They are risking everything that remains in order to gain what they've lost...

Edward and Alphonse Elric lived a peaceful life with their mother in the quiet town of Resembool before tragedy struck. Wanting to return to happier times, the young boys committed the ultimate taboo in alchemy: human transmutation.

The price the boys paid for their sin was the loss of Alphonse's entire body and Edward's right arm and left leg. However, Edward was able to bind his younger brother's soul to a suit of armor and compensated the lost of his limbs with the use of automail: a metal prosthetic .

On Oct. 3 1911, the brothers embarked on a journey to find a way to get their bodies back to the way they were by finding the Philosopher's Stone and discovering horrific truths about the world around them along the way...

Plot

(Please take note that this roleplay will follow the manga/Brotherhood canon rather than the 2003 anime).

The military is on the search for recruiting new, talented alchemist to work for the state. However, these new recruits are blissfully unaware that they are merely pawns in a sinister game. Will these state alchemist recruits realize their true roles and find a way to change the country around for the better? Or will they continue playing the game for the wrong side...

The FMA OOC Chat can be found here.

The Rules

1.) We ask that you try to be literate (we can accept semi-literates too).

2.) A minimum of 3 sentences per reply.

3.) Please be respectful of others. You will be blacklisted if you break this rule if you broken this rule more than once.

4.) Please no Mary Sues/Gary Stus. And no godmodding either. Please (unless there are sort of godmodding-ish elements that are canon).

5.) Please refrain from doing anything that is over PG-13 appropriate (meaning please don't be promiscuous here and avoid getting carried away with violence). c:

6.) Follow the Menewsha rules.

7.) You're allowed to have multiple characters but please PM me about it first.

8.) Submit your character bios to me (Yosuke Hanamura) via PM.

9.) Add "The Truth" in the subject line to let me know you went through these rules.

FAQ

Q: Do you allow original characters?

A: Absolutely! The only thing we ask in this RP is not to have a godmodding character or a perfect-in-everything-knows-everything Mary Sue/Gary Stu type of character either (homunculi can die too, y'know).

Q: What is this RP following?

A: We're basing this RP on the manga and Brotherhood anime canon (sorry fans of the 2003 anime).

Q: How many characters are we allowed to have?

A: For now, I'm putting a maximum of 3 main/canon characters per roleplayer (for now) but I haven't decided a limit on original/non-canon characters as of yet.

Q: Help! Someone's harassing me!

A: If someone is bothering/bullying you in this thread please tell me right away and I'll try to manage the situation. If I'm not available or if this matter is carried outside the thread please don't hesitate to contact a mod.

Q: I'm going on vacation/hiatus. Can I still come back?

A: If your vacation/hiatus is short you're more than welcome to. But please contact me about this and we'll try to work around this (especially if your break is longer than a couple of weeks).

Character Bios

Please submit your character's biography to me via PM using this format. Please be as descriptive as you can before submitting this so that I won't have to go back and re-edit your character's biography later. c:

Username:

Character: Add any nicknames/aliases for your character if they have any.

Age/Age appearance:

Race: State if your character is a homunculus, chimera, or a human.

Status: If your character is part of the military please make note of that character's rank here.

Physical features: You have to option to use a picture if you want instead of a written description.

Personality:

History:

Taken/Reserved Characters

Roy Mustang (Yosuke Hanamura)
Solf J. Kimblee (Yosuke Hanamura)

Canon Characters

Username: Yosuke Hanamura

Character: Roy Mustang [The Flame Alchemist]

Age/Age appearance: 29-30

Race: Human

Status: Colonel

Physical features: Roy has short black hair, slightly slanted black eyes, and light skin. Seen wearing his blue military uniform most of the time.

Personality: To most people: Roy is described to be somewhat lazy, a womanizer, and slightly arrogant. Underneath that, Roy is a dedicated person who cares deeply about changing his country for the better and is quite an intelligent individual who is skilled with flame alchemy. He also harbors guilt due to what he did in Ishval.

History: Roy was orphaned at a young age and was taken care of by his aunt, Chris Mustang. He joined the military to the dismay of his alchemy teacher (who was the father of Riza Hawkeye). After seeing the horrors the military has done in Ishval: Roy decided his goal was to become fuhrer to change the country for the better.

Username: Yosuke Hanamura

Character: Solf J. Kimblee [The Crimson Alchemist]

Age/Age appearance: Appears to be in early to mid 30s

Race: Human

Status: Former state alchemist/Major

Physical features: Pale skin, average height, long black hair swept into a long ponytail, devious expression. Wears a white suit complete with a white fedora after being released from prison. Kimblee also has a moon and sun transmutation arrays tattooed to his palms.

Personality: Kimblee is more or less the classic textbook definition of a sociopath. While he acts quite charismatically, possesses great intellect (most likely due to his photographic memory), and dresses nicely (preferably in white suits) he has no qualms about harming or killing others. He has an obsession with work and describes his destructive alchemy as if it were music.

History: After murdering six military officers, Kimblee was in prison until released by Fuhrer Bradley to aide him in seizing Scar and Dr. Tim Marcoh. During the Ishval War, Kimblee was given a Philosopher's Stone but refused to give it back to the higher ups. He gains possession of another Philosopher's Stone from Envy after being released making him a truly intimidating man.

Original/Non-Canon Characters

Username: Sw33tLips

Character: Raina Leering (( Rain ))

Age/Age appearance: Around 22

Race: Human

Status: Ishbalan refugee

Physical features: Tall and slim, she has the same brown skin and red eyes as her people. Her hair is waist-length and black.

Personality: Rain is almost silent. She is ticked off easily and is a good one on one fighter, yet she knows how to use a gun.

History: Rain was only a child when everyone she knew and loved was slaughtered by the state military. She escaped with her brother- who died years later- to the slums of the nearest city. Today, she fights for what she wants and trusts nobody.

Username: Orial

Character: Sable Nightrhode

Age/Age appearance: 19

Race: Chimera

Status: low ranking military member

Physical features: in human form. she is albino. Her chimeric form is a white lion with small vestigial wings, she can walk on two feet but most of the time walks on all fours.

Personality: Sable is a sweet young girl who shouldn't belong in the military at first glance. She can be a little nieve and is perhaps too easy to trust people. she is thankful for the military officer that saved her, at least so far, time will tell how her feelings with change if she finds out the truth.

History: Sable was chosen as an experiment when she was young, taken from an orphanage and given to a military officer to experiment upon for a Chimera project. She stunned him when she survived and showed her aptitude for minor transmutations. She grew up thinking that the officer was her father, no matter how bad the experiments got, she always forgave him. She wanted to do her part and has tried to become a state alchemist, much to the horror of those who created her.

(The thread is now open so once I approve your bio you're free to post!)

((I totally suck at intro paragraphs so please forgive me if it's like super terrible))

"U-Um, Colonel Mustang?" A mousy looking young woman stammered as she stood in front of the officer's desk. "It's your lunch break now. B-But if you want to sleep you could always use one of the rooms in the--"

"No need," the young man yawned as he got up from his chair. He rubbed the back of his neck as he stretched. "I wonder where Hawkeye is. I thought I would have been scolded for sleeping on the job by now. Thanks though, miss."

Dark overcast skies loomed over Central yet that had no effect on the bustling streets. Street cars and delivery trucks whirled by the main building for the military dropping people off as well delivering food for the mess hall.

"I just hope it doesn't rain," the colonel said extending his hand out to feel any rain droplets as he stepped outside. He placed his hands back into his pockets as he walked down the concrete stairways of the main building going towards the city.

(( I don't really know if my intro is alright... ))

"Street rat!" A voice from the alley called out. Raina only smirked in silence as she walked out calmly with her ripe apple in hand. She wrapped the dirt-covered cloak around her tighter and pulled up the hood, not caring how much dirtier her long black hair became. I should really cut it anyways... Its such a nuisance. she thought dismissively. As she looked up at the ominous sky, she frowned. This meant she'd have to find a place with a roof to sleep tonight- reminding her of how tough times were. Times were tough, yes, but when were they not? The thought made her roll her eyes.

The slender Ishbalan kept to the shadows of the slummy city part while keeping her eyes peeled. She realized where she was, then sighed. The nearest bridge was more than a few blocks away, and only god knew who else would be there with her. As she mulled it over, she walked- taking a bite out o the apple every now and then. Its time I ditch this city anyways... she smirked, remembering a rumor about a group of Ishbalan refugees that traveled throughout the desert. She then frowned, thinking of all the different possibilities that a trip like that could land her. She didn't want to die.

She grabbed the silver pendant hanging around her neck and took a deep breath. It was all she had left of her childhood. All she had left to remember. Swearing to live to it everyday was a routine she'd grown accustomed to. She didn't want to give up. She might've been a bit shady, but she was definitely a fighter.

Breaking her from the thoughts of travel was a single large raindrop that hit her smack in the forehead. She cursed under her breath and began walking faster. She didn't know it, but she was going towards Central. The closer she got, the more knots grew in her stomach. She rounded a fast corner and saw that a few of the military were out and about. She sneered in their direction- even though they couldn't see her. "Dogs." She huffed.

((It's good! I'm trying to compensate with my poor excuse of a post now. XD))

Drip. Drip. Drop.

"...And just my luck," the colonel gave a disgruntled sigh as he started to see the pattern of droplets land on the ground. Much to Roy's dismay it began to rain which was one of his weaknesses as flame alchemist. He shuddered at the thought of being taunted by his fellow officers especially Havoc once he returned to his office. Then again, there were worse things than being mocked. If Scar is still lurking around here I'm minced meat.

The nearest place where Roy could temporarily shelter himself from the rain was a street vendor that had a stack of news papers on the ground. Roy picked up a copy and read the main headline, "Ishavalans Spotted In Central: What Does This Mean For The Military? Hmm..." He skimmed through the first page of article since it mainly rambled about Scar and the State Alchemist and things he already knew. When he was about to put the paper back he paused to read the last paragraph outloud, "...A well-known pub in Central has been rumored to be housing in Ishavalan refugees. However, critics claim that this may mean trouble for the military. These critics imply that due to the bloody past the military and Ishval has had: these refugees might be plotting for revenge..." Roy pondered for a moment before his thoughts were interrupted by the old man running the vending stand.

"Hey! This ain't no library! So pay for the damn paper already!" The old man said pointing an accusing finger at Roy.

"Fine, fine. How much?" Roy said reaching into his pocket for change.

"350 cenz," the old man said with his palm open.

"Tch! But it says 200-- Nevermind." He placed a few coins in the man's hand and walked off with the newspaper under his arm.

Sable walked down the street, carrying books in her arms trying to get to the central library. her hood was pulled up over her head, to keep the rain at bay, but she kept her head up happily, looking for a safe place to escape from the rain itself, or at least a cab, if she could get a good fare.

Roy pulled out his pocket watch surprised at how much time had passed since he left his office, "Damn. I need to head back now." Placing his watch back into his pocket, Roy made sure that the newspaper didn't get wet from the rain. He began walking in the direction where the main building was, he made a detour to the library with the remaining time he had left.

The young girl, too worried about getting her books wet, began to jog at a pace, and didn't see a taller man in full military uniform began to turn a corner to come out in front of her. As a result of that, she ran headlong into him.

"Oof!" she squeaked falling back and dropping her books and papers. her hood fell back, and her long white hair fell out from the loose bun she had it in. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" she cried looking at the military officer she nearly run over.