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((this is a roleplaying journal for Envy from Full Metal Alchemist, for use in the asylumproject and luceti communities. I do not own him, and I am not using this for profit.))

☆ Name: Mira
☆ LJ: remy_ice_angel
☆ Email: jemaryllis@gmail.com
☆ AIM: aitradeahalin
☆ MSN: jemaryllis@gmail.com

☆ Character: Envy/_William
☆ Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
☆ Character Age: apparent age 18-20, actual age over 400
☆ Special Abilities/Powers: super strength and speed, shapeshifting, rapid healing. He now functions on the same level as a normal human, and he can only assume one form...that of his true self _{Edward and Al Elric's half brother.} However, because he loathes this form with inhuman passion, you'll see him using it only in extremely rare instances, if at all. Healing has been reduced to the level of a normal human.
☆Timeline: before the battle at Dante's mansion

☆ Character's Personality: Envy certainly lives up to his name...he frequently lashes out in furious jealousy towards other people's happiness, which he has never been fortunate to experience as a homunculus. He can be incredibly cruel, manipulative and sadistic, but unlike the raw uncontrollable anger that Wrath is known for, Envy is far more subtle in his machinations. While he despises any and all humans, he has a particular hatred towards Hohenheim of Light for abandoning him after his creation _{and never being acknowledged as his son.}

☆ Character's Background: The oldest surviving homunculus, Envy claims that he has forgotten what he originally looked like, _{but in truth chooses not to take that form out of hatred for his father, whom he strongly resembles}. He hates all humankind and follows Dante, his mother, mostly for the opportunity of killing as many humans as he can. Unlike the other homunculi serving Dante, Envy does not care about the Philosopher's Stone, nor about becoming human. His lust for revenge on his parent, and inflicting pain and suffering on all humans, are the only things that matter to him.

_{Envy was created four hundred years ago by Hohenheim in an attempt to resurrect the son he and Dante had, who had died from mercury poisoning when he was eighteen years old. Dante cultivated the jealousy within him by forever reminding him that somewhere, Hohenheim was giving the affection that was rightfully Envy's to a new family, one without the stigma of a homunculus. As a result, he naturally also hates his younger half-brothers Ed and Al, and on a more limited note Trisha Elric/Sloth.}

☆ Third Person Sample: Pacing. Pacing like a wild panther in a cage, his eyes gleaming with frustration and steadily boiling anger. Back and forth along the garden wall, looking it over from top to bottom, looking for any sign of a crack or a loose vine that could be climbed. Nothing. No way out, no way back to what his -real- purpose was...not rotting in a stupid asylum or hospital or whatever the hell this was. Hohenheim would go first, he had decided. Then he would take his form and use it to completely -crush- his children. But right now, he had to get -out-. The tension in his muscles was nearly painful.

Finally he screamed, a quick release of his anger. He panted afterwards, fists clenched to his sides. It felt better, but not by much. ...Those nurses. Yeah...they would be easy pickings. He would go kill a few of those again. They just kept coming back anyway...and this time he wanted to see what was -inside- them. It was no fun when they didn't try to run or look at him in terror. That would mean they had something to live for, wouldn't it? Well...at least he wasn't the -only- thing here whose happiness had been stripped away. He might have pitied them, if they weren't so damned convenient to have around.

He went back through to the building, looking around. Damn. This wasn't the same building he was in earlier. This was the cafeteria again. With that funny, not-quite-edible smell coming from the food. Yuck. Well...at least the humans trapped in this place would be plenty miserable. Just as miserable as he had always been. That was a nice switch. He grinned, despite himself. After all...what right did -they- have to be happy?

☆ First Person Sample: Whoever locked me up in here...whoever decided this would be -so funny-...they are going to -die-. Painfully. Preferably by having their intestines ripped out. Yeah, I bet -that- would be fun to see in that stupid excuse of an "arts and crafts" room.

-Fuck-, there better be some grinning clowns around here or something, because when I figure out how to get unlock this door they're the -first- thing I'm going after. They're so stupid-looking I -might- be able to imagine that dumb kid of -his- instead.

I tried copying someone...I don't know. Might've been a nurse, might not have been...but all I could get was -that- face. That stupid face...and I couldn't even break the mirror to get it out of my sight. Had to look away and change back. They stole my power and left me with -that-...ugh.

☆ Questions/Comments: The last Envy...wasn't very subtle. This one is a little more so. ;)

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