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[series]: Fullmetal Alchemist
[character]: Winry Rockbell
[character history / background]:Winry was born in a town named Resembool. Her parents were both doctors, who left when Winry was young, to help in the war against Ishtvaal. The only kick? Her parents helped the Ishtvaalians themselves, believing that it was not fair to deny those in need medical help. Her parents were brave, but unfortunately, one of their patients ended up being their killer. Winry was orphaned at a young aged, and she lived on with her grandmother. She spent most of her childhood either in school-mostly sleeping-or at home, helping her grandmother with automail. The rest of the time, was spent in company of her best friends, Ed and Alphonse Elric.
When their mother passed away, Winry was there. When they tried to bring her back with alchemy, Winry was, unfortunately, also there. She remembers those nights better than most, because she’s seen both sides of the coin. She’s seen how Alphonse sat by himself, and saw how Ed endured the pain that was installing his automail. She saw her friends suffer, and found herself almost incapable of helping-especially when, months after their recovery, they agreed to become State Alchemists, to have better access to the Philosopher’s Stone, and recovering their bodies. They left, and Winry remained behind. She didn’t have the power of alchemy, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t help them. So from then on, she strived to become a better automail mechanic, and thus help Ed better. In that time, she saw them less and less.
Winry grew, and she became better and better at her job. At sixteen years of age, she finds herself mostly following Ed around, to ensure that his automail doesn’t break off. And, when it breaks off, to fix it. After a proper few hours of beating him with a wrench. On her voyages with Ed and Alphonse-the very few-she found friends (Maes Hughes, and his family), she found her dream town (Rush Valley: FULL OF AUTOMAIL!), was the apprentice of an automail mechanic there (learning to become a better mechanic for Ed, AND capturing the hearts of all the village people). But she also learned some things that she would’ve done better not knowing: the identity of her parents’ killer, a man named Scar. Even though he was armed and dangerous, Winry-in rage and desperation-still tried to aim a shaking gun at him, for revenge; but she was stopped by Ed, when he threw himself in front of her to protect her. She also learned most of Ed and Al’s story, from the beginning, and confessed to herself something she’d known for a long time was coming: she was in love with Ed.
While staying in Rush Valley, she became, unknown to herself, the target of the Furher’s army, used as blackmail to keep Ed working for them. On one occasion she is called to the fortress of Briggs, to assist the young alchemist as his mechanic, and upgrade his automail for him to be able to use it in the cold, freezing weather. There, she meets a man named Kimblee, who she thinks of as a nice guy, and who turns out to be a mass murderer, sent to Briggs to erase it off the map. Ed tells Winry that she’s being targeted as to blackmail him, and they devise a plan to help Winry escape, while looking for Scar and a doctor, both key to finding out more about the Philosopher’s Stone. Alter successfully getting away, she accompanies Al from Briggs to another place, in order to hide and get away from the apparently imminent destruction of the fortress. They reach Lior, and meet Al and Ed’s long lost father. Al goes with the rest of the men to help rebuild Lior, and Winry is dragged by Rose to her home, for hiding, a bath, and a change of clothes-all very welcomed. The rest, they say, is history…
[character abilities]: Anything that has to do with mechanics, Winry can probably fix. While she specializes in automail (prosthetic limbs made out of metal), it isn’t excluded that she also has a fine grasp of the usual mechanic, also. Also good at medicine, her parents having been doctors, Winry grew up between books on medicine while the Elrics grew up with books on alchemy. Her latest feat: helping a woman give birth in the middle of practically nowhere.
[character personality]: Winry is, to anyone who has met her, a really nice girl. She’s helpful and dedicated, smart, opinionated and concerned for the well-being of her friends. And when said friends come into play, Winry’s personality changes, too. She’s the childhood friend of the Elric brothers, and having seen them pass through every up and down of their lives, Winry knows when to set her foot in the door and talk. She’s not afraid to tell someone when they’re wrong, and has been seen using violence in the form of hitting-with-a-wrench or chasing-around-with-a-chainsaw. Especially if the ones being wrong are Ed and Al. But she only does it with their best interests in mind!
Winry is a very sociable person-having conversed even with ex-mass murderers and considering them a ‘nice guy’-, she doesn’t find it difficult to interact with people, or make new friends. She’s a very curious person, and eager to learn new things. She’s also very, very dedicated to both her job as an automail mechanic, and to her family (grandmother, and the Elrics). She is also loyal to her beliefs of helping those in need-passed on to her by her parents-a fact which is proven when she bandages the injured arm of her parents’ murderer before helping him escape. Nonetheless, she is not forgiving of those who have hurt her or her loved ones, no matter how much she might help them. Her loyalty to helping the Elrics recover their human form has, at times, surpassed her own wish for revenge against her parents’ murderer.
There is one thing in the world that can get Winry to do just about anything for you, and that’s automail. She lives for it, thrives for it, yearns for it. She’s set on surpassing her grandmother’s skills as an automail mechanic, and making her deceased parents proud of her achievements.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: chapter 82, manga (to be updated on a later-base of course)
[journal post]:
[voice post]
Hey, wait. Wait, where did Rose’s house go? The fluffy bed, and the bathtub, and-Al? Alphonse, you better have an explanation for this, or else I’ll--[sighs] That’s ridiculous, I know. I don’t think they could build a whole new city with alchemy…and this doesn’t look like Lior. [rubs her temples] If they’ve done anything stupid, I swear…
So! New city? How the hell did I get here? It doesn’t resemble any place from my world. And I’d remember if I got kidnapped, because I’d have tried to fight them off…
[pause] I better go look for Al. And Ed, if he’s here…
[third person / log sample]:
The first time in weeks that she’d slept in a normal bed, and she wasn’t able to enjoy herself. Way too worried about where Ed was, whether he was okay-of course he’s okay, she told herself, and he’s probably wrecked his automail three times already, the little idiot, when I get my hands on him, I’ll-whether he was safe, warm, alive. Her worries seemed to revolve a lot around Ed nowadays, and she supposed it was because once you admit to yourself that you’re in love with a man, you start to notice him more often, worry about him more often, too. It didn’t mean she wasn’t going to wrench him as soon as she saw him, since he was sure to appear with that infuriating sheepish grin and his automail in horrid shape.
Winry’s hopes were high, and maybe she was a fool to hope that much, but she honestly wished that after they found each other again, Al and Ed would do what Al and Ed did best, stop the world from ending, and maybe then they’d return to Resembool, and grow up, act like children again. It was wishful thinking, yes, because she was aware of the gravity of things, of how everything could go to hell and back in one moment, and how her friends and herself could die in one second. But she refused to dwell on such thoughts. Because in their group-Winry insisted on thinking they were a group, regardless of how many times she’d been left behind, they were still a team-she was the optimistic one. Someone had to be positive in this whole mess, and Winry took the mission as her own. But even the most honest intentions couldn’t keep worries away, not when her friend-the man she loved-was far away, in god-knows-where places, running for his life, fighting, being simply Ed.
She hardly slept that night, twisting and turning in her bed, wondering if Al was sleeping or if he was talking to his father now. She wondered and wondered and worried and planned-when all this was over, she’d rebuilt Ed’s automail, perfect it, and then threaten to feed him milk if he so much as scratched it again-and finally, when sunrise was close, she slept.
The place she woke up in wasn’t a bed, but rather a wet ground. People were walking near her, and she opened her eyes quickly, panicking. Had something happened? If Lior had gotten rebuilt in one night, or someone had kidnapped her, or she was having one of those weird dreams, it didn’t explain why she was in a plaza. A large looking one, to boot. And decorated for Christmas. “Well, this is different,” she muttered to herself, standing up from the ground. “How did these dreams go? Change as soon as information is given, right.”
The sooner the dream was over, the sooner she’d wake up and dive back into that world full of worries. Or, if worse came to worst and this place really was some other place than Lior and not at all a dream, she’d find out-hopefully-how to get out. Determinately, she walked.