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Envious.
It was true; she always had been envious, unbeknownst to the others around her. She had hid it well, always appearing so calm and indifferent as her superior took yet another girl out on a date. But inside she had been cursing every one of those pretty doll-faced airheads.
Why did he fail to see that she was the one who watched and protected him? She was the one who had always stood beside him, and yet, he never seemed to notice her. It was almost as if she was invisible, unworthy of his time because she refused to simply be cheap entertainment.
She supposed she should be grateful to the man, for creating her. Yet the memories of a previous life, when she had been helplessly in love, took control. She hated him, absolutely hated him. She hated his dark hair, and his onyx eyes. She hated everything about him.
It was for this reason she had smiled, yes smiled, as he fell before her. Dead instantly due to the bullet in his heart from the gun her arm had so conveniently transformed into. The oroborous on her upper thigh had pained her for a moment as her creator had breathed his last. But then she was gone without a trace.
Without remorse.
Without regret.
Envy
How fitting it was the name Riza Hawkeye now took.
-S-I-N-F-U-L-
So Riza is Envy. I always thought she was secretly envious of Mustang's other dates, so I thought this was fitting. Anyway, her oroborous is on her upper thigh and she has the ability to transform her arms into guns of different types. Wrath is up next.