Still Active... Part II. Kinda can't believe I'm finally getting around to this, wow. XD My life outside of any nearby electronic device and the scarce social sites I use has been... hectic. Full of indebted heck; I assure you life is doing me a big frighten. But enough of the big frighten, let's get around to this thing that hardly anybody's gonna read anyways.
I got tagged by my best friend and partner in my creative world, Sakura-Araragi
Let's get as crazy as I said in the rules and start things up with some of my 'minor', slightly obscure FMA03/Shamballa OCs, Elisanor & Frederic Hedwin.
- Choose as many OCs as you give a damn! Go crazy--who's gonna understand the concept of where they come from or who they are or even care to read the entirety of the journal anyway! Long or short as it is--people are still gonna see it in their inbox and might just delete it without clicking on it, so knock yourself out.
- Your OC cannot lie. WARNING: AAV-sama and Sakura-Araragi by association are not responsible or to be held accountable by any possible offense, trigger, response, opinion, shattered hopes and dreams, views on life and aspirations, or any psychological trauma or insults that may result from reading certain character responses. All characters are merely fragments of creator's self, based upon a very small aspect of character's personality and therefore do not reflect to complete accuracy the state of mind and well-being that the creator may find themselves in. Readers should meet an age of at least 16+ as they may encounter aforementioned sensitive content. Minors are always advised to partake in all internet actions under the guidance of a parent or a guardian... And since we're going down that note, 13-year-olds or younger STILL should NOT even be on this website altogether. All entries responded in-character are presented and engaged at reader's own risk.
- Journal's title should be 'OC Interview'. 'Cause, you know... You can't go more generic than that. Just in case some people out there might want to actually read a journal you post... If you feel self-conscious about your characters, you'll totally get them to dismiss this stuff with that generic title.
- Tag as many people as you want. Which, in my case... I don't want to tag anyone. If anybody wants to join the fun, go ahead, be my guest.
*No images for them because my nonexistent art sucks, and I still juggle their designs around in my head. Sad for everyone. What is your real name and nickname?
Elisanor: Um... Elisanor and Frederic Hedwin...? And... 'Nicknames'...
Elisanor: Wow, hahah. That's--that's funny. You must want to die or something, huh? I mean, never mind, never mind. Just some... dumb joke. It's just, the last guy that decided to give us nicknames... Ohh, boy. That
was fun. Right, Frederic?
Frederic: ...It didn't end well.
Elisanor: We have military ranks, though, if it counts!
Elisanor: Right~ That's classified, sensitive government information, sub-categorized as none of your business.
Unless you really
, really want to die. In which case, let me know and I'll tell you. Blades and water, blades and water...
...Nice. So... What's your current age?
Elisanor: Are you really asking us that?
Wow. Talk about no common sense, huh...?
Frederic: *Glances at Elisanor and immediately shuts down question* Classified.
Elisanor: No, no, it's alright... I mean, you should never ask that kind of thing to a lady, but... *Sigh* Whatever, I'll oblige. If you must know, we were born in April 21. And, that's around the age we both are right now. We're like, 21, more or less. Heh, I'm just a little bit older than this dork here. Our mother just recently learned that we have most likely and certainly had a toxic, parasitic relationship from the very beginning... Ever since conception and development in the wound. Eh, apparently, we were that pair of twins where one dominates the relationship and takes away nutrients and... other development stuff from the other, and that's why one is a little stronger and more assertive than the other...? Yeah, that's kind of me. Well, completely me. But, let me just make things clear; it's not all
because of that. We've just made agreements since very early in our lives. I'm better with words, sorting out everything that needs to be said, especially to everyone out there, against us. Frederic takes care of us better in silence.
Frederic: *Nods* We share responsibilities. What is your favorite food?
Elisanor: I like wraps, honestly. Obviously there are a lot of things I like, but, We eat those consistently because they're so good. So many varieties, you can have them hot or cold... Ohh, I especially love them with olive oil. But... Ugh, when I was pregnant, it seemed like I was never able to get enough popcorn
. Even though I hate the damn thing.
Frederic: ...My favorite are still Riza Hawkeye's stew recipes.
Elisanor: Ugh, damn. Which he's not able to say anywhere else out loud but HERE.
Frederic: *Nods* Fortunately, my sister can replicate them almost perfectly. She went through the painstaking effort and practice to show it, and it makes it taste even better.
Elisanor: *Sighs, blushes a little* That's another load of crap that he can't say out loud...
Frederic: *Holds her hand* Okay. And your favorite drink?
Elisanor: I could drink blended vegetable juice for days... I especially like tomato juice with a hint of other fruits and vegetables mixed in.
Frederic: Pomegranate juice. Plain.
Elisanor: What else do we like, Frederic?
Frederic: Vermouth and absinthe. Probably shouldn't ask, but I'll ask anyway... Who is your lover?
Frederic: *Looks at Elisanor while still holding her hand*
Elisanor: My brother is the only reason there hasn't been a severe and particularly male-exclusive population decline in Amestris. Only he has been able to prove to me that men can
be good, loyal, faithful... devoted, ever-loving partners after all. And the only one to let me know that out there, people that truly care about you no matter what do exist. People that will follow you beyond their own needs and limitations... Beyond morality, beyond the laws of life and death. Even if it's just one out there in the whole world... Even if it's the person that you were born with... It doesn't matter, as long as such a person is there for you. *Rests her forehead against Frederic's*
Frederic: The only person alive, out there, to give my life any and all possible meaning... *Strokes Elisanor's face and kisses her* Well, that answered the previous question about the kiss. Now, I really shouldn't ask this either. But let's go crazy and do it anyway! Do you have a childhood sweetheart?
Elisanor: Frederic and I were born together. We grew up and raised each other together. ...No, there were no other people in our lives. Really, I mean it. I'm not making it up. Our mother, Lady Isabella Kientrav-Hedwin, belonged to a noble house in Drachma that had begun to fall out of favor. When her family fell, she left the doomed estate, and the doomed life, and escaped under the guise of a military soldier. Before all their connections ended, Lady Isabella pled for a favor from the Amestrian family that had been friends of hers for generations. Together, they orchestrated Lady Isabella's smuggle into Amestris. But they weren't able to help her further.
Frederic: Lady Isabella had no one in Amestris. No one except her first cousin, whom she hastily married to take an Amestrian name.
Elisanor: But our father had been branded a mediocre outcast due to his Drachman heritage. He had nothing to his name. By then, however, we were already on the way. Our mother came to understand the reason our father could live in the town where they did, unbothered.
Elisanor & Frederic: It was because the town was deserted.
Elisanor: Everyone had abandoned it in favor of more profitable routes, better resources. It was mostly just a wild landscape. The few people that stubbornly and desperately remained had to learn to fend for themselves. Gather their own supplies, get what they needed on their own. There was no time or energy to waste socializing. Because of that, 'neighbors' never really knew each other. When we were toddlers, my mother made it a point to leave my father, who had lost his mind to the effects of drugs by then. She abandoned us, and committed suicide in the abandoned orchards. The few residents left hadn't even bothered with the gossip. After that, we were left to grow up in absolute solitude. We learned to speak because my mother had been very vocal about her problems. About her life, about her past. She had nobody else to talk to. We were fast learners; we picked up on the language. We learned to stand and walk by leaning on each other for support, falling on each other. We ate what we could find. We cleaned ourselves however we could. Frederic was the first to find out if something was ever amiss, and he remedied it. We found out there was a world outside because the house had grown too small, too boring. Too frustrating. We learned to gather what there was of resources, and we learned about other people apart from us, by watching those in the distance. But we also learned that everyone out there would always be far away from us. They would never come closer. And we could never let them, because sometimes... Even the people closest to you could do you harm, or nothing at all, like our father.
Frederic: Using our voices, our talk, we learned to read together.
Elisanor: I picked names that we liked, and we named each other with those. We learned what we were to each other, what we were to the world, what we could be and mean to other people. Only there were no
other people. So we decided that we meant all of that to each other
. Because that meant that there was so much purpose, so much meaning in our lives, that had
to be the reason we survived and remained alive in that isolated, starving, barren hell... That had to be the reason life had abandoned us even before we were born. Because our love and meaning to one another made us so strong that we could take all that and more. But there was always anger. So much anger.
Frederic: Elisanor was the first to truly find and hear it.
Elisanor: I heard it. When I was six, I could finally hear so clearly, what all that anger and hatred wanted me to do to make my life better. To give our lives and our love a lot more meaning. I had been scared of that feeling till then, but it was offering us a way out. It was offering us the tools to take courage and go fight our way through the world. It was me who reasoned that a knife; a sharp tool to facilitate activities like cooking and other everyday tasks... could help us make our way through the world. Something sharp enough to cut through the darkness that had been holding us for so long, so that we could break through, and be free, let out into the world. I was the one who raised the knife and stabbed our father to death.
Frederic: We raided the houses for supplies. Even those where people still lived.
Elisanor: They were easy enough to kill; people don't stay very sharp and strong in a barren town like that. But, when a bastard tried to take me, after he saw what he'd done to his rations and his goats...
Frederic: ...I smashed his head with a tile. Elisanor helped me drag him to the tub he kept full of water... So that I could drown him.
Elisanor: We lived our lives however we could from there... Learning time and time again that no matter how sweet people seemed and how nice they acted for a while... In the end, it was only he and I together against the world that delivered us to nothing but test after test.
Frederic: Survival only of the fittest...
Elisanor: Or no survival at all. So... 'Childhood sweetheart'? Yeah; I think this covers it. Who is your favorite author?
Elisanor: Anybody that has ever struggled with any type of psychopathic or antisocial issues or disorders. Seriously--those are the ones that write the best
Frederic: Whatever Elisanor chooses is always very entertaining. What is your biggest fear?
Frederic: ...*Holds Elisanor's hand again*
Elisanor: ...We... don't like to talk about it... Brings back bad memories... It's not a pleasant thing. Frederic is afraid of a world, a reality, an eternity... whatever--any kind of possible existence without me in it. Without our daughter, without... Without me by his side. His biggest fear is that there would ever come a time where he would be forced to exist without me, for good. My
biggest fears are... To... To be alone. After everything we've been through... I just can't be without Frederic. He's given everything to me. He's helped me live. I could never be alone, because... Because I'm scared that... That, when I'm alone, I'll have to come to terms with... with how much I destroyed, and ruined his life, and his... That one chance of happiness that he had years ago, during a visit to Mt. Briggs... I was so scared that he would see that world, that chance, and think of that
as happiness... As a way of life, instead of being with me... Doing, whatever and everything that we do and have done until now... I couldn't imagine--I couldn't handle even the IDEA of Frederic leaving me for something like that... S-so I took him for myself... I've taken him for myself all these years... Because we are of each other. We are where the others' happiness and reasons to live and die lie. Frederic couldn't live in a world without me. I couldn't live... in a world where he's gone... and I'm left alone, to contemplate how... because of me, he'd... he'd be gone. We also couldn't imagine ever letting our superior down. Ever. The man that gave us everything, every meaning that we might have failed to give to each other... The meaning of freedom, being monsters like we were born to be; not having to pretend to be good... To help people, when all we want to do is destroy them. It was our superior who understood that and accepted us for that. We would never let him down; we would never disappoint him or not give him every part of us after he's given us everything. No. We'd rather die. Any siblings? Duh.
Elisanor: There was a brief, fleeting time, however, when we did have two sort of... adoptive little siblings. This guy played the good samaritan, took us off the streets like we were some stray pups that he could just take and try to house break, had us play with his kids and get to know them... It was pretty annoying. But, fortunately the guy finally died, and in the end, the brats hate us just like we hate them, so it worked out after all. Who is your worst enemy?
Elisanor: Well, let's keep it short, because there are plenty out there; any enemy of our superior is an enemy of ours. Whoever our superior decides to target, we consider them as good as dead.
Frederic: And, by connection, any enemy that threatens the public safety of Amestris and any international allies.
Elisanor: Oh, right... Egh, as military officers, it's our duty to protect national security and all that. Speaking of that, there's this damn annoying weasel who totally thinks HE can get away with anything and doesn't have to follow the rules, or even the superior... Thinks he's so definitely above it all. God, what I wouldn't give for a chance, just ONE chance, to rip him open and choke him on his own insides... Ohh, and don't even get me started on that Armstrong bit--
Frederic: Again; enemies to public safety and national security. Alrighty then... Who is your best friend?
Frederic: Besides each other and our baby daughter...
Elisanor: We can always count on General Takaro Hosaka! We know that; even if he's our superior, he has taken us in and given us all the support that we ever needed from someone that wasn't us. No matter what, or when, I know we can always go to him if there is something wrong. And he always trusts that we can handle whatever situations come our way. He trusts us, because we would never let him down. And we are the subordinates that he relies on. Knowing that he would put his life in our hands if he ever needed to is such an honor... Why would we ever need anything else? What would you do if you meet your creator?
Elisanor: You mean our other
Frederic: Not Lady Isabella, because she's already dead...
Elisanor: Yeah, I think they mean the person that created our world and all that? Yeah, we call her our 'mother' by default. Because... Because we were born and all, you know. It's crazy. Anyway... I don't know... What would
we do, Frederic?
Elisanor: Oh, hey, you're right! I mean, there definitely is something we haven't really had the chance to do... Some crazy, dumb people have wondered what it is like to kill a god and stuff like that... We haven't really ever thought about that. But, ever since we managed to kill our father when we were kids... And, uh, father figure... We have always wondered... What would it be like to kill our mother?? We never had the chance to do so. But, there is another mother for us out there. If we ever met her... Well, that question would pop in our heads a lot. What do you want to be when you're grown up?
Frederic: We're high-ranked military officials and alchemists, close subordinates and personal employees of Takaro Hosaka.
Elisanor: We get to kill a lot; get rid of as many people as we want! It's all under military operations, basically our dreams come true. So that is totally covered. What is your worst nightmare?
Frederic: Losing Elisanor and our family. Watching Elisanor's dreams and aspirations shattered, out of her reach.
Elisanor: Losing everything and everyone that we've worked so hard to do. Losing Frederic and our daughter, and... Ugh, if our superior ever chose anybody else to replace us... Anything that has the Armstrongs, too! What is your life-long dream?
Frederic: To make Elisanor happy and be by her side, always. Raise our family.
Elisanor: Our superior's plan will be completed, and once that happens... Well, we'll have plenty of quality time to spend with our family! We're going to raise our daughter to be an elite agent, even better than we ever were! We will show him everything that we have learned so she will be prepared for the world. Our dream is that she will become such a powerful warrior--she will be unstoppable. Entire nations will fear her! With her to lead the way in the battlefield--not Mt. Briggs! It will be under her
leadership that Drachma will finally fall, and remain where it belongs; at the feet of the military of the improved Amestris, under the control of our superiors! All accomplished by the lethal efficiency of our little Hedwin. What would you do if your dream came true?
Frederic: Um... For starters, we would be alive... We would live a good, long life...?
Elisanor: We would be the best agents that our superior Hosaka could have ever asked for; the military, too. Our philosophies from personal experiences would reach such good breakthroughs--they would become elemental things to learn for so many aspiring alchemists! Oh, and don't get me started on our daughter. O-our little baby would make us so proud! And Drachma would fall to the same ruin that it ultimately condemned us to. Okay, where is your favorite place to relax?
Elisanor: Frederic and I can relax anywhere, really. However, sometimes, after missions, and if our superior allows time for it, we like to check into a good hotel in the city where we might currently be. We spend a few days and nights in the most luxury that they can offer us, and just take it all in! It's only natural for us to relax, after all. We do so much, we deserve a lot more than people take for granted, you know? Last question, what do you do most of the time?
Frederic: We stay on perfect track of orders and assignments offered by both Headquarters superiors and General Hosaka as an independent employer.
Elisanor: And we kill
so many damn people while we're at it!! Ohhh, we have a blast, for sure. And travel, benefits, insurance, unlimited access to classifieds, they're all covered! Dogs of the military...? Ohh, yes; forever~
Annnnnd, that's all, folks! If you read through everything... Kudos to you, and, it makes me really glad. I sincerely hope that you enjoyed the twins, despite... Well, despite them being utterly crazy and sociopathic. I'll do another one of these some other time, with someone else I had in mind for this, that I'm curious about, to develop.