This is my AWESOMENESS

though it's still FMA based. I made all these characters. This WHOLE thing all by myself in eighth grade…in math class…on a Rainey day…while we were doing Trig functions…Never scream, "Ha-ha, take that you dirty little freak." While in math class…seriously…

OKAY ANYWAY! This whole gang of freaks belongs to me. Everyone that you most likely will recognize does not. Such as Roy, Ed, Al etc. This is just a brief background to get you started.

Break it, fix it, rebuild it, and then break it again. Mold its weakness away, and fixes it's every flaw. The creatures of the damned, the creatures feared by the world, that is us. That is we. We fight for secret reasons, destroy with great exchange. We try to look upon things, like no mortal can explain. We find this world a pity, and try to fix its flaws. But even the damned of the beast, knows it's a lost cause. But still we try, and still we fail, to ring this place of its peril. As much as we try, we have yet to die. Fighting for this grail. We are the opposite of the homunculi; we are something the world denies. We can't blend in, it's not our style. We prefer to stand and look vile. But with the strength of more then a thousand men, we have yet to be brought down by them. So here we stand, forever to stay. Don't like? To bad. It's going to have to stay this way…

"I need three members' front and center, preferable from squad four." The long, black haired female shouted, walking through the halls nearly knocking over every person she saw, great silver eyes glaring around at the surrounding people, "I MEAN STAT!" she barked quite loudly. Long locks kept up in a bun containing its deadly nature. A long black trench coat that everyone seemed to have dangled all around her as the rest of her attire, a blue shirt and jeans, lay flat against her pale skin, "Where the hell is Sane?!" she barked, raising a fingerless gloved hand as it balled into a fist, "This is no time for lolly gagging people! This is Code F 14! I repeat CODE F 14!!" she barked. People around her froze dropping what they had and scattering around the halls. Darting in rooms left and right to their stations.

"Code F 14…" A short, brown haired man joined besides her walking in a calmer stance then she was. Taking a bite from the apple with large fangs he grinned, "This will be fun." He snickered. With golden eyes like a cat he glared beside him to the female, "So which one did we get, Sheila?" he asked quietly. Sticking his hands in his turquoise jeans, the sleeves of his navy sweater being pushed up.

"My favorite." Sheila smirked, "Lust." The man beside her chuckled.

"I'll fetch DragonFly, Recka, and Daisy for you if you'd like."

"Oh jiminy cricket! Please! I need squad Four." She muttered, a grin appeared, "I've got a job for them, they need to fetch me some bait…" she smirked.

"Oooh, bait." Sane said grinning, he and her turned at opposite hallways.

"Alright Edward Elric, you owe me a favor." Sheila said taking down her hair, long locks whipped and hissed, "Cool it." She muttered to them entering the room. Looking at the pale figure pinned by her red circles and Oroborous, she let a nice smile appear, "Hello Lust, my name is Sheila, and I'm going to ask you a few questions." Her locks of hair rose and devilish smile crossed her face, "Any objections?"

xD Recka, yes! Now you know a bit more about Recka!