Post by Soul Hollow on Dec 27, 2010 1:37:04 GMT -5
Your Information
Your Username: kodyhollow
Your Display Name: Soul Hollow
Your Characters: Soul
Character Profile Information
Full Name: Soulless Hollow
Alias: Soul
Homunculus Name: Soul, he really never got one, he was just called a soulless hollow
Race: Homunculus
Age: 16-17 yrs
Height: 5'7.5"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Sex: male
Appearance: Soul looks like an incomplete version of Envy. His long hair is two different colors, left half white, right half black. Right eye is a homunculus eye while the left is a blue human eye. Also, he looks insomniac do to the black rings around his eyes. His ouroboros tattoo is located on the palm of his left hand. He has the special homunculus marking on the right side of his body, on his back. On the left side of his body, the place where the special marking is replaced by a large patch of discolored skin. Over clothes that are similar to Envy’s, he wears a jacket that’s black with red streaks and a white chest, black and white pants, black shoes, a gray, sleeveless hoodie underneath with the hood sticking out, and a pair Envy’s, while his left hand is free.
Weapon: Soul uses his own body as a weapon, although he is prone to grab random objects and use them as a weapon.
Character Abilities
Homunculus Ability: Soul can shape-shift, but he really doesn’t have any control over it. Most of the time, his left arm changes into a huge, grotesque green claw, and his left eye turns black with a purple iris. He can also grow fangs, a monkey’s tail, and has the ability to mimic certain animal traits. But what’s weird is that his regenerative abilities are slow in acting, so he stays wounded for a longer period of time, and he also sometimes doesn’t heal, then heals so quickly it’s in seconds.
Ouroboros Location: Palm of left hand.
Physical Fighting Abilities: Free style
Character Background
Personality: Soul is reckless, loud-mouthed, impatient, and immature. He carries some leader-like traits, but due to his current state, he would rather run head first into something than plan ahead. It is also shown that he carries a somewhat compassionate side to those who come close enough to him. He is also goofy and distrusting, not to mention quick-tempered and quick to pick a fight. It can be scary to see him when he unleashes his true powers, because he suddenly goes into a rage and destroys everything in sight. He can also be very “cool” when acting serious, and just because he’s a homunculus doesn’t mean he’s above flirting and teasing. And practical jokes.
Likes and Dislikes: He loves to play a good joke on someone, especially someone he doesn’t like, which is a lot. He hates snobby people, and people who give out orders. He hates orders and sitting still. He also wants to be acknowledged, and he is willing to do anything to get attention. A few more things about him is, though he has a head for heights, he’s not good with travel, often getting motion sickness. He can hang upside without being bothered, but when on a train or car, he gets sick very quickly. His favorite past time is playfully tormenting people by pulling practical jokes on them. Also, one final thing, he hates doctors and doesn’t want to have anything to do with them. HE HATES DOCTORS!
Birth Place: Creta, somewhere?
Current Location: Wanderer, doesn’t stick around in many places
History: Soul was created by a small team of scientists who had supported Father. They knew how to create philosopher’s stones, so they made one out of a few loners who were wandering the desert to use. Since they knew they’d need a shape-shifter to aid in spy-work, they thought of bringing Envy back from the dead. However, they couldn’t bring Envy’s philosopher’s stone back, only “part” of it, which led to the creation of Soul. At first it appears the experiment was a success, until Soul, in a sense of confusion, asked where he was and who were those people. The scientists tried to jot his memory, but Soul remembered nothing of Envy’s past. In frustration, the doctors tested and examined him, causing one doctor to discover he had a pulse, though his stone was inside of him. They thought that somehow, he was a cross between a human and a homunculus, or an incomplete homunculus, like parts of him were missing, and the human parts had to take over (a scientific condition called elastic adaption, which all human beings have). Soul was called by the doctors a failed experiment after they saw what he could do, or rather, couldn’t do, and they abandoned him. Soul later took to the streets in hopes of someone would help him, but everyone around him hated and isolated him for his nature. He finally ran away, entering into Amestris. However, he received the same treatment as before, and thus he grew bitter towards humans and distrusting. However, an idea came into his head that if he took over the world, no one could make fun of him anymore. So now’s he’s bent on world domination. Or for him, at least it seems like it. At first, he was completely by himself, and he’s fine with it. No one to let him down or backstab him. But secretly he desires companionship, though he plays out as the tough “lone wolf” very well. He’s looking out for number one, and he will take any one out of his way to get there.
Conclusion
Roleplay Sample:
The night was young, the moon being high in the sky. A sole figure crouched on a catwalk, grasping something in his hand. A pair of eyes looked out at the street below, one color of blue, the other red.
Walking leisurely along came a man with a parcel under his arm. His trench coat bellowed back as he strode along, completely oblivious of the figure watching him.
Until …
SPLASH!
Suddenly drenched in cold water, the man cried out in surprise before stumbling, landing on his butt firmly. Up on the catwalk, a shrill noise of laughter burst out, following the jerking movements of the figure. The man, noticing this, shook his fist at the figure. “Darn it, homunculus! You and your stupid pranks! One day you’ll be kicked out of this town just like the rest!”
The figure’s form was suddenly lightened by the rising moon, and a young man with black and white hair grinned mischievously out at the sitting man. “Really? That’s too bad. Normally, I invite myself in and out of towns of my own will.”
“Blast!” the man from below shouted. “Police! Someone catch that scum!”
The youth hollered, “Try as you might, but you’ll never catch me!” Suddenly, he was gone in a flash, leaping off the catwalk and running into the night, his feet carrying him far from the man and his shouts.
Once he had created a fair amount of distance, the youth stopped, pausing to catch his own breath. He looked over his shoulder, seeing where he had left, and then he grinned widely. He chuckled, giggling giddily to himself. “Haha, fool! That’s no way I can get caught.” He slipped his favorite pair of goggles over his ears, jumped down from the building he was standing, landing catlike on his feet. Walking alone, he strode through the back alley ways, the light of the moon creating his shadow to walk with him.
This young man’s name was Soul. He was alone, but he liked it that way. He was pretty well known through some parts of certain areas, do to a few of his clever, little pranks. However, most knew not of his existence, he planned to keep it that way.
That is, until he took over the world.
When that thought came into plan, Soul grinned to himself, excited at the thought of world domination. Everyone would have to accept him then. No one would dare call him a freak, or scum, again! No one in their right minds, anyway.
After some time of walking, Soul came upon his lodge, a small part of the town that had no one but hobos walking around. And it wasn’t like the hobos cared for a strange stranger walking in their midst. Half of them were probably refugees or criminals, so there’d be no part in revealing the location of a practical jokester.
His lodge consisted of a hammock made of a clean sheet he had “borrowed” from a laundry rack and a red backpack that held necessary provisions. Climbing into the hammock, he lied there on his back for a moment before turning over and closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep.
Not that, of course, it would last long before the dreams came…
Your Username: kodyhollow
Your Display Name: Soul Hollow
Your Characters: Soul
Character Profile Information
Full Name: Soulless Hollow
Alias: Soul
Homunculus Name: Soul, he really never got one, he was just called a soulless hollow
Race: Homunculus
Age: 16-17 yrs
Height: 5'7.5"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Sex: male
Appearance: Soul looks like an incomplete version of Envy. His long hair is two different colors, left half white, right half black. Right eye is a homunculus eye while the left is a blue human eye. Also, he looks insomniac do to the black rings around his eyes. His ouroboros tattoo is located on the palm of his left hand. He has the special homunculus marking on the right side of his body, on his back. On the left side of his body, the place where the special marking is replaced by a large patch of discolored skin. Over clothes that are similar to Envy’s, he wears a jacket that’s black with red streaks and a white chest, black and white pants, black shoes, a gray, sleeveless hoodie underneath with the hood sticking out, and a pair Envy’s, while his left hand is free.
Weapon: Soul uses his own body as a weapon, although he is prone to grab random objects and use them as a weapon.
Character Abilities
Homunculus Ability: Soul can shape-shift, but he really doesn’t have any control over it. Most of the time, his left arm changes into a huge, grotesque green claw, and his left eye turns black with a purple iris. He can also grow fangs, a monkey’s tail, and has the ability to mimic certain animal traits. But what’s weird is that his regenerative abilities are slow in acting, so he stays wounded for a longer period of time, and he also sometimes doesn’t heal, then heals so quickly it’s in seconds.
Ouroboros Location: Palm of left hand.
Physical Fighting Abilities: Free style
Character Background
Personality: Soul is reckless, loud-mouthed, impatient, and immature. He carries some leader-like traits, but due to his current state, he would rather run head first into something than plan ahead. It is also shown that he carries a somewhat compassionate side to those who come close enough to him. He is also goofy and distrusting, not to mention quick-tempered and quick to pick a fight. It can be scary to see him when he unleashes his true powers, because he suddenly goes into a rage and destroys everything in sight. He can also be very “cool” when acting serious, and just because he’s a homunculus doesn’t mean he’s above flirting and teasing. And practical jokes.
Likes and Dislikes: He loves to play a good joke on someone, especially someone he doesn’t like, which is a lot. He hates snobby people, and people who give out orders. He hates orders and sitting still. He also wants to be acknowledged, and he is willing to do anything to get attention. A few more things about him is, though he has a head for heights, he’s not good with travel, often getting motion sickness. He can hang upside without being bothered, but when on a train or car, he gets sick very quickly. His favorite past time is playfully tormenting people by pulling practical jokes on them. Also, one final thing, he hates doctors and doesn’t want to have anything to do with them. HE HATES DOCTORS!
Birth Place: Creta, somewhere?
Current Location: Wanderer, doesn’t stick around in many places
History: Soul was created by a small team of scientists who had supported Father. They knew how to create philosopher’s stones, so they made one out of a few loners who were wandering the desert to use. Since they knew they’d need a shape-shifter to aid in spy-work, they thought of bringing Envy back from the dead. However, they couldn’t bring Envy’s philosopher’s stone back, only “part” of it, which led to the creation of Soul. At first it appears the experiment was a success, until Soul, in a sense of confusion, asked where he was and who were those people. The scientists tried to jot his memory, but Soul remembered nothing of Envy’s past. In frustration, the doctors tested and examined him, causing one doctor to discover he had a pulse, though his stone was inside of him. They thought that somehow, he was a cross between a human and a homunculus, or an incomplete homunculus, like parts of him were missing, and the human parts had to take over (a scientific condition called elastic adaption, which all human beings have). Soul was called by the doctors a failed experiment after they saw what he could do, or rather, couldn’t do, and they abandoned him. Soul later took to the streets in hopes of someone would help him, but everyone around him hated and isolated him for his nature. He finally ran away, entering into Amestris. However, he received the same treatment as before, and thus he grew bitter towards humans and distrusting. However, an idea came into his head that if he took over the world, no one could make fun of him anymore. So now’s he’s bent on world domination. Or for him, at least it seems like it. At first, he was completely by himself, and he’s fine with it. No one to let him down or backstab him. But secretly he desires companionship, though he plays out as the tough “lone wolf” very well. He’s looking out for number one, and he will take any one out of his way to get there.
Conclusion
Roleplay Sample:
The night was young, the moon being high in the sky. A sole figure crouched on a catwalk, grasping something in his hand. A pair of eyes looked out at the street below, one color of blue, the other red.
Walking leisurely along came a man with a parcel under his arm. His trench coat bellowed back as he strode along, completely oblivious of the figure watching him.
Until …
SPLASH!
Suddenly drenched in cold water, the man cried out in surprise before stumbling, landing on his butt firmly. Up on the catwalk, a shrill noise of laughter burst out, following the jerking movements of the figure. The man, noticing this, shook his fist at the figure. “Darn it, homunculus! You and your stupid pranks! One day you’ll be kicked out of this town just like the rest!”
The figure’s form was suddenly lightened by the rising moon, and a young man with black and white hair grinned mischievously out at the sitting man. “Really? That’s too bad. Normally, I invite myself in and out of towns of my own will.”
“Blast!” the man from below shouted. “Police! Someone catch that scum!”
The youth hollered, “Try as you might, but you’ll never catch me!” Suddenly, he was gone in a flash, leaping off the catwalk and running into the night, his feet carrying him far from the man and his shouts.
Once he had created a fair amount of distance, the youth stopped, pausing to catch his own breath. He looked over his shoulder, seeing where he had left, and then he grinned widely. He chuckled, giggling giddily to himself. “Haha, fool! That’s no way I can get caught.” He slipped his favorite pair of goggles over his ears, jumped down from the building he was standing, landing catlike on his feet. Walking alone, he strode through the back alley ways, the light of the moon creating his shadow to walk with him.
This young man’s name was Soul. He was alone, but he liked it that way. He was pretty well known through some parts of certain areas, do to a few of his clever, little pranks. However, most knew not of his existence, he planned to keep it that way.
That is, until he took over the world.
When that thought came into plan, Soul grinned to himself, excited at the thought of world domination. Everyone would have to accept him then. No one would dare call him a freak, or scum, again! No one in their right minds, anyway.
After some time of walking, Soul came upon his lodge, a small part of the town that had no one but hobos walking around. And it wasn’t like the hobos cared for a strange stranger walking in their midst. Half of them were probably refugees or criminals, so there’d be no part in revealing the location of a practical jokester.
His lodge consisted of a hammock made of a clean sheet he had “borrowed” from a laundry rack and a red backpack that held necessary provisions. Climbing into the hammock, he lied there on his back for a moment before turning over and closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep.
Not that, of course, it would last long before the dreams came…
