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FMA OC PROFILE :: ALICIA
(FULL NAME) Alicia Amsel
(BIRTHDAY) 7th May 1897
(RESIDENCE) Giyoir, East Area
(PLACE OF BIRTH) North-East Aerugo
(JOB/EDUCATION) Trainee police officer
(HAIR) Long, straight cut except around her face where it's formed into three sections of bangs. Very light blonde - almost white.
(EYES) Complete heterochromia - her left is green, while her right is light blue.
(SKIN TONE) Fair skinned, rarely tans at all, but neither does she burn.
(HEIGHT) 5'5" / 169cms
FMAFIC:Wake me up - Chapter 2
Roy stared at the teenager incredulously. They were seated opposite each other at a simple round, wooden table, each with a hot drink left untouched in front of them. Ed's fingers wrapped around his mug as he stared at the questionable liquid within it, but Roy had his hands full as he nursed a small bag of once frozen peas to his already blackened eye, now bruised twice over.
"You attacked me."
Ed growled at the repeated accusation, glaring angrily at his superior as he explained his defence for what felt like the tenth time.
"You had your hood up; I couldn't see that it was you."
They were both losing their patience with each other because of Roy's scepticism and repeated questions. It was only by Al's honest judgement that they were able to get anywhere.
"But Brother, you screamed. That's how I knew someone else was here."
The blonde paused momentarily, murmuring that he didn't scream but shout, before his lips twitched up into a smirk.
"If you caught sight
FMAFIC:Wake me up - Chapter 1
Eyes like open doors
The pain screamed out at him, but he had no time for it. There were more pushing matters at hand; like his brother's life.
He was certain he had shouted them name out, but the roar of the energy rushing around him drained out all other sounds. The only proof that his voice still existed was due to the fact he could feel his throat going raw from the strain put on his larynx. But he didn't care. He'd already lost a leg, and now his brother.
The voice cut through the disarray like the silence after a storm. He knew that voice, had waited years for it. The pain no longer even held a part in the back of his mind, as if the voice alone had washed it away.
Gentle hands placed themselves under the arms of the young boy, lifting him up into a warm embrace that he had longed for so long. The smell Oh god her smell
Which was slowly re