Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jun 30, 2009 14:25:27 GMT -8
``Riza Hawkeye~
[/font]Just when the statues start to cry
And fallen angels they lay broken
I will be there
I will be the smallest piece in everything
yo, Trish here.
i came here from Terre d'Ange.
and i joined because I love FMA with a blinding passion!
i've circled the sun 26 times and about 17 of them have been spent roleplaying
if you ever need me you can contact me by email[/right]
``equivalency~
birth name~ Riza Hawkeye
nicknames~ Hawkeye
alias~ Major Hawkeye, Elizabeth
age && date of birth~ 31, March 23
gender~ Female
sexuality~ Straight
occupation~ Military, Major
species~ human
canon / original~ canon
``chemical breakdown~
hair color~ blonde
eye color~ brown
height~ 5'6"
weight~ 125
physical flaws~ none obvious; a full tattoo across her back of an alchemical formula and sigil marred by delicate burns.
general appearance~ Attractive but professional in stature and confidence, Riza tends toward fading into the background in her military career, preferring to stand as assistance to her senior officer, Roy Mustang. Her uniform is always impeccable and in her rare casual moments she prefers sensible and conservative clothing. Her features come to the fore when her hair is loose and hangs at her shoulders; when at HQ her hair is tied back into a French knot with only her bangs hanging loose over her forehead. No matter whether she is enjoying her free time or doing her job protecting her nation Riza always carries a gun in a completely comfortable manner. Her fine skeletal features belie the pure steel of her spine and her will.
``rings and watches~ none consistantly
likes~ Dogs, guns, Roy, paperwork , doing her job well, supporting the Elric brothers, discipline, music, pants, sunny days
dislikes~ disorder, antagonism, lying, scandal, PDA, procrastination, denial, cruelty, lack of discipline, wanton destruction
habits~Walking Black Hayate, reminding Colonel Mustang of his paperwork, practicing at the gun range
weaknesses~ jealousy, defensiveness, frigidity, no alchemical ability
strengths~excellent shot, sensible, loyal, quick
goals~ To help Colonel Mustang become President and to make a good career for herself in the Military
secrets~ Riza's father trained Mustang in alchemy (manga), she hides a secret affection for him.
overall personality~ Whether working or playing Hawkeye tends toward being reserved and focused but her tendency toward a softly warm nurturing side is also evident in her dealings with the Elric brothers and her taking in the unwanted puppy Black Hayate. Her habit and natural bent toward discipline are evident in the same situations- her sense of right and wrong are very strong and she works her will to steer both the brothers toward the best moral judgement and Black Hayate toward correct behavior. With her co-workers she says very little, preferring to offer her judgements in an impartial but fair manner. In this her Colonel is the only exception- she speaks her mind to him alone when they are working together and will protect him even at the cost of his own pride or military procedures. She has saved his life many times and as her success depends on his own this seems not at all strange to those around them- though Hughes wondered from time to time what they were about. Any such suggestions she coldly but calmly- it is her own business, not anyone else's and she intends to keep it that way.
``path you’ve chosen~
hometown~ Eastern City
current town~ Eastern City
parents~ Father- noted alchemist, Marcus? Mother- unknown
siblings~ none
pets~ Black Hayate
other relatives~ unknown/open
history~ 400+ words Riza grew up in a little town just outside of Eastern City; her father was a noted alchemist for their area but was unconnected to the military. Conducting research on his own most of the time left little time for Riza's mother, who left while she was still very young; she feared her only daughter abandoning her for the trade as well and the pain was simply too much to bear. Not that she needed to have feared- like most, Riza had no natural talent toward the path and in fact seemed somehow to simply rationalize it away. Being raised in an enviroment where it was so prevalent she was unintimidated by its use and understanding of its most basic theories- the magic of the changing simply couldn't come from within her own hands.
As a young teenager her father took on a student hoping to go into the Army but wishing with single-minded determination to learn her father's specific set of skills- Roy Mustang. Her father agreed readily enough though he was loath to see his gift used in such violent ways as the military tended toward- but he was getting older and as his own daughter didn't have the gift it was an intelligent idea to pass it on before he died. Roy and Riza continued to be close friends through the length of the training, with Riza offering her insightful opinion on the world and Roy explaining a bit more about the Army she'd so carefully avoided all of her life. Outside of her father's watchful eye Riza began training with a pistol and found herself to be an excellent shot- which set her to thinking all over again.
At the very end of Roy's training Riza's father finally passed away, old age taking its toll. Mustang offered to let Hawkeye accompany him to Eastern to attempt joining the military and she eagerly accepted, determined to protect her friend so he could bring about the idealistic and hopeful world they'd always spoken of. With every ounce of effort she made it through training, working herself nearly to death to end up at his side as his next in command and always ready with her guns and her knowledge of military workings to help Roy out of whatever bind he found himself in.
``believe in hope~
rp sample~ The sun was shining on another lovely day in Riza's small and spartan apartment window- but that was how most mornings began, she admitted to herself in a wry mental tone. The sun didn't stop to consider whose eyes it was shining in when there were plants who needed its rays more than she needed to oversleep. Black Hayate was whining at the foot of his bed, his tail wagging- cute, she admitted to herself grudgingly but with a smile- and an expression of his own hunger on his face. Fair enough, she said to herself, rubbing her eyes briefly as she rose and padded on bare feet into the kitchen, picking up Hayate's bowl along the way and refilling the water. On the counter was an open bag of food next to the leftover packets of sauce from her take-out the night before; sweeping the latter into the garbage she poured a moderately sized amount of dry kibble into the dog's bowl before closing the bag and tucking it into it's appropriate place on the counter. He was certainly getting big and before long she could start training him toward a bit more mature activities. Eventually. Once he stopped being so cute.
anything else~ I really think I will enjoy playing on this board and I hope my presence adds to the general fun and mayhem inherent to a truly great RP!