Sergeant Major Suta Onawa

[Suta Onawa [Bleh.....]]

FULL NAME; Suta Onawa


NICKNAME(S); Bitch with a Hammer, Ms. Owana


AGE; 35


NATIONALITY; Amestrian


OCCUPATION; N/A


MILITARY RANK; Sergeant Major

ALCHEMIST?; Yes


CHIMERA?; No


ABILITIES/TECHNIQUES; Ms. Onawa is very skilled in keeping her trusty sludge hammer as a weapon in battle. No matter what she is against, she will use the hammer in her signature moves. She's not very skilled in alchemy but tries her best at it. 

HAIR; Her hair is not pure white like snow or bleach but it is passed the bleach blonde color. She wears her hair short, since she is in the military, plus she finds it attractive on other woman like herself. 


EYES; Ms. Onawa's eyes are unique, they are miss-matched and are highly saturated. Her right eye is blue and her left eye is green, making them her most recognized trade-mark.


HEIGHT/WEIGHT; 5 ft, 125 pounds. 


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES; Eyes


BASIC DESCRIPTION; This woman is at the average height of her age, in her mid thirties. She's a young looking figure, expected to be around 25 or so but in reality and truth, she shows her age. Her white hair is a style she agrees with very much. She believes that being white would match her pale skin. Leaving out the fact she is pale, white, and skinny. Her facial description is a bit odd, she looks a bit sickly, or drunk in some cases. But naturally, she is just tired from her restless sleep. She has a very round facial structure, emphasizing her young prediction. The woman may not look like she has any muscle mass, but when her MPD takes hold of her reality, no one should stand in her rage. With her hammer at her side, those muscles show very well. Almost scary well. There isn't much to tell about her eyes besides the fact that one is blue and one is green. 

POSITIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)

• Kind at some times.
• Keep in touch with old friends
• Is sympathetic
• Treats others the way she wants to be treated
• Has a leadership style

NEGATIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)

• Having an ego
• Taking things the wrong way
• Paranoid
• Dislikes people
• Always wants to fight

PERSONALITY OVERVIEW; Personality is the most different thing that any human will encounter. Diagnosed with MPD (Multi Personality Order) she is torn apart from her other side. The other side is Ms. Owana's horrible side. No one she has known ever knows the real side of Ms. Owana, beside thinking the original side of Ms. Owana is her. The original side of Ms. Owana is sweet, caring, mother like, and very sympathetic. But when it comes to business that involves life depending situations or one of her own close and trusting people, she will never give up to what is right, even if she is wrong.

The other side of Ms. Owana, alternate side should be more specific, is horrid in mine twisting ways. She is mostly called a widow, taking in by the horniest men and kills them in the end, by her or someone else. She can easily twist a man's and or a women's mined onto themselves if they do not hold a grudge on her. She will kill for only fun, she does NOT follow the rules and will never change her own mind. Only one would ever make her turn on herself, but she will easily snap and break the reality. It's sad when she does not feel any pain because she tolerates it. Blood thirsty and evil. Alternate Suta will come out of know where, but can be detected if the other Ms. Owana, the good one, strikes a whole in her own reality and goes ballistic. Or also, strikes emotion. The Alternate Ms. Owana is one to watch out for, she will make you doubt on Ms. Owana and can easily play Suta herself. She is not one to settle with at any cause, she will turn on anyone she knows or does not know.

PARENTS; Namira Owana, Haki Onawa


SIBLINGS; Jacky Owana, Miku Onawa


OTHER RELATIVES; N/A


SPOUSE; N/A


CHILDREN; N/A


BASIC HISTORY; At such a young age, she was forbidden to go near any child. For she was ridden with a 'demon' that Christ implanted on her. She was left alone by her sibling, they would not dare come near her. She had an issue, an issue that can not be treated or be identified. But most call it MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder). She was born with it, could not help but watch them stick needles into her without a choice nor decision. She was a toy for scientists to figure, "Why is she so aggressive but so sweet?"  Considering the loving child will never hurt a fly, but would hurt a full grown human with pleasure. The young girl needed a change. She was exhausted from the constant complaints about her MPD, the whining of the money loss because of her, or the discussions of what she has done again and again. It was a nagging desire, she had to leave.

So she pushed through the locked door and went through with a smile. She felt free when she asked to go into the military. "I don't care what you think of me! I want in now!" It impressed the un-impressed. Such a young child, not even the age of 13 wanting into the military. But she was denied. Rage struck through her like a bullet. Her aggression grew and the only think that could pop her bubble and release the pain and misery was Alchemy. Although, it was a routine for her, she never accomplished any spells or crafts. So she had to look for an alternative. Her father's shed. The one place where true weapons were. She tried the rake first. Beating the ground furiously to let out her anger. But it never did the trick. 

She moved to a hammer instead. Pulled it out of the moldy box in the back next to her bike she had before she crashed and broke her leg at the age of 8. She is 15 now, and needs heavier objects - like a hammer. She cherished the hammer as if it were to be her child or lost doll. It broke things she wanted to be broken, fixed things she wanted fixed physically, Hell she even sleeps with it. It became her best friend. A human figure that could go near her and not be afraid. She missed being touched when she was young. Her mothers hand soothing her head down her her spine. The relaxation of a best friend that would not make comments when she cried or got angry. She kept the hammer and brought it around her everywhere, even to the military. 

Ms. Owana did make it into the military. She was 18 when she was accepted. Though she was not allowed to take her hammer, she did anyways. She left it in the ground beneath her bunker and yelled her hands close to it. One day, she told the general that she wanted more time alone in fighting; he accepted with a smile. He found that she was a hard worker, kept her best and the top in every challenge he gave. Though he doubted her, she tried harder until she made it to a higher class. It was the happiest day of her life. From there on, she became encouraged, she learned to control her MPD and her urge of destruction. And then she became a leader at the age of 35. 

ALIAS; 雪 火災, but call me Suta. ;P


OTHER; Nurp


RP EXAMPLE; 

Honey, I'm home!

"742 East Wood Ave., this seems to be it.." She stops her red Sedan outside the large building. She looks at the house as if she were to be stepping into a psycho killer's. She takes in a deep breathe and pushes back her short white hair, currently gelled to perfection. She opens the picket fence, which was painted blue at the time. Emotions overwhelmed her as she stepped on each patio stone. It was a quaint cute house. A small feline sitting on the porch meowed and approached her with a tad of a smile. "Hey, baby." She scratches the feline's ears and head. She steps on the front porch. The wood creeks under the weight of her large boots. She looks down at the cat as it reach up her leg to get to her hand. Suta ignores it and looks at the door, nervous to knock. Before she realized that the feline was already digging it's claws into her pants and purring, the door swings open. "Ouch! Let go!" Suta screams and pries off the cat. She picks it up with an awkward smile as she looks at the person in the house.

"Suta! Mom! It's Suta!" One of her brothers yells as he engulfs her with a large hug. 

"What?! Suta is here? My baby!" Her mother comes running through the door and bear hugs her.

"Heh, hi, mom.." She smiles with a small tilt of her head. The cat begins to scream as everyone piles onto each other. Everyone laughs and lets go of each other. "Hey, where is Drew?" she says, being the last one to pull away with the feline. Her mother begins to cry and she walks to the kitchen. Her brother puts his hand on her shoulder and sighs, she could tell he was about to cry. "Did I miss something? What happened? Mom...." Her heart began to slowly fade into white crisp dust. What had happened when she was gone?  She is now curious, she walks over to the kitchen and hugs her mother. "Mom...what happened?" She turns around and her brother stands in front of her.

"I need you to sit down please....you might get angry..." His eyes began to water and tears fell down his eyes. 

"What happened to Drew? Where is he? Did he....die?" She looks at her mother and her mother nodded slowly. No...no not Drew. He was her companion. The only thing she loved the most besides her long lost family. Not Drew! She stands up immediately, knocking over the wooden coffee table. Everyone in the house but Suta jumps from the impact and sound. "I am going to leave to the backyard..." She goes outside of the door and throws down the cat on the front porch. It scatters to it's paws and runs into the house before the door slammed shut. She pulls open her back seat doors and gets her upgraded sludge hammer from the back. She then storms into the house and looks at her mom, "I hope you kept the targets in the back..." Her mother nods and Suta pushes open the back door, slamming it shut. 

To be continued...

[Lieutenant Yoki]