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Post by Alleck Davisson [Scar] on Oct 19, 2009 1:03:31 GMT -6
I'm applying for this character on the basis that I will apply for one of the 3 remaining canons as well.
Picture: None, as of yet.
Alias: Deadeye?
Name: Alleck Davisson
State Title: The Deadeye Alchemist
Age: 32
Rank: Lt. Major
Gender: Male
Weight: 187 lbs.
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Personality: Alleck is a domineering sort of man. He tends to take charge if he sees weakness in command, to as full of an extent as he possibly can. He’s ruthless, sometimes to the point of brutality, but no one can question his efficiency in handling his affairs and seeing to the task at hand. While he isn’t required to be a soldier, he is more relaxed, reserved, and quiet, usually not volunteering, but certainly willing to impart wisdom accrued over his time in the military. He’s not above, laughing and joking, but he simply isn’t the kind to seek out such emotion. He is quite intelligent, and you will hear it in the way he speaks, which is refined, elegant, and formal. Typical educated soldier.
Physical Description: Tall, imposing, and yet oddly lacking in menace one would expect for such stout man. His face is well defined and well shaped, sporting the average manly bone structure with defined cheeks, jaw, and chin. He has vibrant, even if tired-looking brown eyes, and he sports week-old stubble that shades his jaw and rings his mouth. Long, neck-length hair is unkempt, except for being pulled back behind his ears, and loosely tied in a makeshift ponytail, which is less apparent due to the military cap he wears. His uniform is typical of that of the State, and well pressed, even if slightly worn and his boots scuffed. He carries the obligatory crests and badges worthy of his rank and Alchemical prowess.
History: Alleck was born to a wealthy family from Central. The men of the family were military through and through for many generations. His father served proudly and retired a Lieutenant, but it was his grandfather, Johannes Davisson, Who was a retired State Alchemist, that taught the ways of alchemy to young Alleck. The majority of his childhood was spent sequestered away learning the fundamentals of alchemy and military principles under the watchful eye of Grandpa Johannes. When he came of age, he joined the military as an enlisted man and was promptly sent to the frontlines of the Ishballan massacre as a Sergeant, thanks in no small part to his family and their political maneuvering. He did not allow his distaste for such a hopeless uprising, nor the overaggressive response of the military to distract him from his duty. A fortunate field promotion landed him the rank of captain, and upon returning to Central a year later, Lieutenant for having taken part in the short-lived ‘occupation’. It was then he decided to pursue State certification for Alchemy. A year of arduous training and study found Alleck adapting his alchemy to a purpose he was well-suited to. Killing. More specifically, with firearms.And with the military brass and the Fuhrer himself witnessing, he used this alchemy to defeat his competition, though simply by disrupting and breaking their creations, which was done by weapons and ammunition created on site, since firearms were disallowed in the exam area. He won over the higher-ups, and was awarded the title Deadeye Alchemist by his peers. The rest of his history involves his service to the state in peacekeeping and offensive maneuvers as infantry support, as well as several solo missions of the highest priority to the state. At present, he is in Central awaiting commands by the otherwise tied up military command.
Other: His State Alchemist power is the conversion of firearms, from the size, shape, caliber, and firing speed to the composition and makeup, and even the ammunition type. He carries two semi-automatic .45 pistols which bear transmutation circles etched into them, and uses a small pack attached to the back of his belt to carry around miscellaneous items used as material for transmutations, as well as the clips of his ammunition bandoleer usually beneath his military uniform.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
Alleck was bored. This seemed to be the modus operandi of his existence these days. He was confined to the city of Central, and though one might think that he could find plenty of things to amuse himself with, it was a soldier’s worst fear to be held in reserve when so much turmoil wracked the state. He was sitting at a desk in Headquarters, leaning back in the chair with his feet propped up on the tabletop, and his arms were crossed. He was watching the non-essential staff hard at work filing papers and the like. How could he be stuck overseeing such menial labor? It was embarrassing. With Mustang sent to the East, and Armstrong who KNOWS where, Alleck couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something to earn the ire of the higher ups. “Feh. This is pitiful.” He murmured slowly, his tone barely audible above the rush of paper. He noted that he had caught the attention of one of the secretaries, and his expression shifted into one more apologetic. He held up a hand and chuckled reassuringly. “Forgive me. Just speaking aloud.” He informed her. However, his train of thought was broken by the sharp ring of the telephone on his desk. He dropped his feet and bent forward eagerly to meet whatever news awaited on the other side of the line. “Lt. Major Davisson.” He said formally upon bringing the receiver to his ear. A moment passed. “Understood, Sir.” Was his only reply. He set the phone back on the cradle. He could not suppress the grin forming on his lips. “Finally. Orders…”
Picture: None, as of yet.
Alias: Deadeye?
Name: Alleck Davisson
State Title: The Deadeye Alchemist
Age: 32
Rank: Lt. Major
Gender: Male
Weight: 187 lbs.
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Personality: Alleck is a domineering sort of man. He tends to take charge if he sees weakness in command, to as full of an extent as he possibly can. He’s ruthless, sometimes to the point of brutality, but no one can question his efficiency in handling his affairs and seeing to the task at hand. While he isn’t required to be a soldier, he is more relaxed, reserved, and quiet, usually not volunteering, but certainly willing to impart wisdom accrued over his time in the military. He’s not above, laughing and joking, but he simply isn’t the kind to seek out such emotion. He is quite intelligent, and you will hear it in the way he speaks, which is refined, elegant, and formal. Typical educated soldier.
Physical Description: Tall, imposing, and yet oddly lacking in menace one would expect for such stout man. His face is well defined and well shaped, sporting the average manly bone structure with defined cheeks, jaw, and chin. He has vibrant, even if tired-looking brown eyes, and he sports week-old stubble that shades his jaw and rings his mouth. Long, neck-length hair is unkempt, except for being pulled back behind his ears, and loosely tied in a makeshift ponytail, which is less apparent due to the military cap he wears. His uniform is typical of that of the State, and well pressed, even if slightly worn and his boots scuffed. He carries the obligatory crests and badges worthy of his rank and Alchemical prowess.
History: Alleck was born to a wealthy family from Central. The men of the family were military through and through for many generations. His father served proudly and retired a Lieutenant, but it was his grandfather, Johannes Davisson, Who was a retired State Alchemist, that taught the ways of alchemy to young Alleck. The majority of his childhood was spent sequestered away learning the fundamentals of alchemy and military principles under the watchful eye of Grandpa Johannes. When he came of age, he joined the military as an enlisted man and was promptly sent to the frontlines of the Ishballan massacre as a Sergeant, thanks in no small part to his family and their political maneuvering. He did not allow his distaste for such a hopeless uprising, nor the overaggressive response of the military to distract him from his duty. A fortunate field promotion landed him the rank of captain, and upon returning to Central a year later, Lieutenant for having taken part in the short-lived ‘occupation’. It was then he decided to pursue State certification for Alchemy. A year of arduous training and study found Alleck adapting his alchemy to a purpose he was well-suited to. Killing. More specifically, with firearms.And with the military brass and the Fuhrer himself witnessing, he used this alchemy to defeat his competition, though simply by disrupting and breaking their creations, which was done by weapons and ammunition created on site, since firearms were disallowed in the exam area. He won over the higher-ups, and was awarded the title Deadeye Alchemist by his peers. The rest of his history involves his service to the state in peacekeeping and offensive maneuvers as infantry support, as well as several solo missions of the highest priority to the state. At present, he is in Central awaiting commands by the otherwise tied up military command.
Other: His State Alchemist power is the conversion of firearms, from the size, shape, caliber, and firing speed to the composition and makeup, and even the ammunition type. He carries two semi-automatic .45 pistols which bear transmutation circles etched into them, and uses a small pack attached to the back of his belt to carry around miscellaneous items used as material for transmutations, as well as the clips of his ammunition bandoleer usually beneath his military uniform.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
Alleck was bored. This seemed to be the modus operandi of his existence these days. He was confined to the city of Central, and though one might think that he could find plenty of things to amuse himself with, it was a soldier’s worst fear to be held in reserve when so much turmoil wracked the state. He was sitting at a desk in Headquarters, leaning back in the chair with his feet propped up on the tabletop, and his arms were crossed. He was watching the non-essential staff hard at work filing papers and the like. How could he be stuck overseeing such menial labor? It was embarrassing. With Mustang sent to the East, and Armstrong who KNOWS where, Alleck couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something to earn the ire of the higher ups. “Feh. This is pitiful.” He murmured slowly, his tone barely audible above the rush of paper. He noted that he had caught the attention of one of the secretaries, and his expression shifted into one more apologetic. He held up a hand and chuckled reassuringly. “Forgive me. Just speaking aloud.” He informed her. However, his train of thought was broken by the sharp ring of the telephone on his desk. He dropped his feet and bent forward eagerly to meet whatever news awaited on the other side of the line. “Lt. Major Davisson.” He said formally upon bringing the receiver to his ear. A moment passed. “Understood, Sir.” Was his only reply. He set the phone back on the cradle. He could not suppress the grin forming on his lips. “Finally. Orders…”
