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PERSONAL INFORMATION!!

Name: Kuenai Stone

Race: Alchemist (The Air Blade Alchemist)

Rank: Corporal

Age: 21, looks 24

Looks:

Spoiler:

Status: single

Personality: Stone is very rough around the edges. She isn't the type of person to run head-on into battle and nor is she the kind to hide. She always pushes everyone's limits, knowing whether or not she can get away with it. She can tell by the look on peoples face what they are feeling. She can be rude, obnoxious, cynical and even a bit evil...but underneath all of that she cares about her comrades. She angers them in order to keep them alert and she argues with them to make sure they're okay.

OTHER INFORMATION!!

Element Affinity: air

Secondary Elements: water and earth particles

Signature Weapon: M107 barrett sniper rifle (optional long lens scope, an untraceable modified bullets with ivory streched point and breakage 2mm shrapnel on 5 second contact)
((OOC: god i love those accesories I love you

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HISTORY AND RP SAMPLE!!

History:

Stone was origionally named Mononoke Kuenai (last name before first) and was birthed in Xing. Her father was a tradesmen and her mother the local entertainment in xingese fighting styles for the tourists. her mother and she was lower class, never to climb to the top like the people from Amestris.

As she grew up, she learned a little tit for tat about several things when she was young. learning Xingese battle styles and weaponry along with Amestrian weapons and burgulary tactics from her flea market friends. She never knew her father whom never came back for her mom and she never wanted to know. So far she hated everyone who did not respect her. She knew her position and knew that she would be treated like dirt. So she decided to challenge anyone whom didn't treat her as she thought she should be treated.

As you should already know, her being that gender alongside with her position in the economic food chain gave her the disadvantage and many fights. Her mother didn't agree to it at first, though she grew acustomed to it as the money flowed in. She was unmatched in her prowess and had the personality to match.

Life became easier for her mom but harder for her. She was soon reaching the age of womanhood; and within those years she would have to be married off to some man the same class as she was. Most likely a tradesman or a slave to someone else. she wouldn't have it. She refused anyone who was weaker than her and beat everyone down if taken by force.

Soon she was sold off to a man who had finally beaten her. though it wasn't the man her mother had dreamed of. he was the owner of an underground fighting pit. she was to be with him at all times, defending him and sleeping in his bed. the first three days she did no such thing. She led everyone to hurt him, wandered off and spat in his face when he requested a nightly visit.

It was safe to say that he was mad at her, so he divorced her and sent her to the fighting pit. if she fought a full 23 kills she would be sent free to Amestris. She knew that these people were not some idiot from the touring trade. these were full killers, which would make her one too; if she was to survive. She began to train harder and go over every single skill that was shown to her.

For 6 months she was in those cells. eating, sleeping and training until she was brought out to the pit and her chains were removed for her to fight. Most of her adversaries were twice the saze as herself. Some were just weaklings. Though she never let any live. She would have to live with the ghosts in her dreams in Amestris. Not here where she would be stuck at this level.

The entire time, her ex-husband looked over from above. watching her to see if she had perished like he wanted her to. every time she won she looked over to him and spat on the ground. Knowing that he was getting more and more frustrated with each kill. finally her 23rd kill was to be the master himself. During these 6 months she had voided her own consience and human ability to overcome pain.

she fought that man whom had put her here. during the fight he was goading her. Telling her that her mother was taken and put with the wild dogs and that the rest of the money that was left was to be spent for the fighting pit. It caused her so much pain that she killed him with a kick to the neck. she was free, but with a price. After being taken to the washroom (the first one she had seen since she was down there) and clothed, she walked straight to the desert Area. stealing provisions on the way, she crossed it and used the money (that she had stolen from the pit) to join the army and to be a complete citizen. She was only 16 years old.

she then started learning alchemy and created a transmutation of her own. Each war and each order she took as another way to gain more respect. she won several medals and took quite a bit of lives, remembering each one as the people she had taken in the pit. Soon she took the alchemy test to go higher into the food chain. she passed with flying colors and received the name " Air Blade Alchemist" before then she was only known as a violent fighter. all of this happened before her 21st birthday.

When the realization of her position sank in, she was momentarily releived. Even though she slept on the streets, saved her money under a loose cobblestone next to a withered tree; she felt she had gone from the water-soaked earth of Xing to the eroding walkways of Amestris. It was a small step that sucked away her life, though with equal trading... gave her the power that she wanted. She lived to serve Amestris and still does. The only thing stopping her from enjoying it, was the starving childen staring back at her as she went to work. Those eyes reflected herself. In order continue what she loves, she has to lead those street kids to a faster route of success. A more peaceful route.

Rp Sample:

Stone sat in her desk doing paperwork. her back stiff as a board and her eyes moving quickly from one forum to the next. Her colleagues staring at her as they talk amoung themselves. They usually didn't start their work until the Serageant came in or when the Captain snuck up on them. She didn't like that they could just lay about as if there was something right about it. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should do it.

she finished the paperwork and wrote in her journal her completed work. Title, date, time and time spent. She placed it back in the drawer and pulled out a piece of paper with the same form of meticullousness. After inking her pen, she scribbled a few words on it and closed the drawer, getting up from her seat and walking out of the room; ignoring the lazy eyes following her strict movements.

She walked down the halls, stopping several times to salute her higher-ups or to move out of the way of librarians. Speaking of which, she had arrived in one. strutting over to the main desk, she gave the paper to one and waited silently. Avoiding loose talk, as most people did here. the librarian, disgruntled that the company refused to subdue her vocal loniness shredded the paper and gave Stone the book that the paper had described.

After thanking her and sighning in, showing that she was there and when; she walked back down the hall and repeated what she had before. Salutations and being less of a burden. Two things that she hated to the utmost of her core. No matter, she just had to continue the work until she could finally do feild work. Her main pastime.

Stone sat back down at her chair and opened up the book. it was filled with circles, runes, formulas and knowledge that her mind desperately craved. It was as if she was a large sponge, soaking up the water fromt the heavens. Though she took in little at a time, it collected in to be quite large. the cover on this worn leather book was: " Alchemy Philosiphy: a science and an art".

Taking in most of the information, in the past she was told that there was 5 elements. Earth, Fire, Water, Life, and Air. Each one has its power and each one is within another. She looked up from her book, the eyes that had remained on her looked away momentarily. Hoping she didn't see their fear, though not hiding the smell. Stone wondered which was most powerful. She thought of the air that let her jump, that brought her through the desert, slowly eroding the hard rock, directing the water in the seas, and giving dance with the great flame bracketts on the streets. Yes, once she thought about it air was ruler. We relied on it, yet took it for granted. Just like the backs of the poor that the rich lean upon; without thought, and without grattitude. "Though.." she thought. " If the air rallied against them, they would fall upon the dust like the poor they had persicuted." she smiled, continueing to read. "The alchemy of wind shall be my stepping stone to a higher goal."