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Player Information
Name: Anthony
Personal LJ: venomized
E-mail: moscowinfashion[at]gmail.com
AIM/Plurk/etc.: AIM | backsideofthetv
Time zone: United States | Eastern Standard Time | Boston
Other Characters: None
How did you find out about Aliunde? RPG-Ads
Character Information
Name: Greed
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Timeline Summary: Post-Second-Death | End of Series
Are you importing your character from another game? No.
Background: Here
Personality: Greed has the atmosphere of a person that just does not give a fuck, to put it frank. He wants it all - money, power, status, women, sex. To quote, "He wants the finer things in life." But despite his avarice, Greed has a very friendly demeanor - all smiles that welcome each and every person into his arms. Well, for the most part anyway. He comes off very frank and he's not afraid to show people who he is. The attention he gets, the feeling he gets - that is what matters to him. Status doesn't just mean money and power (though as I said previously, those are important too) - people matter. What they think of him matters - how they act around him matters. Everything is a possession for Greed and that is how he lives his life.
He's a care free kind of guy, sends his anxiety to the wind kind of guy. But he'll be the first to claim someone if they're loyal and once he's done that, he's there for life. Or as long as said person lasts. Greed does things his own way and he has no intention of following orders or rules. He'll break them as soon as he gets that spark of want, need - which is to say, he'll be quick to turn tail from law and order at the drop of a hat.
If one happens to get on his bad side, he can be vicious. But he has no intention of harming "women and people with loved ones." He'll spare a foe if they turn around and walk the other way. But if they continue to threaten his things, he'll stop at nothing to bring said offender down. And he does it with class and style.
Greed is also vain - as vain as he can be. His "ultimate shield" comes with the price and that price is less elegance than he's comfortable with. When he first shows off his ace-in-the-hole to the elder Elric brother, he even states that his shield form "isn't flattering."
Seems Greed also has a soft spot for outcasts, as seen with his taking in of the chimera from Lab 5. God help the outcasts all right - and Greed is the very man to do so.
Powers, Skills, and Abilities:
➥ ABILITIES Greed is "immortal." That doesn't mean he can't die exactly, because that was proven false over and over again in Brotherhood. But he has an amazing ability to regenerate. He also doesn't seem to age at all - at 200, he looks at the most in his mid-to-late twenties. He also possesses the Ultimate Shield ability - it's a shell over his skin made out of carbon and seems to be as hard as diamond ( not to be too cliche) - he seems to be able to harden on command, but sometimes the shield comes up involuntarily, as seen when he possesses Ling in his first fight with Wrath in the prince's body.
➥ SKILLS Greed's got some hand-to-hand combat skills, but he doesn't have any sort of "technique." He's good on the defense and fast on his feet. It doesn't look as if he had any formal training.
➥ TALENTS He's a great talker.
Samples
First Person: [ The video feed clicks "on" and is instantly flooded in darkness. The audio feed is muffled and crunchy, as if someone was rubbing up against the microphone piece. It's straight static for a while, save for the occasional clacking of heels. Or at least, that is what is sounds like. Then finally, a voice booms out - it sounds a bit garbled, as if the phone is stuffed in a bag .. ]
Ngh? What did you say old man?
[ .. or a pocket. The video catches a glimpse of pale fingers as they fumble inside the pocket. The phone is gripped and launched out into the stark-light. It's blinding for a second, but a tuft of white fur and shiny black leather are caught as the phone spins wildly in the owner's palm.]
- Should I even know where that is on a map?
[The phone is flipped and it catches the under shot of a man in his late-twenties, early-thirties. A pair of opaque-round shades rest of his eyes. His hair is cropped short but slicked back and wildly-spiked. He's wearing a leather vest with a collar of fur - it cradles his neck and caresses his ears.]
[And he doesn't seem to notice that he's on candid camera. At least, for the moment.]
[But the phone is soon raised high above his head and a grin, as wide and as fiendish as the devil himself, spreads from ear to ear.] Oh - you mean it's on? [His laughter shows off shark-like teeth and he gestures theatrically with one hand, showing off thick black wrist bands.] I almost ruined it there!
To whoever's watching - or has been watching - or recently took a break - the name's Greed.
[He tilts his head and wraps the tip of an index finger around the frame of his shades. He lowers them a bit, showing off his bright-purple eyes.] And I'd like to make your acquaintance.
Third Person:
"You know, I should be dead."
Greed rubbed at his neck and shoulders, feeling the solid tissue there. His muscles and bones ached and he arched his body forward on the bench, hands and arms falling between splayed legs. The last thing he remembered was the smell of a battlefield and the blank looks of his "comrades."
Then nothing. Just solid black nothing. It had been disappointing to know that after death there was just .. nothing. No land to gain, to power to steal, no women to touch, no voices to keep one company. The nothingness made his head spin and Greed leaned forward, gritting his teeth.
He had told them he had "done enough." But enough was death and he figured there had to be something waiting for him. Life couldn't just end in nothing - what was the point?
Greed had so lost himself in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the physician tending to him until a hand touched his arm. He shifted, brow raised high. A bag was floating in his line of sight and he frowned at it quizzically. "The hell is that?" The homunculus gestured, right palm up. The bag was unceremoniously shoved into his open hand and the Doctor turned to leave.
"Welcome to Aliunde," was all the man said before a set of doors clicked shut behind him.
Greed's frown deepened, but it was with considerable interest that he held his brows up high. He dug furiously through the bag - his stuff was all there. His stuff. Not Ling's. He laughed, practically barked, as he tossed his things onto the table he was sat upon and began pulling on his old clothes. Brown tank: check. Vest: check. Leather pants: check. Boots: check.
The homunculus paused only for a second as he stood by the side of "his" table and patted down his vest. Tank, vest, pants, boots - he was missing something. He checked his pockets and felt the familiar frame of his shades. With a dramatic and sarcastic sigh, Greed shoved his fingers into his pocket and slid out his sunglasses. He placed them onto the bridge of his nose.
Perfect - everything he owned, right back where it should be.
Greed leaned back, throwing his arms behind him and locking his hands together. He cracked his back as he tilted on the heels of his boots. Beyond him, a city opened up. It was vast and much different than he was used to and a million questions flooded through his head. But he pushed them aside and instead snapped forward and hooked his thumbs into his back pockets.
What he knew - all he need to know actually - was there was plenty to gain.
And he planned to take all that was offered.
Extra Third Person: ♠
Name: Anthony
Personal LJ: venomized
E-mail: moscowinfashion[at]gmail.com
AIM/Plurk/etc.: AIM | backsideofthetv
Time zone: United States | Eastern Standard Time | Boston
Other Characters: None
How did you find out about Aliunde? RPG-Ads
Character Information
Name: Greed
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Timeline Summary: Post-Second-Death | End of Series
Are you importing your character from another game? No.
Background: Here
Personality: Greed has the atmosphere of a person that just does not give a fuck, to put it frank. He wants it all - money, power, status, women, sex. To quote, "He wants the finer things in life." But despite his avarice, Greed has a very friendly demeanor - all smiles that welcome each and every person into his arms. Well, for the most part anyway. He comes off very frank and he's not afraid to show people who he is. The attention he gets, the feeling he gets - that is what matters to him. Status doesn't just mean money and power (though as I said previously, those are important too) - people matter. What they think of him matters - how they act around him matters. Everything is a possession for Greed and that is how he lives his life.
He's a care free kind of guy, sends his anxiety to the wind kind of guy. But he'll be the first to claim someone if they're loyal and once he's done that, he's there for life. Or as long as said person lasts. Greed does things his own way and he has no intention of following orders or rules. He'll break them as soon as he gets that spark of want, need - which is to say, he'll be quick to turn tail from law and order at the drop of a hat.
If one happens to get on his bad side, he can be vicious. But he has no intention of harming "women and people with loved ones." He'll spare a foe if they turn around and walk the other way. But if they continue to threaten his things, he'll stop at nothing to bring said offender down. And he does it with class and style.
Greed is also vain - as vain as he can be. His "ultimate shield" comes with the price and that price is less elegance than he's comfortable with. When he first shows off his ace-in-the-hole to the elder Elric brother, he even states that his shield form "isn't flattering."
Seems Greed also has a soft spot for outcasts, as seen with his taking in of the chimera from Lab 5. God help the outcasts all right - and Greed is the very man to do so.
Powers, Skills, and Abilities:
➥ ABILITIES Greed is "immortal." That doesn't mean he can't die exactly, because that was proven false over and over again in Brotherhood. But he has an amazing ability to regenerate. He also doesn't seem to age at all - at 200, he looks at the most in his mid-to-late twenties. He also possesses the Ultimate Shield ability - it's a shell over his skin made out of carbon and seems to be as hard as diamond ( not to be too cliche) - he seems to be able to harden on command, but sometimes the shield comes up involuntarily, as seen when he possesses Ling in his first fight with Wrath in the prince's body.
➥ SKILLS Greed's got some hand-to-hand combat skills, but he doesn't have any sort of "technique." He's good on the defense and fast on his feet. It doesn't look as if he had any formal training.
➥ TALENTS He's a great talker.
Samples
First Person: [ The video feed clicks "on" and is instantly flooded in darkness. The audio feed is muffled and crunchy, as if someone was rubbing up against the microphone piece. It's straight static for a while, save for the occasional clacking of heels. Or at least, that is what is sounds like. Then finally, a voice booms out - it sounds a bit garbled, as if the phone is stuffed in a bag .. ]
Ngh? What did you say old man?
[ .. or a pocket. The video catches a glimpse of pale fingers as they fumble inside the pocket. The phone is gripped and launched out into the stark-light. It's blinding for a second, but a tuft of white fur and shiny black leather are caught as the phone spins wildly in the owner's palm.]
- Should I even know where that is on a map?
[The phone is flipped and it catches the under shot of a man in his late-twenties, early-thirties. A pair of opaque-round shades rest of his eyes. His hair is cropped short but slicked back and wildly-spiked. He's wearing a leather vest with a collar of fur - it cradles his neck and caresses his ears.]
[And he doesn't seem to notice that he's on candid camera. At least, for the moment.]
[But the phone is soon raised high above his head and a grin, as wide and as fiendish as the devil himself, spreads from ear to ear.] Oh - you mean it's on? [His laughter shows off shark-like teeth and he gestures theatrically with one hand, showing off thick black wrist bands.] I almost ruined it there!
To whoever's watching - or has been watching - or recently took a break - the name's Greed.
[He tilts his head and wraps the tip of an index finger around the frame of his shades. He lowers them a bit, showing off his bright-purple eyes.] And I'd like to make your acquaintance.
Third Person:
"You know, I should be dead."
Greed rubbed at his neck and shoulders, feeling the solid tissue there. His muscles and bones ached and he arched his body forward on the bench, hands and arms falling between splayed legs. The last thing he remembered was the smell of a battlefield and the blank looks of his "comrades."
Then nothing. Just solid black nothing. It had been disappointing to know that after death there was just .. nothing. No land to gain, to power to steal, no women to touch, no voices to keep one company. The nothingness made his head spin and Greed leaned forward, gritting his teeth.
He had told them he had "done enough." But enough was death and he figured there had to be something waiting for him. Life couldn't just end in nothing - what was the point?
Greed had so lost himself in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the physician tending to him until a hand touched his arm. He shifted, brow raised high. A bag was floating in his line of sight and he frowned at it quizzically. "The hell is that?" The homunculus gestured, right palm up. The bag was unceremoniously shoved into his open hand and the Doctor turned to leave.
"Welcome to Aliunde," was all the man said before a set of doors clicked shut behind him.
Greed's frown deepened, but it was with considerable interest that he held his brows up high. He dug furiously through the bag - his stuff was all there. His stuff. Not Ling's. He laughed, practically barked, as he tossed his things onto the table he was sat upon and began pulling on his old clothes. Brown tank: check. Vest: check. Leather pants: check. Boots: check.
The homunculus paused only for a second as he stood by the side of "his" table and patted down his vest. Tank, vest, pants, boots - he was missing something. He checked his pockets and felt the familiar frame of his shades. With a dramatic and sarcastic sigh, Greed shoved his fingers into his pocket and slid out his sunglasses. He placed them onto the bridge of his nose.
Perfect - everything he owned, right back where it should be.
Greed leaned back, throwing his arms behind him and locking his hands together. He cracked his back as he tilted on the heels of his boots. Beyond him, a city opened up. It was vast and much different than he was used to and a million questions flooded through his head. But he pushed them aside and instead snapped forward and hooked his thumbs into his back pockets.
What he knew - all he need to know actually - was there was plenty to gain.
And he planned to take all that was offered.
Extra Third Person: ♠