Post by blackmagnolia on Jan 25, 2010 6:59:00 GMT -5
[/color]LIKE STARS IN HEAVEN,WE WALK THIS MILKY WAY;;
"Life's like a derringer, you only get one shot."
NAME;[/b] Dmitiri Schneider
AGE;[/b] 14
NICKNAMES;[/b] The Bullet-hell Alchemist
GENDER;[/b] Male
HEIGHT;[/b] 5' 5"
WEIGHT;[/b] 126 lbs.
HAIR COLOR;[/b] Brown
EYE COLOR;[/b] Light Brown
BUILD;[/b] Slender; Lean[/size]
WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR;;
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PERSONALITY;[/b]
Dmitri Schneider, the halfway famous Bullet-Hell Alchemist. Such a name for a such a brat, who exactly is he? Young, strong and ready to give his life for a good cause, that's how you'd be able to sum him up. Then again, the same could be said for anyone who joins the military these days. But there are many things that are quite different in comparison to most teens, most of them being in the personality.
No nonsense, serious, no sense of personality? Well, that may actually be true. Dmitri does not frolicking or involving himself in any frivolous action, such as playing around. He may be a serious person, but he does have a heart, a big heart to be honest. He'll fight for what is right, he'll fight to save lives and he'll fight to prevent death. Even so, the way to go about that is usually to cause death to others, but there is no hesitation to do so if that is what it takes. The point is to shut your heart off to the world so that your bullets always fly straight, hit their targets and kill without fail. Only a bullet shot by someone with a cold heart can pierce all their targets or so he believes. Even so, he's a person, dynamic and always changing. It is said that at times, he likes to be lighthearted and show his true colors.
Quiet. If he has nothing important to say, there's no point in talking whatsoever. Speak only when spoken to and if the one speaking has something good to say. He does not like involving himself in silly actions and includes ridiculous conversations. But even with that said, his mindset could one day be changed, by the hopes of a new world emerging out of the depths of the one that is being destroyed around him. If a new world was to be created, a new Dmitri would be created as well. But until that happens, the current him will continue to survive.
WEAPONS;[/b] A Revolver [Einshander]
ALCHEMY;[/b]
Dmitri's use of alchemy is rather unique, similar to the way Roy Mustang does his. Instead of drawing alchemy circles whenever he wants to use it, he simply draws the circles on his bullets, allowing him to perform alchemy by simply shooting the bullet from his gun, where the hammer also has a very small alchemy symbol draw on it which causes the reaction to start. With that said, he has various types of alchemy symbols drawn on his bullets, which allow for different effects for each one. Incendiary bullets, explosive bullets, stun rounds, and various other types of effects can be achieved.[/size]
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LIKE A SHOOTING STAR,ACROSS THE MIDNIGHT SKY;;
HISTORY;[/b]
Killing others is a sin, but so is standing by and watching others get killed even though you have an opportunity to save them. When does will turn into duty? Or rather, when do the two coincide and mean the exactly same thing? One obscurity after another, soon all the obscurities of life become a path for soul searching and eventually the youth leaves his home or so it has been said. Dmitri grew up in countryside, his parents wary of the dangers of the big city. Even though within Central there was protection, living outside the city just had its own beauty and glamor about it. A certain kind of aura that made even the most evil and hatred of men calm down and be still, allowing themselves to enjoy what beauty nature holds.
His father had been a military man himself and an avid alchemist, though not nearly good enough to pass the exams to become a State Alchemist. That was just fine, his father took the greatest pleasure in being able to serve the state in some way, that way just happened to be in the form of a gun and a uniform. Battles came and went, but his father kept returning home to his family, unscathed every single time. During his off time, Dmitri's father would take apart his favorite gun, an old, customized revolver that he was given by an older gentlemen back when he was a child and clean it thoroughly. Cleaning that gun and keeping up its good condition was a hobby, along with teaching his only son many valuable skills. What kind of skills? Some related to life in general, other related survival and others related to that of the military. As the first born son, Dmitri would have to serve if there was ever a war and he'd have to survive no matter what. He was taught to hunt, taught to shoot, taught to be able to fend for himself even in the most inhospitable of conditions.
With that in mind, three more siblings came along, two in the form of fraternal twin brothers and one in the form of the youngest sister. It was up to him and his mother to take care of them, considering that his father was constantly away on active duty, doing his best to protect the land and his family's future. Even though Dmitri's father had apparently been blasted away in a swarm of bullets, mowing the man down to bits. However, he had survived, but was in a coma. Even though his arms and left leg had been replaced with automail, it was a mystery if the man would ever awake. And so he stayed in hospital in Central City, probably never to return.
Using his father prized possession, that seemingly old weapon, he decided he'd turn himself into a weapon of the state, to be used without question in order to bring about peace to every nation. War had to end permanently, too many souls have been sacrificed for the selfish desires of nations to expand. Whoever got in his way would have to consider themselves unlucky, for he would blow them away with a single shot...he promised that. There was no way they'd ever accept a child into the ranks of the military, not at his age and not his skill level. He practiced his marksmanship every single day, from dawn to dusk, with barely any breaks in between. Though, training his eyes was only beginning, he'd have to train his body and his mind alike, that was the only way.
But, of course, one of the best ways to get a pass on age was to become a State Alchemist, something his father to do. The answer to that was simple, to become a great alchemist, to do something that's never been done. Dmitri's alchemy was intermediate at best, hardly anything worth noting, though alchemy was all about how you use your knowledge rather than actually having the knowledge. What was his answer to that problem? What was his solution to this equation that plagued his future? A single gun and the bullets that would be fired from it, those were his answers.
Once the young Dmitri thought he was ready, he decided it was time to leave home and try for that years State Alchemist exam, there was no harm in trying. Then again, by that point, Edward Elric had successfully become a State Alchemist not too long before, who was much skilled than he was. Even so, he decided that he stood a chance and that it was possible to achieve his goals, even without the support of his family who wished for him to stay home. He was a gun, a sword and shield for the State and for the welfare of the world, he'd do what was necessary and continue his father's legacy no matter what the cost to himself was.
With that mindset, that attitude, and that fierce look in his eyes, he passed the State Alchemy Exam and became one of the youngest State Alchemists around. However, his skills were to be seen as heavily combat orientated, so to the forefront of the battles is where he was to be sent. He was ready to kill and kill is what he did, in the name of the Bullet-Hell Alchemist. Not only could he fulfill his own dreams, but maybe he could finally uncover everything that was going in the world, especially since all the mysteries that keep arising seem to be widespread...
LIKES;[/b]
[+] Cold Weather
[+] Scenic Walks
[+] Quiet Places
[+] Shooting Practice
[+] Milk
DISLIKES;[/b]
[-] Loud Mouths
[-] Killing
[-] Babies
[-] Deserts
[-] Vegetables
STATUS;[/b] State Alchemist, Second Lieutenant[/size]
STARDUST SHINING IN YOUR EYES;;
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SAMPLE RP:[/b]
To give Azure what he wanted... to continue down the path of destruction and ruin, not of himself, but of others. He left nothing but broken homes, shattered dreams and the remnants of digimon in his wake. Everywhere he went, only death and deletion followed, Azure's hunger growing with absorption of each enemy. It didn't matter how many innocent digimon they defeated and absorbed, he just wanted more, he just wanted to be more powerful...the most powerful entity. To Shuu, it was disgusting, every time the boy looked in the mirror he just frowned in utter disdain of what he had become.
Six months. It had been six months since he his path of ruin had begun to be blazed. Lightning had just flashed and the thunder that followed had rattled the boy's small framed boy to the core, yet it didn't bother him one bit. If lightning had struck him and left him dead, it would be a welcomed death...a sweet release from all the horrors that he had done. Digimon died often by his hands, taking their data...their souls for himself and his partner. Why, oh why? Another exhale of air came out from his lungs, a sigh of sorrow? Yes, sorrow.
Who was he anymore? He was no longer the same boy from months back who loved the cute things that life had to offer. No longer the same boy who never took anything for granted and cherished all kinds of life. They only lives he cherished at this point was his own and Azure's, but those weren't truly his thoughts...they belonged to his partner and only his partner.
Selfishness.
Caring for one's self and only themselves, it was truly pitiful and sad. To not have anyone you wished to protect besides your own hide, that was the mark of a loveless fool who only wished to become powerful. Even Shuu could see that path led down nowhere except for the collapse of balance of one's existence, the self-destruction of an individual. He had been taught to love and cherish everything that was put before him in the world, yet he had also been taught to fight for power, to become stronger for the sake of himself. The two contradicted one another. One teaching told him to fight for himself while the other told him to fight for others. Picking and choosing, Shuu's weak point, the inability to correctly make a decision on the fly.
Indecisive.
Shuu's gaze drifted up toward the sky, looking up at the dark clouds, mulling over his innermost thoughts...wondering how he should move next. At this point, he was nothing more than a lowly murderer. How do murderers act?
Contemptuous
CUSTOM TITLE;[/b] The Piercing Bullet of Truth
The [color=Blue][b]Piercing Bullet[/b][/color] of [color=cornflowerblue][i]Truth[/i][/color]PASSWORD;[/b][/size] Sinful[/blockquote]
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