Name: Aldis Lanford

Age: 17

Appearance:
Stands at 5 feet 10 inches, has a moderately fit build. Beneath his shirt there are small scars scattered here and there, the origin of which are a mystery to most around him.

Personality: Casual with others, open, lazy, friendly. Has a bit of a tendency to daydream or wander off randomly.

History: Aldis has often been hard pressed by his parents to exceed in his education, coming from a family of wealth and affluence. He was afforded tutors, personal aides for his studies and any chance he could get to attend exclusive seminars with some of the country's brightest minds, all at the expense of furthering his education. It would be fine and all if he had the mind or patience for school work; he's a bit against it, frankly. Never exactly what you would call studious, Aldis has a tendency to break away from his teachers and go wandering off. He has all his life, his parents could recount numerous stories of when their young child wandered off even as a toddler to explore. Getting him to sit down and actually pour over papers and books has always been a challenge, save for the rare instances that he was actually interested in the material. Far and few between the bulk of what caught Aldis' attention were sciences, and therein the applications of them. It wasn't even the specific subjects in of themselves that had him intrigued but the potential uses of them, and how they all tied together into his true passion; Alchemy.

For the longest time Aldis was made to attend standard curriculum, run the same fare as his other peers and try to work towards a successful, homely career. Typical work held his interest about as heavily as books did however and he shirked that as much he could. His numerous outings had a purpose as well; slinking away in the middle of the day was his one real chance to practice some alchemy. More than one occasion he had been caught by a butler or household worker and brought back to his parents, being scolded for not doing as they wished. As the years progressed however it became increasingly obvious the only things Aldis would actually work on were what he wanted, and his parents had to relent. Under the agreement he finish at least his core studies he would be permitted to practice alchemy, even join the newly developed State Alchemist Academy if he was fortunate enough. With an actual reason to work aside from the usual "I told you so" Aldis applied himself readily, getting through the basic work that he needed to in order to attain his desires of becoming an Alchemist.

In no short terms Aldis managed to both appease his parents and get what he wanted; enrolling in the State Alchemist Academy near immediately after finishing his rudimentary lessons. Doing so meant he had to move to a city closer to central, leaving his parents behind for some time. Though their wishes were for him to help work the family business he could not be deterred, and on his seventeenth birthday he took a train and left, off to begin his new career as an Alchemist. His ethic in his studies improved greatly once at the Academy, even if he did find himself taking some of the same basic courses to supplement his Alchemy training. He didn't mind though, he was on the fast track to becoming a State Alchemist; after only a year or two he would be able to do the work he had longed to since childhood.

Short of height at five foot two inches, wearing a few of his usual injuries...

Age: 16

Personality: Cautious and quiet, reserved…always afraid of suddenly being hit, or otherwise, and doesn’t want to speak up and upset anyone.

Brief Bio: Even after all these years, some of the Ishvalan people were scattered across Amestris, even after the remainder came out of hiding years ago. Early on, Moor lived in a small refugee group with his parents…but an incident with the then corrupt Central police divided their even smaller group. His parents ended up fleeing the city with few others in desperation for their lives, while Moor and one other stayed hiding in the city. In Central, the capital of the country with scores of State Alchemists, one couldn’t help but pick up the foundations of alchemy here and there.

At age six, the curtain fell of the events of FMA, and the corrupt government was seized by the righteous. As a means of fixing past error, Ishvalans were gathered in numbers to finally be brought back to their holy land from long ago…though Moor had finally been reunited with his family, he had taken an interest in not only learning alchemy, but actually practising. This was looked down upon by his people’s general religious beliefs, though modern alchemy. Moor would be one of only a handful of Ishvalans staying in Amestris.

Even though it was acceptable for them to remain, as this was their home for years on end, some of the general population saw them as an unnatural presence in an already much suffering country. Living off on provided housing and reparation money coming from the renewed Central government, they were looked down upon or straight up abused. As one of the few children staying behind, Moor was taken in by a sort of foster carer, though the woman only saw fit to beat him when stressed. Over time, Moor has lived with different people, lived in different provided housing, and met the confusing triad of cruel life, cautious life, and kind life.

Though life kept turning in unexpected ways, the growing boy never lost his interest in alchemy, studying it in his spare time and considering the possibility of becoming a respected, untouchable State Alchemist.

Stands at five foot eight inches, with one of her leg (below the knee down) being automail. She actually paid an alchemist to turn her hair pink...she pierced her own ears, though.

Age: 19

Personality: Tough, stubborn, and a little bit rude and overbearing…a little bit pervy at times, but that’s fine.

Brief Bio: Early in life, Fern lived far out on the countryside of Amestris with her single father and two older brothers, working a family tailoring business. Since the countryside was either small town or very distance housing, they only ever had enough money made. There was an accident on the road, during a delivery, and Fern ended up having to have what was left of her left leg amputated and replaced with automail. Her father eventually relocated them to a bigger town to set up shop to make more money to pay off the automail and procedure, and though her two brothers eventually left, Fern stayed and continued working for the family business.

In this ‘bigger’ town, Fern met her first alchemist…and was fascinated. Instantly dying clothes whole new colours, repairing tears, improving materials. Sure, this this individual wanted to, surely they could have put the humble tailoring business into the poor house. They didn’t, as there were some basic ethics attached to not only being a State Alchemist, but an alchemist in general. Impressed by this, and yet…

Fern decided that she had to learn more about using alchemy for conveniences, even if she didn’t become a State Alchemist herself. The young woman may have joined the academy earlier, if she hadn’t been spending the past few years saving up for such an education.

Tall for her age at five foot five inches.

Age: 13

Personality: An enthusiastic day dreamer, she thinks of alchemy as…erm…’magic’? She’s also a bit of a fangirl towards the alchemists made famous ‘that day’.

Brief Bio: Years after the events of FMA, her parents regaled her on the amazing feats of alchemy and heroism…in fact, she once met the Flame Alchemist when she was ten. Though he was blind, he was super cool and charming! A (messily) signed piece of paper hangs on her wall.
Since her childhood, she always thought that alchemy was a magic. In fact, her parents gave her a highly scientific manual on basic alchemy for her birthday to help her understand. She learned the basic skills, and did pretty well, but her beliefs never seemed to change. Now, at thirteen, she’s pretty great at alchemy…but still thinks it magic.