Post by Fedelta on Feb 16, 2007 19:49:07 GMT -5
Name: Fedelta Fyresworn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6 "2"
Weight: 126 lbs
Element of Alchemy: (If any)Fire
Race: (Human or Homunculi) Human
Military: (Yes or No)No
Description: Fedelta has red hair( seriously), red eyes, and um...More will come as soon as I find a picture or draw one to get a basic pic in my head XD
History: Uknown due to amnesia. What he does know of himself, was that he had woken up in a public park and the officials dragged him off to question him. They discovered nothing except that he really wanted to learn alchemy because he had seen Roy Mustang use his fire alchemy on Tv while he was captive.
When the officials had asked his name, however, one immediately sprang into his mind, as if it really belonged to him. Fedelta Fyresworn
Personality: Not known yet
Sample RP: Death hung over the limp figure chained to the wall. His bloodshot already red eyes were sunken in his head and his firey hair hung limp. A clang sounded. "You're daily feast, m'lord" he sneered, glad to have a person around who was lower than him. He dropped the bread to the ground and placed the jug of water down. He'd have to pay if he broke that.
Hunger gnawed at Fedelta's belly, and he scrambled to get the stale bread and moldy water. The guard laughed harshly as Fedelta was flung back to the wall by the chains around his ankles and wrists. Fustration crawled around in Fedelta's mind at his own helplessness.
A low whimper came from a hay stack in the corner of the dank cell. Fedelta's eyes widened while the guard's narrowed. "Oy, you, pris'ner, wot 'ave you hid in that there stack huh?" The guard hefted his spear and struck the blade into the stack. A scream erupted and the echoed off the walls, finally disappearing. Blood seeped from under the hay. The guard gave a sharp yank on his spear and yanked a dead girl from the haystack.
Fedelta felt tears spring to his eyes. Why?! Why! Why do you have to be so weak! So weak you can't even keep your sister from being killed by low-life soldiers like these?!
Level: 1
Exp: 0/1000 (Add 500 every level up)
Ryo: 1000 (Use Ryo to buy stuff. You gain 1000 Ryo every level up.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6 "2"
Weight: 126 lbs
Element of Alchemy: (If any)Fire
Race: (Human or Homunculi) Human
Military: (Yes or No)No
Description: Fedelta has red hair( seriously), red eyes, and um...More will come as soon as I find a picture or draw one to get a basic pic in my head XD
History: Uknown due to amnesia. What he does know of himself, was that he had woken up in a public park and the officials dragged him off to question him. They discovered nothing except that he really wanted to learn alchemy because he had seen Roy Mustang use his fire alchemy on Tv while he was captive.
When the officials had asked his name, however, one immediately sprang into his mind, as if it really belonged to him. Fedelta Fyresworn
Personality: Not known yet
Sample RP: Death hung over the limp figure chained to the wall. His bloodshot already red eyes were sunken in his head and his firey hair hung limp. A clang sounded. "You're daily feast, m'lord" he sneered, glad to have a person around who was lower than him. He dropped the bread to the ground and placed the jug of water down. He'd have to pay if he broke that.
Hunger gnawed at Fedelta's belly, and he scrambled to get the stale bread and moldy water. The guard laughed harshly as Fedelta was flung back to the wall by the chains around his ankles and wrists. Fustration crawled around in Fedelta's mind at his own helplessness.
A low whimper came from a hay stack in the corner of the dank cell. Fedelta's eyes widened while the guard's narrowed. "Oy, you, pris'ner, wot 'ave you hid in that there stack huh?" The guard hefted his spear and struck the blade into the stack. A scream erupted and the echoed off the walls, finally disappearing. Blood seeped from under the hay. The guard gave a sharp yank on his spear and yanked a dead girl from the haystack.
Fedelta felt tears spring to his eyes. Why?! Why! Why do you have to be so weak! So weak you can't even keep your sister from being killed by low-life soldiers like these?!
Level: 1
Exp: 0/1000 (Add 500 every level up)
Ryo: 1000 (Use Ryo to buy stuff. You gain 1000 Ryo every level up.)
