Roleplaying blog for Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist (2003 anime and CoS). Affiliated with Isola Radiale. READ RULES BEFORE INTERACTING.
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Just your typical schoolyard bully--if that bully was also a bloodthirsty psychopath
Ragebaiting for fun and profit
Will find the nickname that annoys you the Most and only call you by that, forever
Ancient and childish
Has lived so long and in so many guises (professional shapeshifter)
Has spent entire human lifetimes deep-diving on one topic at a time, but also can be equally clueless about other topics
Has given every blade he's owned in his 400+ years of life a name, but good luck getting him to be honest about what they actually were
Good luck getting him to be honest period
Boredom is the Enemy
Lazy as all hell
Don't get between him and his margaritas
The existential horror of being a soulless revenant
P(r)etty
"Humans DNI"
I am so, so sorry about him.
Content Warnings:
Possible discussion/mention/themes of nihilism, binge drinking, murder, mass murder, sadism, masochism, dehumanization, depersonalization, child death, body horror, necromancy. Writer does not condone any past or present reprehensible actions by this character, endeavors to treat these topics with respect and care, and places heavy content under a cut.
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Hi there! I'd like to drop Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist ('03 / Conqueror of Shamballa). He was housed in Condo 404. (Maybe I'll re-app him someday, but today is not this day.) Thank you!
"Absolutely. Beyond the shadow of a doubt. One hundred percent. Whoever's throwing around university words like that deserves to get dragged through the streets by a single big toe. Because obviously they're just trying to impress people. Or they're an incurable egghead and need to get bullied anyway."
The stranger's tone — until now — Leshy has read as flirtatious towards the man whom neither of them has met, but now it takes a menacing turn, and it's clearly directed at Leshy himself.
And that smile, that unnatural grin...
Whoever he is dealing with, it is not an ordinary human. He can tell that much. Leshy is no ordinary "tree-bark man," though that much should be obvious by now.
𖦹 ... Mm. 𖦹
Another grunt from him, this one with a touch more annoyance. He'd have no trouble defending himself. Even without his camera, he's fairly sure about that.
For as old as he looks, his hands have hurt before, they have gripped before, they have killed before...
But he would rather it not come to blows. He would prefer to speak through the cards, and without them, he must use his words. Negotiation is how it goes.
𖦹 I am only saying... the man in the castle is likely to be much older than you. What you have to offer... might not interest him. 𖦹
Envy can perceive that this tree-person is indeed not ordinary. He's got incredibly sharp hearing; he's already parsed that the guy isn't speaking audibly, but through some other kind of means. Telepathic or some other weird power? Envy genuinely doesn't know--and genuinely doesn't care. He didn't care enough to figure out how he could speak in his own true form, his giant, dragon-like jaws unable to make the same sounds as a humanoid body. Why would he care how Leshy is talking?
As he watches Leshy backpedal, his earsplitting grin gains a smug, victorious cast. Yes. This tree clearly knows where he belongs: beneath him. Everyone is beneath Envy, according to Envy.
"That's cute, Treeballs," he returns, sing-song. Unfortunately, that irreverent nickname is probably going to stick forever. "There's not a lot of people out there older than me. But hey--new side of the Gate, new world. Who knows! Maybe Drago is older than four and a half centuries. I still wouldn't mind being his cute, young little wife."
The giggle he releases into the air is all malice, and back-to-front derision.
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The city has so far grown into a mess, every portion , for weeks on end has been nothign but dissapointing messes. One after the other. Its nothing new to him, so used to putting order in chaos, but he has no jurastriction here, and he thinks that he should apply to whatever is considered a police force to pass the time.
Training is not neglected in the least, but without a vision there is so little he could actually do but build up more muscle and stamina. perhaps like the vaulted grand master of the nation of freedom.
Idly he thinks he could be a habringer if he can wield two claymores at once.
"Be careful, there is a thief recently spotted in these streets."
Fuck his life. He just had to run into the one fucking cop he'd seen since being dropped into this human-infested shithole. Envy sidled up to the armored man--then side-stepped right in front of him.
A strip of brilliant light raced up his body. In its wake, his whole form changed--gone was the statuesque, androgynous form, and in its place was...a mild-mannered middle-aged mom?
"Oh goodness, what ever will I do?" Even Envy's voice had transformed completely; his snarky, rough alto was gone, replaced by a soft, sweet soprano. He didn't just look like an entirely different person, he was a different person, in every physical way.
Naturally, he couldn't keep the joke up for long. The stripe of brilliant light appeared, racing up his body again, changing him back into his preferred form--ivory-pale, statuesque, androgynous, with a head of chaotic deep-green hair. Envy burst into cackles, holding his toned stomach, slapping his leg.
"The way you flinched! Damn, the pigs in this world really are dim, huh?"
Reminds him of people from Californa, is the second nicest thing he could, but will not say. After all hair was free choice on the matter, and he likes his close to his skull and not a bother. His choice of hairstyle being reflective of his life style.
Of course he assumes that the guy is jealous. Envy gives his head a toss, sending his deep-green locks on a long, swooshing journey, before they resume their previous positions, perfectly, like they have a mind of their own.
Subtle shapeshifter tricks. But he'll never tell.
"If you have the choice to look fabulous, why wouldn't you? You--you've got the jock look going on, sure. But I guess you humans have to think about practicality or whatever. Since you're so weak that even hair can get in the way of fighting."
I regret everything. We are only making bad decisions. Teeny tiny starter call for this utter asshole now that he's in. Hard cap at 3. Hopefully I can manage more after the event is over (we will NOT be doing Rooted for Envy it's Much too soon to get that spicy in here). Please skim over Envy's permanent plotting call for trigger warnings commonly associated with this bastard and general things to keep in mind. Cheers </3
Oh, how he abhors the way he says that name, the way he relishes its taste, and most of all, the way he calls him... yummy. Leshy does not even know Drago Selcouth, yet he already feels embarrassed for him.
𖦹 Mm. 𖦹
A non-committal response. Though he should really hold his tongue, he feels the need to speak for the man, in spite of never meeting him.
𖦹 It is not my place to say what will or will not please the man. But it stands to reason... I'd believe he'd prefer a more distinguished company. 𖦹
𖦹 Think of it. He lives alone. He keeps a great many beasts around the house. And... he does not send invitations. This is not a youthful, 'partying' man. 𖦹
The way that ice seems to creep across the Homunculus's voice--even though his perky, cheerful little tone doesn't waver--speaks volumes.
"You don't think I'm distinguished enough for Drago Selcouth? Hm? Is that it, tree-man?"
Envy hasn't been bothering to fully face the creature, not yet. But as he turns towards Leshy, bears down the full force of his utter disdain, his grin widens again, cutting across his face in a way that can only be described as unnatural. No one should be able to grin this wide, not without splitting the muscles on their face. Envy is not, and has never been, a natural being.
"You know, you're a little too ugly to be having so many damn opinions. Why don't you start keeping 'em to yourself, hm?" The ice in his tone turns to steel. This is clearly not a suggestion.
Leshy stops rubbing the side of his temples, and moves his hand to cover his eyes, mostly so he doesn't have to look at the obscene gesture before him.
𖦹 The only thing I know of that man... is that his name is Drago Selcouth, and that he seldom leaves his castle. That is as much as anyone knows. 𖦹
𖦹 Although... there are those that say, the wild beasts that roam the path to Castle Selcouth... are under his command. His employ. 𖦹
(Why does he now sound interested in this Drago character...?)
"...Drago Selcouth." Envy speaks the name as if he's chewing on the syllables, rolling them over his tongue, tasting them. The downright hungry grin that spreads over his face indicates that he likes what he tastes.
"Yummy."
The Sin flaps a hand at the tree-like creature, instantly dismissive of his concerns.
"Yeah I don't give a fuck about beasts or whatever. I'm twenty times as deadly as any critter that Drago--" he savors the sound of the name one more time, "--could employ."
"He prolly doesn't think so, though. I cannot wait to see the look on his face when cute lil' old me comes bouncing up his path. Won't he be so pleased?" Envy bursts into a devious cackle. It's hard to tell how serious he's being, but there's a good chance that rolling up unannounced to have a tumble with a rich, mysterious, monstrous stranger is exactly what he intends to do.
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"Alright you weird-ass...tree-bark man." Seriously, what the hell was this guy? No shapeshifter would choose to be this ugly; Envy was certain of that. Naturally he had to be something else. "Maybe you're not the 'relationships' guy--but you've been here longer than me. Ostensibly. Do you know if the guy in the castle is down for. You know." He makes a gesture that can only mean one thing. It's rather lewd.
If any of ya'll are familiar with the Fullmetal Alchemist franchise, you know that Envy is a stone-cold villain. He hates everyone and wants everyone to die, pretty much. That's why plotting threads is the safest way to go with this guy. If you're not familiar with FMA (in any of its forms), well...welcome! And I am so sorry that shitty little misanthrope is your first intro to an absolutely beautiful franchise. I hope you enjoy your foray into the world(s) of Fullmetal Alchemist nevertheless!
I generally prefer to do in-depth plotting over Discord. I check my Discord more than I do the messages of each tumblr account. If you need to reach me urgently but prefer not to Discord DM, sending an ask also goes directly to my Discord.
I generally read people's rules, app, and stats before sending out starters; that's why I've put a list of Places for starter settings on all my blogs (cause I'm assuming everyone does it lol). I've also got this post linked on my pinned post and on my Stats page, for reference.
Before you consider threading with Envy, remember:
Content Warnings: Possible discussion/mention/themes of nihilism, binge drinking, murder, mass murder, sadism, masochism, dehumanization, depersonalization, child death, body horror, necromancy. Writer does not condone any past or present reprehensible actions by this character, endeavors to treat these topics with respect and care, and places heavy content under a cut.
Like this post if:
You want to thread with this asshole at some point at all
You're intending to pounce on my Discord and start the plot wheels turning at some point
You're okay if I hop into your tumblr DMs and/or DM you on Discord to get the wheels turning
You're still on the fence but you think this might be a Neat thing to explore eventually
Any combination of the above
Plot Wishlist and Relationship Types below:
Plot Wishlist:
Below is a non-exhaustive list of ideas I've had for things to do with Envy. I may edit this post occasionally over time, but it'll always be linked to my pinned post. If you want to do something different THAT'S TOTALLY OKAY; let me know what it is! If I've liked for a starter and you need plot ideas, you can always refer to this list!
Genuinely, all I can think of right now is that I want this little dicknose to get dribbled around like a sportsball. In past RP's with him, my favorite thing has always been for him to lose the altercations he starts. (And he so loves to start shit.)
Relationships:
Enemies: If your muse is human, expect Envy to hate them. If your muse is not human but desires to be, expect Envy to hate them. If your muse is not human but sympathizes with humans, expect Envy to hate them. Even if your muse is not human AND hates humans, there's still a non-zero chance that Envy will hate them! Envy hates almost everyone, and his contacts list has a Lot more enemies than anything else. That said: an antagonistic relationship with a depowered, temper-tantruming Envy COULD be a lot of fun!
Allies: Envy has had and does have allies. World domination isn't a solo quest, after all. If your muse and Envy can come to some kind of (spoken or unspoken) agreement that their goals align, Envy may consider them an ally, or at least a potential ally he can call upon if the need arises. Be warned, though: Envy has no intrinsic loyalty to his allies. If he feels like his allies have deviated from the mission, he'll turn on them in a second. If he feels like his allies have slighted him, or gotten in the way of his personal goals, he'll turn on them in a second.
Friends: It is very, very difficult for Envy to consider someone a friend. He is not the kind of guy to enter into relationships of mutual respect--after all, the non-human pool of beings is very small, and while he prefers the company of non-humans, that doesn't mean he inherently trusts them. A relationship of mutual trust is possible--but it is very difficult to build one, both for others and for Envy himself.
Romance: As much as Envy tries to pretend like he has no emotions, nothing could be further from the truth. He feels all his feelings very strongly. He has fallen in love before, although just like with friendship, it is very difficult and rare. Every time, though, he ends up either self-sabotaging, or turning on the person he has feelings for, believing that such relationships are a distraction, or a betrayal of his ideals and goals. At best, he'd be worried that such a relationship could be frowned upon by his "master," and that she would kill whoever he developed feelings for. All that said: I have done romance with this muse before, and it was a beautiful harvest of tension and angst. <3 It takes a LOT of planning tho!
Flings: Envy never left his slut phase. He's also pansexual as all hell. While I do not RP smut on this hellsite, it is definitely within the realm of possibility for Envy to have had offscreen physical relationships with muses. I vastly prefer that even these offscreen interactions be planned out between us writers, though. Again: message me!!
At first, he moved like he was in a dream. (Not that he'd had much experience in dreaming in the past few centuries.) Envy treated every sensation as some sort of fullbody hallucination, a side effect of his consciousness flying apart after being pulled--once again--through the Gate.
He didn't particularly care, though. He'd done what he'd wanted to do.
Dante had failed. Edward Elric and his shithead little brother had won. Envy had cut his losses, and taken the opportunity to jump into the Gate on Alphonse's heels, to throw open the Doors and demand of their guardians, "Take me to Hohenheim!" They'd complied--sort of, trying to disassemble Envy along the way--and he'd made it to the other side. To that drab, dingy world that felt devoid of life. The world where no alchemy had ever existed--the world where he'd been stuck in his true form the entire time.
But that hadn't mattered to Envy. He was just as adept at killing in his gigantic serpentine dragon form as he was in his cute, carefully-sculpted, statuesque form. And after rampaging around for a bit, and getting captured by a bunch of cultists, Envy had gotten what he'd wanted. Weirdly, the cultists wanted to use him as a toll to open the Gate? Whatever. The important part was that they realized the only thing that could pacify him was to feed him Hohenheim.
He'd finally gotten to kill his creator. Finally gotten to snuff the life out of the man who'd made, and then abandoned him. Finally.
Shortly thereafter, the cultists had gone through with their plan of using Envy as a catalyst to open the Gate from the wrong side. He didn't care. Without his powers, cut off from the energy of the Philosopher's Stones, Envy hadn't expected to live much longer anyway. Killing Hohenheim had always been the point, though. Of everything. Of him. And now he was done. He could die contented.
Except...he wasn't dead.
He woke up on the edge of an abyss. Okay; weird. He was beckoned into a car by a human who didn't seem...right. Okay; whatever. He was dropped off at a housing complex with a key, a brochure, and a...what the hell was this thing? Envy fiddled with his new phone a bit, still on autopilot. He registered that the thing gave off its own light. He registered that part of its screen had a tiny little typewriter keyboard on the bottom. That's about all he processed before he gave up, and unlocked the door to his new...abode. Envy walked inside, registered that there were multiple bedrooms, picked one without thinking, and closed the door behind him.
And then, it hit.
"Wait a fucking second."
He dropped all his shit on the bed, and patted himself down. Arms. Legs. Fingers, toes. His hair. His hair was back. No more scales. This was his body. The one he'd crafted. His default form. His cute form. The best version of himself.
"What the fuck. What the fuck. Why--how--how the fuck am I alive?!"
Envy couldn't have said what he felt in that moment. A little angry, maybe--except not quite. There was no need to be mad about being alive; being alive was his preferred state of being. He'd just...accepted that he'd have to trade his life to finally achieve his life's purpose. And it was kind of fucking frustrating to have his expectations violated like this.
More frustrating than that was the question that buzzed inside his brain, the only thing he could really coherently think, at that moment. A question that had absolutely no answer. Judging from what he'd seen on the car ride here (rifling through his recent memories like a disorganized box of photographs), this was not the right side of the Gate. It wasn't even the wrong side of the Gate. Everything was different. He'd wound up somewhere else entirely. Maybe Sloth's idle thought, the one that Dante had shot down, had been completely correct--what if there were more than two worlds? What if there were an uncounted number of worlds, accessible through the Gate by anyone willing to pay a high enough price?
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!"
But wait. Wait a minute. Wait just a cursed fucking second.
Envy already knew that parallel worlds meant parallel people. He'd seen that pale kid who looked exactly like a slightly older Alphonse Elric would've looked, if Armor Boy had been allowed to grow up in his own body. Which meant...if Sloth was right, and there really were uncountable numbers of parallel worlds...that meant...that could only mean...
"...then there's more than one of him. More than one Hohenheim."
In the privacy of his bedroom, a malevolent grin spread across the Sin's face. Well, well. Looks like his life's purpose was still unfinished after all.
Gonna try this again...! Here to app Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist (2003 anime & Conqueror of Shamballa continuity). His application and statistics are on the top navigation bar, or under /app and /stats. THANK YOU!!
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