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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLeader of the H O M U N C U L I
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSomeday, I will show you
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA sky shining with light with my perfect world
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWhy do you question? Am I a broken Messiah?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's a "paradise" everyone's dreamed of
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Years earlier, Denny Washbrad was born to a small family in Xenotime. His father, Adele, was a miner and his mother, Susan, stayed at home. Growing up, he was lonely and often played for hours by himself, which was how the boy discovered his love for painting. Seeing his son's talent, Adele would often surprise his son with painting supplies and an infinite number of canvases. Yet to Susan, the family was too small. After her son's birth, she had been told by the doctor that she could not longer have children. A miracle happened though. When Denny was twelve years old, his mother gave birth to a baby girl.
At first sight, Denny was in awe at his little sister. He was happy to see that she had blonde hair and blue eyes like him, instead of his parents' brown hair and hazel eyes. "She is mine?" he asked as his parents chuckled, telling him that she was his baby sister, Elizabeth. "I will take care of you." he said with a wide smile. Unlike most older brothers, Denny loved his sister more than anything and would never get mad at her, even when she would spill paint all over his new work or art or even when she knocked down at least a months supply of paint. He loved her and became protective of her.
Years went on and Denny grew up to be a talented young man, trying to pursue a career as an artist, never wanting to be just another mine worker. Tragedy struck though when he was sixteen and Elizabeth was only four. While he was at a local market, trying to sell some of his paintings to local tourists, his parents and sister were on a train to Central, a small treat that the family would once a month go to a small restaurant for dinner. The train crashed though, dozens of lives lost.
Denny was called to Central hospital, only to have two military officers tell him that his parents were dead and his sister's back had been broken, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down. Seeing her in the hospital bed nearly caused him to fall to his knees, but he promised himself that he would stay strong for Elizabeth. "Big brother?" The small child whispered as she tried to sit up, still crying. "Mama and Daddy, they aren't coming back. The officers say that I will have to live with grandpa." Their grandfather was a known alcoholic who had a bad habit of taking his frustrations on those around him.
"That will never happen!" Denny declared as he wrapped his sister in a hug, never wanting to let her go. "I will take care of you. I promise that I will never eave you!" And that is what he did. He took Elizabeth home a few months later and vowed that he would fight to keep her. For seven long, but happy years the two lived together. Denny worked in the mines the way that his father did to support his sister, becoming the only parent that she remembered. At eleven, she became an exceptionally bright girl, paralyzed or not, that would spend hours reading, her biggest interest being alchemy.
"Big brother!" she would call, following him to the stone porch before sunrise, when he was on his way to work. "I have to tell you something." her sentence was always cut short thought when she saw how she could not roll her wheelchair down the stairs. Seeing this gave Denny an idea. Before leaving for work, he would write Elizabeth letters and as she followed him to the back yard, he would throw her these letters via paper airplane. His messages were often little things like; "have a good day!" or "I'll be home late so just make yourself dinner." These paper planes became a habit for the two of them. Every morning she looked forward to getting these letters.
The sadness of the Washbrad family came back though, this time with Denny. While he was in the mines, the twenty three year old man made one small mistake and caused a tunnel to collapse, smothering him. After his death, Eleven year old Elizabeth was sent to live with her grandfather and deal with his abuse for two years before she got the idea to bring her brother back. "He broke his promise." She told herself and the young woman spent all of her time doing the research until that fateful day.
During the transmutation, Elizabeth knew she had nothing left to lose and could only picture her brother's smiling face as she held the last paper plane that he gave her. Then the gate opened and she saw the truth. Equivalent exchange was cruel and took away her eyes, leaving her blind. "Brother!" She screamed, her body riddled with pain and on the ground. Feeling around, she felt a hand where her creation was. "Please help me, it hurts so bad. Don't leave me alone again!"
This was not Denny though, the boy remained dead while Vengeance just stood and stared. He was aware of what he was and just looked at the poor girl with a disgusted look as he pulled a blanket over his naked body. "Fine, I was going to kill you but I will take your words into consideration too." he said, in Denny's voice with Denny's smile. For the poor girl, this was too much and she would rather be dead. Yet acting as a family member, Vengeance had her sent to a mental hospital in Xenotime, saying how she was delusional and had blinded herself during one of her fits.
Since than, Vengeance has searched for other creatures like himself and vows to get ride of the humans and create a pure world without alchemy, without pain. |
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:41 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 10:23 am
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xxx►xxVENGEANCE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxLet's make the rain pour down on e v e r y t h i n g
► Age: he was created three years ago but appearsto be in his early twenties. he will claim to be much older though.
► Gender: male
► I was once:Denny Washbrad
► My ability:he has the ability to let his body phase through solid objects. Because of this, it leads to his method of killing, mostly by running his hand through the heads of his victims and turning their brains to mush by solidifying once more.
► My song: What's up People? // Maximum the Hormone
► My Voice: Sōichirō Hoshi
► Love them: his control over the others, the possible fall of Amestris, anything sweet
► Burn them all: humans, those who even attempt to challenge him, alchemy
xxx►xxDear Diary...
Years earlier, Denny Washbrad was born to a small family in Xenotime. His father, Adele, was a miner and his mother, Susan, stayed at home. Growing up, he was lonely and often played for hours by himself, which was how the boy discovered his love for painting. Seeing his son's talent, Adele would often surprise his son with painting supplies and an infinite number of canvases. Yet to Susan, the family was too small. After her son's birth, she had been told by the doctor that she could not longer have children. A miracle happened though. When Denny was twelve years old, his mother gave birth to a baby girl.
At first sight, Denny was in awe at his little sister. He was happy to see that she had blonde hair and blue eyes like him, instead of his parents' brown hair and hazel eyes. "She is mine?" he asked as his parents chuckled, telling him that she was his baby sister, Elizabeth. "I will take care of you." he said with a wide smile. Unlike most older brothers, Denny loved his sister more than anything and would never get mad at her, even when she would spill paint all over his new work or art or even when she knocked down at least a months supply of paint. He loved her and became protective of her.
Years went on and Denny grew up to be a talented young man, trying to pursue a career as an artist, never wanting to be just another mine worker. Tragedy struck though when he was sixteen and Elizabeth was only four. While he was at a local market, trying to sell some of his paintings to local tourists, his parents and sister were on a train to Central, a small treat that the family would once a month go to a small restaurant for dinner. The train crashed though, dozens of lives lost.
Denny was called to Central hospital, only to have two military officers tell him that his parents were dead and his sister's back had been broken, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down. Seeing her in the hospital bed nearly caused him to fall to his knees, but he promised himself that he would stay strong for Elizabeth. "Big brother?" The small child whispered as she tried to sit up, still crying. "Mama and Daddy, they aren't coming back. The officers say that I will have to live with grandpa." Their grandfather was a known alcoholic who had a bad habit of taking his frustrations on those around him.
"That will never happen!" Denny declared as he wrapped his sister in a hug, never wanting to let her go. "I will take care of you. I promise that I will never eave you!" And that is what he did. He took Elizabeth home a few months later and vowed that he would fight to keep her. For seven long, but happy years the two lived together. Denny worked in the mines the way that his father did to support his sister, becoming the only parent that she remembered. At eleven, she became an exceptionally bright girl, paralyzed or not, that would spend hours reading, her biggest interest being alchemy.
"Big brother!" she would call, following him to the stone porch before sunrise, when he was on his way to work. "I have to tell you something." her sentence was always cut short thought when she saw how she could not roll her wheelchair down the stairs. Seeing this gave Denny an idea. Before leaving for work, he would write Elizabeth letters and as she followed him to the back yard, he would throw her these letters via paper airplane. His messages were often little things like; "have a good day!" or "I'll be home late so just make yourself dinner." These paper planes became a habit for the two of them. Every morning she looked forward to getting these letters.
The sadness of the Washbrad family came back though, this time with Denny. While he was in the mines, the twenty three year old man made one small mistake and caused a tunnel to collapse, smothering him. After his death, Eleven year old Elizabeth was sent to live with her grandfather and deal with his abuse for two years before she got the idea to bring her brother back. "He broke his promise." She told herself and the young woman spent all of her time doing the research until that fateful day.
During the transmutation, Elizabeth knew she had nothing left to lose and could only picture her brother's smiling face as she held the last paper plane that he gave her. Then the gate opened and she saw the truth. Equivalent exchange was cruel and took away her eyes, leaving her blind. "Brother!" She screamed, her body riddled with pain and on the ground. Feeling around, she felt a hand where her creation was. "Please help me, it hurts so bad. Don't leave me alone again!"
This was not Denny though, the boy remained dead while Vengeance just stood and stared. He was aware of what he was and just looked at the poor girl with a disgusted look as he pulled a blanket over his naked body. "Fine, I was going to kill you but I will take your words into consideration too." he said, in Denny's voice with Denny's smile. For the poor girl, this was too much and she would rather be dead. Yet acting as a family member, Vengeance had her sent to a mental hospital in Xenotime, saying how she was delusional and had blinded herself during one of her fits.
For over a year Vengeance was alone, watching the humans from his own distain and killing whoever he needed to get a place to stay. Nobody was safe from his wrath, whole families would die just because he wanted to use their house to stay in for the night. It was two years ago when he met Fran, a mysterious man with white hair. This man offered Vengeance a place in the new order. He could be part of creating a new world where the pain and disorder created by alchemy would be vanished. This Fran claimed that he could defy the god on the other side of the gate and could bring back the humanity that he figured Vengeance wanted.
For about six months, the homunculus pretended to work along side Fran until he bretrayed him. When Fran least expected it, Vengeance stuck him in the back of the head and took over the new order, changing their location from Fran's simple lodging to the former home of Dante. Instead of killing Fran though, vengeance did much, much worse. He had the man's tendons cut in his legs and the main muscles slices in his arms, leaving him unable to use alchemy, or even hold objects and walk! If the other Homunculi ask about their leader, Vengeance will just give them a story he made up saying how Fran was planning to hand them over to the state for money and that he was one of them all alonge.
xxx►xxSo I'm a bit...
Vengeance is a very controlling creature. If he does not get his way than he is known to go balistic and even hurt those who trust him the most. Some would call him the ultimate control freak.
The Sweet Far Thingxxx |
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:16 am
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xxx►xxDORIAN SMITZE
xxxxxxxxxxxxxLet's make the rain pour down on e v e r y t h i n g
► Age: twenty three
► Gender: male
► Military Position sergent, but is aspiring to be a state alchemist, even though his skill are mot that good
► My song: Theme Another Sky // Kenichi Suzumura
► My Voice: Kenichi Suzumura
► Love them: his brother, alchemy, most sweets
► Burn them all: not havig seen his brother in the past seven years, dogs, the scars on his body (his face and chest)
xxx►xxDear Diary...
Dorian has little memories of his parents or his childhood before the accident, all that he remembers is his brother, Francis, also known as Fran. His parents were awful people, his father an alchoholic and his mother would just sit aside and pretend that nothing happened when her children were being beaten. Often the father would take his sons into the back room for "punishment" as a sort of game. This game did not include checkers or chess, it was when the man would put three items in the table; a wrench, a rope, and a small cooking pan, and would have his sons choose which one they wanted to be beaten with. Because Fran was smart, smarter than any other person Dorian has ever met, he would choose the wrench, knowing that there were only a good beating that could come out of it. The rope and band were far too dangerouse; the rope could give a good whipping and the pan could be hot, causing a burn.
"This is to prove what kind of men you are!" the so called father would say as the boys were punished. While Dorian would just take it, he watched in Awe as Fran wouls stand tall and strong, not even letting his face falter as he dealth the blows. Even though Fran was only eleven years older than him, Dorian looked up to him instead of the abuser, and the father noticed it. One day, during one of the "games", Fran chose the wrench, as usual, but instead of the fifteen year old being beaten, the father went and took the then four year old dorian by the hand and he was beaten nearly half to death. "See your brother Francis?" The father yelled as he pointed to the bloody boy. "You're the kind of man who lets that happen, you are not even useful enough to take care of the boy!"
Dorian was silent as he felt his older brother pick him up and take him the four miles down the road to the dcotor. The doctor said that there would be some scars from the "Farming accident" as Fran told him. At first, the child was afraid that he would be a freak, already he was teased by the older children for his strange white hair. "Nobody will like me!" He confided to his brother while he was still in the patient's room at the doctor's. "All the kids call me Whitey... Now they'll make fun of my face!"
"Hey!" Fran gently teased as he pushed his own shoulder length white hair from his face, unlike Dorian, he had inherited their mother's curls. "Those kids are jerks! When you get to be my age the girls will be all over you. You are my brother after all. And don't worry about the scars, some girls will find them sexy when you're all grown up." Even though the small child did not know what Fran wassaying, he nodded his head as if he did and was happy when he felt his brother lean down and hig him tightly. From his brother's messenger bag, he could see Fran's Alchemy book, knowing that the father did not want Fran to have anything to do with Alchemy.
"Big brother?" Dorian asked, as he looked wide eyes, his brother was never really the hugging type, something had to be wrong. "Are you okay? Even though Papa said I should be mad at you I'm not. He just knows that you're lots smarter than he is! Papa just wants me to hate you for that..." His words were far too old for such a small child to know and he could tell that his brother was trying all he could not to try. That night, when Fran left the doctor's and returned home, there was a fire at the old farm house, killing everyone inside, except for Fran that is. Even though charges were never brought up, the local townspeople knew that the father, better known as Farmer Smitze, was abusive, not even trying to hide it from the public. Fran had created a way to escape the abuse and to take his brother away. All he needed was some fuel spilled across the kitchen floor and a match, than the fire cleaned up everyhting.
Shortly as the death of their parents, the brother left their home town and Dorian watched as his brother became enthralled with Alchemy, telling him how with his research he could make Dorian look normal once again and that he could also help others. Fran made the choice though, to leave when his younger brother was only eight, after having met a man named David Trimble. that was the last time the brothers ever saw each other.
After Fran left, Dorian was raised by a fostor family, who cared very deeply for him and even sonsidered adopting the boy. he refused though, wanting Fran to come back to him. Years passed thoug and Droian went from being an overly emotional child to a sensetive man. Even though he was deeply interested in Alchemy, he was never good and ended up failing the state alchemist's exam, twice, and instead became an enlisted man in the military.
Now, he lives in the military's lodgins and is still in very close contact with his foster famiily. He has never stopped waiting for Fran.
xxx►xxSo I'm a bit...
Dorian is the complete opposite of the picture of maliness. he is clumbsy, constantly falling over hisn own feet and looking rather pathetic. he has the bad habit of being his own worst enemy and putting himself down.
The sweet far thingxxx |
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 7:15 am
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