BRADLEY, selim

[Selim Bradley]

FULL NAME; Selim Bradley
NICKNAME(S); Pride
AGE; over three centuries -- appears around three
NATIONALITY; Amestrian
OCCUPATION; unemployed
MILITARY RANK; n/a

ALCHEMIST?; no
CHIMERA?; no
ABILITIES/TECHNIQUES;

Selim does have abilities; however, he doesn't remember that he has them. Regardless, here they are:
-- control of shadows
-- limited omnipresence
-- absorption of others' skills

HAIR; short, choppy, black
EYES; black (purple when/if Pride ever wakes up)
HEIGHT/WEIGHT; 2'06" / 30lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES; Selim sports the mark of the homunculus on his forehead.
BASIC DESCRIPTION;

Selim looks like your average three year old child. He stands at only two and a half feet, and his thin, scrawny frame weighs in at around thirty pounds. His skin is creamy, his hair black and cut short, and his eyes wide and black. Clothing tends to be somewhat baggy on him, but that's nothing a pin or belt can't fix. He generally wears a dress shirt and vest. During the warmer seasons, he can be found wearing shorts. When it's colder, he wears pants. He often runs around in the grass without his shoes and socks on before being scolded and told to put them back on.

POSITIVE TRAITS;

• innocent
• childish
• happy
• excitable
• caring

NEGATIVE TRAITS;

• naive
• overly curious
• easily distracted
• unaware
• unknown darkness

PERSONALITY OVERVIEW; 

This young boy seems like your ordinary child, the kind of child he was finally able to live as. He's sweet and innocent, and he's always willing to do what his mother asks him of. He loves to play outside and roll around in the grass. He has even taken on a fondness to animals and the injured, sometimes seen taking care of hurt birds and squirrels he finds while out on a make-believe adventure. He's curious almost to fault, chasing after even the slightest light. If it catches his attention, he'll chase after it. He loves trying to solve the mystery of things he doesn't understand, and he can often be found playing detective or something like that. Selim also has a fascination with alchemy and alchemists alike, yet he sometimes shies away from any who try to get too close to him. It's almost like a fear forming within him, yet he doesn't know the cause. He likes it and fears it at the same time.

Selim has two sides to the story; however, due to the events of mere years ago, the darkness within him is all but covered up. It's practically not even there anymore, yet everyone has darkness within their hearts. He's just a child, though, so let him have his fun in a world full of corruption. The haughty boy seen years ago shall never resurface under his mother's watchful eye, but not even she can watch him forever.

PARENTS; King Bradley/Wrath (adopted father, deceased), Mrs. Bradley (adopted mother)
SIBLINGS; n/a
OTHER RELATIVES; Father - deceased, Gluttony - deceased, Lust - deceased, Sloth - deceased, Envy - deceased, Greed - deceased, Wrath - deceased
SPOUSE; n/a
CHILDREN; n/a
BASIC HISTORY;

There are three long centuries of knowledge and memories that are lost to young Selim. He doesn't remember that he is a homunculus under the name of Pride. He doesn't remember Father, Wrath, or any of the others. He doesn't even remember the tragedies he faced, the battles, or anything like that. All he remembers is his 'mother'. He could care less if she was his real mother or not, as long as she provides the love and attention he needs. In fact, to him, she is his birth mother. It will be one big reality check when he figures out she isn't his biological mother.

Selim doesn't remember anything at all about his 'birth father' as his mother never told him about the man. Instead, he went on living a life with a single mother. The fetus, which was too fragile to possibly do anything, grew into that of a normal infant. Soon, he was a toddler, wide eyed and ready for the world. His mother taught him how to talk, walk, and even use a fork. The alphabet was a struggle to learn, yet he's already onto simple, large font books. He hasn't quite gotten the concept of sitting down at the table and eating, and he'll often times sit down, grab some food, get back up, and walk around the dining room. He's getting there, but he has a long way to go until his manners are up to par.

ALIAS; Gira
OTHER; Hi. ouo
RP EXAMPLE; I'm just going to be lazy and use a post from another site, okay?

she continued to flip through the magazine, dull eyes barely scanning over the contents. she was more or less just looking at the pictures for something that interested her. nothing. it was really just a few celebrities, nurse joy attending to some random cubone, and a few movies that were currently in the making. there was even one that was going to focus on the sinnoh league bombing, most likely portraying team galactic as the bad guys. though, she was quite certain that they wouldn't have it. a grunt was probably being sent over there as she read, pokeball in hand in order to intimidate the directors into making some... minor changes to the script.

the girl crossed her legs, her right going over her left. she disregarded the uncomfortable feeling of having rough material between her legs. she would much rather be wearing a pair of warm, soft pajama pants right now, but beggars can't be choosers. she had to deal with what they gave her. after all, team galactic gave her food, clothing, and a roof above her head. what more could she ask for? absolutely nothing.

her gaze rested upon the final article in the magazine, her eyes zoning in on the picture of a marowak and a cubone. she turned her attention to the actual story, taking little time to actually read through it. she just skimmed over the contents, finding keywords like murdered and team rocket. it was an old article, that much she knew. why would they bring up something from her childhood up now, of all times? it was strange, but she had never understood the media before.

she tensed, hands clenching on the flimsy pages and a small spark emitting from the side of her as the couch shifted and sunk when a weight dropped on it. her eyes never left the page as she listened, suspicions of another experiment confirmed when a boy spoke. slowly, her muscles relaxed and she loosened her grip on the magazine. the damage was already done, however, as there were tears in the pages and wrinkles that would never smooth out. she wasn't one to get scared easily. no, she was just caught off guard. with a sigh through her nose, she glanced over at the boy through the corner of her eyes. "often enough. you?" she kept her voice flat, devoid of the slightest hint of the momentary friend.

[Lieutenant Yoki]