FMA OC Guidebook: NamesMore Like This
Names are one of the most key things to think about when it comes to an FMA character or indeed any character, besides appearance this will be one of the things that your OC will be recognized as. So it's highly important
Things to avoid
Before I cover choosing what to name your OCs I'll cover the type of names its usually best to try to avoid. Coming up with a name using this guide only to reach the end of it and discover that the name is considered sueish would suck so I'll be covering this first.
If you already have a name for your OC and its fits in one of this "best to avoid" categories there will be some techniques for dealing with that listed later. Ok? So lets begin
First of all avoid Japanese names! Although FMA was created in japan, you'll notice that there are not that many characters with Japanese names. Amestris is not based on japan! A Caucasian character who randomly happened to be called something like &
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HOPE YOU HAVE GREAT DAY B-DAY EVEN THOUGH DA WAS SO MEAN AND SUSPENDED YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN'T DO A THING. :iconslowhugplz: HAPPY B-DAY ONCE MORE!!
got to congrats her through journal because that suspending
BEN Drowned x Reader Lemon!!!!You walked down the hall to your first period class. Which was one of favourate classes considering it was one with your crush. His name was Ben. He had shaggy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and always seemed to be wearing a shade of green. Today it was a pair of green converses, bright green skinny jeans, a green T shirt, and a dark green beanie. You entered the class room and found him imediatly, considering he looked like a walking pine tree. After a moment of you staring he finally noticed you and made his way over to you. "Hello (Name)!" He said hugging you. you wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible, but he soon pulled away. "Hi Ben." you said a little dissapointed. Your teacher then came in and everyone began filling into their seats. You took your usual seat next to Ben and stared blankly to the front of the room until a folded piece of paper landed on your desk. You opened it quikly and imediatly noticed the handwriting to be Ben's. The note read:More Like This
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My friends say I am a downer. They say I am Emo. Am I? She says I always look sad. Maybe I am always sad. He always asks me “What's wrong?” … when I say “Nothing!”, he says I'm a liar. He is right … he says that I have a fake smile … it's true but, I have been smiling like this for so long it's the only smile I know. I may smile wide but inside I am crying. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep … I hate the tears, they are usually hot from anger … they sting my eyes and leave stains on my cheeks. I hate people that make me sad, I trusted them to be nice … they make me cry and get mad! So, I don't trust people anymore. I ignore people now, I day-dream, draw, and read a lot in school so I don't hear the mean things they say. Whenever I can I get online. On the internet I let my guard down. No one hurts me there. I tell my parents
what they do and they say just to ignore them and they will stop … I've been try
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I don’t remember why I started doing this. But, every night I take my knife, lock myself in the bathroom, and take off my forever worn hoodie. I take the knife and cut into my arms. One slice for each thing that makes me hurt inside. I go down the list … my dad doesn’t love me *slice*, I feel like a burden on my mom *slice*, horrible things people say *slice, slice, slice*, Chase *slice*, Karisma *slice*, Jordan *slice* the list goes on. Sometimes I think about just slitting my wrists and ending it… those are bad days. I see my blood welling up on the cuts I think about the people who do care about me… Melissa *starts crying*, Dustie *more tears*, Dakota *even more tears*, Honeybearpaw *silently crying my eyes out* … I’m like this for about an hour … eventually I wipe off the blood and tears, hide the knife, and put my hoodie back on. I unlock the door, clean up my face, and go watch TV with my mom like nothing happened. She doe