Enlil Ajiad

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CASE FILE: Alchemist (Non-militant)

You don't have to feel like a waste of space. You're original, cannot be replaced. If only you knew what the future holds....after a hurricane, comes a rainbow.
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FULL NAME:
→ Enlil Ajiad / Captain Peacock

AGE:
→ 24

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Amestria

RACE:
→ Amestrian, with a distant Ishvallan lineage.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ October 15th, 1986

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HEIGHT:
→ 180cm

WEIGHT:
→ 80kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Enlil is average height and weight for a male of his age. He has medium-length brown hair, that is always unkempt and untidy. His eyes are a dark brown, and give the impression of perpetual sleepyness, or extreme boredom. His chin is marked by a constant stubble, preferring a five o'clock shadow to a full-blown beard.

His skin is a slightly darker hue than typical of Amestrians, showing a hint of his Ishvallan heritage. His frame is neither fat or skinny, but just average. Not athletic, not frail, not chubby, not Hulk-muscular....just average. He has slightly longer arms and legs than proportionable to his torso. His long-ish arms end in pretty large palms, with somewhat shorter and stubbier fingers. His feet come off as awkward, being pretty large for his height and build.

Enlil's typical wardrobe consists of a tan fedora with a black band above the brim, a dark tan khaki trenchcoat, dress slacks of varying colors (usually black), a white/neutral colored dress shirt, and tie of varying designs and colors (his favorite being a solid aubergine). Under his shirt, he tends to wear a bullet-proof vest, given his work occasionaly putting him in threat of injury. He is known to wear a plethora of other outfits, depending on where his work as a Private Investigator takes him.

Given his appearance and bland attire, he is easily lost in a crowd, and often glanced over. He's just yet another average-looking guy making his way around town.

As Captain Peacock, Enlil wears a blue face mask, with green accents around the eyes. This mask covers his full face, save for his mouth and chin.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Enlil is a very calm individual. His upbringing through his parents has stressed the importance of being "normal" or "average". He was told his limits, and the extent of his capabilities. This has inadvertently installed a mental conditioning in which he truly believes in the predetermined limits instilled in him through outside sources. He is one who will most likely not live up to his inner potential, and not know the difference. He is content with being average, and his athletic and academical achievements reflect this. Although he does know alchemy, he "accepts" that he will never be great at it, rather choosing to admire those with outwardly greater potential and capabilities.

Enlil gets along with people pretty well, but always comes off as reserved or awkward. For example, he is the type to abstain from telling a joke, believing it to probably not be as funny or appreciated as he thinks. Once again, he'd rather laugh at other people's jokes, and admire their own outgoing and witty behavior, rather than cater to his own instincts in that regard.

He is not quick to make enemies or friends, since many consider his personality of little value, often seeking more engaging and outgoing people.

These personality quirks often affect his work, since he is more apt to push more difficult cases onto local authorities, feeling that he is often incapable of the danger and oftentimes the severity of certain issues. Overall, he is not much of a risk-taker, some of his larger and more dangerous decisions being whether or not to try a new restaurant or bar.

Captain Peacock however, is the exact potential that lives within Enlil, with no inhibitions. He is quick to smile and laugh, and just as quick to be the source of other's laughter, even if he isn't as funny as he thinks...There is nothing to big or small for the dear Captain, and he welcomes risks and danger with open arms. His combat abilities far excedes Enlil, including alchemy, since he refuses to believe there are such petty things as "limits".

Captain Peacock is quick to come to any call for help, and views himself as a protector of the streets, his eyes and heart seeking out trouble where local authorities may not be aware.

He is awesome.

LOVE:
→ Xingese cuisine
→ Reading books on the various applications of alchemy. (Idiot's Guide to Everyday Alchemy)
→ Studying martial arts at a local dojo
→ Films about martial arts
→ A good, cold beer.
→ Living within the means of his limits.
→ Origami

HATE:
→ Challenges that force him to test his limits.
→ Sweets
→ Overly loud and obnoxious people
→ Those who would call themselves "gang members", and those who generally take advantage of, or harm good, hardworking people
→ Cats

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ DUN DUN DUN! (He is a "superhero", a secret not even he knows...)

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HISTORY:
→ Enlil Ajiad was born in a middle class home in modern Amestria, Central City. He grew up in the same home as his grandparents, and great grandparents, and great great grandparents, who were immigrants from Ishvalla. He is the oldest of two children, born to his law enforcement father, and marketing agent mother. He has a younger sister, who he has always looked out and cared for. His mother and father took no risks in raising their children, leaving them rather sheltered. The siblings were home schooled, and Enlil recieved extra lessons from his father; how to pay close attention to detail, spending nearly every free moment teaching his son to be careful and look out for the world around him.

At the age of 10, Enlil was discovered to have the potential for alchemy. After many days of begging to start practicing alchemy, his parents purchased for him only the simplest of books to teach him the bare basics of the art. His parents feared that he may go beyond his limits, or go looking for trouble. They were happy to see him become an average student, being neither terrible, nor much better than anyone else.

Although loving, Enlil's parents were strict in enforcing limits upon their children, instilling in them not only the importance of being average, but the necessity. This lead to Enlil becoming very content with being average, and a majority of his potential untapped.

After finishing with high school, Enlil moved on to a local university, majoring in chemistry. He enjoyed the link between the basic elements and alchemy, and pursued a private study of combining the two interests.

In an almost uncharacteristic act of impulse, Enlil left college to seek out his own employment using his self-taught alchemy and his father's lessons on perception. He now works as a private investigator, running a small office in Central City. He is careful to not take on jobs that are too taxing, preferring to stay in the limits of his perceived potential.

And now folks, since it is rather difficult detailing out the life of an average person, without including trips to the doctor, and schoolyard activities in detail, I bring you....THE ORIGINS OF CAPTAIN PEACOCK!

Tuesday. A slow day, in what appeared to be the start of an equally slow week. I sighed as I kicked my feet onto my desk and leaned back in my chair. I surveyed my small office, taking in the organized, clean desk, the obligatory potted plants even distributed in the corners, a small television mounted to a wall, a bookshelf stocked with books on alchemy, and a filing cabinet full of various information regarding cases, their associated people including the clients themselves, and an assortment of random people I happened to observe. Do you want to know your neighbor's favorite Tuesday lunch spot? I probably have it written down somewhere.

I sighed, contemplating leaving the office for some lunch. The clock chimed. Ten times. Too early for lunch. Bastard clock. I tipped down my fedora, blocking my view to the office and outside world. Maybe a nap would ease the boredom. A tinkling of bells pulled me from my near slumber. The door. Maybe a new client...

"Hello?" A woman's voice. I took in that one word, and let my brain analyze it. Attractive, maybe mid to late thirties, emotionally distressed. I rolled my eyes before tipping my fedora back up, affirming my assumptions on the woman. Probably another dejected wife that fears her husband was cheating on her.

"What can I do for you?" I asked politely.

"Mr...Enlil...A..ajee..." her voice trailed off in uncertainty.

"Ah-zhee-odd," I corrected her. "Miss...?"

"Klauptman. Annabelle Klauptman." Her voice cracked. She quickly removed a handkerchief from her rather expensive-looking purse. "Excuse me," she managed before blowing her nose rather loudly. Her eyes were rimmed with red, as if she had not stopped crying and missed sleep for a few days.

"I was recommended to you by a friend, she said you helped her find out her husband was cheating on her...Quite frankly, I don't know who else to go to...My daughter, Elisia has been missing...I turned it into the local authorities already, of course, but they say there's not much we can do at this point...They said all signs point to her being taken by a gang that specializes in human trafficking, that after a few days, she won't be able to be f-f-f-foun-," she cut her last word short, unable to hold her composure any longer. Her wails and sobs echoed against the bare walls.

I bit my lip. Come to think of it, I did read an article in the paper about young Elisia Kauptman. She had gone missing, and police immediately assumed foul play. Human trafficking, huh? A dangerous business to get into, and an even more dangerous business to pit yourself against. They say within 72 hours, the victim is gone. No longer exists, forcefully addicted to drugs, waiting to be sold off for the sick pleasures of the bastard that decided to buy them. Poor girl.

"Can you h-help me, M-mister Ajiad?" I glanced back towards Mrs. Kauptman, pity etched into my eyes. Could I help her? Not likely. It's far too dangerous for one man to attempt to gather information on this society, let alone sneak in and make away with a victim.

"Ma'am, I don-" I began.

"Don't you dare tell me there's nothing you can do! I was told you know these streets, that you know people!" she bellowed, clutching her over-used handkerchief. She waved a hand at my bookshelf. "And you know alchemy!"

I sighed and leaned forward. "Ma'am, that particular industry is very dangerous. I'm sure the authorities..."

"To hell with the authorities! They told me my baby girl is gone! She's ten! They say there's nothing more they can do, but keep an eye out!"

I frowned. It was true, though. All of it. There was no longer anything to be done. I suppose I could use some contacts, work my way into a low-level position, maybe gather some information...no, not me. I couldn't, it was just not possible for me. How could I do something that even trained law enforcement agents could handle? I'm just one man.

"I'm sorry, ma'am...I can't help you....Not me..." I stammered. Mrs. Kauptman glared at me.

"So you won't even try to find a ten year old girl who...who...most likely...will be...s-s-old..." she quickly clutched at her breast, her chest heaving. She looked at me with the most heartbreakingly defeated look I have ever seen. She blinked through tears, and then turned and yanked the door open. She swept briskly out, not even bothering to shut the door.

I stared after her for a few moments, watching the wind toss around some leaves in her wake.

I stood up and shut the door.

ONE WEEK LATER

She's dead, poor little Elisia Kauptman. Apparently she had tried to escape her captors and was silenced before she could properly alert anyone. Dead at the age of ten, at the hands of those who would sell her body in every way imaginable to the highest bidder.

I caught the local news channel as the information was presented to the public. Mr.s Klauptman stood there, staring and wailing at the camera, the same defeated and crushed look on her face when she had left my office. Mr. Klauptman had his arm around her quivering shoulders, tears streaming down his face. He glared accusingly at the camera - at me - blaming the lack of ability of the local authorities. The ineptitude of those who swore to protect the innocent. We had never met, but I'm sure his wife had told him about me, and it was me he was also blaming. Accusing for the loss of his daughter. Damming my unwillingness to help. Unwillingness? No, lack of ability...

No, your unwillingness

But what could I do, I was but one man...

Plenty, and you know it. You have contacts, you have means.

I choked, attempting to fight the all-consuming guilt and hysteric depression.

You should have taken the job, safety be dammed. Comfort be dammed.

No, I couldn't have done what the authorities couldn't. They had more tools, they had more men, they had..

More excuses? You know what you should have done!

I'm not a hero, I'm just a man trying to make a living...

Doing what? Following businessmen around with a camera, trying to catch them in the act? Why did you start this agency if not to be a hero? To save people?

I didn't know the answer to that, so I just sat there and cried, my shoulders heaving. I wanted it to stop, I wanted to not feel the guilt anymore. I wanted to not see the smiling picture of that little girl. I wanted to burn the image of those sobbing, defeated, and broken parents. I wanted to fix it, but it was too late.

It's not too late for you. It's not too late for plenty of others. What will you do?

I didn't answer. I knew what I would do. Nothing. I couldn't. There was another answer out there, but it was not with me, it was not within my limits. I leaned forward to clutch my knees. No, all I wanted was to sleep. To curl up and forget how to think again. I closed my eyes. I saw little Elisia, smiling at me from her photo. I squeezed my eyes tighter and let the weariness overwhelm me. I drifted further and further, losing track of my consciousness as Elisia smiled at me.

I opened my eyes. Brushed the tears from my face. I stood up and looked around my apartment. Enlil's apartment. He would be back to take claim on his life again, but until then...

A shot rang out into the night. Gunfire. A screech of tires and yelling.

Well, until then....Captain Peacock had work to do.

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ALCHEMIC/ALKAHESTRIC ABILITY:
→ Carbon Alchemy: Enlil, through his background in studying chemistry, uses carbon as his main alchemic power.

Uses:
→Can condense a number of carbon molecules into a stronger form of carbon. (Current strength potential: As hard/sharp/heavy as Steel).

Enlil primarily uses this ability with special carbon paper. He folds the paper into various shapes, which he stores in his inner coat pockets, and uses alchemy to make the carbon condense, forming a heavier, stronger object. A main example of this is making little boomerang-like objects from paper, then transmuting them to have a small blade edge, or simply making them heavier to bludgeon opponents.

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TRIVIA:
→ He suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder. Captain Peacock is his alternate ego, and he is the exact opposite of Enlil, being stronger, smarter, faster, and better with alchemy as a result of disregarding Enlil's usual determination of "limits". While a little confidence goes a long way, a hell of a lot of confidence tends to get your burned. For this reason, Captain Peacock may come off as arrogant, and is more prone to harm.
→ Enlil's mental condition is triggered by any outside stimulus that causes him to lose a significant amount of control over his faculties. This includes, but is not limited to: being black-out drunk, extreme fear, extreme panic, being drugged, long bouts of insomnia, etc. Being knocked unconscious does not necessarily trigger the disorder, as the body itself is not capable of sustaining constant mental control and awareness (same with sleep). However, being knocked out may lead to Captain Peacock taking the lead on awakening, depending on the circumstances.
→ Is fluent in Amestrian, has knowledge of Ishvallan (primarily school-taught).

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ALIAS:
→ Bobtherocket. Bob. Master Bob. Our Divine One Who Does Rock and Enjoys a Good Batch of Nachos, Bob.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ FIRST

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Sup?

FACE CLAIM:[*code]SERIES/ARTIST/character[/code*] (Take out the * and this message)

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Private Investigator

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ The Origami Alchemist

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[Dai]

A P P R O V E D

You just need to understand ONE thing, and that's that you'll only be able to do one of those Alchemies at Level One. I recommend the hardening.