Ivanova, Toss

[Toss Ivanova]

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CASE FILE: Homunculus/Creig Militant

No matter what we breed we are still made of greed.
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FULL NAME:
→ Toss Ivanova

AGE:
→ 18 19 20

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Ishval

SPECIES:
→ Human-based: Ishvallan

SIN:
→ Greed

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ September 12, 1993

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'9"

WEIGHT:
→ 156 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ The first thing one would notice about Toss is his endearing, red eyes. He seems to watch everything at once, but at the same he doesn’t seem to take interest in all he sees. The only time that they truly ever light up from their deep, contemplative shades is when he is looking at the sky. Toss’ eyes are so enticing that people often get lost in their Ishvallan depths—unable to escape him. When he is focused, first he will engage the person or people by holding them still with his fiery gaze. As much as they may want to run away from the inhuman part of him, the ethereal tones and color keep them where they stand. Making the red stand out more, is his snowy hair. It’s not silver nor is it even close to being off-white. Toss’ hair is the definition of white, never dirtied unless he is working on a ship (then he gets grease all over him, including in his hair). As for his hair style, he does nothing to it to get it to flit up; it does it naturally. Whereas the bottom layer is completely straight nearly to his chin, the rest is a spikey mess. The pieces of countless layers group together and then flip out around his head. His hair is groomed shorter around his ears because it tickles and annoys him. Also, he parts his hair on the side to further reveal the upside down, dark gray crown of coróin. His bangs at their longest reach the end of his nose.

Toss’ voice is chilling. He has ghostly tones that can both be considered eerie and whiney. His voice is neither high nor low. And when he talks he usually fades off at the end of his sentences like he runs out of attention span for his audience. Toss is the kind of person who smiles in the face of danger and when he is frustrated. Though his expression may be misleading, his eyes will always try to portray the truth of his words. As for clothes, Toss will wear anything that looks nice and formal that captures his eyes except shorts. He downright despises shorts and will never wear them even if the heat kills him. He usually wears his special Carraig military uniform, which is white with a large collar that comes up to his chin, crossed with thick, black leather straps. In front of his face, the collar is shorter and buttons to the side. It then zippers down to more leather straps around his waist. Down his arms from metal shoulder pads is a zipper as well. He almost always wears a black beater under his clothes. And, of course, boxers. Toss will wear pretty much anything as long as he likes it. He enjoys wearing suits, but he really enjoys wearing just plain tee-shirts and sweatpants. Lazy attire is his style; that’s just the kinda guy Toss is.

His skin is strangely pale for an Ishvallan, but the reason for that is because in their family line, there was once a Drachman. They tan, but just barely. Toss is rather tall for an Ishvallan, but he likes being his height. He is extremely well-built from lifting so much heavy machinery for parts for the ships. His abs are defined as is his shoulder and back muscles. When he walks, he walks with a bit of a sway. He doesn’t have the egotistical swagger like he owns the place, but rather he is determined and calm, facing forward towards his goals at all times...unless he's drunk. Now, Toss is a funny drunk. He gets strangely generous towards anyone in the vicinity and starts giving them things--anything he has on his person or in his massive piles of junk in his apartment. Why he does this, he'll never know and always regrets it in the morning, like: 'I liked that 40" plasma monitor. Too bad it's gone!' He claims that he would only ever share his wealth with his friends, but when intoxicated, he becomes a charity organization in the skin of one man.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Toss is...let's say, well-known for being a judgmental asshole and an egotistical bastard. Unlike most children, he never did lose his reckless misgivings and confidence. He will point out others faults in a heartbeat while completely denying he has any himself. Toss is a wild daredevil, raring for a go. However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to hold himself back and bite his tongue. He has many a time left a hole in the wall that had to be caulked and repainted and is now a different shade of white due to his silent frustration. The best part about it is that he would never admit to it. You know, it was some other Ishvallan guy in the Carraig air and space force, Lon Dubh, sporting a strange-looking upside down crown tattoo. Totally. Well, he's not stupid enough to think that someone would actually believe him, but he's strategic enough to know that it would make them second guess themselves long enough for him to get away. He’s the kind of guy that would grab his leading commander’s collar and yell at him for making a stupid call. To him, it’s morals first and he very often gets carried away with his emotions towards certain situations. He believes that killing is wrong, but sometimes necessary and if he sees the logic in the order, then he will obey without a question. However, if it is needless murder, unlike most homunculi, he will refuse to partake and attempt to prevent others from partaking. He does not preach and does not lecture; he just believes that things should be one way, and if they’re not, then they should be made that way through actions or voice. This also molds him into a very stubborn person who is set on his own beliefs. He is an unshakable mountain that cannot even be parted by dynamite (literally—it’s been attempted).

Toss laughs fear in the face and will never sway when given a mission unless it seems unethical to him. And trust me, you’ll know if he thinks it’s unethical. His favorite pastime is building forts with marshmallows. Well, that is, other than flying in his ship, The Fallacy. Speaking of ships, Toss is the homunculus Greed so he is obviously greedy in his own way. Toss doesn't care much for planet Earth; he has higher aspirations than that lousy planet. He aims to conquer space and go where no one has gone before. He also is extremely greedy with technology and obtaining the most up-to-date equipment for his main ship (The Fallacy) as well as his other ships. Toss collects random things that catches his eye, and his large skyward apartment is filled to the brim with a variety of junk. Toss never takes things he knows he won't have a use for because he feels that's plain idiotic. (But he finds a prospect of use for pretty much every item). Toss also does not care about attaining power, but he does care about his rank and holds his position as something cherished. He is extremely greedy with food and tends to order everything on the menu just to try it. He is also strange in that he does not usually sleep on a bed, claiming that it is too comfortable and would soften him. Toss has a war-bent mind, greedily determined to prevent the needless takings of innocent life. When Toss' greed senses are tingling, it usually is a good indication to stay out of the hothead's way...useless the person wants a giant, gaping hole in the wall to fix later. Scare tactics, Toss finds to work splendidly. When he doesn't really want to physically attack someone over, say, a trivial matter, he will prove his point by taking it out on a wall, a glass, or other means. Poor inanimate objects!

Toss works long days and comes home to his empty apartment with only his collected crap to keep him company. Like mentioned before, he builds things with marshmallows and often maps out entire ships and new ideas using them. Toss does not own a television, but he does own an arsenal of bombs. 8D He has a crappy, outdated cellphone complete with prehistoric smartphone technology, but he rarely needs to use it anyway save for calling his parents or contact with Gavin. From every paycheck he used to send a chunk of the large sum to his parents so that they could pay for his still-comatose sister, but since Hanna recovered, he now sends them a smaller amount. Toss is hardly greedy about his monetary supply though he does constantly suck dubious amounts of cash from the Crieg government via his paycheck. He sometimes lives in luxury and sometimes lives as a poor man despite his towering bank account. Dealing in the uncommon service of space travel earns him a hefty sum, but the money wasn’t enough to wake his sister up. Toss had to take matters into his own hands, sacrificing a part of his immortality in order to rekindle her life. His theory, to his surprise, worked, but not without cost. Philosopher’s Stones are made out of human souls—people sacrificed essentially to save Shove. Ever since that day she woke up, Toss began calling her by her name: Hanna, for he had stripped away the humanity in his baby sister, replacing it…with a sin.

He hated himself for it, but it was what it was. He made the call; the decision was his own and only his own. He eventually coped with it, Hanna’s smile eradicating the doubt in his heart and replaced it with something he wasn’t familiar with: happiness. He obtained King Gavin’s trust even upon learning that he was Greed. That hatred for himself morphed softly into a feeling of accomplishment. He relearned how to smile—how to enjoy himself and became less disturbed and more of an A-typical guy with some minor anger management issues. Despite getting upset over small things, Toss handles situations well, avoiding brawls in the street, and/or voicing his complaints…loud enough for the neighbors to hear. When it comes to girls, he usually runs. When it comes to anything intimate, his face is red and he wants to shoot himself. Yeah. Somehow he’s managed to survive.

LOVE:
→ Everything, White lies, Sweet things, Marshmallows, Alcohol, Savvy, Ishvalla, Ishval, Carraig, Fighting, Saving people's lives, Space, Stars, Flying, The Sky, Planes, Ships, Piloting, Birds, Chasing Sheep, and everything else except what's listed below.

HATE:
→ Shorts, Coffee, Alcohol, Drugs, Alchemy, Alchemists, Sinners, Murderers, Killing innocent people, Scientists, Idiots, Being ignored, People bitching, Failing his given task, When someone touches his ears, and yeah that's pretty much it.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ How he got his scars.
→ That he gave half of his stone to Hanna.

IDOL:
→ Ishvalla.
→ Gavin.
→ Cayden.

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HISTORY:
→ Cities piled to the heavens, covering the blue sky and collecting dust balls of trash with criminal’s faces plastered on them. A beautiful girl with short, white hair gazed up with red eyes at clouds lazily drifting past, leaving shadows over their village. Most lived in teepees that shifted easily in the desert wind while others had built actual houses. They were breathtaking. She stroked her large stomach with a peaceful smile. Their family was poor, but they were happy. That was all that mattered to her. She could live like this forever in the festering heat of Ishval without a need to complain. The village chief was her husband’s uncle and he did all he could to help them scrape by. That was enough. She wouldn’t ask for more, besides…

She felt a sudden pain prick through her body, scraping at her nerves and thrusting her into a siege of panic. already? …but it was too soon. She stood up, squeezing by the pain as she flew further into the village. Her husband had gone to East City to find work this week… She slammed into one of her neighbors, stumbling over her words as she sat where she fell on the ground, clutching her bursting stomach in pain. Help, help she wanted to scream—she wanted to cry, but she didn’t. The twenty-two-year-old only stared with her red eyes into the same colored ones of her neighbor. It was the baby…something about the baby kept her from going off the deep end. She took large breaths, shutting her eyes. Something came over her then. A strange strength seeped into her and the pain only increased. She could barely get the air into her lungs as she forced this single sentence from beyond her clenched teeth.

“Take me to the doctor, now.”

After forty-eight hours of agony, a son was born. She spent all of her days tending to his every need and breastfeeding him everything she had. Being a mother…was so painful, and at the same time, she never found herself hating anything about it…other than the heat. The heat made them both thirsty. She couldn’t make the milk fast enough and raising him was so hard… Why had they chosen to live so far from normal civilization? Why did those who believed in Ishvalla have to live apart from others? Even today…history was repeating over and over again. They were still in the same place. Even if they had failed to be extinguished, they still could not live in peace among the Amestrians. Or so that was what they believed. She was not sure if she agreed. She only wanted to raise her son in peace.

After a month, her husband finally returned. He came with stacks of money and a large grin on his face. “We’re moving,” he said. They packed their things, rolled up their tent to store in the attic of their new home and set off to East City through the dunes of a thousand great suns. It burned their skin, but she cradled her child against her and didn’t look back. Her questions were answered—she believed by Ishvala herself. They would start a new life—an easier life under those tall buildings she had gazed at from the distance. She had to admit that she was intrigued by them and their otherworldly glow. She understood technology, but she had only ever seen what her husband had showed her. Since she was born and raised in that same village that she was now leaving, she understood very little about anything involving electricity. She had met her husband when they were seventeen after he traveled from North City back to Ishval from a long war with Drachma. He was a soldier whose expertise was something called computer technology. She didn’t really get all those things involving wires. A small smile wrapped itself around her lips as she increased her step to reach him. Grabbing onto his arm, she leaned her cheek on the dirty sleeve of his work clothes. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.”

Something exploded. She spun around just in time to miss the scary look that slipped onto her husband’s face. He took their son from her arms as smoke smothered the fresh air, waving at them from over the dunes. She swore that her heart stopped then. She was no longer living. Her mother…was still in the village. Her father was having dinner with the chief tonight to celebrate their new life… Was that dinner now on fire? She flung around to face her husband who was only gazing ahead. “We have to go,” he said.

“No!” was her surprised response as she took off towards the village that she just couldn’t leave behind. Her husband chased after her, yelling strings of reasons why they couldn’t turn back now, but she was already beyond reason. This was why he had taken their son from her—so she wouldn’t go running with him into the fire without thinking.

“If we go back now, who knows what will happen to us!!”

As they reached the top of the large dune and gazed below, a sea of corpses gazed back with dead eyes the color of their spilt blood. She covered her mouth so she wouldn’t scream and fell onto her knees, watching as a man clad in the armor of the Emperor of Xing raped a woman right before her eyes. His lower armor was removed, her dress hiked up and underwear torn and lying beside her. Her mouth was open in a scream already used up—vocal chords already torn and dangling down her throat like his tongue. She was sprawled out on a picnic table, legs open to the sky. Between her toes were those same puffy clouds that floated out of her reach like her hopes and dreams.

The baby in her husband’s arms whined and raised his hand, trying to catch the clouds too. She was only glad that he wouldn’t remember this. No, he should…so he would never do something like this to a woman. She felt her husband put a hand on top of her head as she heard grunts coming from the Xingese Emperor. He…was getting close to the end. Then what?! Would he kill her too? All his men were gathering around him as he thrust deeper and deeper into the confines of her virgin body. Blood leaked out under her and pained gasps were all that was left of her. A final groan issued forth from the heavy man whose body rested on her, pumped all that was left of his humanity into her.

They were all dead. Her mother’s body was burned now… Her father was lying among the piles of dead, bathing in a sea of red sand. And the ugly man pulled himself out of the young girl, sheathing his worst weapon—the one that gave him simple pleasure—and he stepped on the bodies on his exit. What was this tiny village doing here anyway, he was probably wondering. She couldn’t take watching anymore and turned, burying her tears into the pantleg of her husband’s jeans. They lived on the outskirts of Ishval, basically in the Great Desert—that was what everyone called it.

No one saw them on the top of the dune, watching. Instead, they packed into their sand cruisers and sped off to wherever they had been going before they decided to ruin lives for fun. Just…what kind of game was this? The girl that had been raped…had to be dead now. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring into nothing, unblinking. Had he raped a dead corpse? She shuddered.

Eventually, she was able to make it to her feet and continue the long walk to civilization where they would rent a car to take to East City. Her excitement had washed away…but she kept going for her husband’s sake. Her parents…were still too young to die and so was she. She couldn’t go after those men. She was weak and powerless; she would be raped too… Was Ishvala crying? She stared up into the rainy sky through the window of the car as they flew along a concrete world. Somehow…she felt like she didn’t belong here.

But it didn’t matter whether or not she belonged because the smiling face of her son as he grew up was all that she needed. That was…until she got pregnant again.

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Ten years had flown by. Toss (once a baby) was now ten years old and in East City Elementary School where he claimed he was rotting away. The snow-haired boy was rebellious before he was even a teenager. Until one day…he found the reason for his boredom: he had been the center of attention. His father dedicated every waking moment of his free time to raise his son with the knowledge that had taken him his entire life to learn. Toss only cared about electronics, computers, and the aircrafts at his dad’s workplace. He would go there often to watch as his father fixed them and one time a pilot even offered to take him up in one. Toss’ father immediately consented. Even he hadn’t been in one; he only knew how to make them run.

It was a stealth high-flier. Toss could barely keep the drool inside his mouth as he was buckled into the copilot seat. It was terrifying as they sped off into the horizon—Toss thought it would be the end of his short, pathetic, uneventful life. He was completely positive that he had left his stomach back somewhere near where his father stood waving. The kid turned back to face front and gaped as he felt the wheels leave the ground. “We’re flying!?” He cheered, looking into the man’s grinning blue eyes.

“Yes, yes we are.”

And that was the first time Toss had ever left Earth. After that, he began failing his 5th grade class, claiming that he couldn’t focus on it. His mother was clearly upset, but extremely forgiving. Just like her, her son too had his head in the clouds…quite literally. One day when he was eleven, he was at the field studying with the head manager in order to pass a test to get his pilot’s license when a phone call came in. His mother was in labor. Today was the day…that his baby sister would be born.

He rushed to the hospital, but wasn’t allowed through the doors no matter how many times he begged. Toss was forced to stay with his nervous father who wouldn’t stop pacing the room. She had refused drugs and wanted a normal birth, but he had insisted that they go to the hospital. Like always, she gave in. Toss didn’t understand much that was happening, but he was nervous. He was about to be a brother… How should he act? What should he do first? What would he say…? After spending much time in thoughts like those, the doors flung open and the doctor came out with a grand grin. “She’s okay and the baby is healthy.” Toss’ father gave a grand sigh in response, rushing up to him.

“Can we see her?”

Toss’ sister’s name was Shove. She was beautiful with the same white hair, red eyes, and strangely pale skin that they rest of them possessed. His mother had said that it was because there had been a Drachman in their family register at some point. They had lost their dark skin because of that and they only tanned slightly in the sun. Needless to say, it was a convenient trait. The first time that Toss held her, he wanted to cry and he didn’t know why. Shove was the first person he had ever become so attached to—she was his first love. Toss took care of her constantly while his mother went to book club and sewing classes. He took care of her even when his mother could have. On her fifth birthday when she was old enough, Toss, (who had obtained his pilot’s license at age 14), took her up in the stealth plane his father was in charge of repairing. She loved it to say the least.

As they grew up together, Shove was more and more interested in what Toss was doing with his life. While other Amestrians entered the military, studied alchemy, became proficient at automail, and the like, Toss was studying space—intent on flying higher—just…a little higher. He wanted to show his baby sister the stars. He wanted to map out constellations no one had ever seen before. Flying across the country just wasn’t cutting it anymore. And so…Toss dove into studying for the first time. This was something he knew that he couldn’t learn hands-on; this was something that he had first to invent. When Toss was eighteen, he bought himself a jet. It was a sickly green color. He hated it and invested first in a paint job, allowing his sister to choose the color. She picked red in order to match their eyes. Toss wondered why she didn’t pick white… Maybe because it would get dirty easily? He didn’t know. What was important was the fact that it wasn’t that terrible shade of green. And so, while others were driving tanks, transmuting cars, and building tools of war, Toss flew around in his little, red jet that was half the size of the giant stealth high-flier he was used to. It was so damn fast! He named it: The Fallacy.

The Fallacy was worked on day and night. Toss hadn’t bothered going to college so he had all day to consult experts and attach the needed materials in order to make it space compatible. He didn’t, however, even consider alchemy. Alchemy was a sin in his Ishvallan religion…and he never wanted to upset his dedicated mother. He worked nights at a host bar in order to afford it all. He gained money from girls flocking to admire the calluses on his hands from gripping the clutch day in and day out. It wasn’t a bad trade. When he was twenty years old, he believed it to be finished, though he was told that it was only capable of breaching the Earth’s pull in theory. Toss was willing to test it out. And so was his nine-year-old sister…

On May 20, they took off in secret, without telling their parents, to ascend the heavens and reach higher than the birds. On May 20, they crashed. Just when Toss had eased up, thinking they were out of danger, the engine gave and The Fallacy began plummeting towards the Earth. No… Toss thought. This was impossible. Everything had been perfect. His sister was with him for Ishvala’s sake!!! Shove…Shove was… He turned to meet her tear-stained eyes. How…could this happen? Through her eyes, his life flashed like the flickering lights from the clouds they fell through. They had done so much together… She would always drag him to the movies regardless of whether he cared about the contents or not. He saw so many chick flicks that way… They went to the amusement park every June… As a family, they played cards every Christmas. Even though they didn’t believe in the religion, it was fun to partake in the cheer anyway… They even hung socks up for kicks once. He remembered chasing Shove with his grease covered hands and face around the entire air bunker because she had been bothering him during work. A small laugh escaped his throat and he slammed his head against the dashboard. He could only pull back, hold it, and pray to Ishvala the ship would rise instead of fall. He hadn’t accomplished anything… His only friend was his younger sister who looked up to him… What did he live for? He wasn’t protecting her like this!!!!!!

The ship pulled up just feet from the tips of the trees. What country they were over, he had no idea, but The Fallacy was out of control. They hadn’t plummeted to their deaths, but… Shove stopped chanting her fear in faint sobs—she stopped trying to hug him, and found herself staring out the window with wide eyes, wiping away her tears. “We’re not out of danger…” Toss said softly, his knuckles white on the clutch as he used the entire weight of his body to get the ship to ascend further.

“I know. It’s okay…we’ll get through this… No matter what,” she replied.

Her eyes were serious and Toss could barely look away in time to see a skyscraper right in front of them. He tried turning, but the steering had already been toasted in the too soon reentry into the atmosphere. They were going to crash. He let go of the clutch for the first time and grabbed Shove’s hand. He didn’t want to know what kind of expression was on his face as they burst through the glass of the building. He watched the destruction forming, the smoke, the fires, the sounds of people screaming their last. He—the cause of it all—lived long enough to see the results of his faulty actions. And as The Fallacy touched ground, everything went black.

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“Your sister made it, however she is in a coma. Your parents received her with the remains of your aircraft. Your body wasn’t discovered—well, that’s what was reported...”

He heard them, but he couldn’t see them? In his fuzzy mind, he struggled to process the information and compare it with his memories. Wait…his sister? “Sh-Shove?!” He stammered, trying to move, but not feeling his body. Just…what was this!? Was this what death was like? Was this…what happened when you died? Then suddenly, a piece of cloth was removed from his face to reveal blisteringly bright lights. He squinted, seeing four men in off-white lab coats, holding various tools. Then he heard it…the faint sound of squawking, tweeting, and screaming. Screaming… He wasn’t dead. This… He began feeling himself again and was helped to sit up by one of the four men. Blearily, he looked around the small room. This looked like…a science lab. It wasn’t a hospital. It wasn’t death. So…

“This is the first time you have been taken out of the tank since we found you. If it isn’t obvious, the tests have failed and you are useless to us for your initial intendance,” the same man said as he began moving closer. Toss instinctively pressed himself against the…the what the hell!? He looked at himself and saw chains and buckles holding him to a metal table. He was soaking wet and the cold was just beginning to seep into his skin. He didn’t know what to do—how to react. How did he go from crash landing into a skyscraper to being…some sort of what…test subject? Toss wanted to massage his temples, but his arm wouldn’t move. …This was so frustrating!! His voice felt weak from disuse. But he yelled anyway, the sound cracking. He sounded way too desperate. It made him feel pathetic. “Just what kind of joke are you playing!?”

“Welcome to Projekt Erzengel. We are designed to,” this guy sounded like a robot, “combine human beings with the likes of birds. We are a team of highly trained scientists and alchemists. You are now part of the experiment.”

The wonderful, unemotional response that Toss received was the last thing he heard from them as he was lifted to his unsteady feet and dragged off down a long, dizzying hallway. His head was spilling and the overhead lights seared into his mind, numbing it. Why was he having these sorts of reactions to normal everyday things? The hands under his arms hurt, digging into his ribs and making him want to lash out and then run far away. He didn’t. Why? Well, he was just so exhausted that it was taking energy just to deal with the blasted lights. Just what had that guy meant when he said experiment? Did that imply that he wasn’t saved, but meant to be a test subject? Part of the experiment… He inwardly shuddered and then suddenly felt himself leave the hands of his capturers, his body tossed into darkness. It was comforting…until he noticed that there were skinless shells of humans scattered in corners. And he was surrounded…by creatures. Humans with beaks…people with feathers…? “AH!?” He reacted and slammed himself into the bars that were just shut and locked behind him. This wasn’t real. He was dreaming.

“Hey, newcomer. Where ya from?”

Toss jolted at the voice that came out of nowhere. Along with it followed an extremely normal-looking Amestrian man. The white-haired boy stared at him until the guy gasped in shock. “You’re Ishvallan,” he said, watching the set of red eyes that were fuming with determination.

“Yes, but from East City. What the hell is going on here?” He looked around him and bit his lip, inching further away from the thing that was eyeing him up. He. Was. Not. A. Worm. That’s what birds ate right? Ugh. It had a beak and everything.

“They didn’t tell ya? We are test subjects for the greater good. They are tryin’ to make us humans capable for flight. They’re gunna attach wings to us. At first, I was like you and was against it, but if it succeeds… Oh, if it succeeds, we will be able to fly.” The greasy man ran a hand through his flaky hair and grinned a silver-capped smile. This guy talked too much.

“I can already fly,” Toss muttered, curling a piece of his spikey, white hair around his pinky with a frown. He raised his voice. “I just want to get the hell out of here and see my sister… What day is it?”

“March 19th. And you ain’t gettin’ outta here, son.”

Did…he say March 19th? The day before he took off in The Fallacy. No. Nonono. He refused to except what he knew was coming next. “What year…?” Toss asked halfheartedly.

“It’s true,” he said, “they always keep you in there for a year. The tank I mean… They attach an oxygen mask and that’s it. The chemicals they inject you with is to see whether or not you would be capable of transmuting with a bird.”

“Capable…?”

“Yeah, like some people—most people can’t. You couldn’t, which is why you’re in here with me. Eheheheh…”

Creepy. Toss wanted to crawl between the bars and never look back. Ishvala! They said that Shove was in a coma. She’s been in a coma for a year? …a year!? That was it. He was going to break out of here if it killed him. He didn’t belong here. This had to be illegal. He had to get out. “Why can’t we leave,” he began to ask, but shifted ideas, “how did you get in here?”

“Me? Two years ago I was with my wife on vacation in Central, (we’re from South City), and we got in a car accident. She died. Apparently my body was ashes…and couldn’t be retrieved. Truck turned in front of us. Illegal left-hand turn. You know the drill.”

“No, actually I don’t,” Toss muttered under his breath again and shifted further towards the pile of bones in the corner. At least they wouldn’t eat him. “So they…scavenge accidents?”

“Seems that way. You’re the first new guy we’ve had in this cell in a while. Must be hard, ya know? It’s four things] per cell and as you can see, our other two occupants lost their ability to speak. They…just look like they’re in pain. It’s terrible, but I hope it succeeds with me…Oh, and you as well. But how did you get in this joint?”

Toss didn’t want to answer, but it seemed like he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. If he was going to get anywhere, he needed to befriend the only other human he could converse with. “I’m a pilot—space pilot. I took my ship just barely out of the atmosphere and let up too soon. I crash landed into a skyscraper. My sister…my sister was with me. That’s why I can’t be here.” He instinctively searched for his cellphone, but all he had on were baggy white pants and a white beater. Hah, they should have painted black stripes across them to go with the whole prison thing they had going on here.

“Daaaym!”

And then the man was silent. The next day was spent basking in the horrid sound of the beast’s sputtering breaths and screeches. Toss was pretty sure he was going to go insane if it continued. That was when a new sound broke through the scraping hours. The heavy cell doors were swung open and the same suited man strut in with an excited energy. Great. That could only mean one thing.

“It’s time, whitey.”

Chains hurt. They pulled and pulled and no matter how much he kept up, he got yanked forward. It was obnoxious. Toss grit his teeth to keep himself from lashing out and trying to choke one of the bastards with the heavy ovals of steel. It would be doing their dark hearts a good deed.

He was lead to a room surrounded by bird cages. A man rolled up his sleeves, revealing an array of transmutation circles up and down his arms and all over his palms. Hell if he knew what they meant. He did know, however, that it was a bad sign. He wanted to return to his sister all intact, thank you very much. This wasn’t looking…good. He was pushed onto a table on his stomach and strapped everywhere except across his back. “What in Ishvala’s name are you guys trying to pull here?! You can’t make a human fly with bird wings. Are you crazy or something? Deranged? Did you forget that human bones are heavy!?” Toss’ calm was collapsing. He started to shake, his eyes fiery and ready for laser vision to start working at any time now. That modification would be something he could use. Wings… But he could already fly…

“That is why we plan on liquefying your bones if this succeeds. And then we will modify them to weigh less. The details are useless to explain to you now. If this works, your memory will be wiped anyway.”

Memory-wiping? Was that even possible? And all he knew was how to take apart an airplane and put it back together. He suddenly felt degraded and it made him even more upset. He opened his mouth to retort back, but the room flipped upside down and the now only semi-annoying overhead lights grew dimmer. He tried to grasp at the strings of consciousness, clinging tenaciously to the fabric of his being…to no avail.

* * *

Toss awoke to a sensation that made him scream out. He didn’t know what he was saying, but it was something akin to begging. He begged them to stop, he begged to die, he begged Ishvala to save him, he begged for anyone to save him, he begged until he ran out of things to beg for and then started over. White and black wings were alchemically attaching themselves into the tendons of his shoulder blades. A dead bird lay within his sight, the wings removed. It stared at him blankly and then blinked. He lurched backwards in shock. It…it was still alive!? What cruelty… How could they do this…?!

“Wandering Albatross,” the alchemist declared in a low voice, watching the Ishvallan boy with a careless smirk. “We’ve used that one two or three times now. We just reattach the wings if it doesn’t work. You see, they need to be…fresh.”

Toss wanted to throw up. He legitimately felt nauseous. He could barely think, barely hang onto the information he was just told. Streams of agony dug at his skin, sending piercing rays of light into his mind. Dying…dying… Sweat gathered on his brow, rolling over his now shut eyelids. He was falling apart…he was…no longer human. But something was happening in the background of his inner dialogue of pain and misfortune. A bang echoed in his ears, licking at the corners of what hope was left. The door flew open, a rush of cold air caressing his bare back. The alchemist shrieked—a sound that was all too similar to the birds in the room. Toss tried to turn his head, but could see nothing but the suffering animal directly in front of him. He watched as it slowly turned its head to see whatever was happening behind him. The alchemy stopped…and with it so did the searing agony. Tentatively, he spoke to whoever had walked in and stopped the alchemist, “W-what happened?” Toss yanked at the holds, frustrated beyond measure. And all of a sudden he felt one side loosen and soon after the other. Immediately, he charged to his feet to see men all clad in the Creig military uniform. There were so many, his head spun and he had to grab onto something to steady him.

“Toss,” the man standing in front of him said with a hint of pity and an accent, “we have been sent from the office of Lon Dubh—Carraig’s air fleet. We received your application and have tracked your location. It appears there has been an illegal trafficking of chimera, birds, and humans to this facility. We have obtained permission from the Amestrian government to intervene and bring it down. Now… Wait, wait you’re bleeding everywhere, don’t—”

“Wake up you bastard!!” Toss was shaking the alchemist, limp wings hanging out from his back. The Creig man stepped back and took a gander at the scene that was unfolding. “What?” Toss turned to shed a glance at the Creig man. “You can’t expect me to just waltz out with you and leave the birds like this…” His eyes were burning along with his venomous voice, just enough to rouse the alchemist on the floor. He groaned and opened his eyes. “You,” he tore off the wings from his back, careful not to damage them to the best of his ability, “put these wings back where they belong or this man here will kill you.” Two rivers of blood ran down the gashes in his back, but Toss wasn’t paying attention to that or to the fast that the man would probably kill the alchemist anyway; his eyes were on the Wandering Albatross that was cowering in pain in the corner. It hadn’t made a sound this entire time…

The alchemist moved, picking up the still-warm wings and placing them near the bird. He shut his eyes and slapped the ground. The circles on his arms glowed warm colors and the bird let out a wail that Toss was sure no animal could make. The wings were soon replaced and the alchemist collapsed onto his side. It was clear he had given up on his life. Toss, who was barely clinging to his own consciousness, stood up and speed-walked over to the cages. “Open these,” he ordered without thinking, “I mean, could you please free the bir—” He fell, but the Creig man who had spoken before caught him with an agitated sigh.

“You’re making it difficult to save you, Toss,” he laughed, somewhat amused with his own banter. Toss groaned something with his head lowered and then managed to stand upright, walking over to the Wandering Albatross and lifting it into his arms. The thing…was huge. He could barely carry it.

“This bird weighs more than me.”

And so with the help of a bunch of men, Toss had two shoulders to lean on, one to carry his bird, and twenty or so others to destroy the facilities and let the birds and victims out. Needless to say that Amestris had many exotic birds enter its niche. They eventually made it to a hospital of some sort. It wasn’t a public hospital… It turned out that Toss required eighty-six stitches all of which he didn’t pay a dime for. Was he this important to the Creig government? He didn’t understand, but he was too intimidated to ask. He was getting somewhat confortable with the man that had first encountered him (his name was Cayden). Now, Cayden kept trying to initiate some sort of conversation, but kept stopping and looking out the window as if he hadn’t turned and opened his mouth.

“Will you spit it out already!?” Toss stammered from the bed, throwing back the sheets.

“Well, tomorrow you will be officially released by the doctor. After that, we assume you would like to see your parents? We informed them of your safe recovery. We also received intel that your sister is still in a coma…and well,” he fidgeted, eyes lowering—Cayden was a good man, “you would probably want to see her. After that, you know the rules of your application, correct?”

“Yes,” was Toss’ immediate answer, eyes glowing with excitement. Years ago when he had first bought The Fallacy, he had turned in an application to the Lon Dubh fleet. This application was to join the elite space cadets in Carraig who were the best in the world. This was his dream… The rules were simple: once accepted, he could never leave. Toss had no idea why he would ever want to. At least he was allowed to see his family first… His family that had thought he was dead for a year. He shuddered at the thought and rolled over. “It’s late, I’m guessing we’re going to East City tomorrow?”

“Correct,” Cayden responded, exiting stage right.

The morning came and Toss rose with the bright-ass sun. He was raring and ready to go. He was sick of captivation. It was time to be free… He wanted to fly (and not with wings). The instant Cayden came into the room, the ishvallan flew from the bed and to the door. “How is Savvy?”

“The bird? He’s good…loud, but he eats a pound a fish a day. How are you going to take care of him!?”

“Don’t worry about it. Are we going?”

The car ride was boring. Ever since Toss had gotten The Fallacy, he had flown the baby even to the grocery store. It would be so must faster… “Are you thinking about flying?” Cayden asked with a little smirk on his well-groomed face.

“Of course, what else would I be thinking about?” They laughed. Life was looking up finally… Even though he had been caught for experiments… Toss didn’t care how many scars he came out with. He got through it. It was terrifying; he wouldn’t deny that. But…what mattered—what his mother always taught him—was that he was here now and it was over. He had to let it go and move on towards what was important. He stared at the blue sky, the light reflecting in his red eyes. He was glad he had the scars to remind him…how fragile humanity was.

The car stopped. Toss threw open the door and ran up the steps into his house. He was just about on the 16th frantic ringing of the doorbell when the front door burst open and he dove into his mother’s sobbing arms. His father stood in the background with a wide grin on his face, coming over to pat his son on the shoulder. “You made it,” he said. Toss smiled.

He spent the entire day with them, talking about his experiences, playing cards, watching movies, explaining how The Fallacy crashed. His father had fixed it in the year’s time that he thought his son was dead. Toss was enthralled to see it… It even had a new paint job! He was surprised even a piece of it survived the crash. It clearly protected his life and his sister’s…although she hit her head too hard against the tempered glass… He wanted to see Shove. No, he needed to see her. Tomorrow they would take a trip to the hospital and then he would go with Cayden to Carraig to begin his training in the ranks. Experiencing this—being home…made it just a bit harder to leave. But his mother and his father were just so happy that he was alive. They said that they would visit frequently and take good care of Shove. Toss could accept that and he had to regardless. It was time to face the horizon.

The sun rose and they reached the hospital, everyone waiting outside while Toss visited his little sister. Silence boomed. He clutched the bedrail with clammy hands, wondering if the throbbing pain in his back was the cause of his dizziness or it was the fact that his baby sister was lying in a bed hooked up to so many machines. “No…” he breathed, falling onto his knees in sobs. “Why?” His hands slid from the cold metal and twisted around her pale fingers. “Please…you need to wake up and keep mom and dad company. I swear I’ll make enough money to protect you. I’ll go for you. For you…I will do anything to get you to wake up—even…if we have to hire an alchemist. Shove, I was transmuted. I know what it’s like. Ishvala is forgiving. She isn’t hateful or vengeful… It will be okay. Mother has already agreed. Father hasn’t, but… if it’s to save you… I’ll go.” He reached to touch the bandages on his back (and it was a rather hard reach). “And I’ll come back, I promise.” He wiped the tears away.

* * *

Carraig…was an island. It was covered with cliffs and mountains and runways. This was a dangerous place for fliers, but it was intriguing. No wonder only the best could attend… He brought The Fallacy with him. It was his transportation and his very soul. Cayden introduced him to the top men and even Gavin the head of Carraig himself. Toss was immediately recognized for his skills in mechanics and control of just about any ship they dished out at him. While his knowledge in other things was extremely limited, Toss knew everything about ships space-capable or not. The Fallacy was both, but needed some fine-tuning in the space-capable category. He knew the statistics of each ship, all the parts they possessed, how to build them, how to handle them and all the different models. He rose in the ranks extremely quickly.

After three years, Toss was dubbed a coróin. Only seldom few are chosen within the lifespan of the king and only one is allowed to be alive at a time. Thus, it was a great honor to bear the tattoo given to those with the title of coróin. Toss hardly felt any pain as the upside down crown of dark gray was burned into the skin underneath his left eye. It was amazing… His parents were so proud and they continuously received the extras in his fat paycheck. The Fallacy was more up to date than any of the other aircrafts out there. Soon, others were able to do both space-capable and non-space-capable. It was amazing…and The Fallacy’s computer system was only getting greater and greater.

Then an order from the top came in. Toss was to test-fly one of their newer models (that had never been flown before) over Amestrian soil. However, they hadn’t gotten the clear and he was told to fly high enough so he couldn’t be detected. No one owned the skies up there.

…or so he thought. He was in the cockpit, testing all the gears, switches, buttons, voice activations, etc. when a loud beeping showed up on the monitor. Incoming missiles?! But the weapons in this vessel weren’t installed yet!! Toss glared at the screen and maneuvered the air craft known as Glorious out of the way, but like he guessed, they were heat-activated and locked onto his signal. He swerved, flying over two of them and then flew back towards the third. Two of them collided and exploded, but the third, which should have detonated in the explosion, didn’t. It came right for him, giving him 0.43 seconds to avoid it. When it hit, the entire engine went out. Not again… he thought, slamming his fists against the controls. He would make it… he had to for Shove’s sake.

He crashed. The cockpit was just barely intact, albeit crumpled like a broken soda can. Blood was sliding down one of his cheeks, over his eye. All he saw was red. A piece of the machinery was lodged in his chest, stunting his hazardous breathing. His one leg was bent funny and he couldn’t feel it. The other was stabbed through with one of the railings. He was doomed. He knew…he was going to die. The roof was only sky, having flown off at some point. He lay there in the same chair, tightly buckled in, watching the clouds. They looked like marshmallows…he loved marshmallows…

Was this the end of him? Would he now face true death? Would his parents be heartbroken? How much…just how much would they cry? Out of his good eye, he felt tears forming. They spilled down his cheek and then he saw a beautiful woman form through the blur. Reaching out a crooked hand, he tried to touch her long, blue hair. When he felt it, he knew he wasn’t hallucinating. She was real… What was she doing in a wrecked cockpit of a Crieg aircraft? She simply pried his mouth open and it hurt. Just that small movement hurt. Some blood dribbled down his chin and he smiled with red teeth. She was like an angel those bastards were trying to make…only she didn’t have wings. He was the wings…if only he could give them to her, but…this was the end. He sputtered up more blood, but she kept trying to put something in his mouth. It was a bright red stone. It glittered so brilliantly in the setting sun. She shoved it down his throat and he involuntarily swallowed. Seconds later, he was convulsing, eyes rolling up in their sockets. The world flashed in vivid colors. Life…was slowly returning. Briefly, he felt a vicious pain cycle through his body as the large metal piece of machinery was yanked out of his chest and the railing out of his leg. He felt all his blood leaving him then, but it combated with something else in his system.

{jacob!!! jacob!!!!}
{it’s too early}
{what is sixty-nine divided by seven}
{where is my dog i can’t find my dog}
{i never gave her my report card}
{teacher…i wanted to become a teacher}
{sally stop running!!}
{don’t close the door}
{the last train was an hour ago}
{how can i face my boss with my son like this?}

Toss’ mind spiraled into the wails of various souls. Their distorted faces flashed before his eyes as the stone that he swallowed fought against whatever was still human left within his body. His skin burned hotter than any fever, his eyes squeezed shut. He was screaming, he realized, hands clutching his head, pieces of sticky blood-stained white hair grassing out between his fingers. Humanity lost. The humanity in him lost the battle to the stone and he watched as it became one with what was left of his being. It connected so well with him that he was sure it was meant to be…

“Welcome back, Greed,” the blue-haired girl cooed the instant he opened his eyes. He looked down at himself to find iridescent scales covering every inch of his body. He gaped and looked back at her. Had he turned into a dragon? He wanted to ask her, but she shushed him and led the new homunculus out of the wrecked devastation of Glorious. He noted that it had crashed in the center of Central Park. Lovely. He stared after her and then eventually followed.

He spent days in her care, recovering slowly…and well, living despite there being a gaping hole in his chest. It made him sick. She told him that the stone was made out of souls and that it had saved his life. She told him about the other homunculi and about Father who was dead. Toss’ mind and body were given a few days to cope with the sudden onslaught of information. How…much change was he going to have to go through until life was satisfied?! But…he was glad. He wasn’t dead. He would do anything…anything to live so he could still save his sister. He told Vanity that. And she asked him to help her in exchange for saving his life. Toss agreed with conditions. He could under no circumstances ever betray Carraig. And after exactly four days, he returned to Carraig, to their surprise, unharmed.

Toss requested that he receive dual citizenship and certificates for The Fallacy to fly over any airspace. He was granted this as his first and only wish during his stay in Lon Dubh. He requested an audience with Gavin himself to notify him of his strange new powers after confirming with Vanity (the blue-haired girl) that it was okay for him to share the information that he was the homunculus Greed with others. When Cayden heard the news, he laughed and said that he hoped Toss wouldn’t go around and steal from everyone. Toss snickered, saying that he could control the powers. He had an ultimate shield…able to withstand a crash even from space (they tested it). Toss had come down with only a few scratches and bruises. Thus, he became one of the most famous test-pilots in all of history.

As time passed, Toss played with bombs and self-destructing ships. Cayden kept teasing him and calling him a kamikaze. He liked the sound of that… He couldn’t die. No matter how many times he blew himself up. So it fit. Cayden was amused to no end. What a great friend, right? Savvy, his bird, was still living happily with him. Mostly he flew alongside The Fallacy and fished for himself in the seas off the cliffs of Carraig. But he always returned to the nest (Toss’ apartment). Toss’ favorite place was floating around in space and sitting in the customized cockpit of The Fallacy. He loved it. He made frequent visits to his sister even after becoming Greed. He told his parents and though they were horrified, they still were just happy he survived. All those hardships… he got through them and was ready for the next punch.

A lot happened. Most of which Toss didn't really care about. The main thing was The Fallacy was destroyed, blown up by a hacker that somehow out-hacked him. This was in Drachma, which was why Toss now hated Drachma. He sneered at the heartless, cold, white abyss that was somehow considered a country. In the end, he blew up the Kremlin...whoops. Oh, and then he got captured by the enemy. Whoops again. Well, how the hell was he supposed to know that Fort Briggs had a freaking champ on their side that knew how to stab a giant pike of ice through a homunculi and render them unconscious? Anyway, Gavin rescued him, and he obtained his first kiss through extremely forceful means. Vanity was the receiver, turning to mush in his hands and becoming his property. The Aerugese girl followed Toss back home to Aerugo where he met with Gavin and tried not to die whilst explaining why he was fighting for RIOTE and Vanity. Well, it was BECAUSE HE WASN'T HUMAN. And only because he owed the bitch one for making him, well, immortal. Yeah, that was about it.

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[Toss Ivanova]

POWERS:
→ Is known to contain a strange otherworldly power obtained from the lives of human beings--correction--souls. This homunculus by the alias of 'Greed' has been alive for longer than two centuries. Inhabiting various bodies, Greed was never known to be birthed directly from the being referred to as 'Father'. This homunculus has always taken on a human form, passing its essence along to one innocent human to the next. However, it appears as if the one known as 'Toss' was one of the few able to tame the beast and meld 'Greed' into himself post 'Father's' passing.

Greed's original powers have been preserved throughout it's chaotic odysseys into people's lives. Toss has gained these powers over time and had learned to wield them in the desired way. The control of Greed is in no way under dispute. Greed is Toss; Toss is Greed. No other being or essence is intact as per the past in historical records. I repeat Greed is not under question; there is no danger.

Although Toss' healing capabilities are somewhat slower than the average homunculus (but faster than Sloth), his shield is nearly unbreakable. His power is deemed: 'the ultimate shield' in the text books, but Toss himself refers to it as scales. Unlike other Greeds in the past, Toss does not have the usual makings of the ultimate shield. While he doesn't have the rock-like skin or red markings leading over the surface, Toss has kaleidoscopic scales. When something that would penetrate a normal human is slammed against him, his entire body breaks out in iridescent scales that resemble that of a mythological beast--a dragon, more or less. The pupils of his scarlet eyes become cat-like slits and these diamond-like flakes seep out of his skin like blood, protecting him from anything less than a nuclear bomb. In order to breach this shield, one would need to strike in the same exact spot over and over again to shatter the scale and reach his human underlayings.

Weapons can be lodged into his skin, causing initial agony only to quickly heal and be absorbed into the underlayings of the dragon scales. Things like knives can be drawn out by shifting those scales with concentration and stabbing them back through his skin while either leaving the hilt still lodged inside or continuing to push it all the way out. By keeping the hilt inside, the knives or other weapons can then act as claws or be thrust out at any given time to stab someone or be used in combat almost like a porcupine with sharp inanimate objects or weapons of any kind.

If those weapons, once revealed, are compromised by any form of attack Toss then has the ability to 'grow' scales over the objects he holds as well. This goes for anything, be it a glass, his phone, a knife, or even The Fallacy. However, the larger the object, the more focus it requires, and the faster he tires out. For example, if he shields his spaceship, The Fallacy with his ultimate shield to block a rocket of some sort, his own defenses will not only weaken, but he will grow fatigued the longer he has it up. So for larger objects, usually it's just a flash of the shield to block it. His scales can also take on a sharpness. So if Toss were to pick up a stick, he could fit it with his scales and then use it like he would a blade.

Toss is Greed and Greed is not meant for simply protecting himself and his shit, but also gathering MOAR shit. For example, Toss is capable of seeing valuables. He can see through wallets to gauge how much money a person has, he can see price tags on watches--on clothes--on anything really. The only thing is that he had to focus hard on it and then will see it in his mind. The X-ray vision only works on things that he views as valuable. He cannot see through women's clothing unless it is completely dire that he do so in his mind. He can't easily trick himself into viewing something as valuable; it either is or it isn't, judged solely by his subconscious and irreversible.

Like all homunculi, Greed has a true form. However, since Toss is a human-based homunculus, his true form is never seen. Greed is special in that he is the least attached to Father. His form isn't tiny like Envy's or Pride's, but instead giant and menacing like his nature. This form is an iridescent dragon with red eyes, a gold spine, and white scales that reflect in rainbows of hues. It has wings and thus can fly, albeit not very high due to it's mass. When Toss not transforms into, but becomes this dragon, it is a very long and painful process. His bones are bent and his skeletal structure converted to fit the scale of the dragon. And while all this is happening, he is constantly healing and his ultimate shield is protecting his vitals. The point of a transformation like this on is either for the razor-like teeth and claws or the strong defensive abilities it has, such as flying and the strengthened scales.

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TRIVIA:
→ He is a dreamer.
→ He has zero common sense.
→ He laughs in the face of danger.
→ He's like an animal in most ways: little sounds bother him, he reacts quickly, he is easily disturbed, he is easily irked, he freaks out about small things, he likes growling, etc.
→ He has anger management issues.
→ Hanna (Shove) is his sister.
→ He is extremely fast and agile.
→ He is really good at stealing things without being noticed.
→ He carries around a shit-ton of bombs everywhere he goes. And always has them on his person.
→ He stores weapons under his skin such as knives, needles, and small swords. He almost always has four knives in each hand that act as claws.
→ He wears steel rings on his middle finger and thumb in order to create sparks for his bombs.
→ He knows how to wire or disarm nearly any kind of bomb.
→ He can sometimes appear to be suicidal (in his form of attack), but he actually highly values his own life.
→ He is very knowledgeable about anything to do with airplanes, aircrafts, or spaceships.
→ In order to stay in Carraig, he has to wear a device invented by Carraig to regulate his thoughts and to keep Greed in check so he doesn't go on a wild rampage. Of course, it doesn't always work.
→ He has his own Spaceship called The Fallacy (see custom weapons).
→ He is a test pilot for Carraig.
→ He is a mechanic for Carraig.
→ He is dedicated to the elite air and space force of Carraig, called: Lon Dubh.
→ He has achieved the highest honor as a flight pilot for Carraig and that was how he obtained his tattoo under his left eye called: coróin.
→ One can tell when Toss is being controlled by Greed because the coróin tattoo under his eye is regenerated by the shield and appears to have disappeared.
→ His scars on his back over his shoulder blades are from being tested on in a chimera lab. (They tried to attach wings and failed).
→ His favorite flower is an orchid.
→ He will pretty much do anything Gavin says signs, but it has to be detailed. For instance, if he says: "blow up that building", Toss will get a balloon and draw the building on it, blow it up, and then hand it to him.
→ He has a pet Wandering Albatross (a seabird with the longest wingspan of any other bird) named: Savvy.
→ He collects different kinds of tooth brushes, cellphones, and computers, etc. and yet doesn't own a television.
→ He has a lot of 'why me?!' moments.
→ He is fluent in Amestrian, Ishvallan, and Crieg.

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