Shaun Vinly

[stoneblood]

Alias: Shaun The StoneBlood Alchemist

Name: ShaunMichael Reginald Vinly

Age: 19

Gender: M

Weight: 125 lbs

Height: 5'11"

Hair: ShaunMichael's brown hair is of medium length, slightly curled. Reaches slightly past his eyes.

Eyes: Light Brown

Personality: Shaun is a usually calm and overall happy guy. Loves friends. If anyone were to threaten or harm anyone close to him would reveal his extreme temper. Through all other occurrences he keeps a level head. Very comfortable with people of all kind. Driven, he will never surrender or back down no matter the situation. When angered, he completely changes personalities. He becomes enraged, unforgiving, and even cruel. He has no problem taking a life in this rage.

Physical Description: Shaun is a boy that looks slightly younger than his true age. He is of an athletic build, though not terribly ripped and defined. He always has a smile on his face, showing his very white teeth. He has a transmutation circle tattooed on his right arm, allowing him to coat it with stone or steel, greatly increasing his strength. His hands are slightly scarred from numerous battles. Despite his almost scrawny upper build, his legs are extremely powerful. Even after transmuting his arm, he still has a vertical leap well beyond that of anyone his build.

History: Shaun came from an average family. When he was 4, his father was murdered by an ex-state alchemist. Feeling powerless, he devoted his life to protecting others using that which killed his father. This broke his mother's heart and she shortly committed suicide after he passed his state alchemy exam at the age of 17. From that day, he devoted himself to the military. He carries a small backpack with him that contains a notebook with pre-drawn, everyday transmutation circles (door out of a wall, wall out of the ground, the sorts) Over the past year, he has been learning to focus his anger into other, less damaging, areas. Shaun always carries around at least 2 reading books. When not carrying out the deeds of the military, he studies up on the history of alchemy, and the great works of famous alchemists.

Other: The circle on Shaun's right arm allows for his signature transmutation. He pulls the stone/metal from ground or some other nearby source, creating a sort of exo-suit for his arm. So long as he stays near the source, he can change certain aspects of the arm, such as size, shape, and density. He carries with him a memento of his past family, his mother's pendant and his father's cloak. Both are extremely dear to him. Shaun is a very dedicated soldier, but this doesn't mean he can't think for himself. He simply believes that, for now, the military is the best way to service the people.

--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--

"No...."
ShaunMichael couldn't even muster the energy for a yell. He simply stood there, looking upon the corpse that belonged to his beautiful mother. There was simply nothingness within him. He felt no pain. No anger. Not even shame. It was almost as if his soul had just been devoured.
"I could have protected you....I could have stopped you. Mother, can't you see? With this arm, I can protect everyone."
Shaun held his right arm in the air, scabbed and bloody, there was a mark upon his arm.
"Alchemy is not just some power to kill,it....it..."
Shaun couldn't finish his sentence.
"I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU!!"
He yelled, knowing nothing was around.
"I'LL SAVE EVERYONE. THIS WORLD WILL BE A BETTER PLACE. I MAY BE BUT ONE MAN, BUT I WILL NOT REST TILL THIS WORLD IS HOW WE DREAMED IT WAS"
"Mother....."
Tears fell from his eyes, staining his father's deep black cloak.

Shaun screamed as he awoke from his nightmare, his right arm extended into the darkness of night. He quickly reached for his neck, finding his mother's pendant still there. He left a sigh of relief. He finally realized he was drenched in sweat. He threw his clothes in the laundry room as he started the shower.
"This isn't fair"
He slammed his fist into the shower wall.
"Experiencing it once was more than enough."
He stood there, letting the hot water run over him, hoping to wash away this memory.

As he put on clean clothes, he thought back to the promise he made. Could he really save everyone? What if they didn't want saving?
"No use worrying I guess. Well there's no way I'm sleeping tonight, might as well catch up on reading."
Shaun pulled out his copy of "An Open Entrance to the Closed Palace of the King" and read till morning....

(Kinda hoping to temp Armstrong till I can use this one)

[AG]

1/3 looks good to me

[velinda]

2/3 Aprrroved as well.

[Alleck Davisson [Scar]]

Approved 3/3