Post by crimson on Dec 9, 2009 20:45:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Maximillion Christopher Grant (Goes by Maxi or Max)
State Name: The Crimson Alchemist
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Was raised in a small village near the Ishbal Massacre,but doesn't know where he was born
Apperence
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Height: 7'2"
Weight: 193 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Any other stuff A scar on his right shoulder,that's origin point is just behind his right shoulder blade.
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Weapon of choice: a shortwsord,and his automail.
Other equipment: N/A
Transportation: His horse,"Amicus"
Family: Father,Christopher(Deceased) Mother,Janet(Deceased) Younger Sister,Chrissy(Deceased) Older Brother,Donald(Deceased) Older Sister named Mindy,he hasn't seen in years
History: The town he was raised in was small,somewhere to the east near the spot of the Ishbal Massacre. He lived peacefully with his mother and father,who both worked as doctors in the town. His father had been a freelancing alchemist,but settled down with Max's mother to raise a family.
Max had two sisters and one brother,they would always play together with the other town children. One day things changed. A man came to their town,he appeared to be a traveler. Max was the first to meet this man,he seemed cold,and had red irises. Max later discovered he was of Ishbal descent.
This Ishbal man was furious with the world,even his own people. His village had been destroyed,and he was filled with the hate of all living people. The way he saw it was that everyone made war,and they should all die. He began tearing apart Max's town,and murdered almost everyone there. His sister,Mindy,was caught by the Ishbalin.
As the man prepared to kill her,Max interfered. He tried to fight him,but ended up losing his right arm from the elbow down. The Ishbalin laughed,and turned his back saying something like,"brave little brat",and left. Max tried to chase him,but Mindy held him back.
The two escaped with a friend of theirs,who was the mayor's son,and his family. When they got where they were going. The mayor offered to pay for Max's treatment.
Afterwards,Max decided to set out and become a State Alchemist. As soon as the former mayor learned this,he bought Max automail. Max felt like he was going to be driven mad by the pain,afterward he felt relieved. Since that day Max has learned high pain tolerance,but gained the fear of blood.
During his year of recovery from the surgery,Max read Alchemy books his future teacher brought him. The mayor had been a good friend of Max's dad,and had payed for this man to teach him alchemy when he recovered.
He got fighting training from a master of hand-to-hand and bladed fighting,so he could protect who he loved from something tragic like before. After he trained in both fighting and alchemy,he left for central. The mayor gave him a horse for travel,and Max named him Amicus. This is where his life picks up right now,just arriving at central.
Special skills: N/A except for alchemy on his automail to form bladed weaponry.
RP Sample: Max walked out of the inn he'd slept at the week before,after paying his bill.
He walked toward the exit,thinking,Well this was a waste. I was certainly hoping this master swordsman could help me with my research,but I was wrong. Oh well,no point crying over it.
As he walked toward the exit of the town,two small children walked toward him holding a sack. One of them opened it and held out a small toy sword that had been broken into three pieces. "They said you were an alchemister,and that you could fix it.",he said to Max.
Max laughed and nodded. He took the sword and placed it on the ground. He drew a transmutation circle,and pressed his palms onto it. The sword shone,and then was fully repaired. "Good as new!",Max said with a smile. The kids ran off happily,and Max exited the small town.
State Name: The Crimson Alchemist
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Was raised in a small village near the Ishbal Massacre,but doesn't know where he was born
Apperence
__________________________________________
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 193 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Any other stuff A scar on his right shoulder,that's origin point is just behind his right shoulder blade.
__________________________________________
Weapon of choice: a shortwsord,and his automail.
Other equipment: N/A
Transportation: His horse,"Amicus"
Family: Father,Christopher(Deceased) Mother,Janet(Deceased) Younger Sister,Chrissy(Deceased) Older Brother,Donald(Deceased) Older Sister named Mindy,he hasn't seen in years
History: The town he was raised in was small,somewhere to the east near the spot of the Ishbal Massacre. He lived peacefully with his mother and father,who both worked as doctors in the town. His father had been a freelancing alchemist,but settled down with Max's mother to raise a family.
Max had two sisters and one brother,they would always play together with the other town children. One day things changed. A man came to their town,he appeared to be a traveler. Max was the first to meet this man,he seemed cold,and had red irises. Max later discovered he was of Ishbal descent.
This Ishbal man was furious with the world,even his own people. His village had been destroyed,and he was filled with the hate of all living people. The way he saw it was that everyone made war,and they should all die. He began tearing apart Max's town,and murdered almost everyone there. His sister,Mindy,was caught by the Ishbalin.
As the man prepared to kill her,Max interfered. He tried to fight him,but ended up losing his right arm from the elbow down. The Ishbalin laughed,and turned his back saying something like,"brave little brat",and left. Max tried to chase him,but Mindy held him back.
The two escaped with a friend of theirs,who was the mayor's son,and his family. When they got where they were going. The mayor offered to pay for Max's treatment.
Afterwards,Max decided to set out and become a State Alchemist. As soon as the former mayor learned this,he bought Max automail. Max felt like he was going to be driven mad by the pain,afterward he felt relieved. Since that day Max has learned high pain tolerance,but gained the fear of blood.
During his year of recovery from the surgery,Max read Alchemy books his future teacher brought him. The mayor had been a good friend of Max's dad,and had payed for this man to teach him alchemy when he recovered.
He got fighting training from a master of hand-to-hand and bladed fighting,so he could protect who he loved from something tragic like before. After he trained in both fighting and alchemy,he left for central. The mayor gave him a horse for travel,and Max named him Amicus. This is where his life picks up right now,just arriving at central.
Special skills: N/A except for alchemy on his automail to form bladed weaponry.
RP Sample: Max walked out of the inn he'd slept at the week before,after paying his bill.
He walked toward the exit,thinking,Well this was a waste. I was certainly hoping this master swordsman could help me with my research,but I was wrong. Oh well,no point crying over it.
As he walked toward the exit of the town,two small children walked toward him holding a sack. One of them opened it and held out a small toy sword that had been broken into three pieces. "They said you were an alchemister,and that you could fix it.",he said to Max.
Max laughed and nodded. He took the sword and placed it on the ground. He drew a transmutation circle,and pressed his palms onto it. The sword shone,and then was fully repaired. "Good as new!",Max said with a smile. The kids ran off happily,and Max exited the small town.