Fullmetal Alchemist: Armis Exposcere Pacem

[True.Lies]

Fullmetal Alchemist: Armis Exposcere Pacem
"They demanded peace by force of arms."



Story

Six years after the end of the series, a second war, born from the first, is taking place. The conflict between the Ishablans and the Alchemists escalates, over Ishbalan rights and freedom from the State. State alchemists are slowly losing respect and authority in a world that is rapidly developing new scientific and medical methods.

Fear of alchemy has spread far since the recent catastrophic events and chain reactions caused by the homunculi all over the continent. Alchemists find themselves even more outcast then before, after the State passes new laws restricting the use of alchemy and the powers of their own alchemists. New, illegal groups of practicing Alchemists are forming underground, comprised mostly of deserters and inexperienced students. With no set goals after the greivances, losses and failures caused by the pursuit of alchemically amplifying substances such as the Philosopher's Stone and Red Water, alchemy as a science and art is slowly fading into obscurity.

It is up to a new generation of rebels to pick up the fight and determine a final, bloody victor. You can choose to fight for the state or Ishbalans, or remain neutral amidst the chaos. It is your choice.

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Characters

Full name:
Surname/Nickname:
Age:
Sex:
Profession/Class: (Alchemist, rebel leader, etc.)
Allignment: (for Ishbal, for the State, or neutral)
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon(s)/Alchemy: (automail limbs, swords, guns, fire, etc.)
Country of Origin: (somewhere in Europe? not sure)
Info:

[[ H ] oshi]

[My character comeing soon~]

Playing:

Roy mustang } SEXINESS~!
Riza Mustang } =D

[True.Lies]

((Yes, that is my bitch... no. you can't have him! MUAHAHA!))
(I'm aware he looks like Roy ;; I swear that was not intentional...)

Full name: Wolfram Rawlins VI
Surname/Nickname: Rawlins, "Wolfy" (utter hatred ><;
Age: Eh, sixteenish, seventeenish... looks twelve xD
Sex: Male, duh
Profession/Class: Parttime stupid altruistic kid, parttime alchemist.
Allignment: Neutral.
Appearance: What he looks like in my drawing O.o;; Pale, insanely skinny (toothpick style) with messy light brown hair, and one almost white golden-green eye. His other eye got poked out one day while he was showing off and being an asshole. So basically everything is his fault xDD Self-pity included.
Personality: ...To be perfectly honest he's sort of an idiot... so... yeah. He's really stupid. His hobbies include rescuing kittens and keeping them in his jacket, stating the obvious, getting high off of a lemonade like substance called "crackade", eating, and staring off into the distance angstily. He's a street kid who grew up in a bad part of the city, so he hates rich people, and has for the most part been learning alchemy by himself, from books he stole from said rich people. I'm aware this doesn't make sense ^_^;; But it doesn't have to! He's Wolfram! Ok? xD;;
Weapon(s)/Alchemy: Your basic pirated-Alchemy. And a small handgun. Which he prominently displays when walking towards the food-demo areas in grocery stores, because, damnit, MANGOES ARE TASTY.
Country of Origin: Germany. Currently living in France with his seme GOOD FRIEND Matteo.
Info: He's basically a younger, weirder version of my muse... so... BE NICE TO HIM T_T;; Your characters can be mean to him but... understand... that this leads to angsting and practical joke revenges. There are CONSEQUENCES.

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Full name: Matteo Amato
Surname/Nickname: Matt, "Matty" (kill you in your sleep ;;;;
Age: Eighteen, looks fifteen.
Sex: Looks like a boy who looks like a girl who acts like a boy who likes girls but really likes boys. But we're not quite sure.
Profession/Class: Crackade & gum vendor, homeless kid, undiscovered genius, etc.
Allignment: Neutral.
Appearance: What he looks like in my drawing O.o;; (coming soooooon) Weird olive toned skin. Spiky, gravity-defying hair, dyed GREEN. A red star has been tattooed beneath his right eye. He wears lots of black. Because HE CAN. Also, a coat, that is home to several dozen vials of poison, chemicals, elements etc. for alchemy. Basically Wolfram's walking backpack... and human shield. haha that's funny for some reason.
Personality: Mean. He is mean. NEVER FORGET. Stresses out alot about food and shelter and has a very wicked temper. Suffers from sudden excruciating headaches and mysterius fevers. Also, frequent hallucnations due to taking stolen meds for said ailments. Thus, kicks things alot to make sure they are real. While he can't perform alchemy himself he is quite the scholar. Or nerd, depending. Very morbid sense of humor (blood just KILLS HIM) Interested in things with gears, and wires, and shit. Likes Wolfram, dogs and old people who give him free juice, but pretty much nothing else. Plays the piano. His goal in life is to find the magical pills that can cure SUDDEN RAAAAGE.
Weapon(s)/Alchemy: Explosives, poison, knives.
Country of Origin: Italy. Currently living in France with his uke GOOD FRIEND Matteo.
Info: He likes to sing. I SAW HIM ON TV HE IS A SINGER D: Wolfram wishes he would make money for wine, but no. Also, GAY. HE'S GAY. GAY GAY GAY GAY ughh don't tell him though. He's in permanent denial. DENIAL. Don't tell him. DON'T DIE. YOU WILL DIE D:

[[ H ] oshi]

Full name: Derrek K. Mustang

Surname/Nickname: Derry, D-kun

Age: 17


Sex: Male

Profession/Class: Alchemist

Allignment: State (cause he is the son of Roy and Riza, sheesh!)

Personality: Depressing, clam, kind, loveing, and sometimes only thinks for himself rather than others. Usually found to be quite like his father, he hates that. Being called "Mini-Roy" when he looks more like "Mini-Riza." For the people of the state calling him that he wishes he could just blow them up.

But being held back by his parent's he is unable to, though they take care of it themselves.


Weapon(s)/Alchemy: Fire (Yay~!)

Country of Origin: Uhm...Paris~

Info: At a young age, Derrek was brought before the state to become apart of the state as his father was, along with his mother. Given a copy of the sign on his father's glove, he was allowed to use fire with a single snap of his fingers.

Gaining this ability he slowly made his way up the ranks at the age of 13.

Now being the assistant of his mother and father, he has to spend all the time in the world with them. Oh Boy... ._.