Post by simulizi on Jun 19, 2009 14:31:44 GMT -5
Roy Mustang
the Flame Alchemist
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There'snothing more for me - lead me away. . .
Or leave me lying here. . .
Basics
dog of the military
the Flame Alchemist
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's
Or leave me lying here. . .
Basics
dog of the military
Birth Name: Unknown
Name: Roy Mustang
Secondary/Code Name: Flame
Nicknames: Roy, Mustang, Roy-boy (Only a few can get away with this, mind you)
Preferred: Mustang, Colonel, Flame
Insults: That Bastard!, Human Weapon, Dog of Military
Ethnicity: Xingese (Probably)
Gender: Male
Age: 29 yrs.
Species: Human.
Current Location: Central City, stalling on paperwork
Home: Central City
Alliance: Humans (Protagonists)
Occupation: State Alchemist of the Amestrian Military
Past Ranks: Major (Well, kinda), Lt. Colonel
Current Rank: Colonel/State Alchemist
Personality
they say that a hero can save us
they say that a hero can save us
Likes: Women, flirting, annoying Ed, power, things like that.
Dislikes: Rain, being useless, failure, annoying short brats
Fears: Failure, not being able to protect those below and close to him.
Personality: When you first meet Roy, a few key words come to mind: Arrogant, power-hungry, bastard, controlling, lazy and don't forget, womanizer.
Roy is not afraid to put someone in their place, usually perching himself at the top of the social latter, often enjoying the feeling power and control brings. He'd do almost anything just for the sake of obtaining rank and status, usually giving people a bad first impression.
Ambitious by nature, Roy pays little to no attention to what those around him think, tackling and overcoming every obstacle that stands in his way as he works his way towards his ultimate goal. He often seems ignorant to rules and manners, rarely showing respect to anyone below him. He's not afraid to bend and break laws to achieve the things he needs, usually sending out his subordinates to do his dirty work.
Roy is, without a doubt, one of the most manipulative people on the face of this planet. If he needs something from you, he seems incapable of asking you nicely and instead finds some way to twist you into the shape he likes best. He'll find a weak point of yours and annoy, guilt trip, flatter or scare you into what needs doing. If you snap, too bad. He knows that there are plenty of other people to use out there in the world: You're not the only one.
He'll use everything he has to his advantage, making him very resourceful at times. As to be expected, he also uses this to gain the upper hand.
When it boils down to a fight, Roy's a one-man force to be reckoned with. Although it's not his strongest point, he certainly does know how to use a gun to kill. However he'd much rather keep to his signature attack.
Being as determined as he is, Roy hardly ever flees. In fact, the more you try to scare him away from something, the more likely he'll succeed. You could pretty much take everything from him and you'd only be encouraging him.
More often than not, Roy is a rather difficult person to figure out. His motives are either unclear or suspicious and he's not about to admit a thing. He'd rather you figure it out yourself which occasionally gives the impression he doesn't even know. In some cases this may be true, although, for the most part, he knows exactly where he's going.
A little known fact about Roy is that he goes much, much deeper than power and women (Although that does make up most of him). Beneath all that all of his seemingly "evil plots" hold some sort of unselfish point to them. They just happen to be buried under questionable motives, a lust for power, and lots and lots of unfinished paperwork.
And even deeper down is the final floor. It's something he keeps locked away. Only one or two people have actually seen it fully surface and many subordinates of his have seen it here and there when he forgets to cover it up with a smug grin. But even with all the fake layers, it's blatantly obvious to anyone who knows him. It's enough to make him falter with his otherwise smooth personality.
Whatever Ishval did to him didn't do much good for his mental state and even after all these years, there's still some very obvious scars.
Physical
i'm bringing sexy back
i'm bringing sexy back
Eyes: Black
Skin: Ever so slightly pale
Hair: Black
Clothes: Usual blue military uniform with white collared shirt underneath. Occasionally will ware black coat over.
Scars Large burn on side from his confrontation with Lust.
Height: Average
Weight: Average
Past
what i've done
what i've done
Pre-Forum: ((SPOILER WARNINGS))
Little is known about Roy's childhood. What is known is that he was adopted by Christmas Mustang. However no one knows how old he was, who his biological parents were or what happened to them.
Roy learned the basics of alchemy from Riza Hawkeye's father. It was at a military training school that Roy met his best friend Maes Hughes. Despite the fact that his alchemy teacher disagreed, Roy became a state alchemist to help civilians, but when he heard of Roy's lust for power, his teacher promised to pass on the knowledge of his most powerful alchemy to Roy under the condition he'd use it for the good of the state. But, as luck would have it, his teacher died, only managing to tell him he'd passed all his secrets to his daughter and asked Roy to look after her.
Like all state alchemists, Roy was sent to completely destroy Ishval when he was around twenty three years of age.
At one point he ran into Maes and started discussing the past and the war. They were caught off guard by a wounded Ishvallan but were saved by a sniper who turned out to be Riza.
After the war, Roy started to view himself as nothing more than a murderer.
However he began to realize that he also been protecting the men in his unit. With this new motivation, he chose to attempt to become Führer which he explained to Maes. He surrounded himself with those he could trust; Hughes, Fuery, Falman, Havoc, Breda, and lastly Hawkeye.
He ordered Hawkeye that if he screwed up and succumbed to corruption, it was her duty to just shoot him.
Role Play:
Gallery
i've got the looks
i've got the looks
Manga:
Colored Manga: [X] [x] [X] [x] [X] [x] [X] [x]
By Me:
Requests:
Gifts:
Trades:
Archives
what's done is done
what's done is done
Current Role Plays:
Finished Role Plays:
Dead Role Plays:
Current Plots:
Finished Plots:
Dead Plots:
Relationships
my perfect enemy
my perfect enemy
Okay | Friend | Good friend | Best friend | Like a brother/sister
Acquaintance | Not sure | Suspicious
Tolerates | Annoying pest | Avoids | Rival | Enemy | Nemesis | Hatred | Loathing
Parent | Grandparent | Brother | Sister | Half-brother/sister | Cousin | Aunt/Uncle | Child | Grandchild | Adopted family
A bit more than a friend | Crush | Love | Boy/girlfriend | Spouse
Missing |Dead
Acquaintance | Not sure | Suspicious
Tolerates | Annoying pest | Avoids | Rival | Enemy | Nemesis | Hatred | Loathing
Parent | Grandparent | Brother | Sister | Half-brother/sister | Cousin | Aunt/Uncle | Child | Grandchild | Adopted family
A bit more than a friend | Crush | Love | Boy/girlfriend | Spouse
Missing |
........
Example
what i can do
what i can do
Everything hurt. Was it really possible for a human being to be that moronic? Obviously yes.
He'd had nothing but bad luck since he'd arrived in this world, although this particular situation would probably fall under "divine justice" rather than mere bad luck. The fact he was alive, however, could be considered genuine luck, unless some greater power was having fun toying with the black-haired man.
He was propped up slightly on his pillow, his left arm in a cast. It was all very amusing in a depressing sort of way...
Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist: Hero of Ishbal. He had reached the rank of colonel while still in his twenties, a feat no one else had been able to pull off. He had survived many brutal battles and endured his fair share of struggles...
and yet here he was... broken ribs and arm... in the hospital... hit by a car... because he'd walked out into the street to flirt with a good looking woman on the other side...
He knew he deserved it, but there was no way in hell he was going to actually admit that. Not with an ego like his.
His black eyes were narrowed in thought. Of course this "deep thinking" of his was more of a mental self-kicking but even then he couldn't concentrate... not with this damned pain.
Looking down at his right hand which was stretched out beside his leg, his eyes trailed to the thin, circular scar. It was barely visible now, but it was most certainly there. He just couldn't seem to do anything without getting hurt and in one way or another, it was his own fault.
He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard the soft click of the door. Looking up, Roy saw the Lieutenant standing before the closed door, her back turned to him.
He immediately knew what to expect. And he wasn't looking forward to it.
“What the hell were you thinking…?” She growled.
Thinking? Had he actually been thinking to begin with? Well, yes, he was. Of course it was all centered around this woman on the other side of the street. He hadn't really given any thought to the fact he was walking right into the middle of an incredibly busy street.
“What in god's name do you think you were doing?! I’ve seen people do some damn stupid things, but that… That tops them all! You’re one of the most intelligent people I know, yet your damn flirtations blind you to the world! You could have been killed!!” Hawkeye spun round, her voice dripping with fury. He was lost for words as of now and even if he could think of something to say, he wouldn't dare interrupt his subordinate's heated lecture. “Do you understand that concept?! If you’d died everything people have given for you would have been for nothing, Hughes would have died for nothing!”
Drowsy from the heavy pain medication, it took a moment for everything to sink in, but Hawkeye's last words hit him immediately.
He quickly looked away. She was right... and he hated that. It was a cruel truth and a wave of guilt and grief over came him. His right hand tightened into a fist, the pale scar becoming more obvious. For the love of God, he was useless.
“You ask me to watch your back, yet how can I do that if you won‘t watch your front?!” He didn't turn to face her. Rather he kept his eyes focused on something on the opposite side of the room of the enraged woman... something only he could see. “I refuse to allow everything be in vain! You are the only hope many people have, even if they don’t know it, if you die then hope is gone and Amestris is forever doomed!”
Amestris. That was right. He still had to get back... and now he was stuck in this damned hospital.
“If I have to stop your damn escapades with your… your interests, then so be it! And believe me now when I say I can and will…" Her voice had lowered to a venomous hiss.
Everything Hawkeye had said was true and now he felt an incredible amount of shame. As of now he couldn't do anything-- not in this sad state.
“Tell me…” Her voice was much quieter now... it seemed hollow... maybe even tired. Roy carefully turned his head, his dark eyes settling upon the blond. “Are you Roy Mustang as a person, or are you simply a fool no better than those above us who are corrupted by their own desires…? Because I can only follow one individual with all that I have, no other will be accepted.”
He sighed, his head falling forward slightly. His eyes glanced away to the wall across from him.
"I know... I know I'm a pathetic fool." He finally mumbled. "And... I'm sorry..." His voice was low and exhausted. It hurt to talk... it was an effort to just breath. But he had to say something... he was too stubborn to keep quiet.
It was a change for the better, however, that he managed to admit to being a damn idiot and apologize.
Amazing how a car and a few broken bones could change everything.
((Post in "Freedom...? [c]" on Unleashed Adventures.))
Other
odds and ends
odds and ends
Theme Songs:
I'm Too Sexy, Right Said Fred
Belief, John Mayer
Hero, Nickleback
Unwell, Matchbox 20
Sound the Bugle, Bryan Adams
Set me Free, Casting Crowns
Voice: "That's far enough.", "C'mon, the Fuhrer knows it wouldn't be fair with me against the kid..."