very muscular. His nose is also thick and square like, his eyebrows are also large and thick like his beard. His fingers all have a different alchemy circle at the tip as well as a larger circle on the palm of his hand.
Profession: alchemist
Title: The landscaping alchemist
Personality: Ken is a professional spending almost all of his time researching alchemy and perfecting his skills. Though he is very devoted to his job he knows that people are more important then getting the job done, he will take no 'lone wolf' crap from any one he works with. though keeping a though facade in front of people, anyone who knows him knows that ha his a warm person when the time calls for it.
Alchemy: Ken has learned from his father the skill of telling what the structure of the ground or rock are simply by licking it, form this combined with a set of alchemic circles specifically designed to move certain materials better then others he has learned to move large areas of land at a time, this made him a prime choice for the military as it allows them to move land to provide surprise landscape advantages, though for actual fighting Ken uses his own fists or a gun, normally carrying a hunting rifle with him.
Bio: Ken's father was a farmer and gardener, ken learned from his father how different types of soil and minerals tasted while in the ground. learning about elements ken wanted to learn more about this stuff and started learning about alchemy, he used his skills to help speed up the processes of farming. Ken used his abilities to help other people as well, such as leveling ground to make it easier to build houses on. Knowing the only way to master his skills ken joined the army in order to start researching ways to do larger and more sever changes of the landscape, through research he created a set of 12 alchemy circles that would make it more efficient to move the earth, he also trained his body daily to be powerful enough to carry out the alchemy, this is what made him an excellent choice to send into the war.

* TheIronRuler:

Spoiler: Leopold Mensti

Name: Leopold "leo" Mensti

Age: 23

Gender: male

Appearance: http://www.animewallpaperz.com/animewallpaper/hd/hires/blonde-man.jpg
Add the normal uniform but with no shoes.

Profession: State Alchemist

Rank/Title: The Barefoot Alchemist

Personality: Leo tries his best to never think of any philosophical questions. His motto is to enjoy the moment and he never dwells on any of his past mistakes of things that could have been. He's outgoing and friendly, and he tries to make friends with others around him because he feels uncomfortable around people he doesn't know and can't trust.

Alchemy/Fighting Style: With transmutation circles tattooed on his bare feet, Leo does what he does best ? dance. A fighting style he learned from his father, a Cretan tribesman, he moves his body in a style similar to Kapuas, His legs travelling on the soil and trans-mutating the earth to his liking. He trans-mutates the earth around him allowing him to fly through the battleground at an incredible speed and bring up spikes or rocks out of the ground to attack his enemies. Leo is mostly vulnerable when he's wearing shoes and is indoors, as his connection to the soil is lost.

Bio: Born in Creta, to a family which lived near the border with Amestris. After a border dispute between the two nations, Leo's family was absorbed into the Western District of Amestris. When he grew up he learned of the fabled fighting style of his tribe and to inherit his father's place as the household's care-taker. Not wanting that responsibility, Leo would frequently run away from home and enter the Western City. In there he would marvel at the technologies in the city and the alchemy there.

His thirst for knowledge was suppressed by his family as they demanded him to work with his father. Disinterested in his father's trade, Leo fled yet again to the Western city, this time he decided to stay there. He learned Alchemy through borrowing books and eavesdropping in Alchemy classes as he had little money to sustain himself.

When he was 16 he was taken by force by his family back to their home to work there. Leo learned his father's art ? drawing on the canvas of skin. He worked as his father's apprentice, a tattoo artist, for two years till he scrapped enough money to ask his father to draw on his body. His father, unaware of the ways of Alchemy gladly agreed to make his son's first tattoo.

After his third escape from his family, Leo travelled through the Western city to Central city and began to perform in the street, using his fighting style and newfound alchemy to make money as a street artist. He received a letter pleading him to return to his family as his father had died, but Leo refused to return.

Filled with guilt, Leo decided he had to make enough money so he could support his family by doing what he loves to. He signed up to be a State Alchemist and barely passed the test as he utterly failed one of the practical tests which was done indoors.
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Needless to say, his weakness is that he has trouble fighting indoors and without his connection to the soil.

* Viking Incognito:

Spoiler: Vlad the Vampire Alchemist

Name: Vlad Dracule (Dra-cool)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Vlad keeps his light blond hair cut short as well as his neat goatee. His defined facial features and toned body make him quite attractive by most standards and his piercing blue eyes don?t hurt either. Other than that he is 5?11 with relatively pale skin and a soft young complexion. HE also transmutes his canine teeth into fang shapes using the circle on his tongue when he goes into battle.
Profession: State Alchemist
Rank/Title: The Vampire Alchemist
Personality: In public Vlad is very charming and outgoing, quick with a smile and always a gentleman. He likes to talk about literature and the finer things in life, in short, a born socialite. When he is alone however, he constantly tortures himself, trying to find a cure for his condition, while at the same time trying to come to terms with his own morals.
Alchemy/Fighting Style: Vlad learned a very special type of alchemy from his long running family tree. Blood Alchemy, the varied use of blood in battle, be it his own, or his enemies, usually both to make a more potent mixture. Vlad can be quite deadly with vision obscuring fogs, drowning them in bubbles of his own spilt blood and so forth. Plus, he is always ready for battle because all he needs to do it bite his finger to draw a transmutation circle in his own blood. Some of his nastiest tricks come from using the enemy?s blood. If he can get a blood circle on their body, he can do all kinds of damage without even breaking the skin. He also has a circle carved into his tounge, allowing him to get directly into an enemy?s blood stream through the veins on their neck, after puncturing their flesh with his fangs.
Bio: The Dracule bloodline was one of status and influence for years until about two decades ago. They had been well known aristocrats of the eastern countryside with a large amount of land and wealth to their name, not to mention the well-kept family secret of a special alchemy technique that they refused to tell anyone about. Of course there were rumors that they had no alchemy to their name, but then why did the government keep offering to buy the secret from them? The mystery around the family is what kept them relevant, until twenty years ago on the terrible night and subsequent morning when the secret came out. Yuri and Elvira Dracule were celebrating their son Vlad?s tenth birthday when their 16 year old daughter, Adrianna, went mad and began attacking and eating the guests. Their mansion was locked down and a battle of Blood Alchemy raged between the experienced parents and their youthful, energetic, insane daughter. The noise and the smell were apparent to all in the town surrounding the Dracule Manor. When the State Soldiers arrived two days later, the only person alive in the Manor was terrified little Vlad, among 43 corpses. The horrible cannibalistic past discovered in the family logs as well as their blood alchemy was made a state secret, and the boy was looked after by the state as well. Now, two decades later Vlad has become a state alchemist, but is he trying to give back to the state? Or is he exploiting their resources for his own goals?

Spoiler: Characters PART 3

*JdaS

Spoiler: Anton Wilson

Name: Anton Wilson (fake name)

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance: Clean cut, medium height and build, brown skin, no distinguishing features aside from his narrow, green eyes and Automail arms.

Replace the hair with a clean, brown hair cut, add a healthy tan and the ol' uniform and you have Anton Wilson.

Profession: An assassin working directly under Fuhrer King Bradley

Rank: Liutenant (fake rank)

Personality: Disgusted with the world around him. His less than glamorous past has shaped him into a cold, heartless killer. He always wears a smile that, paired with his narrow eyes, does little to hide his true nature.

Fighting Style: Has a wide range of mastery with firearms and short blades. His usual arsenal consists of two handguns and a butterfly knife. Last but not least his M1905 "Wolverine" combat automail arms coupled with 17 years of martial arts training make him a formidable foe that few should take lightly.

Bio: Born in southern Amestris near the Aerugo border, "Anton's" parents died in one of the many border skirmishes when he was 6 years old. As an adopted child, he had no other relatives and turned to a life of crime on the streets.
After 17 years of robbing, murdering, forgetting his given name, using only a long list of aliases and replacing his arms with Automail to further his craft, "Anton" had become a well-known gun-for-hire in the Amestris underworld. The Fuhrer, always in need of people up for some "unofficial" wetwork scouted the man and has been using him for his own agenda for the past 3 years.

*Averant

Spoiler: Amon Foern, The Spice Alchemist

Name: Amon Foern (Pronounced "Fayrn")
Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'7", short silver hair, blue eyes which never stop moving, and a sharp, tight face which never stops smiling. He wears a grey one-piece jumpsuit which covered in oil and soot, and boots designed for easy movement and protection. Amon is thin, but quite agile.

Profession: State Alchemist

Rank/Title: Spice Alchemist, formerly Private First Class

Personality: Very energetic, which gives way to restlessness, very... happy, for lack of a better term, but can be very caustic, and is quite happy to trade insults. Takes nothing personally, aside from any dig at automail or the military he worked for, and can be quite agreeable when it comes to conversation.

Alchemy/Fighting Style: Alchemy specializes in metal, specifically iron, but Amon is quite comfortable with other metals such as steel, copper, or nickel. Most comfortable with spears/halberds, which simulate a rifle and bayonet from his time in the army. He can also use knives with great proficiency, being taught at home. Due to his familiarity with metal, Amon can also tell where weapons were forged, due to differences in techniques among nations.

Bio: Amon Foern was an army brat, born and bred. From the moment he learned to speak, he was taught praises to the Amestrian military, and from the moment he could hold a rifle he was taught how to shoot it. His father was a frontline veteran, as was his father before him. His mother worked on artillery, while his brother was a tactician on the frontlines, albiet a few hundred yards away. Due to his maturity, Amon looked older than he was, so he applied for the army when he was still 16 (an action much approved of by his parents). Despite aiming straight for officer class, the Brass decided they had enough officers and sent Amon to the front lines, as a mere private. Not very happy with this, Amon forged ahead, in the hopes that he would gain a promotion. Years later, after several very severe accidents, ones which made an incredibly large mess of things and set back operations repeatedly, a depressed Amon was transfered behind lines, to the forges, where they made tanks and automail. With nothing else to hold his waning interest, Amon turned to Automail, and desperately dove into the subject. The result was that Amon discovered he was a much better engineer than he was a soldier, and he grew to love the smell of heated metal and smoke.

Unfortunately, he loved it a bit too much. The forge that Amon worked in was not up to regulation standards, and was extremely poorly ventilated. After three years of working in the sweltering heat and gasses of the army forge, Amon Foern... snapped. He suddenly found that he couldn't get enough of that metallic smell, and he ceaslessly searched for ways to get closer to a purer source. Finally, he found alchemy. Nowhere else could he find the ability to create such a pure concentration of metal of all kinds. However, since alchemy is not approved of in the main army, Amon did the only thing he could. He learned what he could from the books, tattooed his hands with alchemic circles, and applied for the position of state alchemist. He passed the test when he nearly brought the entire building down. He earned the name "Spice" because of the metallic tang that follows him wherever he goes. This smell is often mistaken for blood, to Amon's displeasure.

*Pappytech

Spoiler: Isaac Beleren, The Steel-Web Alchemist

Name: Isaac Beleren

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Spoiler: This will give you a good idea of what I'm going for. Pictures are worth a thousand words, you know?

Isaac stands at just over 6', sporting a pair of half-rimmed glasses and well-kept brown hair. His face is fairly non-descript, clean-shaven and almost always bearing a half-hearted smile, though a few light scars can be spotted by the careful observer. Rarely seen without his military uniform, even when off-duty, and always carries his pocket watch somewhere on his person. When on-duty, always carries his ragged leather backpack. Due to his military career, Isaac is covered by the expected patchwork of scars, ranging from slight scrapes to a couple jagged wounds; luckily most of these remain covered by his clothes.

Occupation: State Alchemist

Title: The Steel-Web Alchemist

Rank: Major

Personality: When off-duty, Isaac behavior is largely dependent on those around him; if he enjoys his present company, he is often jovial and quite friendly, more than willing to swap jokes and war stories over a cold beer. If he find himself among enemies, however, then expect to see a much colder side of him.

Regardless of his companions, whenever Isaac is on-duty, he attempts, and normally succeeds, to maintain a strict layer of professionalism, treating his fellow soldiers with respect, and expecting them to do the same.

Despite being fairly talented, Isaac has little to no ambition, always deferring to those with a higher rank. With a strong dislike of leadership positions, he has long refused any promotion, fearing being placed in a role where he must give orders.

Years on the frontline has taught him that living in the past will dull your reactions, living in the present will lead you into a trap, and living in the future will get you shot in the back; as such, Isaac has learned to keep a cool head and an improvisational mindset when on the battlefield. He rarely panics or gives into frustration, and is constantly scanning his surroundings for advantages.

Alchemy Style: Over the years, Isaac has mastered his particular brand of alchemy, which he affectionately refers to as "sewing". Storing a large chunk of steel in his backpack (Approximately thirty pounds), he is able to manipulate the metal, causing wire-like tendrils to branch off. Using the transmutation circles sewn onto the backs, palms, and fingertips of his gloves, Isaac can control these wires as he wills, whether causing them to snake through the air, tangle around the barrel of a gun or blade of a sword, or slice through an enemy's flesh. In addition to controlling their movement, Isaac can also alter the wires' thickness, ranging anywhere from a few micrometers to a finger-like spike. So long as he has the metal to manipulate, Isaac's abilities are only limited by his imagination.

(In case I'm doing a bad job explaining this, it's basically what Al does with his sword in this clip, except on a much smaller scale)

Spoiler: Clip

Depending on the thickness and number of wires he's controlling, Isaac's range can cover anywhere from his immediate surroundings to 100 yards away (Although his accuracy and damage decrease drastically at long-range).

His title is in reference to one of his favorite tactics: When facing a few opponents in close to mid-range combat, Isaac will surround them with dozens of tiny wires, ensuring that every angle of escape is covered. Then, he will increase the width of the wires immensely, effectively turning them into a web of blades around their target. Said blades can still be manipulated, of course.

Bio: Born and raised in West City, Isaac was born into an extraordinarily middleclass family: His father, a tailor with a small talent for alchemy, was able to support the family without too much duress, and his mother was always at home to raise Isaac and his younger brother and sister.

Like his father before him, Isaac was able to learn alchemy after years of study, mastering the basic arts of comprehension, deconstruction, and reconstruction the same year he graduated high school. However, it was soon after this that Isaac's existence was almost torn apart by one simple, unalterable fact: He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. Should he become an apprentice, study for a career, work on alchemy fulltime? So many choices, so many variables, so many things that could go wrong; Isaac found himself wracked by uncertainty and doubt.

In a pit of utter despondence, Isaac joined the military, hoping to put off his decision by a few more years. He expected to get some boring guard post, hopefully being stationed in West City for a decent pay. What he did not expect was to be shipped off to Pendleton, and being placed on the frontlines of the war with Cetra.
It was there, surrounded by bloodshed and death, that Isaac found his purpose: To serve his commanding officer.
On the frontlines of an unending conflict, Isaac found his life in danger time and time again. However, his commander always got him through; Isaac needed only to listen to and obey his orders, and he would walk away alive.

When his tour of service ended, Isaac found that he didn't want to leave. He had felt as though he was accomplishing something during his tour, all while listening to the men who ranked above him. It had been glorious. So, Isaac joined the military for life, happily obeying orders and serving his country.

Fifteen years after first joining, and Isaac is still a member of Amestris' military. Although he has since adapted his alchemic abilities to be more combat-suited, precious little else has changed about him. After recovering from a recent injury, he has been summoned to East City?

The OOC/Signup Thread. [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.351542-The-Truth-Within-the-Truth-A-Fullmetal-Alchemist-RP-Interest-Signup-Thread]

 

[TheIronRuler]

Leo wiggled his toes inside his large and heavy army issued boots. The feeling was so alien that he had trouble walking upright. But to be sent to meet the Fuhrer, the greatest man in all of Amestris, one had to wear shoes, no matter his disposition towards the pesky little things. His left leg kept on shaking in its place, but Leo couldn't calm himself down. The Fuhrer had called him in to work directly under him. A mission risking his life in killing even more Ishavalians.

Even though the grant money was still piling up, Leo didn't know what to do with it. His simple way of life stuck to him and he hardly spent any of it, thanks to the grand library in central. Simply studying more ways he could shift the earth wasn't going to allow him to keep his title, Other techniques had to be learned. Making solid rock out of sand and vice-verse and propelling round rocks out of a straight terrain were things one could only do in a clean field, or in a battlefield, supplementing the lack of trees with ripe, squishy human bodies.

It was time for questions. But Leo didn't dare speak. The Fuhrer's tone of voice would make any sound following him puny and insignificant. Better to nod in agreement and memorize names. Better to know the people you will be working with, instead of knowing the people you are about to kill. Much, much better.

 

[Viking Incognito]

Vlad leaned lazily in his chair, but still somehow managed to look handsome and dignified while doing it. At least his posture was. As the Fuhrer spoke, Vlad looked as though he had a head ache and was taking deep breaths through his nose.

We are so close I can smell the blood of the most recent battles on the wind. This may be slightly harder than I thought.

"Are there any questions?"

Vlad blinked a few times and his expression returned to it's usual image of a suave half-smile. He leaned forward and spoke up.

"Well the obvious question would be our first target." he said. His voice was bold yet smooth, the kind of voice one suspects a panther would have.

Vlad was familiar with King Bradley, and Bradley with Vlad. The Fuhrer was the man who had put Vlad under the care of the state after the disaster that was his 10th birthday, never letting talent go to waste. He was also one of the few people who knew the secret of Vlad's condition and family history.

The handsome man eyed the other occupants of the room, taking special notice of the large man with features like a boulder, and the attractive young woman with fiery red hair. She looked like the O-positive type.

 

[Redryhno]

Kallu shifted uncomfortably in his chair, unused to such lavish surroundings. He was a simple man, used to the surroundings of caves and stones. Fuhrer Bradley he considered a great man, of course, any man able to climb to the position of Fuhrer of all Amestris was certainly an unusual man.

Peering out through slitted eyes around the table, he noticed other State Alchemists he had met before, the Landscaper, Ken, and the Projectilist, James, he thought his name was. He was surprised that he had been chosen with all these other Alchemists and Soldiers, it was rare that he had been trusted since he had carved and tattooed his entire body in his 20th year. They were wrong, he was more than just the Stone Alchemist, he was the Stone.

Hearing that he could now ask questions, he felt that he should ask, "So, Fuhrer Bradley, what is our first mission?" After asking his question, he turned to face the man they all called King, sure of his devotion to the man and the country he had come to call home, A stone needs a place to gather moss

 

[CrazyBlaze]

James leaned back in his chair and observed the other alchemists and the two war heroes sitting around the table. He closely looked at the young, brain haired man Victor. They had all heard the story of how Victor rose through the ranks as a sole survivor of an attack on a weapons cache of the Rebels. How he had supposedly taken out the entire thing by himself. James had trouble believing it based on Victor's looks, but appearances aren't everything he thought.

James turned his attention to Marlin Frederic. He had meet Marlin a few times at the yearly elements. He had rarely said anything to Marlin other than a friendly hello and a salute. He had heard tales of Marlin's alchemey and he could regonize why he would be selected for this team. James turned to face King Bradly.

"I have the same question as they did," James pointed at the blond goatee alchemist, and the large short man. "What is the first objective and where do we go from there?"

 

[sage42]

Tasha leaned for ward on the table, her mind racing. She had her hands folded in front of her and her eyes traced the transmutation circle engraved on her hands. How often since her acceptance had she thought of questions to ask Fuhrer-King Bradley? Too many. And now, not one strayed across her mind.

Her eyes flickered across her new comrades on this 'Specials Forces' team. She would need to further study her team mates. She recognized a few of the Alchemists, but she only knew of them, but didn't know anything past that. Her eyes lingered on one, a man with a goatee leaning back in his chair. He had been watching her too. Very interesting. She thought as her eyes narrowed. I'll need to keep an eye on him.

She turned back to the Fuhrer Bradley. "No other questions from me sir. I just need to know when we're leaving and what we're after."

 

[JokerboyJordan]

Roland's eyes flickered open, he had phased out during the speech. He gave himself a quick shock so he looked more alert.
He thought to himself that all this time spent talking could've been put to better use. Why bother to listen or ask questions? There was a war on, and everyone here was obligated to go.

They were all dogs of the military now, questions were ultimately pointless.

Roland lazily surveyed his new 'comrades', he knew of Marlin and his Alchemy and wondered why he was chosen, there would be little moisture for him in Ishval. He glanced around and saw a blonde haired man with a goatee, who was so obviously uncomfortable, he kept fidgeting in his seat.

"I do have a question actually", he said begrudgingly.

Might as well seem part of the team

"Should we introduce ourselves now?..., or should we go kill some Ishvalans?"

 

[nuba km]

Ken looked around the room with his eyes only, sitting almost perfectly still, he recognized one of them, though he thought that some of them matched the description of alchemists he had read about. He was surprised that 3 of his comrade asked the same question surely they after hearing the first one ask that question the others could have saved their breath and just waited for the answer suddenly he heard one ask 'should we introduce ourselves now?..., or should we go kill some Ishvalans?', ken barked out 'what kind of question is that, we are here to finish this war as quickly as possibly and hopefully with as few deaths as possible'

 

[JokerboyJordan]

"Well I doubt that the Fuhrer has gathered together the army's most powerful State Alchemists, and you, for a peace-keeping operation" Roland said with a hint of malice in his voice.

"I apologise for the outburst King Bradley, don't let it interrupt the procedures", he gave a fleeting glare at the ginger-bearded alchemist.

 

[CJ1145]

Fuhrer Bradley stood still, shoulders broad as he listened to his subordinates. Victor took notice of this. Most of his superiors in Ishval had treated their troops' input as an inconvenience at best. But the Fuhrer seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say. Nearly simultaneously, three of the Alchemists in the room requested to know their first objective. The Fuhrer stood in utter silence for a moment. His presence commanded such attention that his silence was almost terrifying.

Then, he broke out into a laugh that was so jovial and at odds with the gravity of the situation that Victor almost wished for the silence again.

"Yes, yes, I suppose there isn't much point to a Special Forces team if they don't know their own targets." he said with a chuckle. As he spoke, his good eye scanned across all of the team, but halted for a moment on Vlad. Though it was too subtle for the others to pick up on, the warning in his gaze was perfectly visible to the Vampire Alchemist. "We'll get to the briefing as soon as we run out of questions. I want to make sure there's no concerns before we put you out into the field."

"I do have a question actually," said Roland rather listlessly. "Should we introduce ourselves now?..., or should we go kill some Ishvalans?"

Within a second, Ken responded with a rather violent outburst, Roland responding in kind. Victor felt a bead of sweat on his forehead. He was not a fan of in-party conflict. After both of them calmed down a bit, Roland personally apologized to Bradley.

"There's no need to apologize," the Fuhrer told him. "just don't let these pesky squabbles get in the way of you mission. And if you ask me, I'd say it's about time someone told you what that was."

He threw a yellow folder onto the table and flipped it open, passing around a few copies of the same image: the picture was of a man, Ishvalan by his dark skin and white hair. He was old, mid-60s at the youngest, and seemed to have a slight bend in his spine that made him hunch forward. He was draped in white robes and flanked by two younger Ishvalans, extremely muscular and with faces as stern as Bradley's.

"This is Torul. He's the head of a sect of Ishvalan monks, and one of our most dangerous foes. At the start of the war, he led his men from the frontlines."

"E-excuse me, sir!" Victor said nervously. He had no idea what possessed him to speak up. "How could a monk lead a war effort, especially at that age?"

"He's no ordinary monk." Fuhrer Bradley warned his subordinates. "Ishvalan monks are trained from the moment they take up their profession to become masters of hand-to-hand combat. As one of their masters, in his prime he was one of the most agile and strong fighters in all of Amestris. However, as his age is catching up with him he's retreated to a more tactical position in the Ishvalans' chain of command. He's currently holed up in a derelict bunker about two miles behind the battle lines directly east of here."

One arm folded behind his back, he pointed the gloved finger of the other towards his soldiers.

"Your job is to break through the Ishvalan lines and get to that bunker before Torul can evacuate. Then..." Bradley's face suddenly twisted in a fierce gaze. "You shall eliminate him."

The atmosphere now dampened as the men and women present recognized their roles as assassins, no one spoke as the information seeped in. Fuhrer Bradley took a quick breath and reconstituted his serene demeanor. "Unless there are any more questions, there are three cars capable of seating four men apiece just outside that will take you to the staging area. Just follow the signs to the exit. And may I personally wish all of you the best of luck."

 

[nuba km]

Ken listen to the breathing, the assasination of the important military leader will result in a great blow to the enemies moral and would be a valuable loss. Once the fuhrer was finished ken stood up straight and saluted saying firmly 'Yes Sir!'. Ken then proceeded out of the building and when he reached the cars he went into the back of first of the three cars

 

[TheIronRuler]

Leo heard his instructions, and without questioning them he awkwardly straightened up and announced, "Yes, Sir". He left the briefing room and quickly leaned against the wall, pulling off his boots as fast as he could and returning to walking bare foot. He made his way to the cars and let himself in the passenger's seat in the first car, hoping that the driver would be a nice fellow to talk with.

 

[Redryhno]

Kallu knew what his role was, so kept his mouth shut, opened the door to the hallway outside the briefing room, saluted Bradley on his way out and left. Seeing the three cars outside, he chose the one in the back, hoping that he would have the least people sitting with him, so that he could contemplate the silence and work as a rearguard should the Ishvalans have any hidden ambush awaiting their departure.

He was unused to the working of people, having spent most of his life outside the scope of civilization, the few conversations he'd had being with the man he had called father and companion, and his few instructors at the Academy. He was a dog of the military, a State Alchemist, and the stone was his one constant ally. He took off his bag of stones he carried with him always and began his ritual of the stones, contemplating the properties mixed into them, feeling the different grains pressed against his fingers, before beginning to squeeze the both of them. It wasn't long before he began to feel the minute cracks he caused in the stones. Without much more urging, the stone in his left hand cracking under the pressure and eventually crushed in his hand.Shale...a disappointment to be sure, though it has it's uses.The blinded gunman cannot shoot. He deposited what was left of the shale into a pouch on his belt, letting the crushed stone slip between his fingers. He never even noticed the first person that sat in the car with him.

 

[Viking Incognito]

Vlad Stood up smoothly and gave a smile to the Fuhrer along with an almost imperceptible nod.

It won't be a problem. the gesture said.

He proceeded outside and sat in the passenger seat of the second car. He rolled the window down and simply watched the clouds move. It was a nice day.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

James stood up and saluted the Fuhrer. He made his way to the cars with the rest of the group. James sat in the back of the third car, checked his gun to make sure it was in working condition. He leaned back and waited for the others to fill the cars.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Marlin Frederic sat silently throughout the meeting, his jar sitting on the floor next to his chair. Being called to go to war like this was distasteful to him, but in order to continue his research it was necessary. His fellow alchemists seemed to have no such reservations though, as they were eager to get into the battle. He wasn't surprised by this of course. He was familiar with the majority of these people, whether they knew it or not, and more or less understood the basics of their personalities. The two soldiers were the only ones he'd never seen before. The older one looked experienced, but the other.... Well, Marlin felt like he would need to look out for him.

Beyond that though, the briefing failed to hold Marlin's interest and he soon found himself lost in thought and staring off into space. He was only brought back into reality when a photo was passed to him and he snapped back to attention just in time to catch the end of the Fuhrer's speech. We're to venture deep into the desert and assassinate this man are we....? I'm not cut out for this sort of thing. There's little moisture in a desert and water will be scarce. Or perhaps that's why I'm coming? To gather what little moisture I can and keep us all alive... I'll have to adjust the circle appropriately. I wonder how I can....

Marlin almost drifted off into his thoughts again, but shook himself out of it as the others began leaving. Marlin slowly stood up, grabbing his jar and slinging it over his shoulder, before saluting the Fuhrer and quietly exiting the building.

Once outside, he headed for the third car for no reason in particular. He saluted the Projecting Alchemist and the Stone Alchemist before taking his jar off his shoulder and quietly sitting down in the front passenger seat, holding the jar in his lap.

 

[sage42]

Tasha sighed. She had hoped it wouldn't come to killing anyone, but that was the price of both a war and being a state alchemist. They had to do what they were ordered to do, and there was little they could do about it if they disagreed. Tasha stood from her seat. "Yes Sir." She said with a salute to the Fuhrer. She made her way to the cars and choose the back seat of the second one.

"With any luck, the old man will be the only one we have to kill. Sad it won't work like that." She said aloud, her eyes flicking towards the man in the passenger seat.

 

[Redryhno]

"Projecting, nice to meet you again," Kallu nodded to him, "Or is it Lt. Col.? It has been a while either way. And you Deep Blue, it is a pleasure to meet you, your Alchemy,is... some would say...infamous in certain circles."

 

[Viking Incognito]

Vlad turned to look at the person who had entered the car and was pleased to see it was the fiery haired young woman.

"Hello, I don't believe we've met. I'm Vlad Dracule, the Vampire Alchemist. What is your name miss?" Vlad introduced himself.

Vlad spoke amicably, but he didn't pour on the charm like he would with some random admirer in a bar. This young lady was a state alchemist and that demanded respect.