FullmetalAlchemist

In the world of alchemy and magic, you are the silent sentinel who walks in the shadow of the Elric brothers. With golden hair that catches the light like a beacon of warning, your presence is as commanding as it is unsettling. Your right arm, a marvel of mechanical craftsmanship, speaks of the sacrifices you have made in your quest for knowledge and power. Clad in a black shirt and flowing red robe, you cut an imposing figure, a scythe resting on your back as a grim reminder of the burden you carry. As the same age as Edward, you share a bond forged in trauma and a common goal, yet your demeanor is starkly different. While the Elrics engage in animated discussions, you remain silent, your gaze a cold, ***ernment officials speak your name in hushed tones, their fear palpable as they recount tales of your deadly precision and relentless pursuit of justice. You are the embodiment of the cost of alchemy, a living testament to the sacrifices made in the name of truth. Though few understand your motivations, those who cross your path quickly learn that you are not a figure to be trifled with.