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» Birthdate/Age: November 28th, 1982
» Characters Played: N/A
CHARACTER
» Name: Van Hohenheim
» Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (mangaverse)
» Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Fullmetal_Alchemist_characters#Other_characters
» Canon Point: The moment of his death, chapter 108.
» Gender: Male
» Age: 450
» Orientation: Heterosexual - he is shown canonly to only ever fall for one person; his wife, Trisha, and they have two sons together.
» Personality: What Hohenheim is and what he appears to be are two very different things. He, on the surface, appears to be quite cold and restrained. He left his wife alone to care for two young sons and did not even return to attend her funeral. When reunited with his sons, the conversation is stilted and he clearly does not interact well with them.
What is shown by his actions, though, when you look more closely at him is that he just does not really know how to deal with his now-teenaged sons. He actually has a deep love for his family and he does not quite know how to express it. He can, however, see quite easily through other people's façades and can get right to the heart of their emotional turmoil. He usually helps them out by doing something that appears to be rather cold or even crude, yet when the truth of why he does those things emerges, he is shown to be rather compassionate (shown best when he lets Lan Fan go off to find Greed-Ling by pretending to letch on to her, letting everyone else believe him to be a bit of an old pervert).
He prefers to not fight if he can help it, preferring to try to reason things out - even with unreasonable others (e.g. Homunculous and Edward). He is pretty mellow and not too bothered about what other people think of him. This seems to be something learned over his many years of existence as he was rather less temperate as a youth (being quite quickly hostile towards the Dwarf in the Flask when he mocks his ignorance).
He is also an utterly hopeless romantic, who would rather seek out a way to remove his immortality to be with his wife in death than live on for eternity without her. He also has no compunction about weeping over her loss on more than one occasion.
He also shows his compassion and worry for others when he, unlike the one who shares his face, speaks to and befriends each and every one of the Xerxian souls trapped inside his body. He knows the wants and desires of each one and loathes using their power if he can help it. Tied into this, he has a really protective streak when it comes to his sons. He cannot really connect with them on a verbal level, so he does it by being their shield. Often literally. He will stand in the way of physical or alchemical blows to them and accept the hits himself. He seems to have little regard for his own safety and huge regard for other's safety and so is willing to be beaten down to prevent others being so. He even tries to take on Homunculous by himself in an attempt to stop him before the doppelgänger can go through with his plan and hurt his sons - and the rest of Amestris by extension.
His only really lasting human friendship is with the woman who would end up becoming the one who raised his sons after his wife's demise. Pinako Rockbell was the sole person (other than Trisha) who simply accepted Hohenheim for who he was in his long existence. She did not comment when he came back after so many years on his lack of aging, despite the fact that she herself had aged considerably in their friendship. He mourned the loss of her company when he had to leave her for what he knew would be the final time and she is the one who found him after he had passed on.
The others he made friendships with were the souls of the half of the Xerxian population that Homunculous gifted him with. He spent many, many years getting to know each one of the maelstrom inside him personally. He believed that they still had the right to have an existence as their own was ripped from them. He did everything he feasibly could to accomodate each and every one of them, catering to their whims and desires as best he could. This is in direct opposition to what his doppelgänger did and shows the stark differences between the two; despite them sharing Hohenheim's blood.
» Appearance: He appears to be in his mid-forties despite actually being four-hundred-and-fifty years of age. He has long blond hair that he usually sports in a low, shoulder-length ponytail with a few loose strands about his face. He is described as 'very handsome' by some of the women of his acquaintance. He has a rather defined jawline that is decorated with a cropped beard. He dresses in fairly formal, yet comfortable and practical clothing. He also wears glasses at this point in his life.
» Suitability: While he is 450, he has the physical body of a middle-aged man. As he will have no superhuman traits, his body will be that of a regular human - with no souls other than his own inside him.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:
[The man looks up from where he was kneeling on the floor. The small, contented smile on his face faded as he looked around. He appeared to be looking for someone, but unable to find them]
Trisha?
Trisha, are you there? I came for you. [He continues to look around a little, in search of this Trisha. After a short while, his face becomes more stony and he stands still. He pauses and presses a hand over his chest, seemingly trying to hear something. By the look on his face, he cannot hear it. He then spies something nearby, it is the device and he speaks into it.]
If anyone can hear me, my name is van Hohenheim and I am looking for my wife, Trisha Elric. If anyone knows her whereabouts, please can you let me know?
As I do not recognise this place, any information would be helpful.
[Seemingly thrown, he just plops himself down and waits, fiddling with the device. It is fairly clear that he does not understand the machinery. After pressing a few buttons, the device seems to turn off.]
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
The last he remembered, he was talking to Trisha's grave, kneeling and waiting for death to take him to his beloved wife. When his eyes opened once more, he found himself staring up at some sort of canopy and he quickly realized he was laying down in wonderfully soft sheets. Was this the afterlife? Would this be where he would be finally reunited with the woman he had been forced to leave?
Van Hohenheim pushed himself to a sitting position and saw the view out of the window a little blurrily. Wherever he had come to, it was certainly not Resembool and yet it had it's own charm from the sliver he could see. The very next thing he noticed was the lack of souls within him, talking to him, clamouring for his attention. He had gone four centuries since feeling so alone and while it was a relief, he found his heart ached a little. He missed the companions he had made over the years.
He then got to his feet, only to find himself nude and he saw his face in the mirror, still blurry from the lack of glasses. His face did not seem as hard as it had felt and he groped for his glasses. His hand closing upon them, he settled them upon his nose and looked about with more clarity. Ah, there were his clothes.
Pulling them on, he wondered whether this lovely feeling of satiation was part of being in the afterlife or not. It certainly was not a feeling he was unfamiliar with, even if he had not felt it in many years now. There was some vague feeling that he might have had some kind of sensual dream, but he dismissed it. At least, until he realised there was an unpleasant crusty patch on his leg. He had been a slave still the last time he had done that and he was a touch confused. He immediately looked around for something to clean it off with. A little water did the trick from the little bowl off to the side and then he set about putting his clothes back on properly. As he lifted his shirt, he noticed that he was wearing some kind of collar. He was not one for wearing jewelery, so he peered at it in the mirror. It was a little gaudy and he frowned at it, much more his eldest son's style than his own. He tried to fnd a clasp to unclasp it, but found none. He searched a bit harder and could find no kind of latch or even a weak point that he could snap it off. Sighing, he decided that he would surely be able to find someone soon enough that could help him remove it.
Now that he was dressed, it was time to go out and find some sign of Trisha. It had been too long.
» Journal:
organicmagic» Birthdate/Age: November 28th, 1982
» Characters Played: N/A
CHARACTER
» Name: Van Hohenheim
» Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (mangaverse)
» Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Fullmetal_Alchemist_characters#Other_characters
» Canon Point: The moment of his death, chapter 108.
» Gender: Male
» Age: 450
» Orientation: Heterosexual - he is shown canonly to only ever fall for one person; his wife, Trisha, and they have two sons together.
» Personality: What Hohenheim is and what he appears to be are two very different things. He, on the surface, appears to be quite cold and restrained. He left his wife alone to care for two young sons and did not even return to attend her funeral. When reunited with his sons, the conversation is stilted and he clearly does not interact well with them.
What is shown by his actions, though, when you look more closely at him is that he just does not really know how to deal with his now-teenaged sons. He actually has a deep love for his family and he does not quite know how to express it. He can, however, see quite easily through other people's façades and can get right to the heart of their emotional turmoil. He usually helps them out by doing something that appears to be rather cold or even crude, yet when the truth of why he does those things emerges, he is shown to be rather compassionate (shown best when he lets Lan Fan go off to find Greed-Ling by pretending to letch on to her, letting everyone else believe him to be a bit of an old pervert).
He prefers to not fight if he can help it, preferring to try to reason things out - even with unreasonable others (e.g. Homunculous and Edward). He is pretty mellow and not too bothered about what other people think of him. This seems to be something learned over his many years of existence as he was rather less temperate as a youth (being quite quickly hostile towards the Dwarf in the Flask when he mocks his ignorance).
He is also an utterly hopeless romantic, who would rather seek out a way to remove his immortality to be with his wife in death than live on for eternity without her. He also has no compunction about weeping over her loss on more than one occasion.
He also shows his compassion and worry for others when he, unlike the one who shares his face, speaks to and befriends each and every one of the Xerxian souls trapped inside his body. He knows the wants and desires of each one and loathes using their power if he can help it. Tied into this, he has a really protective streak when it comes to his sons. He cannot really connect with them on a verbal level, so he does it by being their shield. Often literally. He will stand in the way of physical or alchemical blows to them and accept the hits himself. He seems to have little regard for his own safety and huge regard for other's safety and so is willing to be beaten down to prevent others being so. He even tries to take on Homunculous by himself in an attempt to stop him before the doppelgänger can go through with his plan and hurt his sons - and the rest of Amestris by extension.
His only really lasting human friendship is with the woman who would end up becoming the one who raised his sons after his wife's demise. Pinako Rockbell was the sole person (other than Trisha) who simply accepted Hohenheim for who he was in his long existence. She did not comment when he came back after so many years on his lack of aging, despite the fact that she herself had aged considerably in their friendship. He mourned the loss of her company when he had to leave her for what he knew would be the final time and she is the one who found him after he had passed on.
The others he made friendships with were the souls of the half of the Xerxian population that Homunculous gifted him with. He spent many, many years getting to know each one of the maelstrom inside him personally. He believed that they still had the right to have an existence as their own was ripped from them. He did everything he feasibly could to accomodate each and every one of them, catering to their whims and desires as best he could. This is in direct opposition to what his doppelgänger did and shows the stark differences between the two; despite them sharing Hohenheim's blood.
» Appearance: He appears to be in his mid-forties despite actually being four-hundred-and-fifty years of age. He has long blond hair that he usually sports in a low, shoulder-length ponytail with a few loose strands about his face. He is described as 'very handsome' by some of the women of his acquaintance. He has a rather defined jawline that is decorated with a cropped beard. He dresses in fairly formal, yet comfortable and practical clothing. He also wears glasses at this point in his life.
» Suitability: While he is 450, he has the physical body of a middle-aged man. As he will have no superhuman traits, his body will be that of a regular human - with no souls other than his own inside him.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:
[The man looks up from where he was kneeling on the floor. The small, contented smile on his face faded as he looked around. He appeared to be looking for someone, but unable to find them]
Trisha?
Trisha, are you there? I came for you. [He continues to look around a little, in search of this Trisha. After a short while, his face becomes more stony and he stands still. He pauses and presses a hand over his chest, seemingly trying to hear something. By the look on his face, he cannot hear it. He then spies something nearby, it is the device and he speaks into it.]
If anyone can hear me, my name is van Hohenheim and I am looking for my wife, Trisha Elric. If anyone knows her whereabouts, please can you let me know?
As I do not recognise this place, any information would be helpful.
[Seemingly thrown, he just plops himself down and waits, fiddling with the device. It is fairly clear that he does not understand the machinery. After pressing a few buttons, the device seems to turn off.]
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
The last he remembered, he was talking to Trisha's grave, kneeling and waiting for death to take him to his beloved wife. When his eyes opened once more, he found himself staring up at some sort of canopy and he quickly realized he was laying down in wonderfully soft sheets. Was this the afterlife? Would this be where he would be finally reunited with the woman he had been forced to leave?
Van Hohenheim pushed himself to a sitting position and saw the view out of the window a little blurrily. Wherever he had come to, it was certainly not Resembool and yet it had it's own charm from the sliver he could see. The very next thing he noticed was the lack of souls within him, talking to him, clamouring for his attention. He had gone four centuries since feeling so alone and while it was a relief, he found his heart ached a little. He missed the companions he had made over the years.
He then got to his feet, only to find himself nude and he saw his face in the mirror, still blurry from the lack of glasses. His face did not seem as hard as it had felt and he groped for his glasses. His hand closing upon them, he settled them upon his nose and looked about with more clarity. Ah, there were his clothes.
Pulling them on, he wondered whether this lovely feeling of satiation was part of being in the afterlife or not. It certainly was not a feeling he was unfamiliar with, even if he had not felt it in many years now. There was some vague feeling that he might have had some kind of sensual dream, but he dismissed it. At least, until he realised there was an unpleasant crusty patch on his leg. He had been a slave still the last time he had done that and he was a touch confused. He immediately looked around for something to clean it off with. A little water did the trick from the little bowl off to the side and then he set about putting his clothes back on properly. As he lifted his shirt, he noticed that he was wearing some kind of collar. He was not one for wearing jewelery, so he peered at it in the mirror. It was a little gaudy and he frowned at it, much more his eldest son's style than his own. He tried to fnd a clasp to unclasp it, but found none. He searched a bit harder and could find no kind of latch or even a weak point that he could snap it off. Sighing, he decided that he would surely be able to find someone soon enough that could help him remove it.
Now that he was dressed, it was time to go out and find some sign of Trisha. It had been too long.
