Post by amouri on Jun 28, 2009 10:47:39 GMT -6
I HAVE READ THE RULES
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PICTURE BY raptorbarry.deviantart.com
Alias: Number 81
Name: Joshua Glejda Hennings
Age: 26
Gender: Male DUH.
Weight: 170 pounds xD he's pretty heavy.
Height: 5'7''
Hair: It’s a white plume x3
Eyes: Gold tinted orbs.
Personality: Being a somewhat pampered child of a wealthy family, he's pretty much of an asshole, sarcastic and slightly snobby.
He's irritable, and is always slightly bitter at the fact he was reduced to an armoured soul.
He's proud, sees himself as being slightly better than everyone else, or at least those unable of alchemy.
Though even though he IS able of performing alchemy, he prefers not to because of the effect it has on him.
His whole existence has turned into a slightly apathetic way to be, him preferring to dwell in the shifting masses of thought and emotion that are the closest he can come to sleep.
It has actually occurred that he has ‘slept’ for weeks before stirring.
He’s quite the flirter, or used to be, though his affection for the ladies was normally onesided.
His weapon, a silver trident, is not the result of his skill, but just the fact that he chose it randomly out of the weapons the armoured guards of lab five were supplied with. With practice he learned to wield it like an expert, though of course his use of it is still slightly stunted by the fact that he taught himself, and that there ain’t much one can do with an over dimensional fork, except stabbing.
His skill in hand-to-hand combat is near to nil, so overall he isn’t that much of a fighter.
He is slightly cowardly, preferring to save his own skin at all times, though on those rare occasions he decides to help his friends (If he has any) he does his best.
Technically, he should have failed at life. But seeing as he’s armour, and he was stationed in one of the most empty research labs, he ‘failed’ to do so.
He has a few times considered destroying his own bloodseal, but dismisses that, “Because I’d probably end up screwing that up too.”
Physical Description: The suit which homes his soul is composed nearly entirely of overlapping chain-mail and scale-like plates, earning him the nickname ‘fishie’ among his fellow guardians. His helmet is relatively open, which makes it pretty easy to realize that the armour is empty on the inside. His eyes glow with a faint golden light, behind his cross-shaped noseguard.
An elegant white plume sits on top of the helm, while the forehead is adorned with a circle of small bolts, more for decoration than for keeping the helmet together.
His bloodseal is under his right shoulder, being in exactly that spot that avoids it rubbing against the other shoulder plates.
History: Born into a rich family, life was pretty easy for him. The only discipline he got was from his rule obsessed father, who died when the young Joshua turned 15.
His mother was not the strong type, and let the boy do what he wanted, getting him all that he wanted.
Josh wasn’t the type to mourn over his dead father, but was more relieved at the fact that he was free of his fathers iron grip.
He spent the next few years by the local inns, regularly getting drunk and ending up in bed with whichever girl who wanted the money.
After some time though, his few friends who weren’t his companions for the money alone, made him realize that he wasn’t doing what he should be doing with his life.
He decided to work for the state, seeing as they had many things to offer that normal jobs couldn’t give him. He decided to become an alchemist, but failed the alchemy exam.
However, a military official gave him a proposition, which gave him the choice of working at an alchemical research lab, run by the government.
He needed no state authorisation for that, and promptly said yes.
It turned out to be slightly dodgier than he’d expected, but the pay was good and that was all that mattered to him, seeing as his mother had at last opened her eyes and refused to supply him with the money he claimed he couldn’t live without.
After a lot of shifting around from the various alignments of experiments there were, he ended up in the rather small compartment led by Abel Tlacka, one of the leading authorities on soul transmutation at the time.
After many experiments, Joshua witnessed one of his first ‘big’ arrangements, and through a dreadful twist of fate he found himself a part of it.
Apparently, every now and then, Tlacka got the authorisation to transmute a number of humans into armour, which could possibly help other scientists understand the meaning of human soul binding, and lead them closer to human transmutation.
The general idea was also that they could be used in war, but that was the same story for all the experiments in the lab, and it was very unlikely they would ever be used.
However, at the time Joshua didn’t think of that, and gladly volunteered to be one of the many alchemists that were needed for the transmutation.
The humans supplied were convicted criminals, smuggled out in secret from the prison next door.
They were all supplied with Red Water, a simpler form of the legendary Philosophers Stone, which was also being researched heavily in the lab at the time.
The ritual went well, with only minor exceptions to the various prisoners.
But not for Joshua.
The reason to what happened then still puzzles him today, for he must’ve drawn the binding array of blood wrong somehow, for when he activated it, he found his own soul being sucked into the void.
When he awoke, he found himself in the same armour that he’d tried to bind the prisoner too, with the prisoner looking quite surprised at his turn of luck.
Because of the risks of the goings on at the lab would be revealed, Tlacka decided to treat Joshua as any other experiment, sending a note to his family that he had been killed by a chimera, whilst locking the unfortunate alchemist up and giving him the random certification number 81.
Not so long after, the lab was supposedly abandoned for some reason or other, and the armoured prisoners were freed by the apparent new ‘owners’ of the lab.
They were instructed to guard it with their life, to make sure that nothing came in…or out alive.
Other: His alchemy is somewhat restricted, owing to the fact that his failed transmutation did more than just bind himself to the armour.
A soul is like a bottomless void; it cannot be used up or emptied. Many debates have been going on how a soul actually looks like, but it has so many theories that it is deemed as impossible to be sure.
Anyhow, a soul is said to be of infinite amount. If one could simply ‘scoop’ a piece of the soul out, the remaining gap would be filled up immediately without diminishing the size of the soul.
The removed piece of soul however, would need suitable restrictions to function properly, or it would fade and die.
And even if it was kept alive, it would never function properly.
That is why soul binding is so tricky, for one must manipulate the soul well enough to bind the WHOLE thing, and not just a small part of it, one must take to whole thing at once, so it doesn’t automatically fill up in its host.
Therefore one must destroy the binding point in its original body, quickly hold it back before it passes through the gate, and then bind it so that it does not escape from its new host.
81’s soul was indeed bound, but it was bound in such a way that its replenishing powers were restricted, which led to his problems with alchemy.
Alchemy is powered by the goings of the gate, and is activated by the power of the soul, which explains why artificial life such as Homunculi cannot perform it (though there has been rare exceptions)
But seeing as Joshua’s soul no longer was infinite, how could he perform alchemy when every time he did so a small part of his soul disappeared?
Alchemy causes him great discomfort, sometimes even pain when he performs it. He has only performed it four times since the ritual, and each time he has felt weak, and sometimes even been incapable of movement or speech.
So, naturally he prefers to avoid it
He HAS seen the Gate, but like all other bound souls he is not aware of it, and can therefore not use it in his alchemy.
((YEAY lot of guesswork there. I haven’t seen the entire series, not read the whole manga, so I just guessed about the whole soul-gate-alchemy business.))
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
81 narrowed his orbs in irritation at the amount of nonsense which was spewing out from the armed butcher’s mouth.
“66, do us all a favour and shut up.. We don’t want you attracting to much attention like yesterday. Or was it the day before?”
He sighed inwardly and returned to his silent inspection of his nonexistent fingernails. Time was hard to acknowledge when one never lived properly, especially in the location they were in.
He growled in a disgruntled manner at the alchemist insult.
“If it weren’t for my kind, we’d all be dead. Though of course, this IS way worse than death.”
Once again he wished he hadn’t said yes to participating in the foul ritual, then he maybe wouldn’t have been wasting his now forever gone life in that hellish lab.
Surrounded by criminals.
Picture:
PICTURE BY raptorbarry.deviantart.comAlias: Number 81
Name: Joshua Glejda Hennings
Age: 26
Gender: Male DUH.
Weight: 170 pounds xD he's pretty heavy.
Height: 5'7''
Hair: It’s a white plume x3
Eyes: Gold tinted orbs.
Personality: Being a somewhat pampered child of a wealthy family, he's pretty much of an asshole, sarcastic and slightly snobby.
He's irritable, and is always slightly bitter at the fact he was reduced to an armoured soul.
He's proud, sees himself as being slightly better than everyone else, or at least those unable of alchemy.
Though even though he IS able of performing alchemy, he prefers not to because of the effect it has on him.
His whole existence has turned into a slightly apathetic way to be, him preferring to dwell in the shifting masses of thought and emotion that are the closest he can come to sleep.
It has actually occurred that he has ‘slept’ for weeks before stirring.
He’s quite the flirter, or used to be, though his affection for the ladies was normally onesided.
His weapon, a silver trident, is not the result of his skill, but just the fact that he chose it randomly out of the weapons the armoured guards of lab five were supplied with. With practice he learned to wield it like an expert, though of course his use of it is still slightly stunted by the fact that he taught himself, and that there ain’t much one can do with an over dimensional fork, except stabbing.
His skill in hand-to-hand combat is near to nil, so overall he isn’t that much of a fighter.
He is slightly cowardly, preferring to save his own skin at all times, though on those rare occasions he decides to help his friends (If he has any) he does his best.
Technically, he should have failed at life. But seeing as he’s armour, and he was stationed in one of the most empty research labs, he ‘failed’ to do so.
He has a few times considered destroying his own bloodseal, but dismisses that, “Because I’d probably end up screwing that up too.”
Physical Description: The suit which homes his soul is composed nearly entirely of overlapping chain-mail and scale-like plates, earning him the nickname ‘fishie’ among his fellow guardians. His helmet is relatively open, which makes it pretty easy to realize that the armour is empty on the inside. His eyes glow with a faint golden light, behind his cross-shaped noseguard.
An elegant white plume sits on top of the helm, while the forehead is adorned with a circle of small bolts, more for decoration than for keeping the helmet together.
His bloodseal is under his right shoulder, being in exactly that spot that avoids it rubbing against the other shoulder plates.
History: Born into a rich family, life was pretty easy for him. The only discipline he got was from his rule obsessed father, who died when the young Joshua turned 15.
His mother was not the strong type, and let the boy do what he wanted, getting him all that he wanted.
Josh wasn’t the type to mourn over his dead father, but was more relieved at the fact that he was free of his fathers iron grip.
He spent the next few years by the local inns, regularly getting drunk and ending up in bed with whichever girl who wanted the money.
After some time though, his few friends who weren’t his companions for the money alone, made him realize that he wasn’t doing what he should be doing with his life.
He decided to work for the state, seeing as they had many things to offer that normal jobs couldn’t give him. He decided to become an alchemist, but failed the alchemy exam.
However, a military official gave him a proposition, which gave him the choice of working at an alchemical research lab, run by the government.
He needed no state authorisation for that, and promptly said yes.
It turned out to be slightly dodgier than he’d expected, but the pay was good and that was all that mattered to him, seeing as his mother had at last opened her eyes and refused to supply him with the money he claimed he couldn’t live without.
After a lot of shifting around from the various alignments of experiments there were, he ended up in the rather small compartment led by Abel Tlacka, one of the leading authorities on soul transmutation at the time.
After many experiments, Joshua witnessed one of his first ‘big’ arrangements, and through a dreadful twist of fate he found himself a part of it.
Apparently, every now and then, Tlacka got the authorisation to transmute a number of humans into armour, which could possibly help other scientists understand the meaning of human soul binding, and lead them closer to human transmutation.
The general idea was also that they could be used in war, but that was the same story for all the experiments in the lab, and it was very unlikely they would ever be used.
However, at the time Joshua didn’t think of that, and gladly volunteered to be one of the many alchemists that were needed for the transmutation.
The humans supplied were convicted criminals, smuggled out in secret from the prison next door.
They were all supplied with Red Water, a simpler form of the legendary Philosophers Stone, which was also being researched heavily in the lab at the time.
The ritual went well, with only minor exceptions to the various prisoners.
But not for Joshua.
The reason to what happened then still puzzles him today, for he must’ve drawn the binding array of blood wrong somehow, for when he activated it, he found his own soul being sucked into the void.
When he awoke, he found himself in the same armour that he’d tried to bind the prisoner too, with the prisoner looking quite surprised at his turn of luck.
Because of the risks of the goings on at the lab would be revealed, Tlacka decided to treat Joshua as any other experiment, sending a note to his family that he had been killed by a chimera, whilst locking the unfortunate alchemist up and giving him the random certification number 81.
Not so long after, the lab was supposedly abandoned for some reason or other, and the armoured prisoners were freed by the apparent new ‘owners’ of the lab.
They were instructed to guard it with their life, to make sure that nothing came in…or out alive.
Other: His alchemy is somewhat restricted, owing to the fact that his failed transmutation did more than just bind himself to the armour.
A soul is like a bottomless void; it cannot be used up or emptied. Many debates have been going on how a soul actually looks like, but it has so many theories that it is deemed as impossible to be sure.
Anyhow, a soul is said to be of infinite amount. If one could simply ‘scoop’ a piece of the soul out, the remaining gap would be filled up immediately without diminishing the size of the soul.
The removed piece of soul however, would need suitable restrictions to function properly, or it would fade and die.
And even if it was kept alive, it would never function properly.
That is why soul binding is so tricky, for one must manipulate the soul well enough to bind the WHOLE thing, and not just a small part of it, one must take to whole thing at once, so it doesn’t automatically fill up in its host.
Therefore one must destroy the binding point in its original body, quickly hold it back before it passes through the gate, and then bind it so that it does not escape from its new host.
81’s soul was indeed bound, but it was bound in such a way that its replenishing powers were restricted, which led to his problems with alchemy.
Alchemy is powered by the goings of the gate, and is activated by the power of the soul, which explains why artificial life such as Homunculi cannot perform it (though there has been rare exceptions)
But seeing as Joshua’s soul no longer was infinite, how could he perform alchemy when every time he did so a small part of his soul disappeared?
Alchemy causes him great discomfort, sometimes even pain when he performs it. He has only performed it four times since the ritual, and each time he has felt weak, and sometimes even been incapable of movement or speech.
So, naturally he prefers to avoid it
He HAS seen the Gate, but like all other bound souls he is not aware of it, and can therefore not use it in his alchemy.
((YEAY lot of guesswork there. I haven’t seen the entire series, not read the whole manga, so I just guessed about the whole soul-gate-alchemy business.))
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
81 narrowed his orbs in irritation at the amount of nonsense which was spewing out from the armed butcher’s mouth.
“66, do us all a favour and shut up.. We don’t want you attracting to much attention like yesterday. Or was it the day before?”
He sighed inwardly and returned to his silent inspection of his nonexistent fingernails. Time was hard to acknowledge when one never lived properly, especially in the location they were in.
He growled in a disgruntled manner at the alchemist insult.
“If it weren’t for my kind, we’d all be dead. Though of course, this IS way worse than death.”
Once again he wished he hadn’t said yes to participating in the foul ritual, then he maybe wouldn’t have been wasting his now forever gone life in that hellish lab.
Surrounded by criminals.
