Post by tyliiebaybiie on Feb 24, 2010 17:39:09 GMT -8
~Rockbell,Winry~
Run far away
So I can breathe
Even though you're far from suffocating me
I can't set my hopes too high 'cuz
Every hello ends with a goodbye...
Hey there, I am Tyliie.! xD
I have been roleplaying for 6 and I am intermediate/expert.
I found this site from another FMA RPG. and I decided to join because I've been getting back into FMA :]
[/b].I have been roleplaying for 6 and I am intermediate/expert.
I found this site from another FMA RPG. and I decided to join because I've been getting back into FMA :]
If you would like to contact me AIM. Letsmakethemenvy@aim.com.[/size][/right]
~Character Basics~
~Given Name; Winry Elizabeth Rockbell.
~Nickname; Win, Winny, WinWin.
~Alias; Automail Otaku.
~Age; 18/19 (Somewhere around there.)
~Gender; Female.
~Sexuality; Straight.
~Occupation; A automail mechanic.
~Race/Species; Human.
~Character's Appearance~
~Hair Color; Light blonde.
~Eye Color; Bright blue, purple in some lights.
~Height; 5 foot 4 inches.
~Weight; 124 lbs.
~Flaws; Her nose is slightly off set from a fight between her and her dog.
~General Appearance; On the verge of becoming a woman, Winry has blossomed. Her face has matured, losing much of the remaining baby fat, her eyes gaining a deeper blue color. She's grown to be 5'6, something she wishes she could change. Not that she's complaining. Her hair has dulled into the color of wheat, a dark blonde. Winry's hair is kept up by a clip in a bun at the nape of her neck. Winry has grown into her body, being both thin but toned and busty.
If at home, she wears what she's comfortable in such as her work outfit of sweatpants and a tube top. If out on business or meeting someone, she wears what looks nice. Normally a skirt, white shirt and a brown blazer.
~Character Personality~
~Likes; Automail, friends, Pinako, her dog, mechanics, dressing up, staying home, being in charge, the memory of her parents.
~Dislikes; Disrespect, an apple pie not coming out right, gunshots, little kids being hurt, really hot days, loosing control, running out of time, getting in trouble, homonucli, being misunderstood.
~Habits; Throwing the nearest blunt object, tapping her fingers, wanting to take things apart.
~Weaknesses; Mechanics, injured people, little kids.
~Strengths; Automail, mechanics, being friendly.
~Goals; Build the best automail, find a way to get Ed and Al back.
~Secrets; She misses the Elric brothers much more then she would ever let on.
~Overall Personality; Winry is a self-professed gearhead. She's in love with machines and tools. She's studied ever since she was a young girl, and with someone like Pinako to teach her what she knows, she's developed a real knack. It isn't unusual to find her asleep with books on engineering or prostetic tools scattered around, or even in her bed.
Despite her fascination with machines, Winry is very much a girl. She likes wearing dresses when she's not working in the shop, and has a great fondness for cute things. Winry doesn't see anything wrong with a domestic life, and she holds a great deal of respect for women who raise children, cook, and clean. She'd like to learn how to cook as well. She hasn't studied it much at home, but she's learned how to make apple pie, and she practices on improving the recipe whenever she can find the time.
Winry is friendly and outgoing. She gets along well with other people. She's not obnoxious, and she treats adults with respect. Her grandmother raised her well, and her manners are polished. It's not hard to say 'please' or 'thank you.' And if she does something wrong, her apologies are sincere and honest. Most of the time, Winry is a cheerful person. Despite the hardships she endured as a young girl, she manages to move forward with optimism that isn't forced or feigned. Through her ordeals, she's become a very strong young lady.
The pain she felt when she lost her parents made her compassionate. The conviction of her parents, of her grandmother, of her childhood friends, has helped her to learn courage. In times of duress, Winry doesn't panic. Even if she can't feel calm inside, she forces herself to think rationally, to remember what she needs to do, and then she does it. If there's danger, she doesn't think about herself. The welfare of others always comes first.
She's smart, just like her parents. Intelligence seems to run in the family, and Winry was no exception. While she wouldn't profess herself to be a genius, she picks up fast on what she chooses to study, and knows how to focus and discipline herself. Because Winry works so hard, she has every reason to be proud of who she is and what she can do. And yet, she's usually very humble. She doesn't blush when she's complimented, and tends to politely laugh it off when someone expresses their admiration. She enjoys it, though, make no mistake about that.
Of course, she's not without her faults. She's terribly bullheaded, and when she sets her mind to something, she can't be shaken from her course. She's persistent to a fault, but at least she never gives up, even when things get rough. Winry also has a very blunt personality. She isn't afraid to say what's on her mind, especially to point out when someone's doing things they should not. Winry has quite a temper, and she's quick to express her emotions...particularly when she's angry. While it does her credit to be so open about how she feels, she's just a liiiiittle too quick on the draw with her wrench. Or chair. Or any nearby blunt object that can be used for smacking people on the head. She's extremely perceptive about people's feelings and what makes them tick.
~Character History~
~Current Town; Resembool.
~Parents; Urey Rockbell, deceased. Sara Rockbell, deceased.
~Siblings ; None.
~Other Family; Pinako, grandmother.
~Pets; Den.
~Full History; Winry was born in 1899 to Urey and Sara Rockbell. Both being doctors for the military, it was hard for both parents to be home to raise Winry. In place, her grandmother, Pinako, helped raise Winry. It went on like this for a long time, seeing her parent's rarely and spending the rest of the time with her grandmother. Winry was raised with two boys around her age named Edward and Alphonse Elric, alchemists in training.
At the age of five, Winry started to show an intrest in automail, thanks to her grandmother. It was love at first sight for the girl, she from then on desided she would go into automail.
At the age of seven, her skills we're put to the test when a bloody, on the verge of dying Edward and Alphonse in a suit of armor appeared on her grandmother's doorstep. After an appearence of Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye, Edward asked for automail for his missing arm and leg. Winry took the task and created what Edward would use until he dissapeared later.
At the age of eight, the little girl's world was shaken once again. Urey and Sara had died during an attack in Ishval. She started to hate the military more, and what it did to people and their families. This drove her dream of making the best automail faster. By the time Winry was ten, she had secessfully built a automail model much better then many on the market. Soon after, Winry was working full time in Pinako's shop.
One day, Winry stumbled across a puppy without a leg, and brought him home. Not more then a week later, the puppy had a automail leg to run around on and the dog was hers. Den became one of Winry's best friends.
Over the next few years, Winry went through many adventures with the Elric brothers, after Edward became the 'Fullmetal Alchemist'. Some eventful, some not.
After Edward dissapeared, Winry helped take care of Alphonse, back in his human body. It helped to have one of the brothers back, but this only lasted for two years. Winry was soon left by herself again, only seeing Edward for a day before he dissapeared back through the gate with his brother, with a new automail arm and leg.
Now, being nineteen, is working as hard as she can to keep her mind off the Brothers, though she thinks of them often and continues to excel at automail mechanics.
~Other Miscellaneous Stuff~
~Roleplay Sample; The thin blonde grinned as the boy’s eyes roamed from the handheld device in his hands to her legs and up her slender but proportional body. Nothing worked better on a straight guy, and most lesbians, then using her body, and she never failed to use it when she could. It pissed off Rhett, but it made them money. Trinity listened intently as he spoke, curling her hand under her chin to support her head. He had a point, the DS would make a fair amount in a pawn shop or to some technology deprived teen stuck in Morris; and danger was hard to avoid in the correctional facility. The slightest misstep would cause uproar. Trinity stifled the urge to smile at the idea of chaos.
An innocent giggle tumbled from Trinity’s full lips as his expression rapidly changed. “Yes, yet. But why turn in someone in my own gang when we are as small as we are? Not to mention, you’re kind of cute.” She reached out, pushing his white-blonde hair out of his eyes with a flirty smile gracing her lips. She could work a person better then almost anyone in the gang, except maybe Hopkin. She had no real intention to turn him in until she had real reason to, something to lock away and hold against him for later use.
Trinity smiled as he spoke again. He had a smooth voice, it matched his looks. Almost as if he was a womanizer. Not that Trinity was worried about being played; she knew much better then to fall for a liar, or anyone here. Rhett was the only guy that could work her into what he wanted her to be, only because he knew too much about her for Trinity to deny him.
The small blonde was pulled from her thoughts as he gave his name. ‘Cooper… Hopkin’s minion?... Oh well. Give him the benefit of the doubt for now.’ Her green eyes focused on his face, looking for a hint of deception. No such luck from Cooper, besides his twiddling thumbs. Trinity mentally laughed, she didn’t think anyone did that anymore. ‘What a dorky thing to do!’ She thought.
“Yes, I am quite familiar with him. My friend was one of his as well, until he sold her off to someone else for a quick buck.” She shrugged, stretching her arms in front of her and letting out a small sigh. After years of compulsive lying, she could think of a lie to tell in less then a second, and would never forget a story she told to someone. “At least he found a cute male minion. I hope you like guys.” She playfully winked at Cooper, taking the hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair into a loose pony tail.
“Mm, I’m sorry if I interrupted anything. I just thought it would be nice to finally make a new friend around here.” She spoke as she turned sideways, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again at the ankle. “And who better then someone as smooth as you?” Trinity gave a small smile as a guard walked into the cafeteria and started shouting that it was the end of dinner. “Thank god… if I have to keep smelling this awful food, I might just get sick.” Trinity joked lightly, standing up from her seat and fixed her skirt and top. “Would you be up for going to the common room and talk a little more?” She asked, walking up beside his chair and waiting for him to get up, her lips in a soft pout.
Trinity didn’t know why, but she wanted to get to know Cooper a little better. ‘You never know, since Rhett isn’t here, you could always use a fuck buddy. Or use him as a minion. Is it possible for a minion to own a minion that is already owned?’ She mentally asked herself, making a note to ask one of her gang members about such a thing.
~Anything Else; I make my own pictures as well as use ones from the anime, I hope its okay![/font]
