I was born in London, England, but moved to Germany with my father a few years back. I'm sixteen now and work as a local paperboy and spend most of my time around Munich. Unfourtounatly it's not like what it used to be, now that the Nazis basicly run the place, but enough of that.
Just come talk to me!
[[ INDEPENDENT RP FOR Alter!Edward Elric.
This goes along with FullMetal Alchemist, Conqueror of Shamballa.]]
Posted 2 months ago | Reblog
Anonymous sent: U know theres already an alter edward account right? why did you make on? are you trying to copy him? i thik you are. lol.
[[ Make on? I think you mean make one..
And I didn’t know that when I made this account. I know now. We actually follow eachother. Are alters are very different. Mines the younger Edward… And he’s from London, England. The other’s is older, German, and is a soldier in the war. We’re not the same at all. They even have different names. So the answer is no. I’m not trying to copy him, or anybody else.
alter-ed started following you. aimlessavarice started following you.
“Where the hell have you been?” he scowled but quickly paused— oh this wasn’t him was it? Dammit. “Hey…sorry I thought you were someone else….”
“The names Greed.”
“E-excuse me?” Did he just say his name was… Greed? That was a rather odd name. What kind of parents would give such a permanent identity to there child?
“I’m Edmund.” He said with a slight accent.
alter-ed started following you
“Hey t— Wait a minute, are you… me? You look extremely different!” He exclaimed.
Are you.. me? Shouldn’t I be the one asking this question? Edmund thought to himself. Who was this boy? He was right, though. There were a lot of differences between the two. For one, his clothing. He looked ridiculous. Edmund has never seen such personal attire worn by anyone he knew or saw until this time, for that matter. This boy’s hair was unusual also. It was long and tied back. Ed had only seen this style on women from where he’s from. But then again.. Where was he?
“Who are you?” Edmund asked with the slightest hint of an accent.
“Hey, Ed! Did you do something different with your hair? It looks great.”
“I’m sorry, do I know you..?”
He asked with the slightest hint of an accent.This was strange. Edmund has never seen her before, but how did she know his name? His cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment about his hair, although there was nothing new about it. Was she mistaking him for someone else? “No. I didn’t do anything new with my hair.”
OCC: Thanks, guys.
For starters, thanks for following this blog! :)
I’ll be roleplaying Alter!Ed and at first I may seem a little rusty, but don’t fret! I’ll get use to Edumnd soon enough. If you notice anything I should improve on and/or if there’s anything that stands out to you in anyway and you’d like to share something about it, don’t hesitate to talk to me. Anons are welcomed too! I’ll still use my Alfons account, although I’m probably going to focus most of my attention on this one. Oh! Even though I go along with the whole Conqueror of Shamballa dealio , FMA Brotherhood roleplayers are welcome also. Same with OCs. Hope I get to talk to you guys shortly!
