07-19-2018, 12:48 PM
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Roy knew his fair share of dangers, whether it be in this world or his old home. Back at home, his life was just beginning to spiral downward into chaos- while he was ranked Colonel in the Amestrian military, the plots the senior staff had in mind was beginning to surface. Which meant anyone who tried to stop them would be at the risk of loosing their lives, whether they died trying to save their country or they were murdered to keep things quiet. As crazy as it was turning, there are many times where Roy wishes he and Riza were still there- trying to stop the corrupt government. What got them sent here was a danger of itself- human transmutation isn't exactly a walk in the park, after all. It cost them their lives, and sometimes Roy thought this life was worse than permanent death.
The scent of blood grabbed his attention, the male trailing away from his designated path. He found himself following the scent, ears drawing backwards as he wondered what he'd come across.
When the melanistic bobcat came padding in, he entered just in time to hear Moonmade, the stranger, speak up. He insisted that he was fine, despite the various wounds on his body. Clearly he wasn't exactly fine, if they're grabbing attention and people offering their aid to him. The Flame Alchemist's gaze locked on the wounds for a moment, ears pricking up as he listened to Moonmade speak. There weren't any joining rituals that Moonmade has to complete, but Roy wished at least a swearing of loyalty could be enforced. Roy wasn't exactly the most welcoming member, he didn't trust strangers and newcomers easily one bit. Roy didn't even trust his groupmates for the first month of his time here, it took time for him to put trust into some of the people he cares for the most now. "I am Roy Mustang," He introduced himself to Moonmade, eyes blinking as his gaze moved from the male's wounds and onto his face.
The scent of blood grabbed his attention, the male trailing away from his designated path. He found himself following the scent, ears drawing backwards as he wondered what he'd come across.
When the melanistic bobcat came padding in, he entered just in time to hear Moonmade, the stranger, speak up. He insisted that he was fine, despite the various wounds on his body. Clearly he wasn't exactly fine, if they're grabbing attention and people offering their aid to him. The Flame Alchemist's gaze locked on the wounds for a moment, ears pricking up as he listened to Moonmade speak. There weren't any joining rituals that Moonmade has to complete, but Roy wished at least a swearing of loyalty could be enforced. Roy wasn't exactly the most welcoming member, he didn't trust strangers and newcomers easily one bit. Roy didn't even trust his groupmates for the first month of his time here, it took time for him to put trust into some of the people he cares for the most now. "I am Roy Mustang," He introduced himself to Moonmade, eyes blinking as his gaze moved from the male's wounds and onto his face.
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— THE SHADOWS ON MY WALL DON'T SLEEP
Roy Mustang is a 3 year and 4 months old melanistic bobcat. He has obsidian fur- light shades on his muzzle, paws, belly, chest, and tail tip and darker spots all over his body. He is an amputee, his back right leg left in an uneven cut, stump. Roy is an Alchemist who specifies in flame alchemy- he has fire and air elementals. He resides in the Ascendants, happily married to Riza Hawkeye. Roy does not trust strangers easily, they must earn it. He's also blind.
— THEY KEEP CALLING ME, BECKONING.
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