[AN: Well, here's another noob trying to figure out hoe to upload, tag and so on...oh well. I originally uploaded a couple of chapters on Wattpad, and yeah. The gist of it is an OC that is a little 'wrong in the head'. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood. :3]
The memory was hazy; all I could recall of that experience was blood, screaming and darkness.
That very object was what every alchemist - no, every being desired so dearly, and I sat there, grasping it in my shaky hands as if it were a treasure bestowed upon me by the Almighty himself; but no, it wasn't anything like that at all.
To acquire such item requires skill, precision, bravery and co-operation. I had three of those key ingredients to God's right hand, and I resourced them without haste - using them to achieve the fourth, which we unwillingly know as co-operation.
Why do I crave this object so dearly, you ask? Why not, is my response. The rule I follow is that if you are capable of acquiring something, no matter how absurd the idea may be, do it. Achieve it with ease; leap to the skies if you bestow the opportunity.
This, my friends, is the rule that has gotten me through both a lonesome adolescence - and of course, my State Alchemy exam.
This, is the coup de grâce of laws to follow.
Oh, I almost forgot to introduce name is Cassandra Francesca Donahue, daughter of Amelia Donahue, and sister of Theresa Christina Donahue.
Well, er...let's say ex-sister. An unfortunate event had occurred in the previous months that eases me not to discuss it with anyone, or even attempt to reminisce upon the subject.
An alchemy accident, is all that I'll tell you, alright?
Oh, and for future reference, I apologize if my descriptions of both myself and my peers appear rather vague - you see, I'm not really 'one' with the words for it. To put it in short, I'm never poetic about your appearance.
My hair is black, falling down my back. I appear fair-skinned, and my eyes (Or at least, what's left of them - but you'll get that later.) are of a dull, grey colour.
It's probably the only feature I envy of myself, since my sister had eyes of a lustrous sapphire blue, and those were always described as her best feature. Currently, I'm at the staggering age of 15 and three quarters, and I became a State Alchemist just five months ago - making me two years and four months older than Theresa. I like to wear mostly black for my public attire; if I can help it, my jet-black coat, with a white flamel on the back, a high-collared black shirt with all of the fancy-fussy lacy bits on the sleeves and the collars, with a belt and matching trousers.
Sometimes a skirt at respectful length if it's sunny, ignoring the fact that my milk-bottle complexion is a mite blinding to others when you happen to catch sight of my pasty legs. I don't like to expose myself to the sun that much, so I carry a parasol to accent the image.
Oh, and black boots.
Can't forget the boots, man.
I travel alone, after the disastrous, but successful, event that caused me to lose both the one I held my closest faith in and my left eye.
Never play with alchemy, kids - even if your proud name is the Phantom Alchemist, just stick to making dollies.
Anyway, enough about me, and I'll be seeing you at my birthday party.