Alexander Elric (Arekusadaa Erurikku)

Name: Alexander Alphonse Elric
State Name: Toeblade Alchemist
Alias/Nickname: Toeblade, Monkey feet/Al, Alex

Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Amestrian/Homunculi
DOB: February 8, 1995
Birthplace: Dublith
Current Location: Central City
Blood Type: AB+

Height: 153cm
Weight: 53.7kg
Eye color: Golden
Hair color: Sandy brown
Hair Style: Layered; Top two layers reach neck, bottom layer goes just past the midpoint on his back and his tied at the nap of his neck
Clothing: Long white gloves, black t-shirt and blue jeans with white sneakers.
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Pet Breed: Dog
Pet gender: Male
Pet name: Bark
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Personality: Calm, cocky, shyish towards complete strangers, Gets really pissy when you call him a girl, can be serious when he wants to be, is feminine sometimes, has shitty luck, intelligent
Likes: Braiding hair; Sketching; Orange Juice; Alchemy; Automail
Dislikes: Cats; syringes; milk; spiders; food/water/other things required to live; milk; disguising himself as a woman
Dark Secret: Is a homunculus
Deepest Fear: Losing the ability to do alchemy
Idol: Rose Carter, his mother
Closest Friend: Unknown
Rival: Doctors who try to give him injections

Skills: Aging (This counts as he's a homunculus), Advanced agility and speed, knows Martial Arts, can preform Alchemy (His legs are human, so like Wrath, he can preform Alchemy with them)
Weapons: His Alchemy
Transportation: Walking

Family: Rose Carter (Mother; Deceased); Marque Elric (Father; Deceased); Chamille Elric (Sister; Alive, whereabouts: Dublith)
Family History:
Every generation has a prodigy child is the known story is the known story of the Elric line. The most well known of the Elric heritage was Edward Elric of the early 1900s, he was Alexander's great grandfather's older brother and history says he was quite the dwarf.
Well, after the famed 'Elric Brothers' there were Alphonse's children, Lyra and Trisha, where Trisha turned out to become known the voice of Amestris of that time, while Lyra became a state Alchemist like her uncle and died at the rank of Lt. Colonel, but she birthed a son, Marque, just before death and he became a wonderful medical alchemist and an expert on Xingese culture, becoming Dublith's pride and joy. Alexander, his youngest son, became a Colonel at the age of 14, being listed as the youngest one yet. The Elrics were sure known as the prodigy group...
Physical History:
The large scar over his shoulder was from a fight in Xing with a skilled martial artist, and that man's blade literally hacked about ten centimeters down into his shoulder, thus after it healed, giving him that massive scar that outlines where was cut.
The scar-like marks around the connection ares for his automail are from the surgery where he had them put in place, as the automail mechanic who put his first set on was new to it and kept scarrinf around the edges with his shaky hands.
The reason his legs are actually his sister's are because after the human transmutation on his dead body, his resurrected from had no legs nor his right hand and left arm from elbow down, and since both of his parents died in the transmutation, his sister preformed a second transmutation where she gave up her own legs and attached them to her brother. She uses Automail legs now.
History:
Born in Dublith as the son of an alchemist and automail mechanic, Alexander was always quite the reactive boy when Automail came to his attention. He loved the metal stuff! So, ever since he was just a six-year-old child, he'd been experimenting with automail as his number-one hobby. At age seven, his father showed up for the first time in six years to announce that he'd returned from the eastern war alive, and that he was terribly sorry that he was gone so long. Unfortunately for Marque Elric, though, his son Alexander had already formed a great hate against the man and everything he did. That was, until he saw his father preform alchemy to fix one of his favourite books that had been torn by his older sister. He started practicing Alchemy on the side since then, reading on it and thouroughly researching it while all the while improving his automail skills.
At age 9, the boy was a given genius! He was making automail good enough for animals that lacked a limb and the metal functioned properly, only the joints weren't always perfect. His alchemy was also coming along, as he's managed to make a toy horse from a few blocks of wood that were going to be used for firewood, with some wood to spare. He was a prodigy. People always came down to Dublith just to meet the boy and have him interact with their children. They seemed to love him as he was known as the next Elric prodigy. It seemed to run in the family lineage, people always said. Then again... it also seemed that a terrible illness seemed to run in the family as well, the same that killed Trisha Elric, this time it had infected young Alexander as well.
It was a week before his birthday when Alexander died from the illness, and everyone was devistated, so in an act of despiration, Marque taught his wife and daughter alchemy in order for the two adults to try and bring their son back to life, having Chamille there as a last resort if they should fail. Rose and Marque died as a result, but after the transmutation happened, and Chamille lay shocked in the corner, Alexander breathed again. It was a relief until he began to scream in pain. There was Alexander Elric, the next Elric prodigy, missing two complete limbs and having only part of his arms left. In desperation, knowing it was her only change to heal her brother, sacrificed her legs in a second transmutation and attached them to her little brother, but she didn't have the energy left to attach her own hands and part of her left arm to her brother. After this Alexander and Chamille underwent strong automail surgery from their Uncle, Brian, and both were attached with Automail limbs. Alexander disappeared soon after from Dublith and was missing for a few years after that.
Three years later, Alexander Elric, now aged twelve, showed up in Central and passed the state alchemist exam. He then managed to get himself promoted to Colonel from the past two years of hard work in serving the military. He now has a desk job and is station in Central, and as boring as it is, he deals with it. After all, he's the Toeblade Alchemist, the only known Alchemist with the ability to transmute and control alchemy completely with their feet.
RP Sample:
The wind blew lightly against his pale face as he stood on the roof of the central command building. Here he was, the only homunculus with a soul, the ability to fuse his body with anything and the ability to age, and he was just standing there and watching the cars pass by on the streets far below. Central was such a large place, and the command building was fifteen stories high, so even though he'd regenerate, he really didn't want word to get out he was a homunculus. He heard that that cruel organisation was still going on underground where each homunculus were taken over by the power of those red stone things and became evil. He was anything but that.
'Don't get hypocritical, Alex, just remember who ditched his sister at a time of need, genius...' He mentally scolded himself as he crouched down and leaned over the edge a bit, 'Sometimes I wonder if I really do have a soul... there's no guarantee as this mark on my chest states otherwise...'
He scowled at himself as he stood back up and turned to see his most trust friend calmly walking over towards him.
"I know, I know, 'don't go brooding again', right?" Alexander asked in a deep, yet boyish voice as the man turned to look up to his comrad, who happened to be about half a meter taller then him and smiled softly.
The silver-haired male about him just nodded nonchalently before sitting down next to him and complaining about how boring it was having a desk job and how he wishes he was back out on the field with his comrads fighting again. He then made another remark about how bored he was before ruffling Alex's hair and smirked down at the younger boy, who was sitting next to him. It was weird, because Alex was his older and taller man's superior by two ranks. It sure pays to be a 14-year-old Colonel.
That's when his goal popped to mind as he flexed his hands lightly, their wheezing hitting his ears softly as he hummed lightly to himself. His goal was to one day get the power to return his sister's legs (he was unaware that he literally uses them all of the time) so she could walk like a human again... Plus he wouldn't mind becoming Fuhrer in the meantime. Then again he was, quote-unquote, "Too young to even be a colonel, why would he ever be the fuhrer at that age?". Stupid age-intolerant bastards...