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CHARACTER
» Name: Edward Elric
» Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
» Reference: Fullmetal Alchemist Wiki > http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page
» Canon Point: Manga / Chapter 77, right as he's transmuting closed the impalement wound through his torso.
»Gender
Physically, male. Mentally, definitely male. There's no doubt about that. He's got too much of the male machismo thing going on to be the slightest bit feminine.
» Age
Physically, Edward is sixteen. Obviously this will be changed in-game. Mentally, though, Ed is much older. He's experienced so much more than your typical teenager; he's experienced birth, death, loss, and guilt. Despite his outward immaturity on occasion, from the point he's being pulled from, he's really a lot more mature than at the beginning of the series. He's had a lot more time to grow up, and he's been quite hardened by the things he's seen and been exposed to.
» Orientation
Looking at canon, it's quite obvious that, despite how celibate he is during the course of the series, Ed is heterosexual. He hasn't done much in the fact of outwardly showing this or practicing it, though; he's had a lot more on his mind than getting a girl. But looking through canon, there are many instances where he's expressed interest in Winry. He and Al used to fight over who would marry her when they were children, and even in present canon, there is a bit of Unresolved Sexual Tension between Edward and Winry.
» Personality
If there's one thing you can say about Edward, it's that he's one complex kid. By no means is he ordinary; normal kids don't join the military at age twelve, nor do they have the capability to be able to bind a soul to a suit of armor. Edward has been through far more than your average sixteen year old, and he still manages to keep a solid head on his shoulders.
One of the first things that most people notice about Edward (besides his height, or lack thereof) is his horribly hair-trigger temper. If anything he says or does is insulted in some way, he will often act rashly. Frequently, his triggers involve Al being mistaken for the Fullmetal Alchemist, but one of his biggest triggers is an insult to his height - it's like his brain automatically filters any word from a sentence that can be construed as making fun of his height, and blows it way out of proportion. God forbid someone mention the words 'short', 'ant', or even accidentally run into him and say 'Oh, I didn't see you there!' He'll overreact to each and every one like the person has personally insulted him.
His temper certainly doesn't help with his dislike of authority, either. A lot of rebellious teenagers seem to have this issue, but Ed's issue with authority mostly stems from a deep hatred for his father. His father left home while he and Al were still very young, and he and Al had to watch their mother try to be brave and happy for them when they knew that his disappearance had hurt her worse than anything. Their mother was all that they had left in the world, and they loved her dearly; Ed couldn't stand the fact that it had been his father of all people who had made her feel this way, so he and Al tried to do everything that he could to make her smile. Ironically, it was his and Al's delving into alchemy that made her happy, which set off his obsession on the subject. When that happiness ended in their mother's death from illness not too long after, that hatred was clamped down into a smoldering rage, made worse by the sense of loss that he still has not quite recovered from.
Since then, any man that tries to put even a bit of authority over Ed is met with defiance and a flare of temper. It's automatically like that person is trying to be his dad, and he flips a metaphorical table. His superior officer, Colonel Roy Mustang, gets a lot of this anger for this very reason. Mustang is smug and full of himself much like Ed, and being around someone like that rubs Ed the wrong way. He's also been placed under Mustang's command, though, and if it weren't bad enough that he has to be subjected to someone else acting like he does, he has to take orders from him, too. Because of this, he often turns his back on his orders and does what he thinks is best instead, just to show him up. He doesn't hate Mustang, though, not in any sense of the word. If anything, it's more a friendly rivalry. Ed knows that Roy is trying to look out for them, as seen when Roy is faced with the chance to tell him about Hughes' death and can't bring himself to do it, because he doesn't want to put such a burden on him.
The two best words one can use to describe Ed are stubborn and determined. These two qualities are seen even when he is a small child, when he and Al attempt human transmutation and set the events of the story into motion. He and Al loved their mother dearly, so much so that they were willing to go to the ends of the earth to bring her back to life after her untimely death. And despite the fact that they screwed up, despite the fact that Ed lost his arm and leg and Al had to have his soul sealed inside of a suit of armor to survive, Ed was determined to make things right. He took on the pain and agony of having his missing arm and leg replaced with automail just so he could get Al's body back, and where the rehabilitation period would have taken two years for your average person, he was set on fully recovering within a year. And thanks to his determination, he pulled it off. Even before all of this, though, his stubborn demeanor came into effect. When Izumi left the Elric brothers alone on an island in the middle of a lake for a solid month, Ed didn't give up. Despite the fact that food was hard to come by, and any food they did manage to catch was stolen by a human-like creature, he wouldn't let Al or himself starve. He was the one to pick everything back up and get things back on track. He wasn't about to let his and Al's alchemy training fall through the cracks. They had important things that they needed to accomplish. It's this same determination that keeps Ed going even in the roughest of times - no matter how bad things look, how upset he gets over something, or how beaten he may get, he always pulls himself right back up onto his feet. Despite the negative connotations it would bring if anyone were to say it directly to him, Ed is very much like a cockroach. He can survive nearly anything life can throw at him, in his own stubborn way.
One of the more prominent things that stands out about Ed, though, is his ego. He's quite full of himself, and will not hesitate to let you know about it. Everything he does, he holds up on a metaphorical pedestal. Even his military position - which he resents in the sense that he's a dog of the military and can't freely come and go as he pleases - comes into play when showing off, and he'll flash his pocket watch when he feels it will benefit him. In reality, he can be very self-absorbed and selfish. This goes especially with his own personal sense of flair. While he thinks his Gothic style of decoration is the coolest thing ever, it's sadly not fitting to the tastes of everyone else, no matter how highly Ed thinks of it. And yet, he always adds it in to whatever he's making, whether it be repairing a balcony for an innocent citizen who had their house caught in the way of a scuffle, or making his own clothing. He frequently prefers the morbid and the macabre, including skulls, gargoyles and dragons, and he prefers the color red over all others, simply because it's a "badass color".
The only two times that Ed has not had an issue with authority have been with Izumi and Maes Hughes. These two people in particular have acted as surrogate mother and father to Ed and Al. After their mother died, Izumi took them in as students and instructed them in alchemy and fighting, but really, that brand of tough love was just what they needed after losing both of their parents. It caught that spark in Ed and blew it into a flame, encouraging him and driving that stubbornness to new levels. Later, when Ed joined the military, Hughes became like a father to them. He was kind, caring, everything they had never had in their own father. Hughes looked after them, invited them into his own house, even included them as part of his own little family. Losing him was much like losing their own mother - Hughes had been a friend and a mentor, one of the few people that had expressed genuine care for them after what they had gone through.
Inwardly, though, Ed has a very selfless side, especially when it comes to his little brother, Alphonse. This side of him is rarely shown to anyone else, save the small few that he holds close. In Al's case, Ed sees himself as guilty for causing his little brother to have to live life as a disembodied soul attached to a suit of armor, and he has taken the burden on himself to make sure he can get Al's body back. He doesn't want to rely on anyone else to do that job. He joined the military in order to gain access to their alchemy texts in hopes that he could find a way to return the both of them to normal, and he endures hardship after hardship just to find a way. His little brother is all he has left, and he will do anything for him. In one such case involving Scar, the Ishvalan had attacked them in an alleyway, crippling Al by destroying part of his armor, and destroying Ed's automail arm. The situation looked hopeless, and instead of letting Al get killed, Ed willingly gave himself to Scar, saying that he could kill him as long as he didn't touch Al. Thankfully the military intervened at the last minute, but it didn't stop Al from screaming at Ed for just sacrificing himself like that. He didn't want to be left behind. In regards to Winry, Ed has a bit of a different selflessness, a more protective one. He knows what he and Al have done in the past and what they're exposed to in the military isn't the kindest thing in the world, and he knows that seeing things like that can change a person. He doesn't want Winry to have to experience even an ounce of the pain that he has. Even when she found out that Scar had been the one to kill her parents, Ed wasn't about to let her take revenge by killing him. He put himself between her and Scar, insisting that her hands were for healing, not for killing. Winry is his and Al's childhood friend, and Ed's unspoken love interest. He isn't about to let her get caught up in the things that he and Al have been drawn into. In the case of others, Edward is rather compassionate and selfless only if he sees the true need for it. The advice he gives is often overly critical and at times a bit harsh, but he means well. He only wants to make sure that someone goes along on the correct path, and that they can move along on their own two legs.
Above all, Edward lives by the rule of Equivalent Exchange, which has deep roots in alchemy. Everything has a price; in order to obtain, something of equal value must be given. This doesn't just attribute to alchemy, though - he finds a way to figure it in to any situation. If someone has his back, he has theirs. If someone helps him, he helps right back. At times, he even jumps in to help those who cannot help themselves, earning him the distinction of being a "hero of the people". But everything comes full circle - a decaying body becomes nutrients for the soil, which grows the grass that feeds the cow, which in turn feeds a family. One is all, and all is one. The help that he gives to those in need vastly out-shadows the sins that he feels he's piled up. It's still Equivalent Exchange, but it's like he's paying what's owed, plus some.
» Appearance
In canon, Edward is of a short, somewhat muscular build. He stands at roughly 4' 11", but he tends to try to add to his height with elevator shoes and a cowlick, which is added on purpose whenever he finishes bathing. The need to support his brother's body in the Gate, as well as the weight of the automail, has stunted his growth, making him shorter than he should be for his age. But what he lacks in height he more than makes up in muscle. His body is riddled with scars, a rather large amount of it by the ports on his right arm and left leg, as well as several scars from combat. The newest - and most prominent - scar is on his left side, on both his front and back, a bit of a starburst form. This comes from being impaled by a support beam, which occurred right at the canon point he is being pulled from. His most strikingly obvious features, his golden hair and eyes, were inherited from his father, and he wears his hair long - in either a braid or, on lazy days, a ponytail - and his bangs are worn parted down the middle, framing his face.
Being aged up from sixteen to eighteen, Ed will obviously be a little bit taller than in canon. He will shoot up a few inches, likely being around 5' 1" in bare feet. His automail is still present, so this will still have weighed his body down and stunted his growth a bit. His face will also have lost a bit of its roundness, beginning to take on a bit of his father's looks, although this change will be slight.
» Suitability
Edward is, by nature, not a very sexual person. He is not sexually active in canon, and he really hasn't had a whole lot of exposure to it. Despite this, Ed has a solid head on his shoulders. He knows how the human body works, and he knows that the teenage years bring on hormones and all kinds of natural reactions. This doesn't mean that he's entirely willing to do them on his own volition, though. However, Edward is a survivor - he has no problem doing what he needs to do to survive, and he's not one to just lie down and take what's given. When his and Al's human transmutation failed and took his left leg and Al's entire body, Ed ignored the pain and the horror and further mutilated his own body, sacrificing his right arm just to bring Al's soul back and bind it to a suit of armor. Even at his canon pull point, where he'd been fatally impaled through the left side of his torso by a support beam, he didn't give in. Too many people were waiting on him and Al to get their bodies back, and Al had claimed that he wasn't going to get his body back until Ed did, too. And he'd promised Winry that the next time she cried, it would be tears of joy. He wasn't about to let anyone cry over him. So, he transmuted the majority of the support beam out of his body, and even freed the two chimera he'd been fighting from beneath the rubble so that they could help him pull the rest of the beam out of his body while he closed the wound with alchemy. It was a risky move, and he was using his own life force to do so - and thus shortening his life span by a bit - but he refused to lay down and die like a dog.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry
[The teenager on the screen looks more than a bit ruffled. Golden eyes are narrowed at the camera, and he's bent over the device, lips flattened into a thin line.]
So, Hell is some kind of seaside resort town, and their idea of torture is making us older, and forcing us to wear stupid collars.
[He tugs at his own - a black leather affair, with red and yellow designs in the shape of long, sweeping flames.]
Here's my question. How do I get this damn thing off, and how do I get a ticket out of here? Because I've got a whole hell of a lot of things to do that are more important than sitting on the beach and drinking fruity drinks with umbrellas. Fucking sand is gonna get all in my automail.
» "amatomneslogs" Entry
When Edward's mind twirled over the line into consciousness, the first thing he did was groan.
The dream hadn't been anything abnormal. He'd had wet dreams before; he was a teenager, after all. Though, with this one, he could remember vivid details. That was the only strange part. He'd been in bed with someone, both bodies tangled in the sheets, moving frantically against each other. Firm breasts beneath his hands, blonde hair splayed out across the pillow, blue eyes darkened and half-open, lips parted to let loose a loud, pleasured noise--
Winry.
Ed's eyes opened and he shot up in bed, not making a sound save for slightly heavy breathing. After a moment, a flush hit his cheeks, and he raised his hand to cover his face, giving an annoyed groan.
"Dammit." The sheets were damp and stuck to his thighs. That musky scent was unmistakable. This wasn't the first time that Ed had woke in the middle of the night to this same situation, but it didn't make him any less embarrassed by it. The hotel cleaning staff was going to have a job out for them this time.
And then, it hit him. Hotel? He'd not been in a hotel. He'd been going after Kimblee. He'd been trapped under a collapsed building, he'd had a beam through his stomach, he'd freed those two chimera and had them help him pull the beam from him. And he was going to transmute the wound closed so he wouldn't die, so he could get back to Al, and so that Winry wouldn't cry for him. So he wouldn't die.
Ed swung his legs over the edge of the bed, one bare foot and one metal foot hitting the cool floor. He tore the sticky sheets from him, throwing them to the bed with a grimace. It wasn't possible. He'd been sure that he was doing it right. He shouldn't have died. So why had he opened his eyes and found himself somewhere he'd never been before? He should have opened his eyes to see rubble and debris, not to see... this tacky excuse for a hotel room. Weird decor, gold columns, fancy furniture, and hell, even a window. The sky outside was a ridiculously vivid blue, and the air coming in from outside smelled... salty?
The only conclusion that Edward could come to was that, in attempting to seal his wound, he'd failed. And he'd died.
A nearby chair was the unfortunate recipient of Edward's rage, and it clattered to the floor after being kicked over by his automail foot. The bed was next, taking a decent dent into the frame, and all of this was shortly followed by a nice, solid punch to the mattress itself.
"Shit!"
A hand ran through his fringe, and he tried to calm himself. He needed to think rationally. Maybe he'd just passed out after the transmutation, and those two chimera had brought him somewhere to rest up. He looked down at his stomach, running a hand over the skin. A fresh scar was there, pink and shining. Just how long had he been out, if it had already healed over that much? Did Al know he was here? Was Winry alright? There were so many questions, and it unnerved him that he didn't have the answers.
But first, when had he taken his boxers off? Though that didn't really matter; at least they weren't dirty and sticky, so he could at least wear those. Closer inspection of the room found Ed's clothes neatly folded on the end of the bed, and he moved to pull them on. Not that being naked bothered him, but if he was going to go out and check things out, he didn't want complete strangers to see everything.
In tugging his shirt over his head, Ed's fingers brushed something on his throat, and it made him pause, frowning. There was a dresser with a mirror nearby, and he made his way to it to investigate the offending object. A black strip of leather had been wrapped around his neck, about two inches thick, with red and yellow flames sweeping across the length of it. Normally, this would have been awesome. But in this case...
"... what the hell?" Gritting his teeth, Ed slipped his finger beneath it, tugging on it. It was pretty securely fastened on. Searching only provided that there wasn't actually a clasp on the collar at all, which led Ed to believe that it had been transmuted onto his neck. Which then led him to realize, someone had to have been in his room to put it on him. He sighed roughly, running a hand over his face. "Great. Just great. What the hell is this place?"
In his frustration, he didn't even notice the subtle differences in his face, or the fact that he was taller than he should be.
» Name: Edward Elric
» Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
» Reference: Fullmetal Alchemist Wiki > http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page
» Canon Point: Manga / Chapter 77, right as he's transmuting closed the impalement wound through his torso.
»Gender
Physically, male. Mentally, definitely male. There's no doubt about that. He's got too much of the male machismo thing going on to be the slightest bit feminine.
» Age
Physically, Edward is sixteen. Obviously this will be changed in-game. Mentally, though, Ed is much older. He's experienced so much more than your typical teenager; he's experienced birth, death, loss, and guilt. Despite his outward immaturity on occasion, from the point he's being pulled from, he's really a lot more mature than at the beginning of the series. He's had a lot more time to grow up, and he's been quite hardened by the things he's seen and been exposed to.
» Orientation
Looking at canon, it's quite obvious that, despite how celibate he is during the course of the series, Ed is heterosexual. He hasn't done much in the fact of outwardly showing this or practicing it, though; he's had a lot more on his mind than getting a girl. But looking through canon, there are many instances where he's expressed interest in Winry. He and Al used to fight over who would marry her when they were children, and even in present canon, there is a bit of Unresolved Sexual Tension between Edward and Winry.
» Personality
If there's one thing you can say about Edward, it's that he's one complex kid. By no means is he ordinary; normal kids don't join the military at age twelve, nor do they have the capability to be able to bind a soul to a suit of armor. Edward has been through far more than your average sixteen year old, and he still manages to keep a solid head on his shoulders.
One of the first things that most people notice about Edward (besides his height, or lack thereof) is his horribly hair-trigger temper. If anything he says or does is insulted in some way, he will often act rashly. Frequently, his triggers involve Al being mistaken for the Fullmetal Alchemist, but one of his biggest triggers is an insult to his height - it's like his brain automatically filters any word from a sentence that can be construed as making fun of his height, and blows it way out of proportion. God forbid someone mention the words 'short', 'ant', or even accidentally run into him and say 'Oh, I didn't see you there!' He'll overreact to each and every one like the person has personally insulted him.
His temper certainly doesn't help with his dislike of authority, either. A lot of rebellious teenagers seem to have this issue, but Ed's issue with authority mostly stems from a deep hatred for his father. His father left home while he and Al were still very young, and he and Al had to watch their mother try to be brave and happy for them when they knew that his disappearance had hurt her worse than anything. Their mother was all that they had left in the world, and they loved her dearly; Ed couldn't stand the fact that it had been his father of all people who had made her feel this way, so he and Al tried to do everything that he could to make her smile. Ironically, it was his and Al's delving into alchemy that made her happy, which set off his obsession on the subject. When that happiness ended in their mother's death from illness not too long after, that hatred was clamped down into a smoldering rage, made worse by the sense of loss that he still has not quite recovered from.
Since then, any man that tries to put even a bit of authority over Ed is met with defiance and a flare of temper. It's automatically like that person is trying to be his dad, and he flips a metaphorical table. His superior officer, Colonel Roy Mustang, gets a lot of this anger for this very reason. Mustang is smug and full of himself much like Ed, and being around someone like that rubs Ed the wrong way. He's also been placed under Mustang's command, though, and if it weren't bad enough that he has to be subjected to someone else acting like he does, he has to take orders from him, too. Because of this, he often turns his back on his orders and does what he thinks is best instead, just to show him up. He doesn't hate Mustang, though, not in any sense of the word. If anything, it's more a friendly rivalry. Ed knows that Roy is trying to look out for them, as seen when Roy is faced with the chance to tell him about Hughes' death and can't bring himself to do it, because he doesn't want to put such a burden on him.
The two best words one can use to describe Ed are stubborn and determined. These two qualities are seen even when he is a small child, when he and Al attempt human transmutation and set the events of the story into motion. He and Al loved their mother dearly, so much so that they were willing to go to the ends of the earth to bring her back to life after her untimely death. And despite the fact that they screwed up, despite the fact that Ed lost his arm and leg and Al had to have his soul sealed inside of a suit of armor to survive, Ed was determined to make things right. He took on the pain and agony of having his missing arm and leg replaced with automail just so he could get Al's body back, and where the rehabilitation period would have taken two years for your average person, he was set on fully recovering within a year. And thanks to his determination, he pulled it off. Even before all of this, though, his stubborn demeanor came into effect. When Izumi left the Elric brothers alone on an island in the middle of a lake for a solid month, Ed didn't give up. Despite the fact that food was hard to come by, and any food they did manage to catch was stolen by a human-like creature, he wouldn't let Al or himself starve. He was the one to pick everything back up and get things back on track. He wasn't about to let his and Al's alchemy training fall through the cracks. They had important things that they needed to accomplish. It's this same determination that keeps Ed going even in the roughest of times - no matter how bad things look, how upset he gets over something, or how beaten he may get, he always pulls himself right back up onto his feet. Despite the negative connotations it would bring if anyone were to say it directly to him, Ed is very much like a cockroach. He can survive nearly anything life can throw at him, in his own stubborn way.
One of the more prominent things that stands out about Ed, though, is his ego. He's quite full of himself, and will not hesitate to let you know about it. Everything he does, he holds up on a metaphorical pedestal. Even his military position - which he resents in the sense that he's a dog of the military and can't freely come and go as he pleases - comes into play when showing off, and he'll flash his pocket watch when he feels it will benefit him. In reality, he can be very self-absorbed and selfish. This goes especially with his own personal sense of flair. While he thinks his Gothic style of decoration is the coolest thing ever, it's sadly not fitting to the tastes of everyone else, no matter how highly Ed thinks of it. And yet, he always adds it in to whatever he's making, whether it be repairing a balcony for an innocent citizen who had their house caught in the way of a scuffle, or making his own clothing. He frequently prefers the morbid and the macabre, including skulls, gargoyles and dragons, and he prefers the color red over all others, simply because it's a "badass color".
The only two times that Ed has not had an issue with authority have been with Izumi and Maes Hughes. These two people in particular have acted as surrogate mother and father to Ed and Al. After their mother died, Izumi took them in as students and instructed them in alchemy and fighting, but really, that brand of tough love was just what they needed after losing both of their parents. It caught that spark in Ed and blew it into a flame, encouraging him and driving that stubbornness to new levels. Later, when Ed joined the military, Hughes became like a father to them. He was kind, caring, everything they had never had in their own father. Hughes looked after them, invited them into his own house, even included them as part of his own little family. Losing him was much like losing their own mother - Hughes had been a friend and a mentor, one of the few people that had expressed genuine care for them after what they had gone through.
Inwardly, though, Ed has a very selfless side, especially when it comes to his little brother, Alphonse. This side of him is rarely shown to anyone else, save the small few that he holds close. In Al's case, Ed sees himself as guilty for causing his little brother to have to live life as a disembodied soul attached to a suit of armor, and he has taken the burden on himself to make sure he can get Al's body back. He doesn't want to rely on anyone else to do that job. He joined the military in order to gain access to their alchemy texts in hopes that he could find a way to return the both of them to normal, and he endures hardship after hardship just to find a way. His little brother is all he has left, and he will do anything for him. In one such case involving Scar, the Ishvalan had attacked them in an alleyway, crippling Al by destroying part of his armor, and destroying Ed's automail arm. The situation looked hopeless, and instead of letting Al get killed, Ed willingly gave himself to Scar, saying that he could kill him as long as he didn't touch Al. Thankfully the military intervened at the last minute, but it didn't stop Al from screaming at Ed for just sacrificing himself like that. He didn't want to be left behind. In regards to Winry, Ed has a bit of a different selflessness, a more protective one. He knows what he and Al have done in the past and what they're exposed to in the military isn't the kindest thing in the world, and he knows that seeing things like that can change a person. He doesn't want Winry to have to experience even an ounce of the pain that he has. Even when she found out that Scar had been the one to kill her parents, Ed wasn't about to let her take revenge by killing him. He put himself between her and Scar, insisting that her hands were for healing, not for killing. Winry is his and Al's childhood friend, and Ed's unspoken love interest. He isn't about to let her get caught up in the things that he and Al have been drawn into. In the case of others, Edward is rather compassionate and selfless only if he sees the true need for it. The advice he gives is often overly critical and at times a bit harsh, but he means well. He only wants to make sure that someone goes along on the correct path, and that they can move along on their own two legs.
Above all, Edward lives by the rule of Equivalent Exchange, which has deep roots in alchemy. Everything has a price; in order to obtain, something of equal value must be given. This doesn't just attribute to alchemy, though - he finds a way to figure it in to any situation. If someone has his back, he has theirs. If someone helps him, he helps right back. At times, he even jumps in to help those who cannot help themselves, earning him the distinction of being a "hero of the people". But everything comes full circle - a decaying body becomes nutrients for the soil, which grows the grass that feeds the cow, which in turn feeds a family. One is all, and all is one. The help that he gives to those in need vastly out-shadows the sins that he feels he's piled up. It's still Equivalent Exchange, but it's like he's paying what's owed, plus some.
» Appearance
In canon, Edward is of a short, somewhat muscular build. He stands at roughly 4' 11", but he tends to try to add to his height with elevator shoes and a cowlick, which is added on purpose whenever he finishes bathing. The need to support his brother's body in the Gate, as well as the weight of the automail, has stunted his growth, making him shorter than he should be for his age. But what he lacks in height he more than makes up in muscle. His body is riddled with scars, a rather large amount of it by the ports on his right arm and left leg, as well as several scars from combat. The newest - and most prominent - scar is on his left side, on both his front and back, a bit of a starburst form. This comes from being impaled by a support beam, which occurred right at the canon point he is being pulled from. His most strikingly obvious features, his golden hair and eyes, were inherited from his father, and he wears his hair long - in either a braid or, on lazy days, a ponytail - and his bangs are worn parted down the middle, framing his face.
Being aged up from sixteen to eighteen, Ed will obviously be a little bit taller than in canon. He will shoot up a few inches, likely being around 5' 1" in bare feet. His automail is still present, so this will still have weighed his body down and stunted his growth a bit. His face will also have lost a bit of its roundness, beginning to take on a bit of his father's looks, although this change will be slight.
» Suitability
Edward is, by nature, not a very sexual person. He is not sexually active in canon, and he really hasn't had a whole lot of exposure to it. Despite this, Ed has a solid head on his shoulders. He knows how the human body works, and he knows that the teenage years bring on hormones and all kinds of natural reactions. This doesn't mean that he's entirely willing to do them on his own volition, though. However, Edward is a survivor - he has no problem doing what he needs to do to survive, and he's not one to just lie down and take what's given. When his and Al's human transmutation failed and took his left leg and Al's entire body, Ed ignored the pain and the horror and further mutilated his own body, sacrificing his right arm just to bring Al's soul back and bind it to a suit of armor. Even at his canon pull point, where he'd been fatally impaled through the left side of his torso by a support beam, he didn't give in. Too many people were waiting on him and Al to get their bodies back, and Al had claimed that he wasn't going to get his body back until Ed did, too. And he'd promised Winry that the next time she cried, it would be tears of joy. He wasn't about to let anyone cry over him. So, he transmuted the majority of the support beam out of his body, and even freed the two chimera he'd been fighting from beneath the rubble so that they could help him pull the rest of the beam out of his body while he closed the wound with alchemy. It was a risky move, and he was using his own life force to do so - and thus shortening his life span by a bit - but he refused to lay down and die like a dog.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry
[The teenager on the screen looks more than a bit ruffled. Golden eyes are narrowed at the camera, and he's bent over the device, lips flattened into a thin line.]
So, Hell is some kind of seaside resort town, and their idea of torture is making us older, and forcing us to wear stupid collars.
[He tugs at his own - a black leather affair, with red and yellow designs in the shape of long, sweeping flames.]
Here's my question. How do I get this damn thing off, and how do I get a ticket out of here? Because I've got a whole hell of a lot of things to do that are more important than sitting on the beach and drinking fruity drinks with umbrellas. Fucking sand is gonna get all in my automail.
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When Edward's mind twirled over the line into consciousness, the first thing he did was groan.
The dream hadn't been anything abnormal. He'd had wet dreams before; he was a teenager, after all. Though, with this one, he could remember vivid details. That was the only strange part. He'd been in bed with someone, both bodies tangled in the sheets, moving frantically against each other. Firm breasts beneath his hands, blonde hair splayed out across the pillow, blue eyes darkened and half-open, lips parted to let loose a loud, pleasured noise--
Winry.
Ed's eyes opened and he shot up in bed, not making a sound save for slightly heavy breathing. After a moment, a flush hit his cheeks, and he raised his hand to cover his face, giving an annoyed groan.
"Dammit." The sheets were damp and stuck to his thighs. That musky scent was unmistakable. This wasn't the first time that Ed had woke in the middle of the night to this same situation, but it didn't make him any less embarrassed by it. The hotel cleaning staff was going to have a job out for them this time.
And then, it hit him. Hotel? He'd not been in a hotel. He'd been going after Kimblee. He'd been trapped under a collapsed building, he'd had a beam through his stomach, he'd freed those two chimera and had them help him pull the beam from him. And he was going to transmute the wound closed so he wouldn't die, so he could get back to Al, and so that Winry wouldn't cry for him. So he wouldn't die.
Ed swung his legs over the edge of the bed, one bare foot and one metal foot hitting the cool floor. He tore the sticky sheets from him, throwing them to the bed with a grimace. It wasn't possible. He'd been sure that he was doing it right. He shouldn't have died. So why had he opened his eyes and found himself somewhere he'd never been before? He should have opened his eyes to see rubble and debris, not to see... this tacky excuse for a hotel room. Weird decor, gold columns, fancy furniture, and hell, even a window. The sky outside was a ridiculously vivid blue, and the air coming in from outside smelled... salty?
The only conclusion that Edward could come to was that, in attempting to seal his wound, he'd failed. And he'd died.
A nearby chair was the unfortunate recipient of Edward's rage, and it clattered to the floor after being kicked over by his automail foot. The bed was next, taking a decent dent into the frame, and all of this was shortly followed by a nice, solid punch to the mattress itself.
"Shit!"
A hand ran through his fringe, and he tried to calm himself. He needed to think rationally. Maybe he'd just passed out after the transmutation, and those two chimera had brought him somewhere to rest up. He looked down at his stomach, running a hand over the skin. A fresh scar was there, pink and shining. Just how long had he been out, if it had already healed over that much? Did Al know he was here? Was Winry alright? There were so many questions, and it unnerved him that he didn't have the answers.
But first, when had he taken his boxers off? Though that didn't really matter; at least they weren't dirty and sticky, so he could at least wear those. Closer inspection of the room found Ed's clothes neatly folded on the end of the bed, and he moved to pull them on. Not that being naked bothered him, but if he was going to go out and check things out, he didn't want complete strangers to see everything.
In tugging his shirt over his head, Ed's fingers brushed something on his throat, and it made him pause, frowning. There was a dresser with a mirror nearby, and he made his way to it to investigate the offending object. A black strip of leather had been wrapped around his neck, about two inches thick, with red and yellow flames sweeping across the length of it. Normally, this would have been awesome. But in this case...
"... what the hell?" Gritting his teeth, Ed slipped his finger beneath it, tugging on it. It was pretty securely fastened on. Searching only provided that there wasn't actually a clasp on the collar at all, which led Ed to believe that it had been transmuted onto his neck. Which then led him to realize, someone had to have been in his room to put it on him. He sighed roughly, running a hand over his face. "Great. Just great. What the hell is this place?"
In his frustration, he didn't even notice the subtle differences in his face, or the fact that he was taller than he should be.