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NAME: Edward Elric
FANDOM: Fullmetal Alchemist
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Student
HISTORY: Edward Elric barely knew his father before he stormed from the house one night. Left with only his mother, Trisha, and his younger brother, Alphonse, Ed couldn't have complained. His childhood was happy, full of fond memories and laughter despite the absence of a father. It was at age 11 that everything seemed to go downhill. He lost his right arm in a car accident and his mother's health began to fail her. The next few years were spent trying to care for both his mother as her body grew weaker from her illness and his baby brother. After four years of hospital visits and treatments that never seemed to do any good, Trisha's body finally gave out. But not before she told Ed of the money their father, Hohenheim, had left them and which she had left untouched for the boys. And though they were left to stay with a close friend of the family, Edward used the money left for them to take care of his baby brother.
PERSONALITY:Stubborn, obstinate, childish, and short-tempered (Especially if someone mentions his height), Edward Elric has many bad qualities, but he is also very family oriented as well as incapable of turning away someone in need (Despite any griping). He excels easily in school work, particularly in science, getting top marks in all his classes. He is also very loyal to his last remaining family member, spending all his time doting on him in 'big-brotherly fashion'.

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1ST PERSON: I haven’t slept since I arrived here. Every time I close my eyes, I just see his wide, tearful eyes, and hear his voice, shrill and broken as oppose to the usual beautiful, melodious tones that usually come from my baby brother’s lips. And I reach and reach and… and I can’t get to him. I know my baby brother though; he’s smart and tough. He’s here somewhere. I’ll keep looking for him, every day, until I can hold him in my arms again. It’s funny, the things I miss now, the things I used to find irritating. The way he still ran to me when a storm knocked the power out, crying and clinging like a five-year-old. I’d give anything to tuck him under the covers again and kiss his forehead and tell him big brother is here to protect him.

But in time, I’ll get to again. Those… things can’t have him. He’s my only family and I won’t have failed as a big brother, as his damn guardian, to have protected him against those monsters.
3RD PERSON: It took awhile for Ed to get settled into his new housing. Well, ‘settled’ probably isn’t the word. There’s hardly any belongings, any furniture beyond a bed and a table with two chairs. He won’t make this place a ‘home’ until he’s here again, at his side, like it ought to always be. But all in all, the routine hasn’t changed from normal. He wakes up in he morning (has to stop himself from checking the next bedroom to wake up his little brother who has something of a lazy streak in the morning often enough), fixes breakfast (enough for two, but- he has the healthy appetite of… ten growing boys to eat it all), cleans up, and goes to school. He ignores any looks he gets, both because he looks like a walking zombie himself from lack of sleep or because of his prosthetic arm, and goes about his day.

Yes, it’s all comfortable, dull routine. Easy to lose yourself in and forget about the dull ache of what is going on just outside and what it has taken from so many people.

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