Post by Riza Hawkeye on Aug 6, 2011 0:18:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=style, background-color: #003f87; border-top: 6px solid #003F87; border-bottom: 6px solid #003F87; border-right: 6px solid #003F87; border-left: 6px solid #003F87; opacity: 0.85; -moz-opacity: 0.85;][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,ffffff,true][bg=003F87][atrb=width,490,true][atrb=height,330,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] riza hawkeye   NAME. Riza Hawkeye AGE. Twenty Seven GENDER. Female GROUP. Military OCCUPATION. Lieutenant, Central POSITIVE TRAITS. rational, tough, kind, protective, confidant. NEGATIVE TRAITS. represses emotion, workaholic, too serious, always tense, aloof. LIKES. target practice, being busy, tea, her puppy (black hayate), running errands DISLIKES. disorder, laziness, unjust actions, grabby men, senseless killing. GOALS. "protecting someone" and "doing everything in her power to help him reach his goal". FEARS. failing, losing those close to her, imperfection SKILLS. firearms and strategy. HISTORY. Riza was raised by Berthold Hawkeye after losing her mother early on, and though raised well was not very emotionally attached to him. She as in her late teens when he passed away, leaving the only research he had become obsessed with as a tattoo on her back. The closest thing she had left to family was Roy Mustang, a young alchemist who had been studying under her father for awhile. He told her he was joining the military, and that whenever she needed him, and told her of his plans to join the military. She showed him the research, and he left to become a state alchemist. Riza attended military academy not long after. She excelled at the academy, and as a result was shipped out to fight in Ishval, where she experienced horrors beyond her worst nightmares: horrors that she herself caused. Taking lives daily for seven years does something to a person, and if had a definite impact on Riza. There were many questions, many doubts, much heartache... and she wouldn't have gotten through it all without the help of Roy Mustang, who she reunited with during the war, and the friends she made during that time. Her marksmanship with the gun didn't go unnoticed, however, and she became known as the "The Hawks Eye". After the war was over, she asked Roy to burn the tattoo so her father's work couldn't be used to harm anyone else. After being deployed, she actually stayed with the military despite all of her struggles in the war, and was assigned directly under Mustang, who made her his right hand man, trusted with his protection and a commitment to help him follow his dreams and accomplish his goals. She has continued to work beside him, especially in the past few years when they met Edward Elric and his brother Alphonse, when they got caught up in the discovery of the corruption of the military. She stayed by his side as a loyal officer, even when separated from him by the forces working to obliterate not only the country they served, but mankind itself. She worked undercover in the face of danger, obeying every order from Mustang even when not directly under his ruling, and when everything was fixed and Central and the whole of the world (technically) was safe once again, she didn't move from his side. She continues to work at his side to this day, as loyal and steadfast in her goals to help and protect him as ever. FACE CLAIM. riza hawkeye, fullmetal alchemist ROLEPLAY SAMPLE. Being in Lima for four days was just as weird as Vanity had imagined it to be. She would hear her parents marvel about change, about how different the place looked from when they had arrived there, but now she got what they were talking about. New buildings, knocked down trees, added roads and strange faces. It wasn't a very large city: people got to know people. But now, Vanity knew the meaning of being a stranger in her own home. When she had arrived in her old house, she was put into an almost dreamlike state, how just her absence had changed the look of it. Her room was vacant of all of her childhood memories: just a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, and a lamp, and none of them hers. Only the holes in the walls where she had kept magazine pages and cork boards. The dream had lasted even until today, five days later in New York City. The trip had been in her summer plans for awhile, but she couldn't shake the oddness of Lima, the Lima she had walked into and the one she usually knew. She sat on a bench in the park, glancing every once in awhile from her notebook to the playground, but immediately back again. One might pass by and call her a workaholic parent, taking her kid to the park and bringing her latest assignment with her on a vacation weekend. But she wasn't even working, to be honest. Just thinking. In the three days she had spent back in her hometown, she hadn't gone outside much, except to the store to pick up something for her mother. She had seen an old teacher, who cooed over Jaci and smiled at her... but it was more a smile of sympathy than anything. Since Jaci was born she had learned to discern the smiles. There was the wide and genuine "aw, look, she's taking care of her kid as a young mother and doing well" smile, the almost tilted "wow, she must be struggling so hard" smile, and the tight lipped "well, should have kept your legs closed, look what you did. another statistic" smile. She was most used to the latter. A purple cap suddenly fell into her lap, and she looked up to see her child crawling on the bench next to her, laying her head on her lap right over the notebook that had been sitting there for the past hour. She made a low groaning sound, stretching like some kind of cat. Vanity couldn't help but smile, and moved her blonde hair from in front of her face, smiling down into her greyish blue eyes. "Hey, kiddo. Ready to go?" Before she could even finish the sentence, she ran off towards the playground again, and Vanity sat back, smiling before looking back down at the notebook, now crumpled. Jacqueline brought nothing but smiles to her, even since she'd been born. She could be so annoyed, so aggravated, then look down at Jaci and do nothing but smile. It was similar to an effect the child's father had on her before... Looking up, she scanned the playground, ready to join her child and return her hat to her, but she couldn't the the head of pale blonde that was so easy to pick out anywhere. 'Damnit, Jaci, you just know how to vanish, don't you?' she thought as she quickly stood, feeling that sinking sick feeling she unfortunately knew all too well. It only took a few steps to find her. She had wandered to the left, and managed to run into someone. Part of her wanted to yell at Jaci for scaring her, the other for being exactly like someone she missed very much... "I'm so sorry about that... Jaci? Did you say sorry?" she said as she approached the woman, offering a smile before looking sternly at the child. Jaci grumbled an inaudible apology then buried her face in her mother's leg, clutching at her shirt. "I think that was a sorry" she said with a laugh, deciding to be cordial. Vanity quite liked conversation. MY NAME IS KELLS AND I'VE BEEN BREATHING AIR FOR TWENTY YEARS. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 1.3 YEARSW. MY OTHER CHARACTER'S ARE NOT MADE YET |
