Hitotose, Tsune

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CASE FILE: CIEL MILITANT {General de Gelemort}

Bingo da ze~
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FULL NAME:
→ Tsune Hitotose
→ 恒.春夏秋冬

AGE:
→ 18 19

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Mt. Jilliané, Gelemorté
→ Adopted into Amestris at age 1 and lived there until age 18.

RACE:
→ Creig

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ August 23rd, 1992

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HEIGHT:
→ 158.5 cm

WEIGHT:
→ 62.6 kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Tsune used to have long silver hair that fell to reach the end of his back. He usually left it down in wild, untamed strands, but sometimes when it bothered him, he tied it up into a high pony tail. Previously, only on one occasion had he been persuaded to do anything else to his hair, and he mildly rejects it ever happening even to this day. Now, Tsune's hair is much shorter, but still considered rather long for a male. It is trimmed neatly, reaching just below his jaw line. And nowadays, he always ties it up in a high pony tail when he goes out, except the short strands just barely makes it.

The color of his eyes…well, it would have to be described as not just grey, but a sort of steel color—a metallic silver that glints whenever light catches it.

His body shape is rather short and discreetly built: strong without appearing so. Tsune’s skin tone is rather pale, but he does in fact tan and very quickly if he allows himself to be out in the sun for an enough amount of time.

In the winter, he usually wears skinny pants with long-sleeved baggy, loose shirts that hang over his shoulders. As for a coat, well, he adorns a leather punk windbreaker with a buckle strap around the bottom. He is also obsessed with wearing bandannas around his neck or long scarves wrapped all the way around. Tsune highly enjoys wearing purple all the time: purple shirts, purple shoes, purple pants, etc. Why purple? Well, because of his unknown lineage and the rundown orphanage he came from, he likes the idea of the color being one of royalty. Basically, he enjoys looking like he is not just some kid, but someone who may have some worth in the world after all. Any other season besides the winter, he wears black or white muscle shirts with black jeans, leather pants, or when he goes jogging: biker shorts. Recently, he has acquired a taste for wearing light weight, white dress shirts buttoned down only half way on his days off.

His most predominant feature was his left automail arm, which was made from a full steel skeletal frame layered with duralumin and a high percentage of carbon fiber to protect the various wires and intricate machinery that was inside of it. His palm and fingers were laced with a high concentration of copper-nickel alloy in order to properly manipulate static electricity using the negative conductor properties. He has no clue about further specifics on the machinery was other than the fact that it had hurt like hell. Now, all the evidence left of ever having an automail arm is a large scar protruding from his left forearm, reaching slightly further than his shoulder, and a bit across his chest. Tsune has no recollection of how he got his arm back, but with it, he also received a Blood Seal. Located on the back of his neck, it isn't literally in blood, but tattooed there by some unknown source of which he also cannot remember. That is the reason why he usually always wears something around his neck (like a bandanna or scarf).

When he walks, he’s rather brisk, with his eyes straight forward and everything directed ahead to where ever he is going. When he has no clue as to where he is headed, he may take his eyes off the road and look around curiously. When he speaks, Tsune’s voice, which at this point has fully matured, comes out smooth like velvet, but when he is angry, it’s sharp and kind of frightening. He uses strange words sometimes like incorporating random Gelemortian phrases into his Amestrian or vice versa.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Tsune’s personality has many different sides. On the surface, he has a tough attitude that appears not able to be breached by anyone, let alone someone who is able to get close to him. He tends to enjoy hiding his true feelings about certain things as if he does not want to trouble the other person with his personal matters. He gained this attribute while living among many other children on the orphanage farm whose attention was very much more important than his own. While the caretakers attended to everyone else, he was one of the only ones who refused to be bothersome. Seeing as how they occasionally sighed with frustration and got aggravated with the constant onslaught of crying and needs, Tsune did not want to become a part of their unhappiness. His conclusion was to separate himself from it and branch off, becoming independent at an extremely young age. He was the first that requested to help with the field work such as shucking corn and feeding the chickens. It was after that when the older children began to take interest and joined in and soon after, even the youngest children wanted a part. It seemed that they needed to feel that they were needed, that they belonged, and that they could do a share in the work that allowed them to survive there on the farm as a makeshift family since their parents had abandoned them. Tsune’s idea of helping may have partly embodied that, but mostly he just wanted something to keep his racing mind occupied. It was after the younger children joined in on the work, that Tsune began to develop a complex where he viewed himself as ‘the protector.’ He would watch over everyone and take care to see if they were doing anything that could harm them. His protector’s complex grew over the years and eventually he became even more reckless himself. It was as if he wanted to drain all the recklessness out of his fellow orphans and take it all upon himself. He did not always succeed, though he always tried, and very many times it turned into angry bouts. As a child, Tsune couldn't not give into his occasional frustration. That was, until anything anyone said that didn’t coincide with his way of life was rejected harshly. When he began to realize how people all had different views and takes on certain topics, he became distrustful of those people; they were all a danger to his way of thinking and could challenge him…and could betray him. He fears betrayal most, but when he was younger, betrayal was a very simple thing like breaking childish promises. Still, he hates it and all its forms.

With his crazy recklessness, comes his insane ego. Yes, his ego is rather inflated, but he is not the kind of person that openly flaunts it before everyone. His ego remains deeply seated within his mind—unreachable. It could be said that this ego is more like self-confidence or self-esteem that has gone to the next level. He has come to know that with doubt always comes pain and it is like betraying yourself—that is unspeakable. Though sometimes, this ego can dig himself a grave, it can also give him something valuable if he is able to back it up, which he usually is capable of.

When he’s not angry and not running towards danger, he usually is smiling and trying to help someone or possibly staring off into space calculating something or reliving a distance memory. His smiles are almost always made to ward off what he considers bad feelings like: sadness, depression, regret, uselessness, and apathy in other people, but occasionally he’ll shed a genuine smile that is completely one of happiness. He is really a rather happy person, but just one with a lot of pent-up struggles.

He is a VERY picky eater and sulks heavily when forced to eat something he doesn’t like. His personality turns very colorful when pretend-arguments (like fighting over what he eats) come into play. Pretend-arguments are what Tsune considers two people who are not angry, playfully clashing against one another for fun. It happens often.

When it comes to regular life, Tsune lacks in everything. Sometimes he’ll trip down the stairs like a complete idiot, and other times he’ll almost burn down the kitchen trying to cook something. He isn’t exactly clumsy because when it comes to a fight, he’s extremely sharp and precise—without a single wasted movement. Though, off-guard he does become somewhat of a failure. He may be a genius sometimes, but most of the time, he’s your average guy trying to make a difference in the world and survive while doing it.

After losing his memory, Tsune's personality turned somewhat dank. Although he laughed and joked with coworkers, deep inside he was troubled, feeling as if with each smile he climbed a wall so high he could no longer see the ground. His past was a mystery, who he was was also a mystery. He kept hearing 'Tsune is Tsune that's all that matters', but it mattered to Tsune...therefore it was a part of him, and he had to know! Who...had he been? What had happened to earn him that scar and how had he gotten his arm back? Why were his eyes steel blue in pictures, but silver now? Sometimes he saw things...things that weren't there--things he knew weren't his memories. They were nightmares streaked with screams and unfamiliar colors. He dealt with it and could keep walking with a smile, but somewhere...he was breaking.

Tsune tried not to think about it and decided to take the 'yes' challenge to show his resolve for building a new life atop the unknown. He would say yes to every offer and take any opportunity he was given. Experience...was something he didn't have anymore, therefore it was something that he had to gain a lot of to catch up. Although he stopped questioning and tried to go with his life, Tsune couldn't help looking back at what he didn't know, for all he did know was:

1. His name.
2. He was adopted from Gelemorté to Amestris when he was one year old, where he lived in a farmhouse as an orphan.
3. There, he and a boy named Celesto did something terrible and both ended up leaving. Tsune knows, that he hadn't had contact with the blond boy since since there would be pictures of that, right?
4. He had been a state alchemist in the Amestrian military.
5. He hadn't had very many friends. No pictures of them.

He was okay knowing just this much. They were strange, vague memories, but no matter what he did, he always felt as if he had forgotten something extremely important, not about himself, but about someone else.


LOVE:
→ Attention, Recognition, Obedience, Testing his skill, Humidity, Rain, Snow, Wind, Thunderstorms, Lightning, Thunder, Rainbows, Gazing at the moon, Clouds, Chinese food, Smiling, Showers, Books, Plays, Reading, Dancing, Singing, Acting, Drama, Old poets, Old authors, Old literature, Literature in general, Science, Formulas, Counting things, Inventing things, Discovering new things, Figuring out things, Sleeping with Endavi in the same bed, Everything about Endavi, Gelemorté, Military, Camels, Fake arguments, Chewing on straws, Being a daredevil, Being reckless, Having fun, Being a dork, Laughing, Making fun of people,

HATE:
→ Gum, Swimming, Posers, Stupidity, Ignorance, Recklessness, Betrayal, Promises, Suffering, Hospitals, Doctors, Needles, War, RIOTE, Flashbacks, Not much else...

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Human Transmutation
→ That he has a Blood Seal on the back of his neck.

IDOL:
→ Roy Mustang
→ None.

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HISTORY:
→ Ever since his brain began to record memories, Tsune had lived in the same farmhouse. Over the years, the paint peeled and was repainted only to be battered once again from the outside world. As he grew, he realized before most that it was nearly impossible to have this many brothers and sisters all related to him. It was then that he found out he didn’t have parents—well he did—just no one knew if they were alive or dead. Being so young, he couldn’t fathom the idea of not having parents. It haunted him and often gave him nightmares at night, but they soon faded away with time as he grew up.

The farmhouse was built many years before Tsune was born in Gelemorté, but it wasn’t founded as an orphanage until soon after. The owners donated the large farm and the surrounding acres to an organization that specified in adopting children and raising them. Tsune was one of the many children all of the same relative age that were adopted by the hired caretakers. The caretakers were organized by number, but the children still called them by their names. Some kids even made jokes out of their numbers by calling them mom number one, mom number nine, etc. Of course, the caretakers were not all female; there were a few men that dedicated their time to raising the orphans as well. A time came when the children were older that the men began to teach the children how to help out working on the farm. At first, their pleas were ignored and they were told that they didn’t need to help at all, but eventually with Tsune’s insistence, the caretaker’s gave in.

While they were working everyday and enjoying themselves, the thirty children grew closer and closer; they became like a real family. All was well and good, but Tsune refused to accept that popular point of view. He did, at first, suggest the incorporation of work into their everyday lives, but it was soon after that he saw it as a prospect for danger. It was that realization that forced him to appoint himself as ‘the protector.’ He knew that the caretakers weren’t all there at once and they tended to distance themselves from the kids unless they were needed. Tsune knew all this, but this also meant that without someone watching over them, anyone could easily get hurt by doing a simple thing wrong.

With time, his protector’s complex only grew further and a few of the children tended to resent him for always correcting what they did—like the way they held the rake, or the way they pushed the plow. There were many things that could go wrong, but no one seemed to notice! Tsune was aggravated and after a year or so of his struggles, a caretaker by the name of Safra confronted him about it. She always would say that Tsune was the best-behaved child and would always look after the others, but soon she saw how much trouble he was going through—trying to learn all the proper ways to do everything and then forcing perfection onto even the smaller ones. She disapproved and this shattered Tsune’s stability. Everyone seemed to look down on him at that time. He dropped his corrections and began to watch from a distance. It was only a short time before he took on reckless abandon and began to be careless in his own practices, hoping futilely that he could suck all the recklessness from the others and bring it upon himself. That was about that time when he met Celesto S. Krow and Karis Krow: the twins. They were both blond and both had eyes the exact same color as the sky. THE EXACT. It miffed Tsune and distracted him from his adolescence. He couldn't look away; it was no time before all three of them were the best of friends. Safra seemed relieved to see that Tsune stopped paying so much attention to everyone else and began to enjoy himself.

When he was about ten years old, Tsune would page through the books that were the mementos of his parents. The worn things were dropped off by an unknown carrier the day after he was adopted, and ever since have been in Tsune’s hands. Having learned how to read at an extremely young age, he eventually began to be able to decipher the meaning behind the strange and complicated text. He found that all of the books were related to each other by alchemy and that many of them had to do with the mystery of transmuting lightning. At the time when they were written, it said that to create lightning using alchemy was not possible. Even at the current time when Tsune asked Safra, it was still impossible to transmute something on theory alone. This fact intrigued him and he began reading the books over and over until he understood them. He avoided talking to anyone except Celes and Karis about them and they kept all the information to themselves, assuming that the books were top secret documents given to him by his parents who were secret spies. They spent the rest of their childhood trying to crack the mystery of the lightning alchemy, and by the time Tsune was twelve, he found he was able to use basic alchemy. It was all top secret, of course, and was done only at night when he couldn’t sleep. But little did Celes or Tsune know, but Karis was practicing on his own without their knowledge...

After fully grasping the historic alchemy book that explained the events in the 1910’s and on, Tsune understood the concept of ‘The Gate’ that people like Hagane no Renkinjutsushi--or Edward Elric had experienced. Reading no further, he decided right then and there that he would use the knowledge from this gate to complete what he thought as his parent’s dream. He would make it possible! Nothing in life was impossible after all. How to do this was the hard part and he spent many years completing his theory with the twin's help.

When he was fifteen, Tsune had memorized countless transmutation circles including the human transmutation circle that Hagane no Renkinjutsushi had used to gain ‘Truth’ from ‘The World.’ He really didn’t understand that part, but if it was the truth, then it had to tell him about lightning alchemy, right? It didn’t matter; he was willing to bet his meaningless life on it in order to give it meaning. At this point, he knew it was a taboo, but he was able to justify this in his mind, seeing as others got away with it and survived. It would be okay; he knew that his adjustments to the human transmutation circle would yield successful results. This was the confidence he needed in order to achieve ‘The Truth,’ of that he was sure.

But a fateful day dawned over the desert city of Lior. Celesto and Tsune were at the water well when it happened. Tsune was collecting the dinner jug with his skinny arms and filling it with the cool liquid from deep below while Celes stooped over him. Safra came running up in a storm of tears, her shadow bending across the spring grass. She was horror-stricken and Tsune immediately dropped the bucket he was pouring and rushed to greet her half way, Celes in tow.

“What happened?” Tsune demanded.

“It’s Karis he—”

Celesto didn’t wait to hear. He didn’t want to hear; he wanted to see. Taking off at incredible speed, the blond-haired boy flew towards the commotion some ways off. Tsune stood there, staring at Safra. What happened to Karis? He...he didn't want to ask; Tsune already knew it was his fault. In a stream of silver hair, Tsune turned on his heel and sprinted after the blond who stopped short. Staring up at them with singed, blue eyes was someone who looked like a mirror image of Celesto. It was Karis. Karis was… His entire body was smoking—his skin wrinkled and peeling off. Pieces of charred flesh were scattered around him—his hands crumbled into nothing. Celesto took deep breaths and fell to his knees, shaking. Tsune suddenly couldn't breathe. He turned to the side and hacked up all the breakfasts he ate his entire life...until there was nothing left. Nothing left. The grass surrounding them was singed black...Lightning. Tsune had been right... It was his fault. How...how had Karis even attempted it!? WHAT AN IDIOT!!! Didn't they tell him that it was a theory--that it was impossible without 'The Truth'!? Why...why hadn't he listened? Tsune slammed his fist into the soft earth, feeling tears prick his eyes. Weren't they planning to go to 'The Gate' together? Celesto screamed, the sound of his voice rupturing what ever humanity they both had left.

The day came in early summer when the heat was first settling in; it was stifling. Tsune had just turned sixteen and was at the peak of his individualism. He spent days behind the closed door of his privileged and personal room while Celes was recovering. Having a personal room was only possible because many of the children who were older than Tsune had already left the farm to begin their lives. Some got jobs far away, others lived close and would visit on their days off, and some even joined the military. Tsune too, would leave after he perfected the art of lightning transmutation, but he would never become a dog of the military. Never. What he wanted to do was to show this new skill to the one who inherited the famous Honou no Renkinjutsushi’s or Roy Mustang’s fire. He wanted recognition—wanted people to notice that he existed too and maybe, maybe his name would appear next to Roy’s in history. First though, he would have to succeed with his altered human transmutation circle.

The day went smoothly with the completion of the circle that was carefully drawn with a piece of chalk he had secretly borrowed from a girl named Rebby who was four years younger than him. He had Celes gather the materials when he regained the ability to speak. The materials consisted of what was needed to create a human. They hid them in the barn furthest from the house, choosing that place because it was where the cows slept and hardly anyone went there at night. It was ideal. Tsune spent the entire day making sure everything was perfect; checking and rechecking his work to clarify that the formulas he invented would still be able to open ‘The Gate’ that felt so unknown to them. Again, he asked Celesto if he was okay with this and received a nod. Whereas, at the start, they had only sought 'The Truth', now, there was something more precious to be gained: Karis. Before the guilt ate him alive, Tsune invested all those feelings into this single moment: the very literal ‘moment of truth.’

It was three in the morning when they placed their hands against the chalk and was enveloped in blue light. Instantly, Tsune's entire body was showered with pain unlike anything he could have imagined. Bruises, scratches, the ache of a day of work was paler than pale in comparison. Right when he was sure he would pass out from the pain and it would all be over, white completely took over his vision. Then there it was…right before his eyes. Panic crept into the depths of his heart and gripped it tightly, choking the breath from him and leaving him trembling without a word to say. He watched the shapeless ‘World’ voice words that reverberated throughout his entire body. They were words he could never remember, ones that sent a shock through his entire existence. It was only in that very moment that he realized what death truly was. Shaking, he fell through the open doors and the pain began again. This time it felt as though all of the pain in the world was aimed straight into the very core of his mind. He felt it shattering and breaking down into nothing only to be reformed into everything. It was too much, but he craved more, to know more—to understand everything. When the gate doors echoed closed, he felt the most sadness he had ever felt and watched as that world that felt more real than reality faded away.

Before he opened his eyes, he was met with a smell that was so putrid it was worse than that dead snake Oronaru found in the yard. Heavy breathing sounded in his face and he was persuaded by curiosity to open his eyes. The moment he did, his body was flooded and overpowered by sheer agony, fear, and denial. He screamed, the sound of his own voice wafting through the humid night air. He couldn’t see anything except the creature in front of him. It wasn’t alive, it didn’t have a soul, it couldn’t be seeing him…it couldn’t be staring at him as if asking him why. Why? That’s what he wanted to know… Tsune hadn’t planned on this; he didn’t want this; it was supposed to be Karis. How could this have happened? He was frozen, watching the darkened thing’s glowing eyes watch him. It felt like many lifetimes were spent in a staring contest; he couldn’t take his eyes away. Time crawled by, but only a few minutes passed.

“Br-bro-thher…” Oh...god it could speak. This...this was what despair tasted like--this...was ultimate failure. Taboo. That was why this was taboo. Why...why had they changed their minds and tried to bring back Karis? Guilt. It was Tsune's guilt and Celes' insanity... Here they were...here...

“Ka-Karis I-I’m so sorry!!” Celesto was crying.

Tsune came back to himself suddenly to realize that the monster that had been staring at them intently was now writhing in pain. It was probably because it didn’t have a soul. In amazement, Tsune went to bring his hands to cover his mouth, but found that only one made it there. He glanced to the side and his vision became red…no, the scenery—his room was what had become red. It wasn’t just a color; it was blood—his blood. Tears that had been dammed flooded down his cheeks now. Such…a terrible thing—how could something soulless suffer? Could it even think? He shuddered at these thoughts as his consciousness poured out from where his left arm should have been. How could he do something like this just to gain knowledge? Karis...that wasn't Karis. Celesto...he...

"C-Celes..." No, he had thought it was impossible…Impossible like lightning transmutation. Remember…nothing is impossible. Karis...was a monster. Celes turned to look at Tsune and gasped, saying nothing, for shock sealed his lips into a thin line.

The carcass of the thing withered into a pile of ashes as if it had been burned and the bones melted as if the air had become acid. Every moment Tsune watched, sobbing now too, worse than he did in his worst nightmares. When five minutes had passed, Tsune blindly crawled to a corner in the room only to find more eyes on him. Cowering before them, he shut his own eyes. He would see no more; he couldn’t take anymore. But he was being shaken and yelled at, except all he could make out were the curse words.

He didn’t regain consciousness until a week after it happened. Upon which, Celesto was already gone and he was told to never speak of what he did. Very nicely and very carefully, he was also instructed that he was to be kicked out of his home in a year. That was the first thing he heard since the grunts of suffering that came from the monster he created. He knew then, the old Tsune had died that night with the disintegrating flesh of the thing. He was drilled to tell anyone that asked that his arm had gotten caught in the tractor. Reality hit him in the face when he realized with sick humor that he would be forced to get a prosthetic arm. When Tsune had come back to himself a bit more, one of the caretakers broached the subject of a fake arm to him very sympathetically. He cringed at the thought that someone could feel sorry for him for the horrible thing that he did. He didn’t deserve that…

He decided on a specially made automail arm that he poured his entire savings into with no regret. Immediately, three weeks after that night, he was put through a different version of hell. The doctors had said that instead of his arm being cut cleanly off, it appeared as if it had been bitten off and it took a lot of work to get the shape right. The thought haunted him and he refused to think of it that way…maybe it was because he resisted it. He didn’t want to know; just this once he allowed himself to be ignorant.

The rehabilitation took longer than everyone thought, and it wasn’t until Tsune turned seventeen that he had complete control over his arm and didn’t experience too much pain. It was a long and grueling process that left him drained of emotion, physical, and mental strength. The horrified looks he achieved from his ‘brothers and sisters’ sliced deep into his heart and took his voice from him. He hardly ever spoke to anyone by the time the end of spring came.

This was the time in which every year the orphans cleaned everything. It was also the time when Tsune was supposed to leave for good. He was indifferent to the idea and no longer felt obliged to call this place his home; it was just an old, smelly barn that he lived in for his whole life. That was it; nothing more, nothing less. When he went about gathering his few things, he made sure that the room was completely spotless. The room he had previously stayed in was now reconstructed into a new bathroom that was more like a small bath house. Checking under the bed, Tsune spotted a shadow. Frightened at first, he pulled away in fear and went to leave, but something drew him back to that shadow. Maybe he would always be compelled by the untouchable, but this time for sure, maybe he could grasp the shadow and make it into something worth reverence. Smiling at his petty thoughts, he reached out to touch it and felt his fingertips connect with worn paper. He pulled it out quickly and his eyes fell onto the only thing left of his childhood, of his parents, of Celesto and Karis, and of his dream: the book on basic alchemy. Blinking away an onslaught of tears, he opened the cover…

He would become a dog of the military after all. He deserved to suffer obedience. He needed some way to give back to the world for causing something so horrific. It shouldn’t have ever existed—he found himself whispering that sometimes, almost trying to erase his memories of Celesto and Karis so he could stop wondering. He had to move forward though; he had to take the only thing he knew and make a difference. Maybe he could protect something after all?

After reaching the innards of Central City, he immediately was able to land a job in the military as a Sergeant Major with the promise to take the State Alchemist Exams when the time rolled around. Everyone seemed amazed by his ability and encouraged him to wait and obey all orders until then. Tsune did just that and set out with the determination to search for a place to stay—a new home. Unfortunately to his dismay, he discovered that the amount of money he had brought with him wouldn’t even cover half the cost of an apartment. He spent that night sleeping on the street and thoroughly felt like a bum.

That was when he met the sword freak whose real name was Endavi. Tsune had been convinced the other was a girl from the black eye shadow, but had concluded from their meeting that he was in fact very much a man. Except this man enjoyed flirting with him? Well, at least Endavi had been kind enough to help him out by handing him 700 cenz. It seemed then that he would be able to survive for a little while longer.

Or so he thought. He had run out of money again and happened to be wandering around Rush Valley when a diary seemed to fall from the sky and land at his feet. It was an extremely strange phenomenon and it reminded him of a show that his brother, Anry, loved called Death Note. When he picked it up, he was hoping that it would turn out to be a normal diary. Luckily it was, except the word normal didn’t exactly cut it. It was an Alchemy diary that was seemingly so important that it also had the name of the place to return it to. Ironically, it spoke of Human Transmutation. The girl that had wrote it seemed like she was determined to bring her parents back from the dead. She explained many ideas and ways to avoid ‘The Truth,’ escape equivalent exchange, and attach souls to fake human bodies. They were impossible, Tsune knew. He eventually found the Automail shop that the diary listed on the cover and returned it to a girl named Res. They engaged in deep conversation about Human Transmutation and she shed many tears. There was no way that Tsune could stand by and let this suffering girl attempt something that she would regret for the rest of her life. In the end, he decided to stay at her place for as long as he could and give her some of the money he earned when he began getting paid.

Back in Central, he was involved in many incidents when the city was ravaged by homunculi. There, he discovered the horrifying fact that the eye shadow man, Endavi, was in fact one of those homunculi. He assisted in many other occurrences that gave him recognition by the public. They began calling him Raiu no Renkinjutsushi for the loud thunderous booms that followed his lightning and made the onlookers feel as if a thunderstorm had blown through the streets—except it was just Tsune using his alchemy.

Even if his alchemy seemed like a thunderstorm, he still needed to perfect it. One thing he had to know for sure was to what extent he could control the lightning. When he went to practice, he was brutally attacked by a mercenary that had thought he was the ringleader to the group that forced her to kill her parents. He used this opportunity, reluctantly, to test how little of his lightning he could make and still control. It turned out rough and he electrocuted himself and her with the small jolts of lightning charging the air around them. The electricity collected on all the metal in the area for about ten minutes, but it wasn’t enough to knock either of them out. The fight continued and the ending wasn’t pleasant. He had caused her to have a panic attack when he accidentally hit her on the head instead of the neck. She ended up throwing up blood and lost consciousness. Tsune had a large gash down his ribs from the mercenary’s sword and a large bruise on his ankle. Still, he carried her in the rain all the way to the hospital where his anemia took a turn for the worse. At least they resolved the misconception and Tsune was no longer the man thought to have killed anyone.

After Tsune forcefully discharged himself from the hospital and paid for both himself and the mercenary, Jay, he was once again broke. He found himself lying on the sidewalk in the cold, lacking iron in his blood as well as starving to death. Then the worst possible thing happened: some tanned freak tripped over him and smacked his face into the pavement beside him. When Tsune had demanded money for this horrific deed of falling over a half-dead man, the other guy demanded Tsune buy him lunch. What!? Luckily both of them were saved when a half-Ishballan named Xan took them to a restaurant. Tsune was intrigued since this was the first time he had even seen an Ishballan. He was determined to befriend him while ignoring the blind, tanned, sunglasses freak named Riffel.

After that incident, Tsune healed up a bit more and was admiring how high the roof of Head Quarters was. It was there that he revealed his ultimate secret a second time. He gave this information to the girl known as Atlacia. She also had her own secrets and this allowed for him to trust her with his own. She also taught him the art of combing hair and promised to eventually buy him his own brush. This was one of his happiest moments since coming to Central and he decided to cheer her up, by taking her out to Chinese.

Sometime later, Tsune was given the assignment to travel to Creta to inspect the borders and write a report on it. It was a heavy mission and he was supposed to report frequently to Head Quarters and was also granted a load of traveling money. Unfortunately though, he found himself lost in the strange English-speaking country. He was bombarded with a girl running desperately from what he later learned was called a wolf. At the time, he thought it was a dog and just kicked it away and ordered it to leave them alone. When he found out what a wolf was, he was amazed that the wild creature had obeyed him. How strange, maybe he had a way with ordering people around? Hah.

He eventually made it back to Amestris and to Central where he turned in his report and discovered that the State Alchemist Exam would commence in a week. He began training and managed to gain new abilities to assist him with passing.

After becoming a renowned State Alchemist, Tsune assisted with a staged attack on East City Head Quarters. They won with their eyes closed. Afterward, Tsune ran into Atlacia once more, having no idea that it would actually be the last time he saw her. He took her to the hospital after a bad fall and made sure that she was well taken care of. He never saw her again...

Once Tsune heard that South City was destroyed, he immediately requested to be sent there. Since he was a spy in RIOTE for a long time, Tsune knew exactly where the rebels would retreat. ...and he knew they would retreat; anyone who messed with Briggs troops, ran away crying. Tsune waited at the point on the map until the trucks showed up. He proceeded to shoot lightning at them and kill everyone inside. Their deaths pained him, and weighed deeply on his young mind, but still... he was a dog of the military now: when he was told to kill; he killed.

When Tsune returned to the make-shift base after his report, he discovered that Xan had betrayed Briggs and had sided with RIOTE. As he ran from the mercenary girl, Jay, who thought he had killed her parents, Tsune saw Xan being hauled away by Brigadier General Reila Tsukino's subordinates. He managed to escape Jay long enough to hear a conversation in Ishballan through his headset. Tsune had gotten good with electronics, for good reason, and had installed a system in the old police station where Xan was being held with a guy named Scion. He heard their whole conversation, but could in no way understand it. He had it recorded for later when he would have it translated. Tsune put on a disguise and slipped away, managing to avoid Jay, and board the next ride back to central.

Tsune spent a lot of time practicing on his own, determined to master his alchemic ideas of utilizing plasma. His idol, Mustang, stuck in his head and he decided to try and create Fire from a lightning spark. He successfully achieved this and then began studying how to incorporate the lightning with the fire and combine the two. Once he experimented enough, Tsune found that he had invented plasma. The shock never hit him; it only spurred him on.

Endavi came back to him without memories and as a human... It was depressing at first, but soon the memories returned and they ended up spending a year together living in Central. That...that was something Tsune was sure one could call love. What else would it be if it made him happy every day?

No one knew exactly when it was, but everything above disappeared from Tsune's memory. Gone. The reason for this was simple: Tsune died. He was shot right in the chest--it was a quick death. Who shot him wasn't even important; it was just some guy--a guy that Tsune had recklessly run after on his own. The last recollection of life he would have had would been of Endavi knelt over him...that look in his eyes. What happened afterwards was quick. Having been Wrath, Endavi still possessed a Philosopher's Stone. He spit it out and instantly bound Tsune's soul back to his body. However, this unfounded action broke open the The Gate of Truth.

You, again, it said, flicking a tongue--what looked like a tongue. That tongue hadn't formed the words; it was forming something else. Tsune's old arm materialized on his body. Endavi yelled after him, disappearing into the mist. Your desire...to return this to its body...the sacrifice... Endavi was thrown back onto the streets of Amestris surrounded by a pool of Tsune's blood, but no Tsune; Tsune was released back on the soil of his birthplace (Gelemorté), reborn in a way. When he awoke, there was nothing...nothing but fragments of the life they had shared together...nothing of the sacrifice that was made to save his life that he never knew had been in danger to begin with. Tsune went on to join the Gelemortian military, searching for himself and a way to go on. People look back to learn from their mistakes, but...if he had nothing to look back on...all he did was wonder what it was that was missing...

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TRIVIA:
→ He has iron deficiency anemia.
→ He is Gay.
→ He loves Endavi.
→ He practices Aikido.
→ He uses knives in combat.
→ His name means: Always spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
→ He used to be a State Alchemist in the Amestrian Military.
→ He used to be able to use alchemy without a transmutation circle.
→ He can no longer use alchemy.
→ He cannot remember anything that happened before three months ago.
→ He died before.
→ He has a Blood Seal on the back of his neck.
→ Fiachra Brennan is his real father.
→ He is fluent in Amestrian and Rouenian (Gelemortian Dialect).

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ First Character.
→ Reila, Spade, Aurelius, Celesto, Fran, Elastor, Toss, Makoto, Zairen

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ I'm hoping to rp with everyone so come find me; my character will be more than willing to interact with you. <3
**Also, PLEASE do not steal anything posted here. I've had characters and abilities stolen in the past and I can't stand it so I'll hunt you down~ ^-^**
→ TSUNE, I HAVE REVIVED YOU!!

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[i]No. 6[/i]//Nezumi

CUSTOM RANK:
→ BINGO

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As awesome as uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusual (and a very nice distraction from my homework XD) Approved -of course- our lovely Raiu Alchemist, first to earn the rank of Major/State Alchemist! ^.^ Congrats ^.^

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You have been bringing back too many old chara--juuust kidding.

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