Quarter Queen

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CASE FILE: Alchemist

"Flowers rarely have trouble floating on the wind; I aim to be like a flower."
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FULL NAME:
→ Quarter Queen

AGE:
→ Eighteen

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central City, Amestris

RACE:
→ Three Quarts Drachman, One Quart Ishvallan.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ April 13th

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HEIGHT:
→ 147.3

WEIGHT:
→ 38.55

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Quarter's body isn't that amazing. She doesn't work out, so only slim muscles are visible, if ever. The most striking thing seen when one looks at her, is her wheel chair. Yes, Quarter Queen is confined to a wheel chair. Her small body is never seen without it, and while she can walk without it, the distances she can walk are short. Her wheel chair often creates and optical illusion of her body seeming much smaller than it is due to the size of the chair. When sitting in her chair, Quarter often sits up straight, almost as if she's at a dinner table in an important banquet. Her body language is always polite, and she never looks above someone's head or away from them when speaking. Her deep red eyes always keep their gaze set on someone's face when speaking. Her hair is long and a white that is natural to Ishvallans, although it does tend to reflect the light in a reddish manner.. If it wasn't for her pale skin and facial structure, Quarter would most likely look like a native Ishvallan due to her hair and red eyes. It has many waves and it often surrounds her head like a lion's mane. Usually, Quarter pins it down with a vast infrastructure of bobby pins and hair spray that makes the lay out of Central City look simple. Pony tails and clips are often used to help divert her hair from exploding into her face.

When she speaks, Quarter finds herself having to raise her voice. Naturally, the young woman's voice is very soft and bell like. The same could be said about how she moves her arms and head around. Each motion is deliberate and well paced, showing grace and self awareness rare in young people. At times, when she's listening to others, or focusing on something, not a single muscle in her body will move, and she'll become something similar to a human statue. Another notable trait is that her petite frame often leads others to mistake her for being much younger than she truly is. Her breasts are smaller than most young ladies her age, and her small hands and wide eyes often assist in misleading others about her age. Her clothing typically consists of stylish layered clothing that allows for wind to catch the fabric.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Quarter is a silent young woman, who's words rarely reach the point of yelling. Her voice is stuck in a constant whisper. This isn't due to her weak body, but rather to her weak mind. While she's sharp as a tack, Quarter has deep rooted feelings of inferiority and weakness. Usually, she just says what she believes other wish to hear her say. People rarely hear her true opinions, and Quarter feels it's easier that way. People hassle her less when she does this. Her wheelchair often makes her feel as if she's being glued to the ground, and the reason she tried so hard with alchemy was to escape it's confines. Around the age of twelve, when she first began to live with her siblings, Quarter felt horrible. She had her own big room while her brothers shared their rooms with four to each. Their rooms were larger than hers, and they didn't seem to mind, but Quarter felt as if she was imposing. Both her parents often had to help her daily with small stuff, and her brothers rarely got to spend so much alone time with them. Even though they repeatedly told her they didn't care, deep down, Quarter began to fear the fact that they were just trying to be nice.

She often feels useless and weak. To make for this, she always tries to do things on her own, and Quarter often gets into trouble because of this. Her hard head often leads to her getting into fights she's not prepared to handle. She constantly sees one hundred things wrong with her that aren't true. Quarter refuses to note her good points and her true bad points, she has yet to face the music. Her mind is easily led to doubt when people discuss her choices with her, and if it wasn't for her older brothers constantly standing up for her, Quarter would have never even opened the flower shop or even started the small business that allowed her to purchase it. Because of her wheel chair, Quarter often feels that she doesn't have the right to ask for anything other than a quiet life confined to her bed room. She's is just barely figuring out there's more to life than her books.

Despite her knowledge and prowess with alchemy, Quarter is still in the stage of naivety where she hasn't taken notice of it's real life capabilities. While she'll keep the alchemy's secret to her grave in respect of the old man if she can help it, Quarter doesn't quite understand how it could be dangerous if the alchemy fell into the wrong hands. Her mind is so busy worrying about her own short comings, she rarely sees the evil or danger in people and places. Quarter's brilliant mind has yet to evolve to the point where "common sense" is integrated into her through process. She usually finds herself just thinking about the inner mechanics of how things work, but rarely thinks about how they effect other people or herself. Growing up with people far older than her constantly around, Quarter never quite had the chance to relate to children her own age. She didn't have a childhood filled with running about with friends, and such, she has trouble speaking with people her age. All in all, she still has a lot of growing up to do.

LOVE:
→ Flowers, Reading, Alchemy, Animals, Sweets, Cool Breezes of Air, Hot Summer Days, Music, and History.

HATE:
→ Keeping Secrets, Spicy Food, Violence, Racism, Winter, Rainy Days, Being Put Down, Losing, and Her Wheelchair.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Quarter has a deep rooted fear of hospitals from when she was younger.

IDOL:
→ Rowan Greenfield (Experimental Wind Alchemist from the early 1930's.)

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HISTORY:
→ Quarter's life has always been like that of a silk worm. Short and to the point. When the people around her got what they wanted, they cut off connections to her, thus effectively shredded apart the soft cocoon she has built with and for said people. It all started when she was younger. Her mother was the descendant of a Drachman family that had moved to Amestris over a century ago, and rarely had the family mixed with the native people with the exception of two Ishvallans who were included into the family tree. One of these Ishvallans was Quarter's father. Being a firm believer in naming his children after important things, he gave his daughter the name "Quarter Queen." The name Quarter was given to her in hopes of reminding her that every part, coin or piece, no matter how small, was always important in having a whole. Her mother wasn't to ecstatic with the name, however, she allowed him to name her that, adding her own part to the name. "Queen" was put down as her last name. Quarter was the first daughter in a family with six sons. To her mother, Quarter was her little queen.

It wasn't long after her birth that the doctor's discovered that the infant girl's body was extremely weak. Within the first two weeks of life, she had almost died three times. She had been born prematurely, and she would not be able to leave the hospital normally. The young girl stayed in the hospital until the age of three. These times are a blur to the girl, not being able to remember anything but shades of white and a soothing clean smell. When she was finally allowed to go home, she was to stay in bed at all times. Of course, having six energetic and mischievous younger brothers didn't make that task easy. To them, Quarter was just different. She didn't have the dark skin or red eyes they had inherited from their father. No, Quarter took after their mother, with the exception of white hair. They wanted to show their frail little sister the world, unfortunately, that world had various cold germs that made Quarter so sick she had to be returned to the hospital.

Her parents didn't want the girl to go through life in the hospital, so they came to a decision. They asked several nursing homes if their daughter could be cared for there are the normal prices they charged for the elderly. Eventually, one such home accepted their request, and so, Quarter began her life, at the age of four, in a nursing home. She was the old child there; the elderly who lived there often visited her and sat with her. Her brothers constantly visited and filled the nursing home with cheer and energy. Several of the senior citizens loved the mixed race family, but some didn't. Older men and women, those who were nearing one hundred. They could remember the Ishvallan war as children. Hatred of blood was apparently difficult to forget, and when they saw the half Ishvallan children wandering the halls, they got angry and screamed. The nurses would have to be called, and eventually her brothers had to stop coming after an elderly man had a heart attack during his rage.

Soon Quarter's life was filled with nothing but stories the elderly told her of their lives growing up. They spoke of the wonderful things they've seen alchemy do, and the terrible wars they had taken part of. Every day Quarter found herself filled with images of glorious battles and conquests. One day, at the age of ten, while walking the halls, she came into contact with an elderly man writing in a journal. At first, she nearly screamed. The man looked exactly like the one who had died. However, she soon realized, he wasn't as old. He was at least ten years younger. This man was nicer too. He told her that he was that man's younger brother. During the beginning she was wary, but soon she found herself watching the man as he wrote in his journals. Eventually, the man took notice of her watching, and offered to lend her one of his journals. Blushing, she took one and wheeled herself away.

The notes consisted of alchemical circles, the basics. She absorbed this knowledge quickly, finding it fascinating and wonderful to read. She returned to the elderly man and asked for another journal. Smiling softly, the man handed her another book. Once again, she flipped through the pages and finished it quickly. Three journals became five, and five became ten. By the time she was twelve Quarter was knowledgeable in basic alchemy and was even able to make small tea cups with it. The elderly all loved to watch, and they would ooh and amah. Finally, one day, the old man told her that the book he was about to give her was the last one she could read unless she could understand it perfectly. Quarter took this as a challenge and grabbed the book.

When she first began, Quarter couldn't make heads or tails of the notes. It was all gibberish! Just useless notes on gardening and wild life. Finally, after several frustrating days, she took the journal back to the old man, but when he joked that she obviously wasn't smart, considering her heritage, Quarter frowned and left the room without getting his help, even screaming at him. Later that day she realized how insensitive she had been to the old man, not taking his joke lightly as she have. Rolling herself to his room, Quarter found herself stuck when her wheel chair began caught on a nail. It took her an an hour and a half to call for help and get to the room. When she finally arrived, she was shocked to find the old man gone from the chair he always wrote in. Asking through out the nursing home, Quarter discovered that he had passed an hour ago. Returning to his room, she sat in the doorway, punching the hand rests on her wheel chair repeatedly until her fists began to bleed.

Quarter insisted on attending the man's funeral. Her brothers decided to use this chance to meet with their sister, taking her to the funeral. They hadn't seen her for nearly a year, and they asked her several questions on the way to the funeral. When she showed them she could do alchemy, all her brothers nearly screamed with envy. At the funeral, they all silenced as the priest began. Quarter was surprised to find that the funeral was military style. The priest read off his prayers, and then an officer stood up and read his accomplishments. The old man had devoted his life to studying alchemy in new ways, and had never stopped working, all the way up until his death. The old man had more medals than anyone could have guessed, and he was well over 100 years of age. His formal name was Rowan Greenfield, but all Quarter had ever known him by was "Old man." After the funeral, when everyone was leaving, several old ladies began to whisper. They whispered about how the old man had died after coming back to the nursing home covered in dirt and mud, as if burying something. Quarter thought nothing of it and tried to push all the thoughts of the old man out of her mind.

She didn't return to the nursing home, instead going back to the home her mother, father and six, now eight, brothers shared. It was small and cramped, with only four rooms. But, Quarter found herself in her own room. Her parents had their own room, and all of her brothers were four to a room. After unpacking her things, she left the final book the old man had given to her on her nightstand, not touching it. Quarter focused on things like her new experiences in school and living with her brothers, but one night, a month or two after starting to live at home, she opened the book. After an hour of reading, she found the pages covered in wet spots. She had started crying while reading the book. Quarter had been so stupid. The book was written in a code. It took her another month or two, but she finally got down all the notes she needed. This was the first book in a new series of advanced alchemy books that the old man had created. At the end of the book, the code wrote out a location in town. Closing the book, Quarter lifted herself from her bed and into her wheel chair.

She tried sneaking out of the house, but her oldest brother found her. He sighed, and soon he found himself helping her out of the house. Along the way, four, then five, then the rest joined them. The large mob of kids soon found themselves following their younger sister's directions. The directions led them to an abandoned shop. It was an old flower shop, and as they entered the decaying building, Quarter's eyes landed on something. It was a plaque on the wall. The words were rusted over, but she could barely make out the words; "Greenfield Flower shop." Under it, the cement had been chipped away and the dirt dug up. She looked to her brothers, and they helped her dig up a box filled with books. Her brothers looked through them, but found nothing but nature notes. Quarter and her brothers returned home. They were caught trying to sneak back in and they were all grounded for a month. Using that month, Quarter began to translate all the books they had found.

Over the next few years, Quarter found herself constantly studying alchemy. It was if she was possessed by that old man's spirit, but his notes inspired her more than anything else in the world. Her parents even stopped trying to get her to focus on her school work. The wheel chair confined girl soon began to dream of flying as she researched more and more. Quarter started with friction research, trying to create the heat needed for what the old man had been trying to do. At the age of fourteen she managed to wilt a flower with heat after holding it during one of her experiments, this was the first landmark in her alchemy creation. The next three years, she began to experiment more and more, and to help with her experiments, she opened up a small shop. Using basic alchemy, she created personalized china and synthetic flowers. The older woman in the neighborhood loved them, and they always ordered more. Eventually, she saved up enough money to do something that had always been lurking in the back of her mind. At the age of seventeen, Quarter bought the two story run down flower shop.

Her parents were furious when they found out, but soon they gave in and allowed her to try and renovate the place. Her brothers all helped and within two months, the shop was up and ready for business. The bottom floor was used as a shop, while the top area was where Quarter lived and had a small garden where she grew more rarer flowers. The first and second floor were connected by a stair case that Quarter climbed using crutches.

It was on her first night alone in the flower shop, the day before the opening, that Quarter, now eighteen, finally cracked the riddles the old man had left behind. That morning, when the flower shop opened, the small crowd outside was greeted by lily pads floating gently on a wind above their heads with roses in their center. Quarter had found the secret to manipulating wind that the old man had so desperately longed for. The ability to make flight possible for those that otherwise couldn't. The flower shop opened, and Quarter continued her research.

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TRIVIA:
→ She was born with a weak body, so while she can take small steps without her wheel chair, it tires her out. She can walk up stairs with the use of crutches.
→ Speaks Amestrian, Drachman, and Ishvallan.

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ALIAS:
→ QQ

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ N/A

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Skal! I hope you enjoy this mediocre profile. I wasn't trying to do anything too dramatic or special with this little girl. I like taking it slow with my first character.

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]GUILTY CROWN[/b]/[i]Yuzuriha Inori[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ "Alchemist with a Flower shop"

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ "Hot Air Alchemist"

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