Scott Stiker

[Scott Striker]

The Basics Name: Scott Striker Alias: The Lightning Alchemist Age: 28 Gender: Male Height: 6'0 Weight: 184 lbs. Hair: Blond Eyes: Blue Rank: Lieutenant Colonel, State Alchemist Appearance At six foot even, Scott has an athletic physique that he keeps in shape with regular jogs. An angular jaw, thin lips, straight nose and deep-set, light blue eyes are framed by long, straight blonde hair that falls just past his broad shoulders, and is kept pulled back when in uniform. Scott has several white scars that run across his arms, chest, back, and stomach, but they are almost invisible against his pale skin. Scott almost always wears his white State Alchemy gloves, even when in his civilian clothes. This prevents him from accidentally triggering an alchemic reaction with anything he touches. Personality Scott is very laid back and carefree, when off duty that is. When in uniform, Scott likes to keep things professional. Though, whether on duty or not, Scott is very charismatic and friendly. Usually seen with a smile or a grin on his face, Scott has a certain charm that makes others feel at ease when around him. He avoids conflict when at all possible in the hopes of resolving issues diplomatically, but when fighting is the only option left, he is quick and proficient. When called upon, Scott is able to display excellent leadership skills, but he shies away from the responsibility unless it is absolutely necessary. History Scott was born on October 6, 1884 to James and Samantha Striker in the small town of Youswell. His father was the town electrician and worked closely with the local mining operation but before Scott turned two, his father decided to move the family to Central for a job that had better wages and a much safer work environment. When Scott was five, his father, who was now the plant manager, took Scott to where he worked in the hopes that one day his son would take over the family business. What his father couldn’t have predicted is that one that day, Scott would begin his lifelong fascination with electricity. Scott began going to work with his father more and more frequently as weeks passed by, and by the time Scott was ten, he knew the inner workings of the plant better than most of the technicians. Another thing Scott’s father didn’t know was that Scott’s desire to learn more about the science of electricity had led him to Alchemy. One of the workers at the plant had a brother that worked as a State Alchemist, and under the false information that Scott had gained permission from his father, introduced the two. The Alchemist loaned Scott his own personal books, and though the books only covered the basics of Alchemy, Scott devoured them all in months. At the age of twelve, Scott convinced his befriended Alchemist to loan him books that were more specified and held a greater focus on heat and air compression as well as none alchemic books dealing with electrical impulses in the body, and of course, any book that dealt with experimentations concerning lightning and electricity. The limited amount of resources that covered the subject frustrated Scott and drove him to begin broadening his search for information. At the age of 14, Scott began traveling across the country, gathering tidbits of information from dozens of sources and two years later, he begin his own experimentation with electricity. It took four, long years and dozens of failed attempts that resulting in numerous scars and trips to the hospital, but Scott was finally able to use an array to create ball lightning. Scott returned to Central and only three months after passing the State Alchemy Exam, Scott and the other State Alchemists were ordered to quell the Ishbal Rebellion. At the age of twenty, Scott was the youngest of the Alchemists sent to war. It was during the war that Scott had the arrays tattooed onto the tips of his fingers. He had quickly learned that he needed a better way to control the amount of power Marco’s ring gave him, and it was Kimblee who had provided him with the answer. After the war, Scott was stationed at the Southern Headquarters were he continued serving the military and at the age of 25 was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Alchemy Scott has the same array tattooed onto the tips of all ten fingers. This allows him to manipulate the protons and electrons in the materials he touches and use his own bioelectricity to create static electricity that he can then amplify into large currents of electricity, and with the right conductors and power supply, full blown lightning. Because the array is tattooed onto each finger tip, Scott is not only able to draw more static electricity from objects but his is able to focus that electricity into a ball form that can that can then be discharged as a bolt in the direction of his choosing. Because Scott’s alchemy deals with such raw energy, he has to be very precise with the amount of electricity his generates. If the current becomes to great for him to contain, it will jump to the nearest conduit which would be Scott himself causing severe damage, and if the current ran through his heart it would kill him. Pictures By me: WIP Roleplay Example Scott sat looking out the window, watched the green countryside pass by as the train rattled down the tracks, its long line of yellow box cars slightly swaying in the wind. His long blonde hair hung down over his face and almost reached his shoulders. He kept it in a ponytail when in uniform, but today he wasn’t on duty. He wore a navy blue, button-up shirt, long black slacks held up with a black belt, and black dress shoes. Feeling his legs starting to get stiff, Scott stood and began walking down the isle to give them a stretch. The trip from Lior to Central was a long one. Scott decided that an early lunch might help to pass the time, and if not, it would at least satisfy his stomach. So, he began heading for the dining car. A girl in a light blue State Alchemist jacket, with her oddly low rank on its collar and cuffs, sat in the dining car, two heavy looking black metal cases resting in the bench next to her. It was hard to gauge her height while she was sitting, but her hair was military; cut short except for a longer bang in the front that covered most of the left side of her face. She was young, but not overly so, perhaps late teens to early twenties. She was drinking a cup of coffee slowly, her pale skin and green eyes contrasting her dark hair. She had thin lips, a slight build, and very sharp facial features. She was ordinary in looks and appeal to most people and often described as a “five-outta-ten.” This was mostly due to her hatred of makeup and general apathy to her appearance, as was noticed by the rumpled state of her jacket. Her eyes where open but glazed over as if she were deep in thought, and she made no notice of the blonde haired man that entered the car, Thin, white-dress, parade gloves covered her hands, but they lacked the alchemic circle that was ever so popular these days. As Scott entered the dinning car, he immediately noticed the girl sitting at one of the tables, though, had it not been for her uniform, his glance would have passed right over her. He was surprised to see another state alchemist riding on the train, but he found it even stranger that he had never seen her before. He could tell by the insignia on her shoulder that she was a second lieutenant, another oddity. State Alchemists were immediately given the rank of Major once they passed the exam. Scott noticed the black cases next to her and couldn’t help but wonder what was in them. With a small smile, Scott sat at the table directly across the isle from her and opened one of the menus. When the waitress came by, Scott ordered a coffee and sandwich. As he waited for the order, Scott took quick glances over at the girl trying to remember her. He thought he knew all of the State Alchemists. She coughed slightly and her eyes focused on him. She kept coughing for about a minute, her hand slipping into her pocket and removing a white cotton cloth to cover her mouth. She stopped coughing and returned the cloth to her pocket in a practiced motion. "Lt. Col. Scott Striker: The Lightning Alchemist. Off duty or I would salute, Sir," she said, calmly recognizing him. Reading his gaze in a moment, she laughed. "I just passed the test Sir, not a month ago. I’m being called The Arsenal Alchemist. And, the coffee sucks here, Sir." She sighed and set her cup down looking at the blond haired General to be. What a game we play, she thought as she flexed the fingers of her right hand; the one formally holding the teacup. About Yourself Name: Luke Gender: Male RP Experience: 6 years Activity: Daily

[AkidaSoren]

Very nice, definitely Accepted