Kane

[Kane]

-Sayomi Laurent-

My name is: Kane is fine XD.
I am ...I have no idea...?.

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-The Basics-

Name: Sayomi Laurent (she doesnt know this is her real name)
Nickname/Alias:: Kane
-Age: 17
-Gender: Female
-Occupation: Survive
-Human/Non : Human


-Appearance-

-Hair Color: Black
-Eye Color:Light Blue
-Height:155 cm (including automail), 106 cm (excluding automail)
-Weight: 72 kg (including automail), 32 kg (excluding automail)
-Distinctions(i.e. scars, moles, missing limbs…): Missing both of her arms and both of her legs. Full length of arm, a few inches above the knee on her right leg, and a couple of inches below her hip on her left. Replaced with automail. Many deep and ragged scars darker than her skin all around each of her ports. They branch out across her collarbone, chest, and across her back for her arms, and her left leg's scars are deeper than the others, and also longer. On the outside of her left thigh, a long scar extends almost to her hip from her port.
- Character Appearance; Kane stands at a diminutive 5'0", and weighs in at close to 160 pounds. The unbelievable weight for her size comes solely from her automail limbs, made of heavy steel and other metals, actually a bit too heavy for her size. Her growth has been stunted considerably because of the limbs, because her spine and neck can hardly extend due to the weight. Her skin is fairly pale, and her hair is straight black, at times, depending on the light, almost appearing blue. Her eyes actually are blue, but a very light shade of such. On an everyday basis, Kane's wardrobe consists of only six items; a black tank-top, covered by a black jacket which is almost always zipped up. The black doesnt change for her cargo pants, either, which are able to be tied at various lengths. However, she always leaves them down to cover her full leg. On her hands, she wears a pair of white leather gloves engraved with her transmutation circles (fire on her left hand, electricity on her right) which come to her mid-forearm. Her boots are also black, and come about four inches above her ankle, lace-up. Finally, around her neck she wears a dark brown leather collar, which is embedded with incomplete Philosophers Stones (she isnt actually sure what they are) facing her neck. Also, her belt is dark brown, and embedded with more, larger, incomplete Philosophers Stones. The belt is turned so the stones face her, and not the outside.


-Personality-

-Likes:

• Alchemy
  
• Cats
  
• Controlled dogs
  
• Studying elemental alchemy
  
• Having time to think
  
• Fruit

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-Dislikes:

• Being alone so often
  
• Uncontrolled dogs
  
• The truth about the Philosophers Stone
  
• People zeroing in on one aspect of her too often
  
• Her automail
  
• The scars around her ports.

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-Strengths:

• Electrical alchemy
  
• Fire alchemy
  
• Quick-thinker
  
• Rather intelligent
  
• Very independent
  
• Quite strong for her size...has a good offense and great defense.

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-Weaknesses:

• Her poorly-made automail
  
• Lack of training in hand-to-hand combat
  
• Clumsy
  
• Cant lie to save her life
  
• Weighed down if she needs to fight hand-to-hand
  
• Inability to remember more than the past five years of her life
  
• Oblivious to any emotion like love.

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-Personality:

• Loyal & Trustworthy - Though there is almost nobody for her to be so towards, Kane is a very loyal person, to the few that she has ever been able to trust with her allegiance. She will stick to someone like a dog to its master, provided they prove to be a deserving, uncorrupted "master". Once a friendship is established, she will stick to it, and help her friends in any way she possibly can, even at high risk. She also seems to have a knack for gaining 'friends' of any animal that she meets. She also can control her thoughts that are "private" to herself, someone else, or both, and keep them locked away from society, as though she disposed of the key. If someone tells her a "secret", her natural response would be 'Well if you told me in the first place, then it wasnt actually a secret', but she will never disclose what was told her. Also, in general, she dislikes to disclose too much about what she knows and about herself, but if needed, she will give minimums...at least until she trusts someone.
  
  
• Sharp-tongued & Independent - Though Kane doesn’t talk too often, when she does, her voice is quiet, but is accented with a sharp edge to it. However, she has a mind and verbal reflexes that can sting like some sort of acid if need be. Luckily though, she does not often find the need to make sharp retorts. She fares just fine speaking nicely enough. However, due to the turn of events of the past few years, Kane has grown to be strongly independent, relying on herself for anything and not looking to other people for help her...even when she's in a tight situation. She also doesnt like to express her emotions to people she doesnt know, and she especially dislikes showing pain.
  
  
• Quiet but Outspoken - Most of the time, Kane is a quiet, observant listener. She prefers to let others do the talking, but she has no problem in talking when she has to, to defend herself, goad someone into something, or make a bluff. However, if you get her raging, she has a tendency to become a bit of a loose cannon, firing her every thought of the situation at will, and not wanting to back down from any kind of challenge that is presented. Because of this, she often weasels herself into situations that are rather unpleasant and that gets her into trouble. She has no problem getting into these situations, but can hardly ever get herself out.
  
  
• Shy - Kane is a rather shy person. Unless she is in a situation that requires bluffs, gloats, goading, etc., you will not find her talking all too much. If she is around a few people, and not many else, she will often not say much, and stick to herself. She has never had a real “friend”, per se, and she has been on her own for a good while, and the only people she can remember staying with were the organization that she was a part of, and soon defected from. Kane is a strong silent type most of the time, but can be more sociable once she warms up to people and trusts them (which can take a while, she has trust issues (rightfully)). Because of the seclusion she had from most “normal” society, she tends to stick to herself until drawn out of her ‘shell’, so to speak. Though she may not act it, Kane is willing to meet new people, and hopes to have a real friend sometime in the near future, and that person will be her first friend...ever.

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-History-


-Current Town:Central City
-Parents:Lu-Tian Yan Laurent (Mother)

• Practitioner of Alkahestry
  
• 100% Xingese
  
• Came to Amestris in search of the Philosophers Stone

Alexander Laurent (Father)

• Lt. Colonel (State Alchemist)
  
• The Bonded Alchemist
  
• 100% Amestrian

>She cannot remember anything about either of them. Not even their death.<
-Siblings :Akira Laurent (Older Sister)

• Major (State Alchemist)
  
• The Frost Alchemist.

>She cannot remember anything about Akira, either. She doesnt even know she exists<
-Other Family:None
-Full History [stolen from Anarchy c:]:Well...I guess this is the first time that I can recall talking to somebody out of will. I go by Kane now. I'm....not sure where to begin, though. I cant remember much...I guess thats somewhere. I lost my memory about five years ago...so I cant remember you...or what it was like after you died. I guess...I guess that gives me reason to tell you all about myself....I cant tell you about my early childhood...just that I was raised in Central by an organization of people...the same people that killed my parents and burned our house down. The last four, five years, though, I think were the worst that I've lived. And I lived them...mostly alone. Because of events that have happened, I find myself...familiar with more pain than I would wish upon anyone...but I know there are others that have experienced worse. Far worse. So I couldnt hold any self-pity even if I wanted to. We cant undo the past, so we must make do with what the past left us with...our actions, our words, our mistakes...they'll always follow us.

I guess that brings me to my next point to tell you. Telling you about...whats happened to me...what makes me who I am. I, er, guess you could say I use automail somewhat. Oh, who am I kidding. I...need prosthetic limbs...for both of my arms...and both of my legs. Pretty stupid, huh? Yeah...I've screwed up big time in the past...I cant really even move without automail now. I've made some mistakes, I've acted without thinking, and...for lack of a better way to put it, I've been...horribly maimed. I know that was alot at once....but....I guess I'll start from the top, with the stupid mistake.

People would know the severity of certain crimes, which are considered heinous, and which are not. But among the heinous crimes, there are taboos of society, and taboos of Alchemy. As an Alchemist, you...knew the greatest one among them. Well...I b-broke that taboo...when I was twelve and a half. *clenches right fist before relaxing it* I didnt intend to personally gain anything from breaking it. I was ordered to, along with ten others to perform H..human Transmutation. When I say ordered, I mean by the leaders of that organization I told you about. It was more like a cult, actually. A cult obsessed with anarchist goals and alchemic taboo. It broke down who we were, the person that existed before we wandered into their midst, they wiped our slates clean of who we were, and re-wrote them according to their own desires. I didnt have the sense of mind to stop myself...to stop and say "this is wrong". I had been erased, and thought we'd actually get something out of it. But....nothing can equal the value of human life....especially six. The people who werent lost in the Transmuation had various things taken from them. I..lost my entire right arm and my memory of just about everything except for Alchemy up to that point when I woke up. It took me a while to realize the memory loss, though.

But...when I was recovering, I guess the memory loss saved me in a sense. In the time it took for me to recover from the therapy with my automail, I re-gained control of my life. I found who I was again, and it all hit me then that what that...cult...was doing was completely and morally wrong. It took my arm and memories to realize that. Thats the extent to which those people went to erase who someone was. Best thing is, the people who ordered us to perform that transmutation didnt even participate in it....as if they knew it would happen. I guess they did, because some time later, I finalized my decision to leave....because I overheard two of the leaders.

They wanted us to attempt Human Transmutation..../again/.

I...wasnt about to possibly die a second time for these people. I collected some...affixes and got the hell out of there. I...guess that brings me to the next part of my life story. It was at thirteen years and nine months old that I was maimed. I ran, but...I didnt get very far. I was being chased by them. I had had a horrible feeling that I'd have a fight at my hands for trying to get away, so naturally I tried to run. I...stupidly turned into an old alleyway with a dead end. I thought they had passed, and I stood up into a trash can, making a racket. Before I knew it, I was cornered in the alleyway. I tried to draw myself a transmutation circle to escape, but they were faster with their alchemy. I closed my eyes to think for a mere second or so, but before I made the decision to move I felt something around my left foot and then I was on the ground, my left arm mostly beneath me so I couldnt move it, and the same person that had me pinned was stepping on my right arm. He was stronger than me, I couldnt move. The...leaders that were commanding the assault came over, and one began to speak. I tried to ignore him, but he broke the fingers in my left hand by stepping on them to get my attention. Then....he told me something I'll never forget. He...he said...

"Kane. You realize we will kill you right? You cannot be allowed to go out with what you know and all the resources that you’ve had at your fingertips. We wont make it a simple kill. We are alchemists, we like breaking things apart, but in this case not reconstructing them. We will remove you of two things that are important to you….that you need…and we will leave you to bleed out. And seeing as you have no money, and you will be unable to move well, you will be unable to find yourself help. You will die here, Kane. You should not have tried to leave, you could have lived. Goodbye."

When...he told me that, I mentally panicked, but I couldnt even move. But...then he said one thing. "Do it". I didnt know what he meant, but I soon felt it. They...had transmuted the ground around my left leg into what must have been small spikes or something. They gouged through my leg numerous times from the knee down, and then I was forced to roll further onto my side, pulling the spikes through my skin and muscle. ...I guess bone, too, because I heard and felt snapping. I...forced myself to look. I couldnt see much through my pants, but on the spikes that ripped through my leg, I saw blood...lots of it. I saw what had to be muscle strands left over on certain parts of it, and even a few chips of bone. It...didnt even seem like there were separate injuries. From my knee down, it seemed like my leg was one, big laceration.

I tried to sit up, but I was kicked back down, and before I knew it, they'd used Alchemy to pull my left arm down into the ground. Before I could register that, they transmuted the ground to crush my left arm. It was slow at first, as though something was simply squeezing my arm, but then it felt as though my arm was pinned beneath a weight. The pressure was unbearable, and...whatever they crushed it in, I could feel my blood and bones being forced through my skin because of how they were crushing it. I felt my arm die. I felt pain until suddenly I felt nothing, proving that they even crushed the nerves. My arm would have been useless. I...I didnt want to die, but hoped I was. I couldnt stand the pain anymore. It hurt....so much. But...I was pulled out of whatever sort of blackness I was beginning to sink into by pain re-concentrating in my leg.

I felt as though somebody had dropped a blade through half my left thigh...really close to my hip. Somewhere that hadnt been marred because of their Alchemic attacks yet. Then I experienced worse than feeling my arm get crushed till it died. They used the cut they had just made as a base...They used it as a base to tear my leg off. I felt my skin and muscle tear, I heard my femur snap when they broke it, and I felt it as the last bits of my skin and muscle were torn apart. I couldnt stand the pain, so I did the only thing I could do at the time. I...screamed. Trying to free myself from the agony I was in. It was overwhelming, and I could hardly focus. I opened my eyes to see them transmute the ground to hide my leg beneath it, and then they walked off. I watched them until I was sure they were gone. I felt myself fading, but I knew I had to do something. I used my right hand to quickly draw a transmutation circle in the dirt, and I...I knew I had to move, so I transmuted the undisturbed ground and...I cut my left arm off at the shoulder after transmuting the dirt into a shearing face. I couldnt have used my mangled arm if I had recovered it, and if I had left it, the necrotic tissue would have spread and made things worse. I screamed after I did that, too. The rest of my arm was already beneath the ground, and I was left without my arm, and without my leg to high thigh. I curled up in pain and was clutching what remained of my leg...a bloody stump. I was keeping my arm pressed against the ground to prevent as much bleeding as possible. I could...scoop a bit of snow up and pressed it against my leg to help slow the bleeding. This all took just a few seconds. The last thing I saw was the snow...turning red with my blood before I passed out.

A man by the name of Dan saved me. I would have bled out if he didnt. My femoral artery had been cut, and I probably would have died if he didnt get to me when he did. He was...older. He'd retired from the military after the warin the East. He was a bio-mechanical engineer and doctor for veterans that came home missing their limbs, and he could build automail, but not very well. However, he ran a local practice in Central out of his house. I rarely saw him, and he almost never spoke. It was like I was living alone. He kept me anesthetized for most of the building of the ports for new automail, so I'd be asleep through most of the pain and he could attend to his patients. However, I was awake for the initial attatchement of my arm and leg, and of course through the therapy. Once I had recovered....by the time I was fifteen, faster than he expected, I told him I was leaving again. He made it clear though that if I was going to do anything stupid, he didnt want to know. At the time I didnt know what he meant, but then after two months on my own, living in the alleys of Central, I knew what he meant.

This...finally brings me to the last thing I said, I guess. A miscalculation that stemmed from a rash action. In the two months I was on my own, I sort of took on a stray cat. It followed me around wherever I went. I guess it was sort of funny and I saw it as a bit of a pet. I even named it. Jinx. I like cats...I didnt like the idea of the cat fending for itself. But...it got mauled by a dog one day. My brain sort of set in a mode that was like...if you dont want to see something happen, you rush in to try to stop it from happening at the time. The cat was bleeding out and dying, I guess I didnt want to witness its death since I'd been observing it for two months. I took it to Dan to see if he could do anything, but he shook his head, so I decided to act on my own behind his house. I set up a transmutation circle suited for bio-alchemy.

Yeah, I got into that somewhat. Its a bit of a cursed science, really. Bio-alchemists that extend their research really...screw with human life. I'd already screwed with it a few years earlier. I guess I kind of screwed with my own this time to try to help that cat. I designed the transmutation circle to repair all damage that the cat had sustained thanks to the dog. However, there was more damage than I could see. I originally was willing to compromise my remaining leg somewhat to patch its skin and muscle up, but the cat had lost more than that....so I did, too, in order for Equivalent Exchange to exist. I lost muscle, skin, bone, tendons, ligaments....basically peices of my right leg. Dan had been watching, so he helped me...again. It was then, at fifteen years and two months, that I knew what he had meant. It honestly looked like something had bit into my calf, my knee, and then just took a knife and cut off the front part of my shin. I couldnt have used my leg if I wanted to. Dan put me out and amputated my leg to the mid-thigh. However....he simply told me that until it had healed enough for the building of the port, he was going to have me take care of it. I had no complaints...I knew it was fair. But every day, when I looked at it to take care of it, I knew I was getting what he had intended. Looking at what remained of my leg was a constant reminder that burned a message into my brain of what can happen when you screw with life.

By the time it was ready to have the port built, I asked not to be put out for any of it...and to stay awake, so I could recover as soon as possible. Despite spitting up so much blood forcing myself to finish the therapy and recooperation as I did...much less than the three years that it normally takes...it was worth it. I was finished by the time I was sixteen and six months. However, one day, Dan left and didnt come back, so I saw it appropriate to leave as well and make do on my own again. Though he housed me during both of my recooperations, I saw fit to leave when he wasnt around. I guess...everything went pretty smoothly. But...for some reason something doesnt feel right...in the general air of Central. I havent figured out what it is.

Today though, I'm alot of things. I've learned lessons the hard way. I've gained only because of sacrifice, but what I've gained is irriplaceable. I'm...smart. I can do a good number of things that people wouldnt expect me to do. I'm independent, a quick-thinker, and an observer. But I have almost no sense of humor and I take things in the most literal sense imaginable. I'm also self-concious, I have a lower-than-average..almost non-existant self-esteem, im stubborn, clumsy, I hate running from any sort of fight, I crack my neck and back alot, I cant lie to save my life, I can be rather rude to people I dont like and I get a bit of a kick out of pissing them off. I have a bit of a temper and rough tongue for people who get on my bad side and piss me off...and I get annoyed /really/ easily of someone keeps zeroing in on a certain aspect of mine, be it my hair, name, voice, height, limbs, or lack of, or whatever. Anyway, I have alot of other things that I could go on forever about that are negative qualities I have.

Uh...I guess I should tell you what I look like now. A rough description would be...im pretty much the same as when you last saw me but my limbs are automail, and I have some...nasty scarring around my ports. And im taller...sort of. I'm still pretty small....and short. For a better idea, im about one hundred fifty-five centimeters and weigh around seventy-two kilograms. Yeah im...really heavy for my size. Steel isnt very light. Its a safe guess that due to the weight of my automail my back and neck cant extend fully and my height is so stunted because of it. Without..automail to stand on I'm only one hundred seven centimeters tall, from the port on my right leg to the top of my head, and I weigh about thirty-two kilograms. Nobody is perfect, right? These past years have been hard..but, I...tried my best...

...oh, yeah. I'm sixteen now.

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Wait. Today's the 21st of December, isnt it? Scratch that last part. I'm seventeen today.[/center]


-Roleplay Sample:

Today is not my day... Kane thought. She bit her lip and looked at the table. She couldnt remember exactly what had happened that day. Everything is clearest after I woke up in that air duct with this damn headache... She sifted her gaze to the far corner of the table, silently it to flip over spontaneously or something unprecedented such as that to break Akira's hardened gaze on her. She didnt dare look up. All she wanted was to melt through the walls and get the hell out of the military Headquarters. Im not the killing type... she thought. She shouldnt be held as it. But then again, nobody but her knew that. Sure, there were times when she thought this country would be better off run by a more parliamentary system than solely under the Fuhrer, but she wouldnt kill someone to upseat them...or if she was forced to, she would not go in alone.

Swallowing, she moved her right hand out of her lap and over the ragged edge of what bit of metal she could see through the rip in her pants that was still clinging to the port of her left leg. She didnt care to look up at the moment. She simply wanted to get out of there and try to do something about her limbs. Maybe...maybe Dan has returned... she thought. Sure, his automail wasnt the greatest, but it served its purpose. Luckily she had been untied, but still getting away would be some of a problem. However, the file had also been taken, which served as a problem. She would rather read about who she was, and her mother and father...who were apparently dead. That news set like a stone in Kane's stomach. Though she couldnt remember them, learning something about herself was a step forward, only to learn that the two people she would have wanted to meet more than anybody else in the world were already gone.

A bit of sadness crept through her mind and she tried to push it away. Even if they...were alive...I'm not something anybody would be proud of to call their daughter... she lowered her head slightly so her bangs fell before her eyes. Im hardly a person...only a few years of memory, prematurely hardened by the world...witness to unfortunate events...victim of force and pain...marked permanently because of it.... she blinked and gave her head a small shake and turned her head slightly to let her gaze fall on a few of the frayed wires coming out of the remainder of her arm when a thought hit her.

Im alone... her gaze glassed over slightly. She always knew she was technically alone, staying away from most of society as she tried to, but she'd always figured she had a family somewhere....but what she saw in the file showed that the family she thought would be around for her to find one day was no longer alive. She was totally alone. No... something tapped her from the inside. Akira. The sister I didnt know I had. She bit the inside of her lip angrily. No. Theres no way Im related to that bitch. I refuse to believe that... she thought, finally raising her eyes to glare at Akira. Akira was simply staring back, the light sharp and narrowed in her gaze, unblinking. How the hell is she even a State Alchemist? The military shouldnt even go to the extent she did on me unless abosolutely necessary. Has she no view of morals? Kane asked herself, slightly alarmed at a second thought.

Akiras alchemy, utilizing primarily the water and air particles to create a small gale of freezing air, was just as sharp as a blade. It had sliced through the thinner parts of her automail almost easily. The cold had made the metal brittle for a short amount of time because it didnt have time to warm up. Now the only reminder of how cold the metal got was the ache of her ports. If the alchemy could do that to steel, what would it do to flesh and bone? A dark look crossed her eyes as an idea of an answer to her own question set in the back of her head. She was pulled out of her deep thought rather abruptly when the door opened once again. Her gaze immediately shifted to the person standing there. It was whatever-rank Mustang who had come in earlier. The tense silence was broken when he spoke.

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