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Entry tags:
Route_29 Application
Player
Name: Malia
Personal Journal:earthykitty
E-mail: earthystrawberry@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: cantfytmoonlyt
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: Lt. Riza Hawkeye
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)
Timeline: After Riza speaks to Pride and gets a call from Mustang.
Canon Resource Links: Here’s Riza’s wiki page.
Personality: Riza is a rather quiet, collected, and somewhat stern woman. She takes her position in the military very seriously and is known for keeping her superior officer Colonel Roy Mustang in line. While she was more timid as a teenager, her time in the military and strictly on the front lines during the Ishvalan Civil War has had quite an effect on her and caused her to become more stone-hearted. To her colleagues, Riza is an example of a perfect soldier, who is very well disciplined and rational. While on the job, she always appears very professional and rarely if ever takes time to relax from her work. Riza also has very strict control over her emotions, and it takes a rather intense event to get her to lose her cool.
While she may seem strict and rigid to most people, those who know her well know that there’s a soft side to her that she just doesn’t show that often. Riza does tend to be softer around children, which can be seen when she interacts with Edward and Alphonse Elric along with Winry Rockbell. She also shows affection towards her dog, Black Hayate, and the wiki really sums up her relationship with him the best. “Her interactions with Hayate can be seen as a metaphor for all of her significant personal relationships—a stern hand and demanding nature tempered with genuine and deep affection.”
As stated before, her participation in the Ishvalan Champaign had a profound effect on Riza. Before the war, it was possible to say that Riza had a more idealistic outlook on the world. The war managed to shatter that outlook completely and has instead replaced such thoughts with more complicated ideas. At times, she shows mixed feelings between a woman looking for unreachable redemption for her actions and acceptance of her past mistakes and their consequences. When you get to the bottom of it, however, Riza really just hopes that future generations can look back on the mistakes she made with many other Amestrian soldiers and learn from them. I think it’s this wish of hers that enables her to speak about her experiences, which she does with Ed during the series while many other people involved, including Colonel Mustang, refuse to discuss it in detail.
Despite the horrors of Ishval, Riza remained with the military and was eventually assigned to work under Mustang. Riza feels it is her duty to protect those she cares about, and that this would be best to do while enlisted in the military. (It’s never spoken out loud, but one of the people she wishes to protect is Mustang himself, who gives her the duty of “watching his back,” meaning if he strays from the path he has set himself on, she is to shoot him in the back.) Riza also shows a very high respect for firearms, which she sees as “tools for protection” rather than “tools for killing,” which is something she explained to Alphonse. While Riza will not have access to firearms here in Route, I think it’s still important to go over her attitude about them. She is never seen messing around with firearms and only aims at something or someone she intends to shoot.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Not that most of her skills will be relevant to Route, I’ve decided to list them here in case of some kind event that may take place. Anyway, Riza has managed to develop excellent administrative and secretarial skills while working under Mustang. (Someone has to keep those guys in line, and she shares the load of paperwork as well.) Riza is also highly skilled with the use of firearms. She was a sniper during the Civil War and her marksmanship hasn’t waned since then. Her knowledge of firearms also stems to their care, and she can very quickly disassemble, clean, and reassemble many types of firearms. She has experience with the use of bolt-action rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, shotguns, etc.
Both Riza’s strengths and weakness stem from her personality, as she’s a rather average woman when it comes to her physical skills, though she may be stronger than many due to her time in the military. Riza’s tough attitude and collected nature give her the ability to stay calm in the face of danger, though like any person, she can still be shaken like during her encounter with Pride. It is possible for this to be a weakness as well, however, as some people might be turned off with her lack of humor and strict attitude. While Riza’s trauma during the Civil War isn’t explored much in the series, it’s only logical to assume that the events still haunt her, though it is in character for her to hide such feelings.
Riza’s loyalty and protective nature are certainly strengths. She is very willing to aid those her loyalties lie with and does whatever she can to protect people, whether they are personal friends, acquaintances, or just the innocent, unnamed people of wherever she happens to be. Of course, such traits can also be a weakness, as Riza wouldn’t hesitate to take a hit so long as it was unavoidable and would result in the survival of the person she was protecting. She is also a supportive pillar for those she cares about and she tries her best to push people in the right direction should they need it.
It’s always difficult to pin-point Riza’s weaknesses as she really does give the appearance of a strong woman. The main weakness what can be pointed out however is her dependence on Roy Mustang. While she makes comments about how useless he can be during the series, she really is emotionally attached to him and completely breaks down at one point after thinking he had been killed. Later, near the end of the series, she is pushed to follow her orders of shooting Roy in the back, as she sees him staying off the path he wanted for himself and Amestris, and while it does seem she’s capable of shooting him, she does comment that after doing so and after everything was over, she’d commit suicide.
Riza isn’t a very social person, and such a trait could also come across as a weakness. While Riza does have friends, she isn’t seen with them very often in the series and seems to keep to herself most of the time. Most of her social interactions are with her colleagues at work, and even then, she’s exactly the type to come and chat by the water cooler. Because of this, she doesn’t have many people in her life to lean on should she need it and often faces her problems by herself. Riza prefers to shoulder her own burdens and never thinks of asking for help with them while at the same time she does help others with their problems. While this doesn’t seem to be an issue during the series, it still presents the possibility for Riza to burn herself out.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer (Backpacker class)
Starter: Pidgey
Password: Ginger Snaps
Samples
First Person Sample: Video:
[The feed opens up to Riza, but the view is unsteady. She’s frowning at the devise, unaware that she’s broadcasting. The technology she’s used to isn’t exactly up to par with the kind she has to deal with now. A Pidgey can be seen on her shoulder, though the view quickly changes to show the ground. Riza’s walking somewhere.]
I guess there’s no point in trying to call anyone. Not if everyone’s like the rest of the people in that town.
[She huffs in frustration and continues walking. The Pidgey chirps a bit, but for a while, everything’s pretty uneventful. At least, until Riza comes to a large clump of tall grass. She sudden;y stops as she meets up with a mean little Rattata. She tries to walk around it, but it keeps stepping in front of her. She reaches to where she would normally keep a pistol on her, but grabs nothing. That’s right, they’re gone…]
Do you want to get hurt?
[Riza tries to step over it, but the purple rat just jumps up and grabs on to her leg and sinks its teeth into her leg. Riza cries out and reaches down to grab its tail to throw it off of her. Meanwhile, her Pidgey flies off her shoulder and confronts the Rattata.]
Damnit! [Riza had read the pamphlets, but the whole thing seemed more than a little cruel to her. Still, her bird seemed ready to fight that thing of its own free will…
Riza brings the Pokégear back up, still unaware of the recording as she tries to find that thing where it listed names of attacks.]
Use Sand-attack!
[The Pidgey obeys, though it can’t be seen on the screen. It’s focused on Riza’s face, though everything can still be heard.]
Now tackle it. Good job!
[It isn’t long until Riza lets out an exasperated sigh and the Pidgey returns triumphant. As Riza takes a seat, she sets the Pokégear on the ground where it shows Riza’s bleeding leg. She digs in her bag to find an extra shirt which she rips to bandage herself up. The Pidgey is on the ground next to her looking a little concerned.]
Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.
[She strokes the Pidgy’s head and it nuzzles her back.]
You’ll be needing a name, won’t you? How about Kittyhawk?
[A happy chirp. The Pidgey’s just happy that she’s getting a name.]
Kittyhawk it is then.
[Riza’s able to get up and she picks up the Pokégear, now realizing that a little light is on. Kittyhawk returns to her perch on Riza’s shoulder.]
What’s this-
[The feed cuts as Riza hits a button.]
Third Person Sample: Riza hadn’t slept well the previous night. Her encounter with Pride was enough to shake anyone. Thankfully, she had gotten that call from the Colonel, and her own pet Shiba Inu had also been there to provide her with some comfort.
By the time Riza awoke, the sun was shining brightly through the window. She reached over to where she felt Black Hayate lying next to her, but instead of his soft fur, she felt something else…
Riza snapped up and stared at the bird in her bed which awoke with a loud squawk, as Riza’s sudden movement had startled it. Songbirds were very common in Central, but this one was too large and Riza didn’t recognize its shape or plumage at all. That wasn’t what was bugging her though.
The room was foreign to Riza. It looked like it was designed for that of a child. Either way, she hopped out of the bed and looked around for Black Hayate.
“Black Hayate?” She tried calling for him, but couldn’t hear his tags jingle from his collar or his soft feet against the floor. The small bird cocked its head at Riza before preening itself.
Riza next looked for her pistols. She always had one close to her or on her person, but she couldn’t find any trace of any of her belongings. It was as if she had been magically transported to a different house. No, a completely different town!
She didn’t bother to change out of her pajamas before stepping out of the bedroom. She searched upstairs, but found nothing. The bird had come out of the bedroom as well and it hopped down the stairs after Riza.
“Oh, you’re finally awake!”
Riza jumped and turned to the woman who spoke to her. She seemed to be about Riza’s age, or maybe even a little younger.
“Professor Elm came by to look for you. I told him I’d send you over once you woke up.” The woman had been cooking breakfast, and she put freshly cooked eggs and bacon on the table as she spoke. The bird that woke up with Riza hopped up on the table and started pecking at a bowl of biscuits that had been placed there before they had come down.
“Excuse me?”
The woman looked up from her cooking and started to repeat herself. Riza interrupted. “Yes, I heard you. I just don’t know what’s going on. Who brought me here, and how?”
“What kind of question is that? Now hurry and get dressed. You shouldn’t keep the good professor waiting!”
Riza was quickly losing her patience. “Who are you? Where am I? Is this some kind of joke?”
“Who am I? I’m your mother of course! Is this another one of your games?” She chuckled and turned back to the stove.
Well, Riza certainly didn’t expect that kind of response. This had to be a dream. There couldn’t be any other explanation! But everything was too vivid. Riza could hear people moving around outside and feel the wooden floor beneath her feet. She could smell the food on the table. She pinched her own arm, and she felt pain.
“What are you waiting for, sweet-heart? Are you feeling sick?”
“You’re not my mother. Tell me, what is this place? How did I get here?” Riza’s voice was stern.
The woman ignored her completely and started to repeat herself again. Riza wouldn’t be getting any answers here. She ran back upstairs and found some clothes to change into. They certainly weren’t hers, but they fit her well enough and there was nothing else for her to use. She found the backpack on the chair by the desk and looked through the contents. There were mundane objects like toothpaste and towels and other objects that Riza didn’t recognize. Before too long, she found the pamphlets and took some time to carefully flip through them while the bird had managed to come back up the stairs and take a seat next to her on the bed.
Riza frowned after reading through the information. It was absolutely ridiculous! They had gone on and on about these “Pokémon” creatures, but failed to explain exactly what they were. It was also alarming to see that they were pushing the reader to make these creatures fight and just calling it “training.” She had also looked at the map, but it couldn’t be correct. At least, it didn’t match any map she knew of Amestris. She sighed and looked down at the bird, which had rested its head on Riza’s leg to request some affection. Riza’s thoughts were still centered on finding out what was going on so she could get back to Central and her real pet, though now that she looked down at this bird, she couldn’t help but feel like she was responsible for it. She reached down and gently stroked its head with her finger, and the bird responded by chirping happily. It was rather small and it seemed attached to her already, so she figured she could take care of it. From what the pamphlets said, it seemed it was hers to care for anyway.
After packing everything back in the bag, she slung it over her shoulder and started out the door. The bird followed behind and managed to snag a place to perch on Riza’s shoulder. Riza’s hopes weren’t high, but she’d start with questioning the people around the town to see what else she could learn. Hopefully she’d have better luck than with her “mother.”
Name: Malia
Personal Journal:
earthykittyE-mail: earthystrawberry@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: cantfytmoonlyt
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: Lt. Riza Hawkeye
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)
Timeline: After Riza speaks to Pride and gets a call from Mustang.
Canon Resource Links: Here’s Riza’s wiki page.
Personality: Riza is a rather quiet, collected, and somewhat stern woman. She takes her position in the military very seriously and is known for keeping her superior officer Colonel Roy Mustang in line. While she was more timid as a teenager, her time in the military and strictly on the front lines during the Ishvalan Civil War has had quite an effect on her and caused her to become more stone-hearted. To her colleagues, Riza is an example of a perfect soldier, who is very well disciplined and rational. While on the job, she always appears very professional and rarely if ever takes time to relax from her work. Riza also has very strict control over her emotions, and it takes a rather intense event to get her to lose her cool.
While she may seem strict and rigid to most people, those who know her well know that there’s a soft side to her that she just doesn’t show that often. Riza does tend to be softer around children, which can be seen when she interacts with Edward and Alphonse Elric along with Winry Rockbell. She also shows affection towards her dog, Black Hayate, and the wiki really sums up her relationship with him the best. “Her interactions with Hayate can be seen as a metaphor for all of her significant personal relationships—a stern hand and demanding nature tempered with genuine and deep affection.”
As stated before, her participation in the Ishvalan Champaign had a profound effect on Riza. Before the war, it was possible to say that Riza had a more idealistic outlook on the world. The war managed to shatter that outlook completely and has instead replaced such thoughts with more complicated ideas. At times, she shows mixed feelings between a woman looking for unreachable redemption for her actions and acceptance of her past mistakes and their consequences. When you get to the bottom of it, however, Riza really just hopes that future generations can look back on the mistakes she made with many other Amestrian soldiers and learn from them. I think it’s this wish of hers that enables her to speak about her experiences, which she does with Ed during the series while many other people involved, including Colonel Mustang, refuse to discuss it in detail.
Despite the horrors of Ishval, Riza remained with the military and was eventually assigned to work under Mustang. Riza feels it is her duty to protect those she cares about, and that this would be best to do while enlisted in the military. (It’s never spoken out loud, but one of the people she wishes to protect is Mustang himself, who gives her the duty of “watching his back,” meaning if he strays from the path he has set himself on, she is to shoot him in the back.) Riza also shows a very high respect for firearms, which she sees as “tools for protection” rather than “tools for killing,” which is something she explained to Alphonse. While Riza will not have access to firearms here in Route, I think it’s still important to go over her attitude about them. She is never seen messing around with firearms and only aims at something or someone she intends to shoot.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Not that most of her skills will be relevant to Route, I’ve decided to list them here in case of some kind event that may take place. Anyway, Riza has managed to develop excellent administrative and secretarial skills while working under Mustang. (Someone has to keep those guys in line, and she shares the load of paperwork as well.) Riza is also highly skilled with the use of firearms. She was a sniper during the Civil War and her marksmanship hasn’t waned since then. Her knowledge of firearms also stems to their care, and she can very quickly disassemble, clean, and reassemble many types of firearms. She has experience with the use of bolt-action rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, shotguns, etc.
Both Riza’s strengths and weakness stem from her personality, as she’s a rather average woman when it comes to her physical skills, though she may be stronger than many due to her time in the military. Riza’s tough attitude and collected nature give her the ability to stay calm in the face of danger, though like any person, she can still be shaken like during her encounter with Pride. It is possible for this to be a weakness as well, however, as some people might be turned off with her lack of humor and strict attitude. While Riza’s trauma during the Civil War isn’t explored much in the series, it’s only logical to assume that the events still haunt her, though it is in character for her to hide such feelings.
Riza’s loyalty and protective nature are certainly strengths. She is very willing to aid those her loyalties lie with and does whatever she can to protect people, whether they are personal friends, acquaintances, or just the innocent, unnamed people of wherever she happens to be. Of course, such traits can also be a weakness, as Riza wouldn’t hesitate to take a hit so long as it was unavoidable and would result in the survival of the person she was protecting. She is also a supportive pillar for those she cares about and she tries her best to push people in the right direction should they need it.
It’s always difficult to pin-point Riza’s weaknesses as she really does give the appearance of a strong woman. The main weakness what can be pointed out however is her dependence on Roy Mustang. While she makes comments about how useless he can be during the series, she really is emotionally attached to him and completely breaks down at one point after thinking he had been killed. Later, near the end of the series, she is pushed to follow her orders of shooting Roy in the back, as she sees him staying off the path he wanted for himself and Amestris, and while it does seem she’s capable of shooting him, she does comment that after doing so and after everything was over, she’d commit suicide.
Riza isn’t a very social person, and such a trait could also come across as a weakness. While Riza does have friends, she isn’t seen with them very often in the series and seems to keep to herself most of the time. Most of her social interactions are with her colleagues at work, and even then, she’s exactly the type to come and chat by the water cooler. Because of this, she doesn’t have many people in her life to lean on should she need it and often faces her problems by herself. Riza prefers to shoulder her own burdens and never thinks of asking for help with them while at the same time she does help others with their problems. While this doesn’t seem to be an issue during the series, it still presents the possibility for Riza to burn herself out.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer (Backpacker class)
Starter: Pidgey
Password: Ginger Snaps
Samples
First Person Sample: Video:
[The feed opens up to Riza, but the view is unsteady. She’s frowning at the devise, unaware that she’s broadcasting. The technology she’s used to isn’t exactly up to par with the kind she has to deal with now. A Pidgey can be seen on her shoulder, though the view quickly changes to show the ground. Riza’s walking somewhere.]
I guess there’s no point in trying to call anyone. Not if everyone’s like the rest of the people in that town.
[She huffs in frustration and continues walking. The Pidgey chirps a bit, but for a while, everything’s pretty uneventful. At least, until Riza comes to a large clump of tall grass. She sudden;y stops as she meets up with a mean little Rattata. She tries to walk around it, but it keeps stepping in front of her. She reaches to where she would normally keep a pistol on her, but grabs nothing. That’s right, they’re gone…]
Do you want to get hurt?
[Riza tries to step over it, but the purple rat just jumps up and grabs on to her leg and sinks its teeth into her leg. Riza cries out and reaches down to grab its tail to throw it off of her. Meanwhile, her Pidgey flies off her shoulder and confronts the Rattata.]
Damnit! [Riza had read the pamphlets, but the whole thing seemed more than a little cruel to her. Still, her bird seemed ready to fight that thing of its own free will…
Riza brings the Pokégear back up, still unaware of the recording as she tries to find that thing where it listed names of attacks.]
Use Sand-attack!
[The Pidgey obeys, though it can’t be seen on the screen. It’s focused on Riza’s face, though everything can still be heard.]
Now tackle it. Good job!
[It isn’t long until Riza lets out an exasperated sigh and the Pidgey returns triumphant. As Riza takes a seat, she sets the Pokégear on the ground where it shows Riza’s bleeding leg. She digs in her bag to find an extra shirt which she rips to bandage herself up. The Pidgey is on the ground next to her looking a little concerned.]
Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.
[She strokes the Pidgy’s head and it nuzzles her back.]
You’ll be needing a name, won’t you? How about Kittyhawk?
[A happy chirp. The Pidgey’s just happy that she’s getting a name.]
Kittyhawk it is then.
[Riza’s able to get up and she picks up the Pokégear, now realizing that a little light is on. Kittyhawk returns to her perch on Riza’s shoulder.]
What’s this-
[The feed cuts as Riza hits a button.]
Third Person Sample: Riza hadn’t slept well the previous night. Her encounter with Pride was enough to shake anyone. Thankfully, she had gotten that call from the Colonel, and her own pet Shiba Inu had also been there to provide her with some comfort.
By the time Riza awoke, the sun was shining brightly through the window. She reached over to where she felt Black Hayate lying next to her, but instead of his soft fur, she felt something else…
Riza snapped up and stared at the bird in her bed which awoke with a loud squawk, as Riza’s sudden movement had startled it. Songbirds were very common in Central, but this one was too large and Riza didn’t recognize its shape or plumage at all. That wasn’t what was bugging her though.
The room was foreign to Riza. It looked like it was designed for that of a child. Either way, she hopped out of the bed and looked around for Black Hayate.
“Black Hayate?” She tried calling for him, but couldn’t hear his tags jingle from his collar or his soft feet against the floor. The small bird cocked its head at Riza before preening itself.
Riza next looked for her pistols. She always had one close to her or on her person, but she couldn’t find any trace of any of her belongings. It was as if she had been magically transported to a different house. No, a completely different town!
She didn’t bother to change out of her pajamas before stepping out of the bedroom. She searched upstairs, but found nothing. The bird had come out of the bedroom as well and it hopped down the stairs after Riza.
“Oh, you’re finally awake!”
Riza jumped and turned to the woman who spoke to her. She seemed to be about Riza’s age, or maybe even a little younger.
“Professor Elm came by to look for you. I told him I’d send you over once you woke up.” The woman had been cooking breakfast, and she put freshly cooked eggs and bacon on the table as she spoke. The bird that woke up with Riza hopped up on the table and started pecking at a bowl of biscuits that had been placed there before they had come down.
“Excuse me?”
The woman looked up from her cooking and started to repeat herself. Riza interrupted. “Yes, I heard you. I just don’t know what’s going on. Who brought me here, and how?”
“What kind of question is that? Now hurry and get dressed. You shouldn’t keep the good professor waiting!”
Riza was quickly losing her patience. “Who are you? Where am I? Is this some kind of joke?”
“Who am I? I’m your mother of course! Is this another one of your games?” She chuckled and turned back to the stove.
Well, Riza certainly didn’t expect that kind of response. This had to be a dream. There couldn’t be any other explanation! But everything was too vivid. Riza could hear people moving around outside and feel the wooden floor beneath her feet. She could smell the food on the table. She pinched her own arm, and she felt pain.
“What are you waiting for, sweet-heart? Are you feeling sick?”
“You’re not my mother. Tell me, what is this place? How did I get here?” Riza’s voice was stern.
The woman ignored her completely and started to repeat herself again. Riza wouldn’t be getting any answers here. She ran back upstairs and found some clothes to change into. They certainly weren’t hers, but they fit her well enough and there was nothing else for her to use. She found the backpack on the chair by the desk and looked through the contents. There were mundane objects like toothpaste and towels and other objects that Riza didn’t recognize. Before too long, she found the pamphlets and took some time to carefully flip through them while the bird had managed to come back up the stairs and take a seat next to her on the bed.
Riza frowned after reading through the information. It was absolutely ridiculous! They had gone on and on about these “Pokémon” creatures, but failed to explain exactly what they were. It was also alarming to see that they were pushing the reader to make these creatures fight and just calling it “training.” She had also looked at the map, but it couldn’t be correct. At least, it didn’t match any map she knew of Amestris. She sighed and looked down at the bird, which had rested its head on Riza’s leg to request some affection. Riza’s thoughts were still centered on finding out what was going on so she could get back to Central and her real pet, though now that she looked down at this bird, she couldn’t help but feel like she was responsible for it. She reached down and gently stroked its head with her finger, and the bird responded by chirping happily. It was rather small and it seemed attached to her already, so she figured she could take care of it. From what the pamphlets said, it seemed it was hers to care for anyway.
After packing everything back in the bag, she slung it over her shoulder and started out the door. The bird followed behind and managed to snag a place to perch on Riza’s shoulder. Riza’s hopes weren’t high, but she’d start with questioning the people around the town to see what else she could learn. Hopefully she’d have better luck than with her “mother.”