Olley has been accepted as Edward Elric! Welcome Olley!
OOC INFO Name: Olley Age: 21 Pronouns: They/them Timezone: PST Triggers: moths, opiates Anything Else?: I’d love an Alphonse to write with in this RP OwO
IC INFO Character: Edward Elric Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Faceclaim: Nick Roux Age: 16 Role: Student House: Ravenclaw Wand: Ash and Dragon Heartstring, 9" Patronus: Cardinal Blood Staus: Half-blood Bio: Ed was raised by his muggle mother, Trisha Elric, in the Irish countryside. His wizard father had left the family, but that didn’t stop Ed from showing signs of magic early on. He was performing nonverbal magic before he could form words. Then, the very year he recieved his Hogwarts Letter, Trisha fell mortally ill. She died before he could leave for the Hogwarts, and Ed was beyond grief. He began studying his father’s abundance of Dark Magic books, specifically in regards to Necromancy. The attempt to bring his mother back to lifeback fired horribly, though, and he lost his left leg in the aftermath. Family friends, the Rockbells, were gifted Healers and designed a fully functional prosthetic leg for him. He’s gotten pretty used to it over the years, though on his wearier days he sometimes uses a cane. Ed has a general mistrust of the Magical Community after knowing what can go wrong, and he fears the taint of Dark Magic will never leave his soul.
SAMPLE Edward was laying atop the astronomy tower, having managed to climb it in spite of his false leg. He was basking in the heat of the day, an Arithmancy book shading his eyes from the sun. It was early in September, and the cold spell that would linger through March had not hit yet. There was nothing that pleased Ed more than a glorious view and solitary reading. Every few pages, he would set to book in his lap, sit up, and drink in the vistas of lake and forest and mountain before reclining and picking up where he’d left off. After an hour or so, he noticed the dryness in his throat. The sunbeams absorbed into his blue robes, leaving him in a cocoon of heat. Still, the laziness of where he laid, supine against the tower’s turret, made moving a disagreeable option - especially with his uncooperative prosthetic. Frowning, he removed his wand from within his robes, pointing it at his mouth. “Aguamenti,” he said, and the spurt of water hit his face. He opened his mouth and gulped several times before he realized someone was giggling. The stream of water stopped, and Ed turned his dripping face toward the sound. “Shut up! I didn’t have enough time to open my mouth after - I SAID SHUT UP!” he shouted, face getting redder as the unidentified giggling intensified.