Human: Subject to, or indicative, of the weaknesses, imperfections, and fragility associated with humans; a member of the homo sapiens or mankind.

Humans have wandered around this planet for as long as we can recall. Living our lives day in and day out just trying to manage and get by till it is our time to go (die?). Humans strive to find meaning and purpose in this plane, maybe through good deeds or, for some, horrific acts. What humanity is not aware of though is that there is a type of super humans, aliens really trying to persuade us one way or another, which, according to certain rules, is most firmly forbidden. They are known as Homunculi. Most are evil and hate Humans and wish for nothing more than to destroy the Human race, some sadistically longing to destroy them one by one. They have human looks but are really another being entirely; they are a sin incarnated. Each one has special abilities and are equally devious. However, most are relatively harmless despite all that. That is...except the Elite Seven. They are immortal, for if one dies, another homunculus is chosen to replace them, gaining their abilities and inheriting their personalities. A certain way to tell a human and a homunculus apart is by the mark of an Ouroborous.

AIB Case Files

Lust: Normally appears as a voluptuous raven-haired harlot who will deceive men to get what she wants. Highly intelligent and manipulative, Lust is known to lure unsuspecting victims to their unknown boss who is known only as Father to use as he sees fit and then dispose of their bodies soon after. Her black gloved fingers are able to extend to long lengths and become sharp and knife-like, commonly used as a spear and can impale any being to their untimely death. Ouroborous tattoo is located, ironically enough, right between her breasts.

Gluttony: Currently a bulbous and overly chubby bald man with a rather simple child-like mind. He can consume any matter regardless of size. His mouth can expand and consume things as large as a house. His new incarnation, although entirely devoted and loyal to his "siblings", seems to show no true disdain for humans. He will, however, do whatever his siblings tell him. He is most commonly seen with Lust. Approach with extreme caution, especially when he is in an blind rage or feeding frenzy. Ouroborous is on his tongue.

Wrath: Middle aged looking man with an eye patch covering up his Ouroborous tattoo, which is on his left eye in place of iris or pupil. Is known to be a master swordsman and strategist. Despite haggard looks is still one of the youngest. Also, contrary to his name, is one of the calmest of the Elite Sins. He is known to do odd end things even give gifts to the enemy. Not to be trusted due to his position as leader of one of the most powerful countries, Japan.

Sloth: Form unknown, as is tattoo location. No known pattern of body style used.

Pride: Prefers to inhabit brilliant, young, good looking boys. Currently suspected to inhabit a rich young boy named Selim or one of the street thieving Elric brothers. Abilities unknown. Ouroborous location unknown. Personality: clearly takes his name seriously and is known to think to highly of himself. Overall a mysterious sin or perhaps more clever in hiding in the shadows.

Greed: AWOL from Elite Sins, is potential ally for the AIB. Is considered a traitor to the Elite 7. Rarely goes by his sin name, rather by the reincarnated sins real name, Ling. Has bulletproof skin seemingly impenetrable. Doesn't take anything seriously. Not considered a threat. Ouroborous located on left hand. Special reward to whoever can locate and capture him for reinforcement and leverage. Reward also available for any information leading to capture or coercion.

Envy: A genderless Sin with uncertain motives or whose side he is really on. Able to take the form of anyone he commits to memory. However, the one form he/she prefers is a teen of no discernible gender with long black (almost green) wispy hair and semi-muscular build (see picture for reference). Considered very dangerous and sadistic. Has extreme disdain for humans and yet only tolerates his own kind. More of a loner.

It is the duty of the Alchemist in Black (underground secret organization to the protection of humanity from the sins and other non-human creatures) to infiltrate and contain or destroy all sins in order to take down Their leader (father) down therefore ensuring the safety of the Human race.

Note: No, repeat no, AIB agent can let humanity know of our presence. It is vital to not only the world but the agency that we stay hidden and secret.

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Roy put the file down on his desk on top of the pile of paperwork he had yet to read and sign and yawned lazily. He sighed as he picked up the files containing information on the boy, Selim, and on the Elric brothers. Could one of them really be Pride? Who knew... He only knew that the task of researching and finding the Sin Pride had unfortunately fallen on him. It was believed that, since Pride was only recently just reborn, he would easily be impressionable and pliant. If they could find him now, before the Sins found him and convince him otherwise, then they could bring him onto their side and make taking Father down so much easier.

It was, after all, all about pitting foes and colleagues against each other in a way that would prove favourable for The Alchemists In Black. It was all so boring and political in Roy's opinion. If he had a choice he wouldn't even be working for these idiots but... he had blackmail put against him...black mail that could put him in prison or worse; to death. Now three years working here he found he had another reason to continue working here... power and lots of it. If he worked here long enough he could eventually get promoted to a position where blackmail and force wouldn't even work on him. No, someday he was going to be the one controlling them not the other way around. He was so close to another promotion too… If he could just succeed in this new Pride investigation, then he would surely get one. After all, how tough could it be to investigate an eight year old, a fourteen year old, and a fifteen year old? This mission was going to be as easy as pie. His promotion, though, would taste ten times sweeter.

Selim looked disdainfully at the children playing around him. How could anyone play such trivial games such as tag or kick ball? Two boys came over giggling and asked him to play. He shook his head firmly before he looked back down at the book he was holding. "I'd rather not but thanks anyway." he said stiffly. "Fools." he muttered to himself as the two disappointed kids hurried away back to their game.

If he wanted to he could just as easily beat them all to a pulp, but why bother? They weren't worth his time. He was too full of Pride after all.

Two golden haired boys hurried determinedly down the streets and into an ally as they tried to avoid the police who were after them. They were able to effortlessly blend into the shadows of the alleyway in clear day light and the policemen ran right past them and into another alleyway. Once they were sure that they were gone the two boys smiled triumphantly at each other. Once again they had eluded these foolish French policemen. France, as it turned out, was becoming an ideal hotspot to get merchandise, stolen merchandise that is. They had only been in Paris for two weeks and yet they had already managed to steal over fifty-thousand pounds worth of artefacts and jewellery. They were doing much better here than they were in America. Not that it mattered where they were, they were the best of the best, no thieves were better than them. The world was full of fools who knew nothing of their true identities. They were known worldwide as the Shadow Thieves.

It amused them both that they were described as adult men. If only the world knew that they were all being duped by two teenagers, teens no older than fifteen. Today, however, they had, in broad daylight, tried stealing food at a local market place. They had succeeded, of course, but two police men had spotted the long haired teen when he got greedy and tried to grab some extra éclairs.

The golden braided haired teen grinned mischievously as he handed the taller haired teen an éclair. "For you, Alphonse." The shorter, braided boy said almost reverently. The taller boy only shook his head as he took it from his brother. "Edward... I know éclairs are good but did you really have to push your luck?" Alphonse asked wryly.

Edward leaned against the brick wall behind him and seemed to contemplate his brother's question for a moment before he turned to smile up at his taller but younger brother. "Yes... yes I did." He smirked conceitedly.

"To think that people wonder who is older." Alphonse mocked just as conceitedly.

"Ten months is hardly that much apart." Edward said indifferently as he stuffed his face with another éclair. "Hey Al, I have an idea, let's steal the Mona Lisa. Tomorrow." He said eagerly with a disturbingly cherubic smile.

Edward, despite being a boy, had an awfully feminine and slender body. His lithe and small frame only helped to accentuate it further. His long golden hair didn't help it either. He however didn't complain nor really comment on his somewhat girly looks. What he hated, however, was when people commented on his size. It hurt his pride immensely. The one thing most noticed right away though was neither his size nor his perfect beauty, rather his strangely golden eyes, Eyes that seemed to read your heart, your mind, maybe your very soul, eyes that seemed to reflect whatever he was feeling at the moment.

Alphonse was at least five inches taller than his brother, but his much darker golden hair was cut short in more boyish manner, going just past his ears. Although not a very muscular person, he still had a decent five pack and was graced with boyish good looks that were filled with knowledge and kindness, complete with a warm smile that could win just about anyone over. His dark amber eyes had an ever watchful glint to them. However, they seemed to constantly be glancing over at his brother with a firmly protective and possessive glint to them.

The two loved each other in more ways than one could care to describe. Either would do anything for the other. Alphonse in particular was nearly wrapped around Ed's finger. If he wanted to steal the Mona Lisa then, by all the gods, they were going to steal it.

They stole for numerous reasons, to get money; to keep them alive and somewhat content. They also stole for a hobby... for fun, and also, more importantly, simply because they could. If they found out someone was going to steal say, The British Crown Jewels or the rare Blue Carbuncle, well, then they would beat said person to it and steal it ten times better than the other would. Why? Because they were the best obviously, no one could do anything better than them.

One thing they had going for them besides their obvious talent and superiority was that they had special abilities that most seemingly didn't have. They could do things that were unusual, mold things and make them explode with just a clap of the hand. They could blend into the shadows and become invisible to the others around them. They were both also, on top of all that, highly resourceful and intelligent. The way they saw it, no one was more fit for thievery and spying than them.

Prideful? Why yes it was..all their purposes were... they were Pride in the flesh, in more ways than they were ever proud to admit. They were more ashamed really...

Roy sighed as he and his girlfriend Riza boarded the ship heading straight for Paris. He had decided to have his man Havoc look into Selim while he searched for the two brats in Paris. His girlfriend, Riza, who was also his right hand woman, had insisted and ordered that she was coming along. Roy was an irresponsible and misguided man. Without her, who knows if he would even eat? Besides, there were an awful lot of slutty women in Paris… She needed to keep a tight leash on her man.

"Just think Riza; we're going to Paris! We are going to have to go to the art museum and see the Eiffel tower," Roy said thoughtfully.

"Sir, may I remind you that we are on a important mission," Riza reminded him disapprovingly.

"Eh, true, but really do we have to look for them right away?" Roy asked pleadingly. He really didn't feel like spending the whole time working. He had to get some fun in.

"Well fine, but only because I want to go see the Mona Lisa." Riza gave in reluctantly. She, however, was not going to let him relax the whole time. No, they were going to focus on the job at hand as well. Her Roy could not afford to fail.