Name : Vasche Siegfried
State Alchemist Surname : "The Undying Alchemist"
Age : 20
Height : 5' 4"
Weight : 200lbs
Race : Ametsrian
Occupation : State Alchemist
Military Rank : Brigadier General
Appearance :- Spoiler:
Personality : Vasche tries to be kind to everything, and values life itself -- this is why, through research, Vasche practiced to use his alchemy by draining kinetic energy from the wind or the earth, instead of living animals. He uses most of his pay as a patron to an orphanage he operates in the capital city, and his dream has become to safeguard the children from war. He is knowledgeable as many things, since he has heard a lot of stories...but he is illiterate. He tries to learn the Amnestrian alphabet in his free time. He is more believing of ghost and folk stories than most people are, and believe in the existence of fantastic animals, apart from chimeras.
Vasche has a slightly more dangerous side to himself that he ignores completely; his past as a gladiator has scarred his body, and cost him his dignity as a human...is what he believes, and he is therefore very strict about upholding the law, which he has memorized by heart. But then, he always keeps by the three laws all State Alchemists are bound to, meaning he will do anything else -- he has a very wide sense of right and wrong.
He is especially protective of his past, and will not pause to silence anyone who learns.
But Vasche has never been promoted from Brigadier General because of his lack of resolution to deal the final blow, as most of his attacks (in his sanest mind) are executed with pinpoint precision without lethal intention. He refuses to shoot criminals, and most of his tactics are roundabout. He enjoys goofing around and inspections, but he doesn't enjoy to-the-death fighting and paperwork.
Unique Alchemic Ability : Kinetic Alchemy
Vasche's combat alchemy is mainly suited for defense, as his ability to stall the molecular activity and therefore the velocity of the object allows him to stop the attack before it reaches him. He then redirects the course of the projectiles back at the owner (although this is impossible for melee attacks). This "rebounding effect" is constantly active due to his tattoo, and allows him to be practically lethal if fired at. His ability also extends to liquids and gases, so he can technically create a vacuum or stop the blood from reaching the heart, causing almost "normal" deaths, and with fake evidence, "obvious suicides" or "heartstrokes".
While kinetic energy transferrance is powerful in its own right, and Vasche does not have to draw an alchemical circle to do so, there are two setbacks; Vasche cannot control the activity of what he cannot see or react to, and he cannot create kinetic energy; which means he either has to draw energy from the earth, or for large situations (like stopping a hail of bombs, for instance), from the surrounding sources (he calls this "life energy"; this is why many plants, animals, and less resistant humans die without reason around him), or draw it from his own body. This means, if he is bound down or otherwise restricted from moving, he cannot use most of his powers. Finally, he can stop attacks and break bones, but he cannot control things with a will of their own, including humans.
But Vasche's famous ability is, as the "Undying" Alchemist, repair his own wounds if there is contact with other substances. By speeding up the effects of placelets, he can stop bleeding and heal skin if necessary. He can "undo" the damage done to his body, in his own words, but with energy from other humans, plants, or even geothermal energy. His abilities have no effect on other people.
Transmutation Circle Location : A large tattoo on the back. The swelling and bleeding have subsided, but it's been ten years. It aches when Vasche uses offensive powers. It appears that copies of the circle appear in the air whenever he uses his powers, but these are ephemeral and are only faint.
Biography : Vasche originally wasn't a State Alchemist. He was an underground Amnestrian slave, whose parents either abandoned him or died in a war...which was frequent in the town on the border of Amnestris. He was pitted to fight against criminals from a young age, except that his master had decided to follow an ancient myth and burn a large, complex pentagram to his slave's back. The effect was instant. Vasche was soon noted to be the prodigy, who didn't die; "the Undying" won infinite amounts of money for his master, and killed his fellows.
Only knowing how to maim and kill, he soon turned on his master, killing the entire house (which was a noble one), and killing a Major in the State Army. His master (the Major) was listed as a heart attack in official records later. He fled the underground, as trackers were dispatched to bring him back alive by the other masters, who were desperate for a bit of their own profit. Vasche adopted the second name, Siegfried, and added it to his own.
At the age of 17, he had circled the entire country and finally came to the Central. Barbaric and violent, he "passed" the test after killing the others, making him the only choice. The Fuhrer decided to subdue this beast, and for the next six months Vasche grew from the killer to the kind person he now was, with plenty of physical and mental discipline.
On his 19th birthday, he used his stacked-up salaries (most of them stayed in his bank account, as he slept in the barracks, ate state-issued meals, and rarely had the patience to go down to town and buy something) to buy a large house, which he converted into an orphanage for war orphans and children. He visits almost every day after work (if he is in Central), and helps the only staff member there to tuck in the boys and girls, and enjoy a quiet evening. His life is now centered on earning enough money to support his orphanage, and as his salary is small compared to the expenses of his large family, Vasche has been retouching the underground...but to what extent, no-one knows.
RP Sample : A hard day of training, mixing with people older than him, patronizing and getting patronized, and Vasche was free. He hesitated for a moment on a four-way street, then headed down a dark alleyway. A stooped, fat man was waiting underneath a large archway. "
Password?"
"
Go to Hell."
The guard chuckled. "
Fine, fine." He opened a small, stone trapdoor and let Vasche in. A few seconds of stifling black, and suddenly he was surrounded by cheers and blinding light. A voice rang around the arena, covered with sand. "
And here, our champion of this night -- the Undying Alchemist, Vasche Siegfried, against escaped convict 230514, an unnamed Ishvalian serial killer! This is a rare treat for your eyes, folks!" The audience applauded. Although they would see the rare sight of a State Alchemist killing criminals in cold blood, they had signed the contract to never speak of experiences in this dim-lit cellar to anyone.
Vasche looked at his opponent. A large, dark-skinned man, probably from Ishval, looked at him and cracked his knuckles. "
What's this, a child?"
"
The name's Vasche, you know. And I'm 20, unless you'd like to think that everyone is supposed to be as big as you are." Vasche pouted. The crowd roared. David against Goliath! This was what they had been waiting for. Vasche took no time to understand the nature of his opponent. He crouched down, supposedly in an attacking position. The slighted criminal lunged at him...and a half-second before his fist made contact with Vasche's face, Vasche activated the field around him, taking energy from the heated sand beneath him. The enemy's fist froze in place.
"
Wha-" The opponent's face twisted in pained suprise for a split second before...
crack. Vasche had ripped off his arm. The crowd roared in sadistic pleasure as the 5' 6" alchemist threw the arm as far as possible from the writhing criminal. The crowd's roar was now ear-splitting : "
Finish him! Finish him! Finish him!"
Vasche looked down at the criminal. "
For the love of God, have mercy..." Vasche was posed in a dramatic stance over the criminal, one of many "techniques" he had learnt as a gladiator himself. He neither smiled nor frowned; his impassive face moved as he voiced a final message; "
Where was God for the people you killed?" Reaching down at the helpless mass of muscle, Vasche took a deep breath and...
...no-one saw what happened. In a split instant, Vasche disappeared from their sight and reappeared in front of the broadcaster, who was just as surprised as everyone else. The criminal suddenly exploded in a shower of blood, and the crowd roared as the larger bits bounced off the metal cage. The cleaners would be here soon to sweep up the remains. Vasche glared at the announcer, bloodstained. "
Give me the money."
The man stammered. "
Well, you know, due to this and that, I think you could do with a sum of two thou-" Vasche frowned. "
NOW." The man, intimidated by the alchemist drained in blood, nodded faintly, and handed over a small bag. Vasche felt the familiar touch of paper money, and glanced questioningly at the frightened announcer. "
T-the thirty thousand is all in there, s-sir. Have a g-g-good da--" Vasche took off the way he had came in.
Before his feet reached the trapdoor, Vasche heard the roar of the crowd again. The next attraction had started.
Subject: :: Vasche Siegfried :: 
Thu Jan 14, 2010 12:56 pm
