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Wrath | Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 | Re-app, not reserved
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Character
Name: Wrath
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist 2003
Timeline: Conqueror of Shamballa, moment of death via transmutation/Big Chomp (tm).
Canon Resource Links: Wrath on the FMA Wiki, which is historically kind of garbage, but someone seems to have filled in the blanks pretty well since the last time I looked!
NOTE: Wrath's original app is here and goes SIGNIFICANTLY more in-depth, but because he's so dramatically different at this canonpoint, I didn't want to do too much rehashing of the previous stuff!
Personality: (GENERAL CONTENT WARNING FOR CHILD HARM AND SUICIDE)
Inside Wrath are two wolves.
One has depression. The other has unprocessed trauma.
Wrath has depression and unprocessed trauma.
"Conqueror of Shamballa" takes place two years after the conclusion of the 2003 FMA series. Having fallen apart both figuratively and literally (those stolen limbs he was so proud of? Yeah, he's got prosthetics now. The irony!), Wrath spends these two years in near-complete withdrawal from human contact.
Despite his extreme dedication to being antisocial, he still lurks awkwardly at the fringes of society; never straying too far from the places he knows and even (seemingly) keeping tabs on the surviving humans who he once clashed with. Despite the many Horrors (tm), his crippling desperation for acceptance and affection never truly left... but he never allows himself close enough to actually get it from anybody, preferring to skulk around like a very sad stray dog instead.
He's too guilty and gunshy to return to his original creator (aka HIS MOTHER) despite her attempts to reach out. He neglects his new automail limbs until they're visibly falling apart. He speaks only when necessary, and usually keeps his sentences quiet and terse. He deprives himself of the food source responsible for his (former) inhuman strength and miraculous abilities, leaving himself feeble and perpetually exhausted. He sleeps in the woods or various garbage dumps and, later, next to his aforementioned mother's grave. That post-supervillainy-lucidity is rough, man.
To anyone fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to actually corner him into conversation, Wrath comes off as aloof and humorless-- a shadow of the wild child he was previously. It's hard to get a read on him, in no small part due to the fact that he barely says anything, ever. But under the 24/7 'dead inside' vibes he gives off, there's a veritable landslide of pain, fear, and regret. His avoidance of others is no longer out of anger and vitriol, but one of shame and self-punishment. One of the (very) few times he speaks, it's to refer to himself as a monster, voice noticeably dripping with disgust and self-loathing.
In fact, he just straight-up wants to die.
Although he successfully keeps quiet on the matter right up until the very last second, Wrath admits in his final moments that he only came out of isolation for the sake of stopping a former enemy (Alphonse Elric) from sacrificing his life for a loved one-- an act he's now witnessed more than once, and "never wants to see again"-- by being the sacrifice instead. A perfect cap-off to a life spent primarily being used as a pawn for someone else's goals: self-dehumanization and suicide-by-fellow-traumatized-child! But by now, Wrath has had Enough; he just wants to be reunited with his mother, after wasting all chances to forgive-- and be forgiven by-- her while she was alive.
... TOO BAD HE'S GOING BACK TO POKEMON-LAND INSTEAD!!!
GET THERAPY-ANIMAL'D, IDIOT.
Despite his new outer-shell of all angst and no fun, Wrath is still a child-- physically no older than 12 or 13 (if that), and even then only working with a few years of real, tangible experience at existing. The off-kilter innocence and zest for life he once had is buried in there somewhere still, and a kinder world stands a better chance of chipping away at his walls than the one he ultimately tried to leave.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Cubone ("Son")
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: Dusting him off with a random meme thread!
Victory Road Sample:
The can-- one of the only pieces of litter in this tiny town he'd been able to find-- lets out a satisfying metallic KLUNK as his automail foot connects with it and sends it flying out into the long grass, but it's not enough to make up for the rest of his morning.
Wrath scowls out at Route 29, the picturesque green grass, picket fences, and perfect, cloud-studded blue sky almost mockingly reminiscent of the place he'd just left behind in pursuit of an ending somewhere much more wretched. After all that? He doesn't want to be looking at this. He doesn't even want to be looking at anything.
Gritting his teeth, Wrath tips his shaggy head back to look straight upwards despite the sun in his eyes, and spreads his arms with a whir-and-clink of mechanical joints.
"WHY."
His voice sounds raspy, and feels even worse. It's the first word he's spoken since waking up in that little bed in the cottage, confused and disoriented. He had not returned the cheerful 'Good morning, sleepyhead!' offered to him by the kindly woman in the house-- he'd simply busted out of there like a bat out of hell, not realizing or caring that he was dressed in clothes that weren't his and holding a knapsack he'd never seen before.
It wasn't until he'd made it to the edge of that tiny town that the memories had started to come back.
Both sets of memories.
Down at his feet, a Cubone sits in the grass apprehensively, tapping his bone-club on the ground every so often. His trainer hadn't really acknowledged him much since letting him out of the Pokeball about half an hour ago, and he's not 100% sure what to do about that. The Pokemon is supposed to follow the directions of the trainer, but this trainer is just kind of... stomping around and sighing a lot. Sssooooo...?
When Wrath inevitably loses his staring contest with the sun and turns his gaze downwards again, grimacing and swiping at his stinging eyes, the Cubone decides he should probably just bite the bullet and start things off.
"Bone."
Still puffing, Wrath looks down at the gentle tap on his ankle-- oh. Right.
The Pokemon.
"You. ... You're... mine. Aren't you?"
It wasn't Mama. And it wasn't Pipsqueak.
But he remembers how this goes. Sort of.
So when the little skull-faced creature nods, Wrath sighs. He doesn't want a teammate. His last remaining teammate just bit him mostly in half and then they were both atomized by a massive alchemical reaction. But it would seem he has one now, again, nonetheless.
"I guess we have to stick together, then."
"Bone."
"I've been here before but I don't remember this place. Is this near the..." He falters, his words dropping to a mumble as his gut clenches. The memories don't feel like they even belong to him. "... th'yellow town?"
The Cubone cocks its head before shaking it, apologetically. No, he does not know of any 'yellow town'. This is like, the furthest he's been from Professor Elm's lab, Wrath.
Letting out another put-upon sigh, Wrath pinches the bridge of his nose. It's a gesture he picked up... somewhere. In another life. He frowns as the origin of the habit floats back to him, like bubbles floating to the surface of a pond. Then he swallows hard, clamping it down. It hurts, to bear the sudden weight of these other memories again-- like a swollen, broken limb.
It isn't until he feels another soft tap on his non-metal foot-- this one with the Cubone's stubby hand rather than the hard club-- that Wrath realizes his eyes are leaking. He immediately starts to scrub them again with the heels of his palms
"--fine, m'fine! Stupid, stupid human eyes..."
They both know it's not the stupid human eyes, though. More than anything else, he wants to lay right down in the dirt and scream and howl until he's too tired to keep going... but you don't do that in front of team-mates.
After screwing his eyes shut and holding his breath until he can feel his face turning red, the tears depart. And then he bends down to hold a pale hand out to the-- no, his-- Pokemon. The Cubone takes it, albeit a little apprehensively-- and Wrath tries to muster a smile.
He's so out-of-practice that it takes a couple seconds.
"Sorry... I know I'm scary sometimes... But, I'll protect you till you're stronger okay? That's... that's what team-mates do."
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