Arya Marcia Overpass

[alchemisthopeful]

My name is Arya Marcia Overpass. I am sixteen years old with long, curly black hair that would fall to my waist, but I wear it in a ponytail. I wear a green dress, but on occasion I wear a t-shirt and a khaki skirt.
My parents died at age thirteen, leaving me the entire family fortune. It was not a small amount; at the time I thought it would last me years.
I studied alchelmy with my father, John Cristello Overpass. Although Father could transmute without a transmutation circle, I cannot do it. I do not quite know why.
A week from my parent's death- they were murdered- I was walking down the forest lane on a stroll at midnight when I saw a dark figure. Instantly I knew it was my parents' murderer.
He confirmed what I suspected and told me that he would kill me and take the fortune. I quickly drew a transmutation circle and was able to use alchelmy to fend him off. We were quite close to a big drop. He fell over it and hung onto a ledge.
I reached down my arm to help him. When he took my hand, I thought he accepted my help.
He didn't.
Instead, he used a transmutation circle on his wrist to attempt bringing his wife back from the dead. I realized that was what he attempted to do with my parents; give them as offerings in order to fulfill the law of equivalent exchange.
Something went wrong with the transmutation, and instead of taking me, the forces of alchelmy took my arm and the man. I had no idea what the alchelmy brought up (I now suspect it is a homoculus) and I ran away as fast as I could.
I ended up spending my fortune on automail for my arm. I had to sell the mansion eventually.
I was stranded in Central City. I decided that I would get a job and study alchelmy to a greater length and become State Alchemist. I am currently doing odd jobs around the city, but am now ready to take missions.
Cheers and good luck to anyone with the same aim as mine.

[alchemisthopeful]

Oops, I forgot some stuff.

Eye Color: Arya has light green eyes.

Nationality: She is from Central City and is still there.

Height: She is five foot six.

Weight: She's not telling you! But she does weigh less than 150.

Weapon of Choice: Arya has drawn a transmutation circle on her automail arm and transmutes it into whatever blade/weapon she wants.

Special Skill: Arya is very good at reading so she can learn a lot about alchelmy quickly. She also is very fast and agile and a quick thinker.

RP Sample:

I stop reading the ancient texts. The philospher's stone? What was that? It sounded pretty powerful.
A howl ripped through the night.
I opened the window from my room in the inn and shouted at the neighbors across from me. "Make that mutt shut up!" I hated dogs. I don't see the point in them.
As I went back to my studies, the dog kept howling. I transmuted a pillow into a pair of earmuffs. Ah, sweet silence!
The more I looked at the philospher's stone, the more I remembered the night I had lost my arm. I wondered if the philospher's stone could make human transmutation succeed. I shuddered. I didn't want human transmutation to succeed.
I studied late into the night, before my tired eyes shut. I awoke to see sunlight pouring into my room, and the dog had shut up. Or had it? I still had my earmuffs on.
I decided that I needed a cloak. A red one. But not this morning.
It was a new morning, and I decided to sleep in.
Because sometimes, staying up late studying can have some effects on you.

OK, that's all. Sorry for forgetting to put that on the original post.

Cheers, alchemisthopeful A.K.A. Arya Marcia Overpass