Red Mercer

[Red Mercer]

FULL NAME; Red Mercer
NICKNAME(S); Scream
AGE; 21
NATIONALITY; Half Ishvalan, half Amestrian
OCCUPATION; Mercenary 
MILITARY RANK; N/A

ALCHEMIST?; Yes
CHIMERA?; No
ABILITIES/TECHNIQUES; 

Red's abilities are as follows
-- Deconstruction Transmutation Array tattoed on his right arm.
-- An EXTREMELY unfinished reconstruction tattoo on his other arm.
-- Studies all forms of Alchemy and is versed in most of them.
-- Doesn't have much strength, but is very, very fast. For his size, he has a small amount of upper body strength.
-- Good with knives, carries them around.
-- Not an ability, but I just wanted to say he has a fear of guns. He has promised himself to never use them.

HAIR; messy, white
EYES; red
HEIGHT/WEIGHT; 5'9", 135lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES; tattoos riddling his entire body
BASIC DESCRIPTION; 

Red stands at about 5'9", 130 pounds. He has a smaller to medium size build, with just a small amount of muscle definition. He keeps his hair messy, and tends to not style it in any way. His eyes are a dark crimson, which gives him a sort of demonic look. It is even said that his eyes can glow in the dark, which they don't. More or less just the light gleaming off his eyes allows for a more demonic look at night.

Red likes to wear striped black and white clothing. Similar to that of a prison-inmate. He likes to wear jackets, even if it isn't necessarily the weather to do so. He sports a white jacket with fur adorned on the hood. He also is seen wearing a black one in similar fashion. Mainly with his pants, he wears pretty average clothing. His shoes are mainly for running and speed.

POSITIVE TRAITS; 

• Analytic
• Adaptable
• Brave
• Determined
• Intelligent

NEGATIVE TRAITS;

• Aggressive
• Arrogant
• Cunning
• Cynical
• Dishonest

PERSONALITY OVERVIEW; 

Red can and will be the epitome of evil. There are times when he has a heart, yes. As every bad man in existence has cared for something, be it their ideals, or their family. Red doesn't care for the latter at all. Nor does he care much for friends, he was betrayed as a child so it became second nature. He tends to hate other human beings, only allowing himself to care for animals. Though this only applies to friendly domestic animals. Such as dogs, kittens, etc.

Red is cold toward others, he demands respect, and doesn't allow most people to even speak their opinion. There are times where he can be friendly, and times where he WILL be friendly. Though these times are only for a certain reason, he can be quite deceptive and cunning. If he's being nice to you, he's just trying to use you. Red also has a small fear of guns. He's fine being around them, but hearing them fire can actually send him into a depression.

PARENTS; Alex Mercer, Mary Mercer (both deceased)
SIBLINGS; (I want to leave this open and unnamed for RP reasons, I will be vague about his siblings in history as well.)
OTHER RELATIVES; Jessica Belmont (Aunt)
BASIC HISTORY; With the Ishvalan war, and the Amestrian government in turmoil, both his parents had died in the war. Not only had they died, but they were slaughtered directly in front of him. Protestors of Amestrians. They had killed many of them that lived near the Ishvalan population. Red and his family lived near where the warzone had been, and late at night Red was woken up and shoved into the cellar. All he heard from outside the cellar was yelling. He peeked out of the cellar to see his father standing in front of a door that led to their room. His mother was nowhere in sight. The man in front of him yelling at him was Ishvalan, and there was a few more off to the right of him.

They had forced their way into his home, and all he could hear was "Give us the woman." Red was too scared to look any more, but moments later, something terrible happened. He heard a gunshot, some wrestling and then more gunshots before he heard a door sling open. He peeked out the cracks of the cellar doors and saw the men storm into his parents room, his father now on the ground a pool of blood seeping from him. His eyes widened as he saw his mother, she was running. She tripped over his dead father, and she screamed, blood now riddling her body. The men stood in the doorway now, pointing the gun at her and... Red shut his eyes, the gunshot reverberating from his entire being.

It seemed like hours he was there alone in the cellar, everything was silent. He had been unable to cry, he had seen the war and what was going on but he never thought it would reach his home. When it did, it took his family away from him. He finally got the courage to leave the cellar. Nothing was the same after that, nothing. Red had sat next to his parents bodies before finally someone had came over a few days later. All they saw was Red, blood stained his parents blood all over his hands, and he was just staring down at their dead bodies. He was sent to a neutral zone where his Aunt who was of Amestrian descent stayed.

Red became cold and heartless after that, a child having to go through that? No, that shouldn't have to haven happened. He was really young, not understanding much of the concept of death, but he knew his parents would never come back. They would no longer love him, they would no longer care of his existence.

Then someone entered his life. A girl, a young girl just like him. After the war had finally ceased, they had met. She was like him, half and half. He never really liked her, but as they went to school together she began to attach herself to him. She opened him up, he became kinder toward her. He grew fond of someone once more.

Only for it to be stripped away from him once again, she just stopped showing up to play with him. She also stopped loving him, she stopped caring about his existence. She was the same as those people. She took away something from him, she was pure evil to him after that. Ever since then he had studied alchemy. He knew of her learning it, and she had showed him as a child some alchemy. So he wanted to study it, he had heard that it was possible to re obtain his parents.

Luckily, Red got into an Alchemic cult of sorts. Deep and underground studies and researches. Red was taught about the Philosopher's Stone and what it could do. He became absorbed in that, he studied it. For a whole ten years he dedicated his life to alchemy. And finally he had perfected what Scar's brother had. The Grand Arcanum. He only knew of it's concept, but deciphering old pictures of Scar and how his tattoo had been shaped he was able to reproduce it just as he had.

Red circled the globe looking for a way to re obtain what he had lost, looking for something out there to make him feel loved again. He was done being alone, if he had to be alone, why should others also be happy? To make money he had became a mercenary, taking jobs of any like. They began to call him scream, as he had even helped out military personnel and killed terrorists even. All that could be heard was their screams, so it had became what they call him when he needs a job. Some places even have him as wanted, so he knows how to avoid those places. Mercenaries are usually frowned upon.

ALIAS; RED
OTHER; I love Alicia. =O
RP EXAMPLE; 

She fell out, and amusingly tried to pretend she hadn't been found. Red smiled down at her, cocking his head to the side. The sight of her like this was very amusing. Blinking, he grasped his head gently and began to chuckle. "You're so ad--" a spark flew from her head. A spark. The chuckle stopped, and he just began staring at her as a small surge of emotions run through his entire body. How? he asked himself, taking a step back. She's...

"Biri-Biri..." looking away from her now, he turned. He couldn't look at her anymore. There was nothing but anger boiled inside of him. Most of his skin had turned red, and steam was emitting from all of his pores. It was her, Makoto. She was different, he was different. Everything was as it used to be. She had stopped hanging around him, she changed. She left him, she left him all alone. His eyes locked with the door, as he made sure to not make eye contact.


She has forgotten me as well, why even bother speaking to her?"Oi, Biri-Biri! I can't find you, you're hiding too well. What's the point of this game if I'm always it!?" This time the memories were clearer. He used to play with her. She was different back then, both of them were. Then one day, she just changed. She stopped talking to him, she stopped looking at him. Why did she change? Was it this organization? It didn't matter, it was her choice to forget him, just as it was his to walk away.

Red found no further use in trying to get an apology, or for even talking to her at all. There was no need. The attitude he gave off had completely and entirely changed, just as his foot steps hit against the floor differently as he walked back toward the entrance to the lab.

[Lieutenant Yoki]