Scarper Violin
Age 7 *since made*
Race Homunculus
Gender Female
Prefers *to afraid to find out*
Abilities Body can generate into any weapon imaginable.
A B O U T // S C A R P E R // V I O L I N
History
A long time ago... Well about seven years ago... a great and powerful alchemist named Montmerency Violin, decided to create, the well known, Philosopher Stone; so he can create a daughter. Well, thats what he wanted then.
When the country he lived in decided to outlaw alchemy, he was... well... pissed. He was against the idea, because he used alchemy in his day-to-day life. So, naturally, he rebelled.. like the rest of the alchemists around... and went into hiding... like the rest of them, (is there a pattern?)
He wanted revenge against the government for ruining his life. So instead of creating a daughter like he planned, he decided to make a killing machine. Since the body of his "daughter" was already generated, he used that. He spent months in his lab, creating the Philosopher Stone.
So many lives lost, due to his blind rage.
When the stone was finished, he already lost it... he was insane. He had everything ready, nothing could take this away from him. Other.. then the stone taking his life.In creating the stone, the soul of the maker would have to go into the final product. So, naturally, he died, and in turn, he successfully created his very fist, and last, Homunculus.
S E V E N // Y E A R S // L A T E R // S C A R P E R S // J O U R N E Y
After being made, I was alone and scared. All I remember of that night, was sleeping next to the massacred remains of my maker.
**I really never knew my name, or what it was suppose to be. Where I got Scarper from was on the cover of my makers journal. It took me only a year to learn the basics of intelligence, and I found myself reading the books in my makers lab. His written journals about his practices and his creation of life using the Philosophers' Stone.
For months I studied the Homunculi and used that knowledge to find myself. My father created me to destroy, but I had no reason too. I was fine living the live I had. I was ahead of most humans, and technically I was still in my early years.
I found myself in a school for the "gifted". It was a high in academy. I wowed every professor I had and they told me to look somewhere else for learning, that the school was too low for my mental intake. So I went to the HQ for machinery and weaponry for the army's. They wanted proof I could create, take apart, and put together objects. And I did just that.
So now I work for the government, the people who I was created to destroy, Working as a normal human being.
T H E // O T H E R // T H I N G S // Y O U // N E E D // T O // K N O W
Personality I'm pretty mellow, surprisingly.. And a bit cocky too.. I don't like loosing to scum, and I love challenges.
Features My hair is white and my eyes are silver. To think people would mark that as inhuman. My left arm is wrapped up in bandages to hide the cursed mark. People think I have it there because of a terrible burn.
Weapons Besides my body, I have a semi-automatic pistol(that I put together myself) and butterfly-knifes.
Misc Fairly nervous around boys.. I get so nervous I start swinging.
Talents I'm a fairly good fighter, I kind of like to show off. I'm a sharp shooter and I'm pretty good with technological and mechanical stuff.
