BEYOND BROTHERHOOD This is a closed RP CHARACTER LIST: 1.GM Angellass: Asher Void The Nobel Shadow Alchemist, Sloth/ Neulin 2.Aka~Kitsune: Samantha Hordel, Lust/ Victor Knight 3.Gladis: Tristan Jaeger 4. Nocturne997: Envy/ Zed Vienna 5. Bolour Kardia: Deliora Akisu - Metallica., Greed/Reiko Yama 6. Undying Curiosity: William Cambell 7. Jhuton:Pride/ Gremory Lione, Adisson Edris 8. Akashi:Wrath/ Noah 9.Co-GM Nevvy: Gluttony/ Candy Walker, Crix Masterson The Railgun Alchemist If your characters name is is green, it is a humunculi. If your name is red, you have died. If your character has died, you may make a new character on the discussion thread. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2114: five years into The Island Conflict. Menima and Raziya have been sister nations since their founding, back in 1320. At that time, a King and his wife gave birth to twin sons, each wanting to be ruler. When the King passed, rather than have his sons feud, he split his nation in two, naming each half after the other. Raziya was ruled by the younger of the two twins, Mennia. Menima was ruled by the elder, Raziel. For centuries, the two countries have been friendly towards one another, building a thriving economy between the two. To this day, the countries are ruled by the same blood lines. To the south, Menima had built up a reputation for it's fine mineral deposits off of it's eastern shore, while on the west it produced some of the finest metal products in the world. Their schools have made an impact on the world at large, rulers all the way from Molydean having sent their children to study there. To the north, Raziya processed these products, refining them and distributing them. The rich soil and warm temperatures year round allowed the people to farm and provide food for those to the south. Their art had been heavily influenced by the people of Danbachi and Creta, and though rare, was considered to be some of the best in the world. As such, it took the world by surprise when the flames of war broke out. It started when the North yielded a poor harvest. For the first time in ages, Raziya struggled to feed it's own people-- even with the plentiful ocean around them. The fish evaded their nets, and their crops were dwarfed at best. Refusing to allow her people to starve, the reigning King closed off food trade with the South and sent his soldiers to stock pile any food they could find-- distributing it evenly among his people until the famine passed. Needless to say, with their primary food source refusing to do trade, the south quickly fell into disorder. People began to panic. Raids broke out, and the nation of Mnemia threatened to collapse upon itself. Until their Queen took charge. She offered food to all who joined the armed forces, and free education in her University to the children of anyone enlisted. Fleets of ships were built and sent to fish, capturing enough to sustain the army as it grew-- and an anger washed over the people like wild fire. The North, the Queen said, had abandoned them. Raziya had betrayed them and shown their true colors as selfish and ruthless people. She called for revenge. The famine kept on, even into today. Crops still refuse to grow-- and many farms had been burned, and farmers killed. The sandy ground of the Island had been stained with blood, and it only seemed to be getting worse with each passing day, as the boarder of Menima stretched farther and farther north. Other Nations got involved only six months ago. Troops from as far Xing had been sent to help either the North and South. Raziya was dying, their king gone into hiding. Amestrian soldiers came to help-- though in doing so prompted their own neighbors to the north, the people of Drechma, to support the south. And so, our story begins... -- Asher frowned, watching the sun set with a mix of awe and frustration. It was beautiful, watching the light play off the clouds. The sand in the air from the Southern breeze carried dust from the Eastern Desert- giving the sunset an even more otherworldly glow, like someone set the sky itself ablaze. Yet, while the view was amazing, he couldn't help but dread what it meant. Another night in a war zone. He glanced back to the family huddled behind him, the mother carefully measuring out rice to serve to him and the rest of his squad. While they had brought the rice by the boat load, it never seemed to be enough to really help. He shifted, uncomfortable in the blue uniform of State Alchemist. Finally, he shook off the outer coat, hanging it on the porch post beside him along with his hat. He simply had to look away from the woman. He knew what she had lost. How the night before she had plead with him, like he were some sort of God to bring her son back to life. He felt the pit of his stomach churn as he remembered hearing the woman cry herself to sleep when he denied her request. And yet, she still offered her home to him and his comrades. He watched the still smouldering field before standing up, rubbing his eyes to stop them from watering-- thanks to watching the sun too intensely, he would claim. He just wanted to help.