Schwarz Carston, Aurelius

[Aurelius Schwartz]

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CASE FILE: Bearer {RIOTE: Codename Chaos}

I have no country.
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FULL NAME:
→ Aurelius Carston Schwarz

AGE:
→ 24 25 26 27

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central City, Amestris

RACE/SPECIES:
→ Amestrian
→ Chupacabra

GENERATION:
→ Five

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ Friday December 13, 1985

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HEIGHT:
→ 6'3"

WEIGHT:
→ 153 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Once upon a time, money slid from the pockets of tight, black leather pants and onto the counter of the small shop. A glove of the same color and material clutched the meaningful paper and then let it go on top of the counter for the owner of the shop. The tall, dark man had been cowering in the corner for some time and had witnessed a strange ordeal between a bewitched man and a bewitching blond. Without saying a word, he pocketed his hand once more, but instead inside the confines of his ebony military coat. The shoulders were brandished with gold embroidery and metal plating that ran down to the sleeves. The coat itself was long, more along the lines of a trench than anything else; it flared out to the backs of his knees. The coat was unbuttoned and opened to reveal a white dress shirt beneath, which itself was neatly buttoned all the way to his neck whereas a thin tie was sloppily knotted. It lay where the wind had thrust it from his previous escapade outside.

Aurel followed the girl out the door and the owner of the tiny, family-run shop only smiled in appreciation at his kindness. The small shop didn't make much money. Aurel cringed immediately upon exiting, attacked by an onslaught of people, noises, and human action. Long raven hair flapped effortless in the wind behind him, almost getting caught in the glass door as it closed. Shorter spikes atop his head moved like black grass in waves of air. Aurel simply scowled, trying to stare at the pavement to alleviate the immediate stress wracking his body. Maybe he needed to stay in that shop a bit longer before taking on the world again. He reached for the gun that wasn't there. Hild hadn't let him take it... With good reason. Everything had been especially bad since she had drugged him after his episode. He didn't blame her though. He had to keep his promise to the bitter end even if it tortured his entire being down to his tormented core.

Aurel didn't believe in souls. You die, you die; you finally get some rest. Though Aurel very much liked his dark lair in the basement of their mansion. It was soundless, quiet, inaudible, and much else of the same. If life could be more like that...without humans scurrying around like ants trying to kill each other and make everyone suffer, then he wouldn't want to die as much. Aurel raised his mismatched eyes from the concrete in time to see heels in front of him. Aurel was walking fast, and in order not to colli-- Aurel crashed into the back of the girl and cursed a million times to himself in his ravaged, calculating mind. If he had just stopped instead of thought so deeply on the matter, none of this would have happened! Aurel needed a break. Maybe that was why Hild has sent him instead of their butler, Ogi. He stared at the paper bag he held in his unfortunate unpocketed hand. What a pain in the ass. It was all meaningless and a waste of time. He could be plotting a world war right now instead of being in one with some stuck-up chick who enjoyed taking money from a troubled old man! Aurel glowered at the thing he crashed into. He had to continue following her until the street opened up further where he could then get around her, but being nice until then was out of the question, for the Fuhrer's adopted brother was about to lose his mind.

He refused to apologize. Immediately after running into her back, he concluded this fact: she didn't deserve an apology. She simply warranted it. In fact, it was probably karma. Aurel possibly wouldn't have even run into her had she not stolen...whatever the hell food she had in that bag. Not like it mattered because it did in fact happen regardless. Aurel almost reached for the non-present gun again, but stopped himself before his hand exited the warmth. His adopted sister was torturing him. Aurel's cold, piercing red and blue eyes focused harshly on the failure of a human being and he said in an expressionless monotone voice, "Move. You are crowding the walkway."

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PERSONALITY:
→ Everything happens in light of Aurel's master plan. Ever since he regained his memories as a child, he has sought after the destruction of the world in order to rebuild it into something greater. His ultimate goal is true, everlasting peace, but Aurel has faced the fact that he and Hild will never be able to enjoy such a thing; bloodstained hands brushing along white fabric, leaves the faintest of marks... And they cannot leave that on the world. So, the last thing to end would be themselves. Aurelius was willing to turn into a demon--to sacrifice himself for the greater good. And he would do that... kill, destroy, ruin lives like his own had been ruined by his real father. But they...they were going to change the world. And the first thing that had to go was alchemy. Aurel would possess it--would use it in order to destroy it.

Aurel hates himself, and has always hated himself since he could remember. Countless times he has tried to kill himself to no avail. Hild loves him, but how could she love someone who hates themself? Aurel cannot fathom it and has to be told it over and over again. He is hurting...his existence hurts him, but he pushes on with determination. It was only after they blew up Amestris that Aurel began to except the fact that he was alive. It meant that his dream was becoming a reality, and that Hild hadn't left him yet. It meant that maybe this love was real--that possibly...there was a sliver of happiness he could allow himself. But Aurel believed that he didn't deserve anything: not love, not happiness, nothing. This is reality. Look at what he is doing! But Aurel already lost his humanity...a long time ago.

Because Aurel isn't even fully human to begin with.

Aurel sees himself as a monster. He's not even combined with a normal animal; he's combined with a myth--a legend--a falsity that shouldn't be. It was an animal whose existence itself already seemed pained. A dog/coyote creature without fur...who needs to break through fences to survive, running from the shadows of discovery. Sometimes Aurel wondered if that was the reason for this hatred of himself. Did this creature hate itself too? It could be...he wouldn't be surprised. When Aurel turned twenty, he discovered a dry, burning thirst. Nothing quenched it. It wasn't until Hild fell on the stairs and cut her knee that Aurel realized what he desired. From that moment on, he needed a certain amount of blood in order to survive. And sometimes...Aurel thought that all the cruel men whose blood he drank...was slowly turning him into one as well.

He was stuck--trapped in a whirlwind of pain that his mind clung to as if it were the only thing he could ever have. The worst part was that he accepted it and just continued on, piling more lives to the ones already weighing on his shoulders. Just how many...how many had he killed? How many lives had he himself ruined? And he found pleasure from how countless it was. It just meant that soon...soon it would all be over and all the hate and all the pain could be washed away in the blood of the innocent. They were the common enemy of justice--they were the bringers of destruction, death, and pain; it fell to him and Hild...together. For eternity regardless of the result of their efforts. But they would succeed; Aurel's master plan was flawless.


LOVE:
→ His adopted father, Hild, Making Hild happy, Impressing Hild, Peace, Indifference, Pawns, Destruction, War, Chaos, Death, Darkness, Sleeping, Dreaming, Illusions, Plotting, Planning, Quiet, Pineapple juice (the only sweet thing he likes), The color black, Expensive clothing, Cologne, Money, Buying things for Hild, Soba noodles, Funnel Cake without the powdered sugar, Salt, Spaghetti, Meat,

HATE:
→ Chess, People who love chess, Wasting time, Idiots, Liars, Playing stupid, Humans, Murderers, Killers, Alchemists, Alchemy, Using Alchemy, Needless death, Light, Sunlight, The cold, Family, Emotion, Showing emotion, Failing to kill himself, Making Hild cry, When plans go astray, Amestris, Xing, Creta, Aerugo, Drachma, Carraig, Philosopher's stones, Television, Sweet things, Soda, Cheap things, Music,

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ That he is a chimera.

IDOL:
→ Death.

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HISTORY:
→ How did the great Aurelius Carston Schwarz come to be, you ask? Well, such a thing is simple to explain. He came to be just as any other human came to be, only, his mother couldn’t raise him. In the hospital where she gave birth to him, Central City Hospital, she put him up for adoption without even a name. As a baby behind glass, he could only reach up to the ceiling and cry, having no idea that he would never see her again and no recollection of even what she looked like. Such a painful thing for a human to accept, but to Aurel, it was only his first day in existence.

Some time later, when he was grown enough to be sent off to a home, a woman came in. She toured around with scrutinizing eyes at all the babies behind glass. Abandoned, rejected souls that she yearned to squeeze into a mish-mash of human and monster—a pain so great that she felt her stomach flip just imagining it. Human transmutation, using live bait. Bait though…was an understatement. She had to pick the right one and she had to fit the image of the ideal mother in order to do so. It was a process, a long, legal process that later lead to illegal experiments and resentful looks of society. She stopped at the case of an unnamed baby who lay silent as the grave, reaching mindlessly up into its own void of non-memory. She chose that one, and that choice was the rebirth of a child she named Aurelius.

He grew up in a lab, all the while the woman knowing he would remember nothing until the age of three to five. It was a long process, she knew, but what was left of her life was already dedicated to the pursuit of science. It was key to perform the act when the child was still that: a child. If he were to grew up past a certain point, the creature would not assimilate well into his body. At this point in the history of chimerae, she was quite informed with the many different generations of them. It was such that, she believed all to be…failures. With this experiment, she hoped to hit a turning point in the age of the chimera and create the generation to stand above all other previous generations! She would do it—she would hone it and laugh at the majesty that is her creation! All over Amestris secret laboratories like her own were springing up, people of all types thinking that could master what she was about to… But she would be victorious and stand alone with her self-made trophy only to send her boy—her boy out into the world to be discovered.

She raised him with knowledge, cramming everything she could into his developing mind that she already knew and has tested to be genius level. It weighed less than the typical human brain, but was much larger in size. She writhed with pleasure at the discovery and continued to mutilate his wishes with more and more information. By the time Aurel was four years old, she steeled herself for the act. He had no idea and she loved that childish ignorance. All she had to do was turn on the television and set up a chair to get him to stay still for hours and hours on end. His ‘pet’ whom he had named Carston wasn’t even what he thought it was. He called it a ‘doggy’, but it wasn’t that at all. Carston himself was a monster of natural selection—a species of animal that was mixed beyond repair and dying out among the slanting shadows of humans. He was a chupacabra—the ‘goat-sucker’, found in places like Creta, Drachma, and even Esparia. It resembled that of a coyote suffering from severe cases of mange, a rat, and a kangaroo. Strange species slammed into one and not the result of alchemy. How she obtained on was not her jurisdiction, but an agent had told her they tracked it for years before catching a live one: skittish creatures, fearful and hateful of humans. It made her thirst to see it combined with a human—Aurelius!

When the circle was complete, she alone would do the transmutation. Hovering about the circle, her eyes were nearly glowing with inhumane energy. Carston was freed from his cage and he scurried towards the chair where Aurel turned to look at him and wave. That was the last thing the woman—the mother—the chimera junkie ever saw for the room filled with vicious light and the force of her transmutation threw her back against the wall where equipment pierced her lungs and she died instantly. Motherless, alone, the chupacabra pulled towards the human and was absorbed into him, being the first successful attempt at a generation five chimera.

When he awoke, it was six years later. His name was A43L71 and he was suspended in a tank filled with liquid he was breathing in. His immediate reaction was to believe he was drowning, coughing, flailing and pulling fervently at the thick, garish chains confining his wrists. Crisscrossed against his chest, the cold metal sent shivers through out his entire being until he realized that he had no idea who he was. A mask was over his face, which he barely recognized as a mask rather than an extension of his body. When he licked the inside with his tongue and didn’t feel it, he came to that conclusion. Vague memories swam to the surface, images of what humans looked like with faces, noses, eyes… his own shadowy, childlike reflection in the mirror—the brush of a look from a mother the birthed him… Tubes fed into this head, pricks of slight pain and fuzzy recollection. He saw wavy faces peering in at him and then frantic movements for papers. Muffled yells of names to call other people to him, and suddenly the liquid was draining. He heard a voice, speaking a language called Amestrian. How he knew such things—how he knew so much was one thing he did not know. The voice told him that it would hurt, but it confused him. His lungs were filled with liquid for six years. Wait, six years? He didn’t understand this concept of time, but it was apparently long. His head reached the surface and he hopelessly threw himself into the act of inhaling, but nothing happened. His whole body hitched, his heart skipping beats, and he thought he was dying until the mask was detached and green water poured from his mouth and nose. He choked, sputtering much like a fish thrown onto the shore. He was rolling in sand, flipping from assimilation, and gasping for breath that was so sharp tears sprung into his eyes and also leaked down his face.

Men were about him now, suited and looking extremely serious. What could they expect from a monster child left behind by a chimera fanatic? The room was wobbly as they dried him off, speaking to him without words and only indications of things like a blow dryer. When the chains were removed for lack of aggression on his end, he felt his mouth forming the words his mind had chosen. “Who am I?” He knew it was a typical, pathetic, clichéd question, but what were clichés if not to be used? He was told that his name was Aurelius Carston as said on his birth certificate. His birth mother was alive somewhere, but had given him and a younger sister 4 years later named Alena up for adoption. A woman had adopted him and crossed him with a chupacabra. The men all exchanged glances. Aurel’s mind growing clearer caught onto that being a bad thing. He frowned. The men all shrugged, implying that they had no idea what it was. Aurel remembered, but chose to say nothing due to the current situation being a mystery to him.

They kept him in observed captivity for a year. During that time, he was not only constantly tested on, but not allowed to go outside. He found out later that what was done to him was a forbidden act—that he was a monster in the view of normal society. He could drink blood and it made him stronger. He had fangs and quick reflects that outwitted even the best athletes they brought in. He could tell the people there were afraid of him. At that rate, he was sure that he would live the rest of his life like that. He met a woman named Stephona one day. She was new, not attractive, but very kind. She told him stories and tried to entertain him when all the others left for the night. One time she asked him why he tried to break out all the time, but he countered with the question of why she bothered to stay behind when everyone else turned in. She said it was because she felt pity. …Pity? The word brought negative connotations, making him feel almost sick, and yet? Maybe that was what he had needed; someone to care. No, what he needed was to be freed from this cage. He wasn’t an animal! Aurel knew better—he knew! He told her this and she nodded solemnly.

A few months transpired with the same blank, murderous routine that slowly drove Aurel to insanity. He was becoming an animal, snapping at people, growling, refusing to eat. All this, of course, was recorded in a study by these heartless people that had no idea what it was like having freedom stripped away from day one. That night, Stephona came in when everyone had left once more. She whispered in his ear, which almost came as too loud for him. What she gave him was a plan—a perfect plan to escape together. She said she would take responsibility and take care of him—help him adjust to the real world outside. He nodded. Three days. He had to wait three days.

Those three days he was as mellow and bright-minded as a kitten flopped over in sunshine. The observers had no idea what had brought on the sudden change in him until the day came. In broad daylight, Stephona snatched his birth certificate and handed it to him. Nonchalantly, they waltzed out of the room Aurel had spent 80% of his days in. When asked why, she simply stated that he didn’t feel well at all. In accordance to his behavior, they believed it completely. The rest was a breeze, navigating the hallways, riding an elevator. Aurel was having so much fun that he barely noticed when they were being followed. Outside, they reached it!! Cool wind in his hair, the touch of a world he had never known. A loud bang suddenly pricked his eardrums, reverberating in his head again and again as he turned to see the first person die he had ever— Flashes of vague memories leaked into his consciousness: a woman thrown back into the wall—blood, blood, coming from him, flowing from her. A scream—his own—then blackness. The blackness crept at his vision now, dotting the corners as he looked on at the body of Stephona. ”Run,” she mouthed. Off, he took, running like he had never run before. And he was chased. Up until the sunset did he hear footsteps racing after him. Birth certificate gripped in his hands, he burst into a random building and collapsed in a heap. Aurelius was eleven years old.

He awoke in a hospital, his memories a haze of confusion. He only remembered that he had forgotten once before, but one day he would remember again. A man stood over the bed, a little feral girl growling, but looking on him in wonder. This man would become his father, and that girl, his sister: Hild.

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Humans are rotten. They go about their lives obvious to others—strangled by their greed and own definitions of justice. We seek peace, but wage wars to accomplish it. Pathetic. If only…if only I had some sort of power to stop it. But no; I’m as powerless as everyone else who sits in front of their television. How sad. Life is extremely cruel in that regard. If God can create something as complex as a flower, why can’t he bestow on one of us the ability to stop all of this nonsense? I don’t believe in god, but sometimes I pray to him in hopes that something will actually happen. It never does.

The boy’s father sighed, minimizing the online journal with mixed feelings. Such deep thoughts coming from a middle school boy… He maximized his daughter, Hild’s journal and smiled to himself. Such wide differences between his children! But he guessed that was to be expected. His son, Aurel, was fifteen now, engaging life head on. But Hild, who had just turned fourteen, was always being bullied at school. Well, she did come from the Schwarz family—one of the richest in Amestris. He didn’t understand why, but apparently that was grounds for abuse among children. With adults though, it was quite the opposite. He sighed again and pushed his chair out from the pristine desk.

Day in and day out Aurel fought to defend Hild from the jealous children in the halls. He revered his militant father and was determined to uphold justice with every step of his small body. In no time, everyone feared his wrath and the fighting ceased completely. As months went by without the need for his protection, Hild grew apart from Aurel and became a true individual. But this only succeeded in making him lonely. Even after four years of adjusting to normal life, going to school with other children, Aurel still felt strange as if…something was missing from his life aside from the eleven years of lost memory…

It was a cold day in March when Aurel began having flashbacks of his past. He recalled with terrifying clarity that he wasn't completely human. He remembered that he grew up in a lab with a woman who made him into a chimera with Carston—his middle name, a chupacabra. Stephona and the observers who watched over him for six years in a tank until he woke up and yet kept him still for a year even after waking. Escaping…Stephona getting shot… And Aurel remembered that Amestris was a war-hungry, torment-thirsty country—that he hated alchemy and wanted to destroy it.

“Chupacabra?” He said aloud, trying to block out the loud thumping of his heart. “Impossible.” But it was true. When he asked his father about it, he was faced with the truth—the absolute truth which concealed nothing. How had his father known? …His birth certificate was simply a certificate, but a series of collected data on not who Aurel was, but what he was. He wasn’t his father’s son; he was a monster whose own birth mother cared not about him. He wasn’t an elite by blood, but by adoption—through abandonment. The shock sent him into a spiral of depression and bewilderment. Hild didn’t understand his pain—no one understood how he felt. When he tried to talk about it, there wasn’t anyone who would listen seriously. This solitude began to weigh heavier and heavier on his young shoulders, warping his perception, and dragging him deeper and deeper into despair. His mind broke.

The idea of throwing himself out one of the large foyer windows began to grow appealing to him. He stopped writing in his journal every night, giving up his adopted father’s ideals he had come to abide by. Life began to dull, and its meaning was lost. The currents of time continued to wash over him, thrusting him under each wave. He would resurface only to realize he still couldn’t breathe just like the moments of reawakening in the tank alone. A43L71. When Aurel came to his senses, he was standing at the train station, facing the noise of everyday life. Slowly, his feet took him to the yellow line. The contours pressed into the bottoms of his shoes, upsetting the soles of his feet. No, he wasn’t going to turn around. This was it. This was the end. No more… He couldn’t take any more of this forlorn existence—this constant loss and gain of his memories—the forever failure of assimilation into everyday life. His simple existence just wasn’t worth all the effort—life wasn’t worth the meaningless struggle.

The train was approaching; he could hear it coming. The front wind blew harshly at his cropped hair, disheveling it into chaos. He took another step forward and then another, teetering on the edge. No one noticed. A flash of head lights broke from the tunnel and the silver monster flew towards him with horrifying speed. Aurel took a deep breath, his entire body brimming with anticipation, shaking, quivering. He felt it in each vein—each shuddering breath. And then he took one last step, his foot only meeting air. As he fell, he imagined what everyone would think after his death. Would they conclude that he couldn’t handle the truth, or would they understand the true reason of this death?

When the train hit him on the side, he fell into the alley between the tracks. The screeching wheels hissed as they came to a stop inches from his motionless body. A woman with three children glanced over and gasped, the sickening collision replaying itself in her mind. She rushed over, shouting for help that never came. She did not hesitate when she too, stepped beyond the yellow line. Feeling around in the darkness under the platform, she reached Aurel who was still alive. He had a pulse—a slow one—but a pulse. The lady was an alkahestrist doctor who now felt that she had studied all those years for this very moment. Saving a life…gave her own life meaning. This boy would have died without her… Bracing his spine and ribs, carefully, she lifted his limp body into her arms and back to the light of day.

When Aurel woke up in the hospital, he was surrounded by a stage of actors. Fake sympathy dripped from their cursed lips as if they were trying to cast a spell on him to continue living. Aurel’s first words were laughter, shocking many into silence, but Hild was already quiet to begin with. She…was always quiet. It was as if she didn’t know how to express her feelings to him. This only upset him further and stole his voice. He said nothing, refusing to put sound to his reason for suicide. But when he was omitted after a month of bed rest, he was forced to prove himself sane enough to return to his old life. This did not correspond with his plan to die. That was when he birthed a miraculous façade that wielded the power to fool even his adoptive father. With a bright smile on his pale lips, he turned to them and promised to go on living.

As the months passed, he was very aware of the fact that Hild was watching him. With everything he did, she was there with her serene blue eyes boring into his soul. It was annoying and his façade was beginning to crack in her presence, adding to his desire for death. One morning before class, he found himself staring at his reflection in a trance. There was something wrong. That wasn’t him…it was only a projected image of himself—a warped perception of the truth—a lie. Who was he really? His thoughts bounced against invisible walls in his head, churning in impossible circles. Before he knew it, his fist was through the mirror and blood was dripping into the immaculate sink. It hurt. With a quivering hand, he gripped a large shard of the mirror and marveled at it. Was this a piece of himself? He raised it up to his right eye, closer and yet still closer until he could no longer focus on it. Smirking to himself, he plunged the sharp end into the socket of his right eye. It was a pain he had never felt before. Aurel fell to the elegant tile floor of the large bathroom, shaking and gasping for breath. He gripped a hand tightly over his gushing eye, writhing on the ground in agony. The broken piece of the mirror clattered to the ground beside him.

Suddenly Hild was there. Had she—had she been watching him this entire time? Aurel let out strangled laughter, completely aware of the fact that his façade was now lost in her eyes. She bent down to him and pried his hand from over his face. Black bangs soaked with blood stuck to his forehead, dripping down his neck to where long strands of hair sprawled out across the lavish bathroom rug. His reddened hand fell limply to the side, his knuckles staining the white tile in brush strokes of suffering. Aurel opened his eyes from where he lay on his back and gazed lifelessly into her sorrowful expression. …Pity? Was that pity? Pity like Stephona’s pity? He went to sit up in defiance, but all the force was sapped from his muscles, pouring out down his cheek to the floor under him.

Panting, he reached out to her, touching her cheek with a crooked smile. He hadn’t noticed that her slender fingers were wrapped around his broken mirror shard or that she raised it up to her own right eye; he simply gazed in wonder when she too stabbed herself with it.

“Shit,” He murmured, forcing himself to his knees when the dream fell apart at the seams. His equilibrium flipped, the room was spinning, and he felt like he was crawling on the ceiling, but he reached her before she fell. Holding her shaking form against his chest, Aurel stood, his eyes alight with a strange energy. And then despite his own pain, he ran.

By the time he reached his adopted father, darkness was eating at the crevices of his still-seeing eye. He felt so light headed he was sure he would float away into nothingness, but for once…he didn’t welcome it. Hild—he had to save her eye. She couldn’t…he wouldn’t let her suffer because of his own selfish wish. He almost collided with the man that paraded as his father, but stopped just in time to collapse at his feet. For some strange reason he couldn’t speak…it was like he had lost the motor function and was fading away. Before he completely lost consciousness, he gathered the words spoken from the man’s mouth. "Oh, my son…”

When Aurel awoke in the hospital for the second time in the same year, he was displeased that it was becoming a habit. Maybe it would have been better if he had bled to death. In the past, it was what he would have wanted, but now…why was he questioning it? It took some time before realization hit him, and he rose abruptly from the bed, trailing wires in his wake. It hurt…his entire head felt like it had been run over by a steam roller… But it didn’t matter—not with the knowledge of what Hild had done to herself because of him. He yanked the needles from his arms and pushed away the growing nausea, staggering out of his room and into the hallway. For the second time he ran into his father, but this time he wasn’t able to stop. He fell backwards onto the pristine flooring.

“Aurel!” His father fell to the ground next to him and placed a hand on either side of his head, lifting his face. Warm blue eyes studied his son’s pained features and he frowned. “I’m not going to ask you why…but…Hild, she—”

“She what?!” Aurel gasped, meeting the man’s eyes directly. “Tell me. She what?”

“She lost her eye. You…you will regain sight in your right eye, but she never will in her’s.” He looked down and then back up at him, taking a deep breath. “You lost the pigment though so I’m not sure, but they say that one of your eyes will stay blue and the other will be red…” It was clear the old man was distressed by the way he phrased each word, but despite everything, he was smiling. “I’m so glad your both safe…”

After that, Aurel never raised a hand to himself again. Hild wore an eye patch to hide what she had done to herself—beneath it the mangled eye. Aurel, on the other hand, flaunted his discolored eye to the world, wearing the red openly in repentance. He became Hild’s shadow: she became his reason for continued life. Never again would he let anything harm her. He was her knight, her protector, her prince. At first, it was out of fear, but soon he recognized that she was a valuable asset to his existence. When he stood next to her, people gapped in admiration and their attention was drawn to her. With this method, he could easily help her rise to the position she desired. He could make her dreams come true.

Together, they created an organization called RIOTE whose main goal was to abolish alchemy. Using this force as a ruse, they wanted to destroy the Fuhrer's morale. Once they graduated high school, Hild was already a candidate for the military thanks to Aurel’s snide sweet-talking. From there, he led her on to be the second most powerful person in Amestris…next to the Fuhrer himself. He began plotting the fowl man’s demise while his proud, rich father sat back in his mansion watching television. Aurel was about to slip into his room when he caught the news that the South was being invaded by the Aerugese. Afterwards, he learned with horror from a contact that the Fuhrer was actually Father—that Father was still alive. So that meant homunculi were still alive as well... After RIOTE was destroyed and their plans fell through, Aurel received more intel that the North was planning a coup d’état. It was perfect. He spoke to Hild immediately about his plans and together, they conquered the country. Following Father's death, Hild became the new Fuhrer.

Aside from a few near-suicide experiences, Aurel began concocting his master plan. While Hild saved him time and time again, the knowledge of her being not his blood sister grew stronger and stronger in not just his mind, but hers as well. They grew closer with each of Aurel’s attempts and soon he found himself loving her. He stopped playing with guns and jumping off roofs if only for the sake of her smile. But it was hard; it was strangely hard and wore on him.

…it began time to conquer the rest of the world. Ever since he was a child, Aurel had felt unsatisfied with the world as it was. Instead of dying, he had decided he would shape this world into one worthy of his approval and Hild’s. It was the only way he was sure he would be able to survive. He had to do it. He had to suck it up and bide their time regardless of it being torture. They were sitting ducks—no, something more refined than that; they could fly, but were choosing not to. According to Aurel's master plan, they could only act amidst a war because only war could warrant the pursuit of true peace. So they had to wait. And while they waited, Aurel just wanted to die. He couldn't stand hearing people bustling about or commanding alchemists who used the magic of sin. It was hell. But during the wait, he made sure that all homunculi were spawned after Father's demise. To ensure this, he made Xanthus Icarus into Pride and Tanandra Collier into Lust. And the reason...well, RIOTE needed power; he and Hild needed to face entire armies on their own. There was only one way this was possible: to gain a power similar to that of Father himself. Thus, a year or so back, Aurel hired a pathetic man who wanted money. He told him to make three philosopher's stones in South City, although little to the man’s knowledge the force of the alchemy took the alchemist too. Aurel and Hild were able to receive two of the stones, the third lost into the hands of Fort Briggs. But that was part of the plan. Aurel had ordered for the other to be left so as to lead the pathetic military off RIOT's trail. One the precious red was in Aurel’s hands, him and Hild ate the stones, gaining power only to hide it. Thus, was the birth of the Bearers.

Then...Creta attacked. FINALLY! All of Hild's men were out of Central fighting battles. It was time. Together, they detonated the bombs strewed about the country by Lyte and destroyed lives, buildings, and the government. It was only the beginning. Drachma fell to the finesse of Vanity whom Aurel learned was his blood sister—the girl that also had been abandoned in the hospital the same way he had. It…was funny, having siblings... He didn't exactly give it much thought and it really didn't surprise him much. They were very much alike—what with bluish-hued hair and unparalleled thinking. Still, he wasn't sure how to receive the intel, choosing instead to let it pass and officially look into it later. Either way, Drachma was theirs with Vanity as the center piece of which he could freely move. With Tanda guarding Rouen and Vanity in Drachma, RIOTE now controlled two countries. Amestris was destroyed and repairing itself, falling deeply into his plan without much of a way to escape its clutches. Soon, Aurel knew a new kind of government would be established. From there, the rest would unfold in time for a true World War was coming…

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ALCHEMIC ABILITY:
→ Due to eating a philosopher's stone as a Chimera and without any sins Father created being available, Aurel has gained abilities akin to Hohenheim. Aurel is capable of performing any alchemy within his mental capacity. However, seeing as his body is not immortal, if he uses alchemy too much, he threatens his life. And Aurel only has one life. He does not need to use transmutation circles.

→ Specialty Alchemy - Black hole: Aurel can create a black hole that reaches up to twenty feet in every direction of its origination. This black hole feasts on light as fire feasts on oxygen. Anything within the vicinity will cease to exist.

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TRIVIA:
→ He does not eat breakfast.
→ He tires easily around people.
→ He has hikikomori tendencies.
→ He is antisocial.
→ He is a sadist.
→ He was more suicidal because he hated posing as the fuhrer.
→ He is still suicidal just less prone to sporadically jumping in front of trains.
→ He has tried to kill himself many times and failed.
→ He stabbed out his own right eye.
→ He only does things for a carefully thought out reason.
→ He hates attention.
→ He is alive in order to make Hild happy.
→ He is EXTREMELY protective of Hild.
→ He has much money at his disposal.
→ If he says he'll kill you, you'll die.
→ He does not need to intake blood in order to survive, but he can and it heightens his alchemic energy.
→ He invented RIOTE.
→ Weapon: Trident.
→ He is fluent in Amestrian, Ishvallan, Aerugese, Esparian, Xingese, Drachman, Cretan, Creig, Rouenian (Gelemortian Dialect), and Cerisian.

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Reila, Spade, Celesto, Fran, Elastor, Toss, Makoto, Tsune, Zairen

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Kufufufu!!!

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OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Void

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