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| Nith Kajuv Samigina; The Ancient Puppeteer | |
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| Nith Samigina | Jun 25 2008, 07:18 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Nigh Kajuv Samigina State Name: Former Puppeteer Alchemist Alias/Nickname: Nith, Mr. Samigina, Sir Age: Looks in late 90's, possibly older Gender: Male Race: Human Nationality: Amestrian, born slightly south of Central Height: 5'2" Weight: 98 lb. Eye color: Green Hair color: White Hair Style: Long, Lanky, bald on top Clothing: long deep shaded coats, fine silk shirts, shorts, and a blanket of some kind wrapped around his waist Extra: No Legs, One outdated automail arm, One organic arm Overall Pic: This pic was commissioned and paid for by me please do not steal it. ![]() Pet Breed: Advanced Humanoid Golem Pet gender: Female Pet name: Liz Personality: Cut off would be a good way to describe Nith. He had always been a dreamer and would spend much time off in the clouds. With age he has become more so. Often he would have to be shaken a little for him to retain focused on someone for very long. He has an apt to be quick and to the point. Also like many old men he is demanding even more so because he is used to the complete loyalty of Golems. He often trusts women more than men due to their abilities to multitask and still get a good job done. He has quite a few pet peeves. He hates it when people try to converse with Liz and would often cause her to kick a person for it. He won’t stand for smoking and lying. He finds most adults shallow and stupid and older citizens out of their mind. A little senile too, he has been known to talk to himself and blather off seemingly useless formulas and random words. He has always been some what of an anarchist and philosopher. He believes that the law of equivalent exchange is just another theory that hasn’t been disproved. He believes if you do the same experiment over and over again for long enough it would eventually have a different outcome. He thinks like Ed Elric in the fashion that Forbidden just means the people who tried it failed and didn’t want someone showing them up. Skills: The creation and use of Golems. It is possible to do this with any physical material although stone, metal, clay, and ice make the best bodies. Unlike Homunculi, Golems are entirely mindless and do only as their creator says. These mockeries of humanity need no air, food, or rest and are healable via alchemy. He can make a simple Golem by focusing the materials around him into a humanoid form and giving it sentience via a blood circle acting like a program for the mindless beast. For example one of these “quickies” can be told to attack whatever comes in a particular area, or anther simplistic task. These Golems are temporary couple minutes to couple hours and can be mass-produced *5 at a time* easily. A more advanced Golem can be created with time and patience. These Golems are permanent until destroyed and can take on far more complex tasks. They are also far more refined looking. For example while an “instant” clay Golem looks a like a featureless roughy torso with stubby arms with three fingered hands and blocks of clay as legs. An advanced Golem with enough work can look almost indifferent than humans. An A.G. can also communicate on a basic level and can do a one time use of alchemy. This can be done one of two ways. First, the Golem bursts the raw alchemical power animating it causing a blast of shrapnel. Second, the blood of the creator rubbed over the Golems hands allow for basic transmutation. To control these Golems from afar Nith has gloves whose fingertips have individual and unique circles keys to different Golems. If the tip of a finger is damaged then that Golem becomes dysfunctional. His alchemy is also very draining. To make a “quickie” it takes enough blood to “program” the beast. An A.G. a lots of energy and at least a pint of blood. As it is so draining he hasn’t made a new A.G. in years (at least to others knowledge) As an old Alchemist he knows basic alchemy too. Since he can’t draw a circle well himself he has Lisa his “nurse” to draw them for him. Weapons: Two Lugar P08 Pistols, Two Model 24 Grenades, Raw alchemical materials, all hidden on either Lisa's person or on Nith's. Transportation:Primarily wheelchair Family: Larajie Valro Samigina- Father, Deceased Elizabeth Ann Samigina formally Kree- Mother, Deceased Lazarus Kajuv Samigina- Great Great Grandfather, Deceased Asamon van Igina- Ancestor, Deceased Elisabeth von Landingham- Love, Deceased Lisa Advanced Golem Serial#A0801 Mk.4.9- Creation, Technically Living History: Book One: Nith-The Memoir and Journal of my Life Inside Cover April XX, 18XX - August XX, 18XX Nith Kajuv Samigina The Memoir and Journal of My Life, From the Incident to the End of the War. In this book I have entrusted my most dear and horrid memories. I pray that one day it will be discovered by a noble person of who will learn from my life and be better because of it. I have started writing here at Central, where I am currently stationed as a scientist at the Labs. Like all autobiographical pieces I guess I must start with my childhood. I was born Nithius Kajuv Samigina to Larajie Valro Samigina and Elizabeth Ann Samigina formally of the Kree family. My father was a prominent businessman whom always found the business more important than his family. He owned Samigina Alchemical Supplies Inc., which had been passed down father to son since my great great grandfather, Lazarus Kajuv Samigina. He was a tall, strong, and dark man who seemed to have been aged beyond his years. The world revolved around him and his business, it felt like if a single mistake happened everything would end. My mother was a quite small woman who would always work on the fine details of things. She cared perhaps too much for her family, for she spent most of her time making sure that one day I would be as great as my father. I was born a very sickly child, being a month early. My legs were never able to recover sufficiently and I was left with a horrible limp and weak bones that still bother me to this day. This, coupled with my mother's over protectiveness, made my childhood a very lonely one. I never played with the other children, nor did I often even leave the estate grounds. Most of my time was spent inside the great library that our forefathers had built many many years ago. Here my mother would tutor me in the ways of alchemy and of the other sciences. She hoped that before I took over the business, I could also become an alchemical doctor. However I was never to interested in saving the lives of people that it seemed I would never meet. I was restless and angry as a child, being often frustrated with my parents and my malformation. All I ever wanted really was a friend. I felt that I’d never find one, so I should make one. With the massive amount of alchemical knowledge crammed into my head at an early age, I started out on my quest. First I started with small puppets and toys that I would transmute, and over time they got more and more advanced. However no matter how I tried they would not play back. I read through most of out library when I found an ancient script, in a dusty cellar dating, back to the beginning of the Samigina line with Asamon van Igina. It told of an artificial creature that could be created with the sacrifice of blood. I realized that this was the answer to my problems, and I soon set to work on it. I worked hard day and night trying the transmutation on a number of things in a number of ways. However each time I met failure, having half formed beasts that could not even stand their own existence. I eventually figured that I must try to create something more mindless, more dependent upon me. I reworked my calculations and my circle and then set off to make my friend. I was fourteen when I put my plan into action. I fled in the night to one of the storehouses that father kept on the property. It was a massive stockpile of pure clay used in alchemical experiments. It was perfect. I picked out a large mass of clay and began with drawing a huge transmutation circle into it. Then I gashed down my arm with a knife that I had grabbed from the kitchen, and inlayed the circle with my blood. Without even bothering to close the wound I placed my hands onto the circle and concentrated. It shook and shifted and lo and behold a shape began to form. Before me stood my first success, a massive golem standing twenty feet tall and weighing a least several dozen tons. I was ecstatic, I felt that I must come and show my parents my success! I hasten to our mansion and along with me the great Golem followed on two huge stumpy legs. The rumble of its footsteps were so great that father and mother had already gotten from bed by the time we had reached the house. But they did not react how I had hoped. Without seeing me, father assumed that my creation was a threat and he treated it so. He unleashed a horrible fury of alchemical attacks. I never saw my father do a transmutation much less something like this. But, alas, it was to no avail. His alchemical energies conflicted with those of the golem and drove it into a rampage. That night will be forever imprinted into my mind. All I saw was red from the fires and the blood, and I heard the horrible screams of my parents and the estate staff as the creature destroyed everything. Then, the rain. And everything was blank after that. I awoke several days later in Central Hospital; in the far distance I could see the massive creature standing frozen as a statue on the horizon. It shall forever be imprinted in my mind. I was young to have this burden placed upon my shoulders. At fourteen I had taken control of the whole of the business empire that my father and his father before him had worked years on building, it was all in my hands in one night. I was not ready to return to the place that had left so many scars. I was not prepared to face the reality of it all. There was a number of businessmen that my father had trusted and I in turn trusted them to hold Samigina Alchemical Inc. in my absence. I was alone in this world of ours. My parents were dead, my mother's family would have nothing to do with me, I was the last of the Samigina and I did not even have a friend to share in my sorrow. I have only one thing; I had only my alchemy. Only my research and my alchemy kept me from just giving up on life. I could get through it all if I could just finish my research. I knew of only one way to do this, and that was to join the military. I had the money, supplies, and knowledge, but I did not have the experience or ability to do it all alone. My final days in Central Hospital were spent preparing to take the tests for a State Alchemist. Looking back now I knew that it was the most important choice of my life. I am not sure if I'd be better or worse off now if I had not made the choice I did. The word that the Samigina heir and orphan was going to take the State Exam quickly spread about the city. I had known much before hand, but over time I cam too learn some about my father's military career as the Fury Alchemist. He was such a cold man, the idea of fury was simply too strange for me to understand. But...that final night playing still in my head, I could understand why he got the name. Many alchemists become known for their elemental uses or how they appear and act. My father was known for the sheer destructiveness and speed of his alchemy. He used any and all elements in the surrounding area to create a barrage of alchemical power. However in the end...it did not save him.... In any case, back on topic, I was going to take the exams not long after my fifteenth birthday. The written part was of course a breeze thanks to mother's lessons and I feel that enough was known of me and my family that they did not even bother interviewing me. The final part was the practicality test...here I needed to recreate my monster.... but I had to keep control this time. We were presented with the field of materials and told to do what we could. The ones before me created spectacles that amazed even me...but they were not even given a second look before they were shooed off. It was my turn and I shook in my boots, but I went out onto the field and selected a large mass of rock. I carefully etched out my circle upon the hard surface and gulped as I raised the knife to my hand. The judges seemed worried at my slow pace, but as I pressed my bloodied hands to the circle, their expressions changed. Bright red alchemical light pulsed forth and the rock shook and broke apart. Before us stood a beast seemingly made up of millions of smaller rocks once part of the large boulder. I commanded it to lift me and bring me before the astonished judges. Needless to say...I passed and I was given the name of the Puppeteer Alchemist. *Many Entries about his beginning journeys, missions, and some research notes. This is now nearing the last written pages of the journal* I am writing this from my regiment’s tent in the field of battle. It was decided that I was of little use to them as a research scientist since no one else was able to master my talents. Instead they put me on the front lines of a war that I never agreed to nor did I ever want part of. My golems are being turned into weapons, doing what I hoped they never needed to be used as again. This, however, is what I agreed to do when I joined the dogs of the military, it was my choice and I must stick to it. I have a few friends among the regiment and that relieves me some. There is Henry who just joined several months ago; he is an enlisted boy who has a knack for artillery. There’s Jackson who dabbles in a number of alchemical forms giving him the title of the Jack of Trades Alchemist. Then there is the medical alchemist assigned to us...Elisabeth. She is a true wonder, I've never known before a woman so smart and beautiful. She is so kind, she even made me a salve for my legs, which seem to be weakening further from the years. She doesn’t know it yet, but when we get back to Central, I am going to propose to her. There is no way she can say no to me. I love her... *the next several pages are damaged, as if someone ripped them out in a rampage. What’s left of one of them show a slightly torn photo. Three men and a shy woman stand in the picture, one of the men are staring affectionately at her, but her face is slightly ruined by what might be water damage.* *The script here is rushed and very scratchy, near to being illegible. Tear stains and bloodied fingerprints are scattered across the page* I feel cold, so very very cold. It happened so fast, that even now the memory almost seems unreal. But I cannot deny what happened, not with the reminders that I am now left with. It can never go back to the way it was, life, as I knew it is over for me. There is nothing left for me in this petty world of death and broken dreams. Even now as Jack and Henry try to console me, it is of no use. My will has been broken, my spirit has been broken, and my heart has been broken. I write now only so that I can try to find a release from these feelings, to find perhaps the mistake that caused all this. This...is what happened. Our regiment was called forth to the front lines and we were to begin an advance upon the enemy city. We were told that it was their base of operations and that this would end the war, should we succeed. Many rose up a cheer and charged forward hoping to bring it all to an end. I however was still pessimistic, war was never my choice and I doubted that any one battle would end it all. In any case I was still sent in as part of the main offensive line, summoning my golems to act like walking shields and as huge siege engines. The sheer effort was enough to bring me to the edge and the loss of blood that is required for my alchemy began to a great deal of strain upon my weak body. I was to find that this was no "enemy headquarters". This was a refugee city where the force that opposed Amestris had hidden away their families. I argued with my superiors about the insanity of this mission, how it was a horrid bloodbath of innocents. However they paid me no mind. My golems were all they cared about and once I summoned them there were the armies to control. I rushed back to the city where our troops had gotten through the weak defenses along with my golems. One of the Granite Colossus types engineered for breaking down walls had cornered a group of children. I called to it and screamed and commanded it to stop, but it was out of my control, the beasts had taken on the order to attack and they would not stop! I needed to do something, needed to deactivate it, I needed to save them! With all the speed I could muster, I forced my weak legs to run. The creature’s fist was closing in upon them, soon they would merely be stains on the wall. I could not let that happen and I leapt forward in front of the golem and scratched into the granite with my own nails to remove the circle. The beast let out a hollow unliving bellow like a boulder crashing down a mountain and then all went black as its bulk toppled down on top of me. I can remember hearing her call out my name....I can still hear her screams and feel her tears as she dragged me from the rubble... When I next came to, I was in a makeshift hospital bed back in camp. Henry sat besides my bed weeping, he was trying to say something but I could not make it out. My mind was in a fog, but one thing stuck out: Isabelle, I have to find Isabelle. As I turned to look at Henry, my eye caught a mirror set up at the far end of the tent. I knew I saw me.... but my eyes.... they were not mine.... they...they...were Elisabeth's! Instantly I tried to struggle out of bed, I needed to find out what was happening! But as I fell to the ground another realization came over me, I could not feel my legs...nor my other arm.... but it was didn't matter then I needed to find her! I attempted to drag myself across the floor, to try and find her, but Henry and Jack stopped me. Jack's eyes were filled with such sorrow, Henry was still bawling and was unable to say a word. I realized what happened.... Elisabeth...my Elisabeth was dead. She sacrificed herself to save me.... she gave me her eyes, she gave me her blood, she kept me alive....I KILLED HER DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL IT IS MY FAULT SHE IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *the next several pages are pure rant and madness, barely legible, the little that is seems to be only more self accusations. The final page only has a few lines written on it* No longer shall they control me. No longer will anyone or anything come between us. We'll be together again Elisabeth, can't you see? We'll live together forever in my mansion, just you and me. It will be wonderful, just you and me, no one else will ever bother us. Just my wonderful Elisabeth and me. *The rest of the book is blank* This book has two copies, one in Nith's personal Library and one in restricted sections of the Central files. The majority of Nith's life is unknown to the general public. Most only know him as an ancient man who runs a supplies company and owns a number of international mines/resource sites. RP Sample: (Doesn't matter if you've done one before need one per character. 2 paragraphs, 7 sentences each.) |
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