Sorry for the double post. As for the part about her hating to be called crippled, that's part of my own personality coming through my character here. Long story, but the truth remains the same. DON'T use such a word with abandon when talking to me. Okay? Name:
Nalia Samara, the Armored AlchemistAge:
5 foot, 4 inchesWeight:
120 pounds, not counting her automail legs.Alchemy:
Metal manipulation specialization, but she's more....freeform than most expect.Background:
Despite the war that broke out in Ishval, that almost led to the total annihilation of her entire people, Nalia held no rage for the State Alchemists from the government that ruled over the country. While she wasn't old enough to really remember much of anything from the first attack upon her people, she had been around long enough to hear the story from those that had, and she survived what came next years later when the Homunculi were unleashed upon the world. The only reason she survived the destruction that followed was because she had been out on a trip with her twin brother, a supply run with several other members of their clan, their family, for lack of a better term. And despite the fact Alchemy was looked down upon by the rest of her people, Nalia had devoted her fair share of time to its study, not for the power, but for the ideal that she could help her people by using the power she found she was quite gifted with in terms of shaping and reshaping the very earth at her feet. Sand, rock, metallic ores, although she never broke the law about transmuting lead into gold, it didn't matter, she understood how to break it down and to put it back together as she desired given the time to prepare herself. Despite the war that followed with the Homunculi and their enigmatic leader, Nalia was happy, overall.
Then disaster struck shortly after peace and order began to return to the world. An accident occurred that claimed the life of her brother. He had been helping clean up a section of the city of Ishval that had been damaged by the fighting that had come back to their home, and the building ended up falling down without much warning. He'd been killed instantly, and Nalia had been struck dumb by the news. Out of everything that had happened, a building collapsed killed her twin. It wasn't fair! It wasn't FAIR! Her studies almost consumed her, and whatever respect she had garnered from her fellow Ishvalan disappeared as their prejudice against all Alchemists and the art they practiced returned to the surface, and she was shunned. She didn't care, she only wanted to see her brother again. Then the day came she came across a book, detailing the means to bring back someone from beyond the void, to transmute them, if not in spirit at least in body. It was enough of a thin, thread of hope for Nalia, and she set to work one hot summer day. It was the hottest day of the year, but she hardly noticed as she gathered the materials and found a place to set up shop for the most forbidden of practices. She'd succeed where so many had failed! She had to!
As so many before her, Nalia failed, and lost her legs when the transmutation went wrong. It brought....something back, but it sure as Hell wasn't her brother. It only vaguely resembled a human being, but it was an amalgamation of grotesque body parts and a vaguely human, twisted face that, to make matters worse, looked like that of her twin brother, Samuel. If not for the arrival of her fellow Ishvalans that still considered her a friend, that still cared about her and had tried to talk her out of what she planned, she would have died then and there, or that....thing would have killed her in its agony induced madness. Either way, she was fitted with what automail they could cobble together, and while it wasn't anything truly fancy, it got the job done, but more importantly, Nalia understood what few people did. Bringing back the dead was unforgivable, and not just for the obvious reasons. There was no way to balance out the equation when it came to bringing back a soul, no sacrifice someone could make to equal the exchange needed to play God, and to even try was the ultimate example of pride and ego. It was a miracle she was even alive, let alone with her sanity intact, such as it was at that point. She got better, slowly, and while what respect and goodwill she had left with her fellow Ishvalans was at an all time low, she left her home to try and find something to live for.
She left for Central to find something to fight for outside of her own selfish ambition. Becoming a State Alchemist was a step in the right direction in her mind, even if she was now a dog of the military, further putting a wedge between her countrymen and herself. She'd make amends, somehow, but she had to do this. Maybe it was her pride still at work, her ego still coloring her judgment, but Nalia was determined to do what she could to make things better. As for how she explained missing both of her legs, well, that was easy. Accidents happen all the time right? If anyone asked about her automail, she just shrugged and told them a version of what happened to her brother had happened to her as well, that her legs had been beyond repair when the building came down. But she knows she can't keep up the facade forever, but until then, the skills she's picked up she will continue to use for the betterment of those around her first and foremost.Personality:
Nalia might have been hardened and altered by her sin of pride and hubris in trying to bring back her brother Samuel, but her good heart and demeanor still remains within her. She goes out of her way to help those she can, either with her alchemy or with far more mundane means. In any event, her good will comes to an end when her friends, or those she considers family, are threatened, and the driven, determined side of her comes to the surface. Despite everything that happened to her fellow countrymen and the fact she was generally untouched by all the bloodshed, she wasn't blind to it either, so she has plenty of anger, bottled up and ready to pop, she can draw upon when the need arises. Aka, don't piss off Nalia Samara if you want to see tomorrow. And whatever you do, don't call her crippled. "CAN A CRIPPLE DO THIS?!" Ahem....moving on.Other:
As an earth and metal minded alchemist, Nalia is very grounded in her combat tactics. Her defensive measures are just as effective as her offensive ones, and more often not she has a habit of wrapping herself in an armored shell to take the role of both at the same time. A moving tank, you don't want to get in her way when she's fully encased and charging an enemy formation.
Her good heart is counterbalanced by her fighting spirit. When provoked, Nalia is a force of destruction that has no off switch because despite her calm demeanor and overall levelheaded nature, she will go out of her way to utterly crush her opponents between her fists. Given her losses though, and those that know the whole story, few can blame her for the raging beast she keeps contained behind her pretty face.
As an Isvhalan, she knows her people aren't exactly looked upon with favor. That didn't stop her from pursuing her goals however of trying to both, improve relations between the rest of the world and her people, and two, to help as many people as she can in an effort to maybe one day absolve herself of her sin of pride. While perhaps a foolish idea, it helps keep her moving forward, and to endure the racial prejudice and hatred some people level her way because of simply what she is rather than who she is.