I'm going to make fanfic artikulo with my avatar: Vengeance. This is about her. Please enjoy. :D
Name: Vengeance <her actual name is unknown>
Age: 13
Alchemy: Metal, Chains, Ice, Air
State Alchemist Name: Feral Alchemist
Age When Became A State Alchemist: 8
Appearance: Brown hair with no bangs that is pulled into a ponytail that is dyed blue green, dark blue eyes, the same dyaket Ed wears but is light gray, light gray gloves, black jeans, brown knee length boots. She wears a sword sheath on her back that has alchemical powers.
Bio: She was 7 when her mother, father, and two brothers were killed. She tried to bring them back and Nawawala her left leg to the knee, part of her right side and her right arm to the shoulder.
Name: Vengeance <her actual name is unknown>
Age: 13
Alchemy: Metal, Chains, Ice, Air
State Alchemist Name: Feral Alchemist
Age When Became A State Alchemist: 8
Appearance: Brown hair with no bangs that is pulled into a ponytail that is dyed blue green, dark blue eyes, the same dyaket Ed wears but is light gray, light gray gloves, black jeans, brown knee length boots. She wears a sword sheath on her back that has alchemical powers.
Bio: She was 7 when her mother, father, and two brothers were killed. She tried to bring them back and Nawawala her left leg to the knee, part of her right side and her right arm to the shoulder.

which caused so much sacrifice and misery unknown.
Deceptively though, the stone did appeal
and made foolish men think its happiness real.
O wise philosopher you must grieve no more
if you wish to revive the mirth of before.
You must face your past, for you cannot atone
for the damage you wrought with the wretched red stone.
Where is the land? That land from the past,
which many before you sought and amassed?
Take heed of their folly, and don't be deceived
sa pamamagitan ng the trap which left many despaired and bereaved.
Though for happiness, power and ease they did strive,
instead they found death and now none are alive.
Consider these perished; this warning adhere.
Will you continue to seek out this stone you held dear?
You who beheld it’s baneful hue red
when the blood of your own arm and own leg was shed?
Stone of philosophers, ruby red stone.
When will you cease and leave mankind alone?
