#ambitiousflames

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

I’m thinking he enjoys staying up late to read alchemy books. He might sleep in some days because of this, and other times he can’t sleep because of nightmares from certain events. (i.e his mother, Nina, the Gate, etc.)

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

Probably failing Alphonse, which is obvious. Others might be the time he accidentally killed Greed in ‘03 verse. As for any other fears, I’m not sure. Maybe failure in general.

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

Touching from people he doesn’t know. Ed’s not too huggy. Also any sexual advances from anyone, usually strangers. When he first got his automail, he might’ve been uncomfortable from the comment he received but he never let it bother him too much, at least not on the surface.

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

//I actually agree. It’s hard to accommodate for several people with all different triggers. We are all different and each gotta take care of ourselves.

-- Neil heard the door open from where he stood in the back. "Be right up there!" He called to the newcomer at the door, as he made his way back up front. His fingers trailed the wall as he entered the main part of the bar.

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☀---}; Darkness. That was the last thing he could remember before he left this world. Everything else was hidden from him.

His muscles ached as he slowly lifted himself off the floor, strands of hair tangled and mussed from laying down. Coming into focus, his eyes viewed his surroundings, he was in a ball room, an old one too by the looks of things. The floor was aged with cracks and stains, dusty rugs were on the floor and withered torn flags hung on the walls.

As he began to walk, he felt a pull that was guiding him along. Since he had little voice in the matter, he went on with each step being like under a hypnosis. When he left the room and went out into the hot open air, he felt the sun beating down on him as it reflected off his golden locks of hair.

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"What are you doing here, Colonel?"