Tracy Chambers [done]

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Alchemist

"Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday."
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FULL NAME:
→ Tracy Ryan Chambers Goes by Scott Michael Faust (explained in history)

AGE:
→ 27

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central

RACE:
→ Amestrian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ Aug 2

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HEIGHT:
→205 cm

WEIGHT:
→ 66 kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DEscriptION:
→ His hair is messy dark brown that is pretty long for a guy's usual. His eyes are ice blue and his skin a fair pale. He is almost wearing a tan cowboy hat with a brown coat and leather black pants. Over one eye sits a black, studded eye patch that has a scratch beneath it. Beneath he has a muscle shirt, white that frames his well-toned body. He always seems to have a frown, but secretly he's amused. His voice is deep and authoritive, but with a hint of amusement in each word. His walk is usually with hands in his pockets and his coattails dragging behind him. He has black gloves on as well and steel-toed boots. He's right handed and almost always has a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He is very tall, about 6 foot and has to duck when around doorways. His jacket is old and tattered, even burnt in some places. Upon his back is strapped a large riffle, which is his weapon. His personality shines often in his half-closed, annoyed sapphire eye color. Beneath his eyepatch which is black and studded with silver metal, his eyes is closed; scarred over completely.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Laziness. Tracy is the embodiedment of laziness. He prefers procrastination to everything in the world. When he is not procrastinating and avoiding work, he is smoking and drinking. His personality is chill and cool and he barely finds any reason to get angry and never blows his top. He sleeps alot and eats alot more. If anything he should've been sloth! It is ridiculous how lazy he can be. He likes to show off his rifle. Tracy keeps to himself, he's rather quiet and sort of depressed. This sprouts from all the crap he's gone through. Some think he's mentally unstable, but he's simply jhust calm.

However Tracy is quite a flirt. Especially when he's drunk and this tends to make Maya mad. He doesn't do it intentionally, in fact the only reason he does is usually for information or a free beer. He feels guilty constantly when he makes Maya mad and glooms over it like an idiot, usually going off and getting drunk. He tries to do what he can to support them, but usually he prefers sleeping or lazing about staring at the sky. He severely lacks motivation. Usually it takes Maya to give him a good kick in the ass before he gets anything done. He treats her like a treasure and gives her anything she wants that he can, essentially calling her his 'Angel' his 'princess' and his 'Siren'. Of course this is only in private and when in public he can sometimes be insensitive, but usually it's just when he's tired after a long day of work. He can't stand the doctor, but works for him anyways. When he's angry, it shows though. He gets angry when people hurt Maya or talk bad about the military; only because people like Scott have noone to stand up for themselves. He's a big 'teddy bear' type meaning he looks tough, but he's a softie. He rarely smiles and keeps a straight-line, pokerface.

LOVE:
→ most men, women, sex, smoke, alcohol, Lazing about, Maya

HATE:
→ fighting, reading, doing paperwork, liars, thiefs, working

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Bi, He is dead >> to the military and all records

IDOL:
→ none

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HISTORY:
→ Tracy was born in a small town near the edge of Central. However his childlife was less than wonderful. He was raised in an orphanage that sat beside a graveyard. Everyday when he woke up and looked out his window he could see the graveyard and he always wondered how many children from the orphanage were buried there. He had a feeling he would never be adopted and essentially, he was right. Noone ever gave Tracy a second look. Being in such a large orphanage there were so many children around, Tracy usually hid himself in his room, where he took up smoking just for attention. His acts came to no progress and he took up drinking as well all before the age of 13. It was an addiction before long and next thing Tracy knew, before he could respond, he was kicked out of the orphanage for being 'a bad egg'. Of course this was in the darker area of central and noone noticed.

Spending the rest of his years on the streets, Tracy rarely knew what it was like to sleep on an actual bed. He was often found sprawled out on dumpsters with an old shoebox as a pillow. Life in the slums wasn't easy and daily he had to fight for scraps and territory. Tracy was veryu good at fighting, but he hardly ever one and usually ended up taking his few things and wandering off alone. Around the streets he found militiants practicing achemy as they caught crooks. Tracy was stuck in an alley as he watched, amazed by their abilities. When he asked them about it, they simply replied he would have to research it himself. So, afterwards, Tracy began studying alchemy and the study of anatomy in the old library that was used very much, ran by an elderly woman in her 50s. Often times Tracy would find himself asleep in the old chairs of the library. At first the librarian refused to let him stay, but after a while, the two began getting along. She started treating him like a son in a way.

After knowing the lady for a year, she finally invited Tracy to dinner. The kid looked gruff, about 16 at the time with a 5'o'clock shadow and covered in scrapes and dirt. He rubbed his head nervously, apologizing for his appearance, when he spotted a young girl in the backround. He bowed and introduced himself, surprisingly gentleman like belying his gruff appearance. The two got along quite well and soon he found her name to be Maya. Though Tracy had been a lady's man most of his street time, he treated Maya different. He even stopped wooing every girl he met on the street. By the age of 18, just before he left for the military exams, Tracy proposed to her.

At the age of 18, Tracy finally managed to pick himself up. He even shaved his scruff of a beard he had let grow for a long time. It was time for him to prove himself. He gave Maya a kiss and offered her to stay with him in Central once again. She followed him and the two were practically inseperable. Tracy worked hard and soon, his alchemy was pretty high up there with the superiors and at the age of 22, a year and a half after his entrance to the military, he went after the State alchemist exam. His basics of alchemy went well and he passed. He was known as the "Bleeding Heart Alchemist". Noone knew why until the dark ages crept upon his life.

Just like every light has a shadow, every raindrop comes from a dark cloud. Tracy's bright, happy life soon plunged into dark disgrace. At the age of 20, while he was working in his office, he recieved a summons. Surprised, but too eager to reject, he appeared before his summoner. The person who had summoned him was an older looking man with white hair and a long beard. His eyes were dark, but shone with surprising luster and a strange sort of grin was on his face. He looked almost like a predator as the doors closed behind Tracy and essentially his life. The man told Tracy of an option to work for him. He had heard of the young man's endeavors and was highly impressed. After a long-winded explanation on what he would be 'doing' Tracy agreed under the one condition; No one could know what he was doing.

Tracy spent the next two years working hard at what could be seen as two jobs. One where he was working for the man known as Father with creating philosopher's stones, and the other working in the military and supressing rebellions. Needless to say, Maya knew something was up. She could tell by the way he acted he was hiding something and he was always so tired from getting home at all hours of the night. The two rarely talked anymore. His work consumed him even in his sleep and soon something finally told him what he was doing was wrong. The thing that pushed him over the edge? Maya was used as an experiment. A man called; The Doctor, used her and transmuted her into a chimera. Tracy was angry; pissed, but the Dioctor knew and pointed out that Tracy was doing the exact same thing. Appalled, Tracy fled and went into a mental breakdown in his office alone. Fearing he would lose Maya for good anyways, he decided there was only one thing he could do now to ease the guilt; start over.

Seeking out his commanding officer, Tracy demanded to be in the front lines in he next fight. The commander was surprised, since Tracy didn't seem like the fighting type, but obliged anyways and sent Tracy on his way. The whole next five months he spent his spare time writing letters to Maya and hoping she would get them, but he never knew if he got responses or if they were lost or what, whatever the case, he never got a reply. Still, Tracy was determined and sought to fill out his plan. During his month there he made friends with a man Name Scott Michael Faust. The two were close friends and they would travel together, sleep together (not that way) and even hang out in the spare time together. In a way Tracy found himself loving the man, but their time was short lived. In the last month of the fight, Scott was killed by an enemy oldier. Tracy was shattered. He hated losing people who were close to him. Blinded by rage, Tracy lunged at the enemy; a fire alchemist who in turn simply sent a barrage of flames. The flames went straight into Tracy's left eye and melted it closed. He was now one eyed. Tracy was in tears from the pain and the sadness, he didn't realize where he was going and in the end what was left behind was a pile of his clothes and his old shotgun. He had no more clothes and his shotgun was gone. He hid out for a while and when the troops had rallied, he snuck around them. They announced all unaccounted for as dead and moved on after a moment of silence. Tracy, however was very much alive. He found himself searching desperately until he found the body of his good friend. There he reluctantly too the jacket and pulled the body up. Scott was barely alive when he told Tracy how much he cared. Tracy had to swallow his nerves and his tears as he took the man to his home. He knew where he lkived; he wanted the family to give him a proper burial. On his dying breath, Scott left Tracy his gun and his jacket, then made a joke about Tracy;'s eye and let out his last.

Tracy had to watch the funeral from afar, he was hurting no doubt and for a mointh he was quiet, keeping low. When he had finally gotten control over himself again, he remembered he had someone far more important and someone he had done this all for anyways; Maya. He hurried to find her and met up with the doctor, where he struck a deal. Tracy would work for the Doctor in exchange for Maya's semi-freedom. The negpotiation didn't take long, but the Doctor never let Tracy live down the fact that he was a coward for running away. Figuring he'd need a new identity now that he was dead, Tracy found a black-dealer's shop where he purchased a fake name and ID card, birth certificate and Social security number. The name he chose; Scott Michael Faust.

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ALCHEMIC ABILITY:
→ His ability is manipulating the eletrical waves that the human body transports through the nerves. He takes it and remakes it, throwing out the small lightning-like charges at a faster pace to the point that they cause the heart to explode or absorb the pulses, so that they gather and throws it back through in a sort of snowball affect which sends a body into cardiac shock. As well he can manipulate the pulses to go slower and thus technically 'freezing' the opponent. However this ability is very particular and requires a moment of skin to skin touching. Though extremely hard through simple skin touch, he prefers the semi-easier method of using the open wound to manipulate it. He rarely uses his 'special' ability and instead uses his basics as in the basic ground movements.

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TRIVIA:
→ Nyeh I've already typed so much what a drag....

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ALIAS:
→ Air

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Greed

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ PROCRASTINATION FTW

FACE CLAIM:[code]Matsuri Hino/ Vampire Knight/Yagari Toga[/code*]

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thar >>;

[TOOTSIEGIRL]

APPROVED

Nice character ;D Approved from me! Don't forget the transmutation equipment form or you can't do alchemy!