accepting the challenge
Character: Helena Force [OC]
Summary: Everything with a chance to succeed of more than 13% was child's play to her.
Her official title was Silver Hands Alchemist.
Silver for the faint light that came with her 'untainted and harmless' transmutations and Hands because this was everything she needed to work. She was a healer, pure and innocent. Her hands were not stained with the blood of enemies. Her hands had only touched the wounds of her comrades, of the people she had saved with her ability.
The title her comrades had given her was different.
Miracle Alchemist.
This was even easier to understand. She was not intimidated by the odds her colleagues gave her. Even a probability of seventy-nine percent that a patient would die during the surgery failed to make her nervous. She was calm, her hands were always steady and they never trembled. They healed, pieced back together what had been ripped apart, leaving no trace behind. Her work left nothing but flawless skin behind, no scar and no blemish was witness of her prowess.
And because of her steady hands and her calm behaviour, she truly never lost a patient.
Some called her a witch because of her luck, others compared her to an angel.
She knew that she was a dangerous woman because the hands that healed with ease were also able to take the life they usually tried to preserve. She was no violent woman and this was good because her mind was far more dangerous than any other state alchemist's. She knew many things about antidotes, mixing them in her sleep to heal those in need. Hardly anyone made the connection that she – of course – also knew a lot about poisons then … even though this was nearly ridiculously obvious because only a supernatural being would be capable of healing an unknown problem.
But even though she knew her weakness and her strength better than anyone else, she never grew arrogant because she had seen where this would end. She was not the first state alchemist of her family – and also not the last. Her sisters took lives within the blink of an eye, being cursed with abilities that could only destroy and never heal and she kept fixing what they destroyed.
She did not hate them even though she hated her family. She hated the name and the expectation placed on them, on her – because this was the reason why her twin had been crying in a dark room the last time she had seen her. This had been the reason why her older sister marched over the battlefields, bringing destruction wherever she went and never turned back because this was her quest, her quest to surpass everyone.
She sighed and washed her hands neatly, removing the blood from the latest surgery and using soap until her hands smelled of health and hospital once more. She stared at her hands and sighed deeply. These were the hands of a person who had been given more power than she could take responsibility for – and yet, she was trying.