Name: Noriko Katan A.K.A Nori
Age: Same as Edward
Looks:
http://hyuugalover926.deviantart.com/#/d32gsra History: To Be Revealed
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To get, we must give, that?s what my father and mother always told me. My father was a well respected Alchemist of our small village of Knocksburt, and my mother was known for her amazing abilities to cook, clean, garden and sew. She could also fight, and fight well.
My parents met in a quarrel in the village between two men, which had gotten a bit out of hand. My mother had been asked to break up the fight, using her own fists if necessary, and her father was called in for any injuries he could treat.
After than evening, they became inseparable. The spent every moment of the day together and eventually tied the knot and moved in together in an antiquated house. Together they gave birth to a baby, a small girl, born 6 weeks early, not expected to live.
After 4 years she had survived, this little girl, who was a small child at the time, had become a lovely little girl. This girl, I was very familiar with, this small girl. She went by the name of Noriko Murray.
That was me.
We were a happy family, my mother Nolina, my father Jezebel and me. Until it happened.
The War.
It was a long struggle that war. The Ishvalin war was a standoff between the Ishvalin and the State Alchemists, thousands died many at the hands of my father.
My father had just become a State Alchemist and we were celebrating his accomplishment on a jubilant summer day. I was 5 and a half now.
Then out of nowhere the door was forced in, the wood splintering. My mother clutched my shivering body close and my father stood arms out in front of the two of us. When the dust cleared we saw that my father was standing salute.
?Sir!?
?You have been drafted!? Came the Colonel?s strict and bellowing voice.
?Sir?? My father questioned. ?I thought-?
?You thought wrong.?
?Sir! I have a family!? He said his hand gesturing to his cowering daughter and wife.
?Then maybe you might be able to actually do something good for them.? He said turning and walking out of the door. He stopped at the splintered doorway.
?You?re going to Ishval tomorrow.? He said and was gone.
My father?s shoulders sunk.
?Yes, sir.? Was his somber reply. He was unable to say no to his boss, lest he loose his state alchemy certification.
When he finally came back I was a sprouting 7 year old. I ran and greeted my father, but he was not the same man who had nearly cried as he left the house three years ago.
He was warped.
Not himself, not the same man my mother fell head over heels for.
Never again will he be that way.
He had become interested in human alchemy, a taboo among alchemists.
His Goal?
The perfect Militant.
A soldier that could perform transmutation and completely bypass Equivalent Exchange completely. One that could go for days without food or water and one that will obey any orders in an instant with no question.
His experiments? That was my mother and I.
After many months, one morning my mother awoke me before the sun had reached the horizon and took me in her arms. Together we ran and started a new life in the small town of Breys. My mother worked as a doctor, using normal practices, not able to, or almost refusing to use Alchemic practices.
One dreary drizzly day the sky set out a small mist in the air. I was 9 years old now. I answered a weak knock on my door. I answered the knocking, and saw an older man; he seemed all too familiar with that one blue streak sticking out of the top of his grayed hair.
?Dad?? I asked. He nodded smiling his amazing glimmering smile.
My father took me to Central where he lived now, where my mother couldn?t find us, couldn?t find me. My father opened the door to a somber looking lab, known as Lab 5. I was at first in charge of cleaning and cooking for everybody there, then one year the State Alchemists came to the door. When he had nothing more to show them the main Colonel sighed.
?Listen, we know your theory, you have showed its solidness over and over again.? He said his hands on his hips. I ventured out to see what was going on. I peered from behind a doorway.
?But we need a living experiment.? He said. My father instantly turned to face me.
?Father?no.? I pleaded him the next day when the question came up.
?Come on Nori, do it, for your father.? He said.
?I won?t do it.?
?You don?t have a choice.? He spoke grimly.
So it was decided. Since that day three long years had shot by, my arms, legs and chest are all covered with burns from the Alchemic backfires and bad drawings of the transmutation circles. Time and time again I tried to run, to run far away from him, but time and time again I was brought back by the military, my father thanking tem many times, calling me a little miscreant, even though I look sweet. I plead with the guards to let me go, but that only results in worse experiments from my father as punishment.
The final test was just a couple days after my harsh return for a twelfth time.
I can?t remember much, not now, and possibly not ever. The last thing I remember is my father strapping me relentlessly to the ground, repeating how it was for my own good and how much he loved me. All I could do was whimper in a silent plea. His eyes showed no emotion to my cries.
After that everything went white, I saw stars of pain and my neck felt like he had set it on fire, which he probably had. When I awoke I was being carried by somebody who had been running.
?I can?t let him do this to you I love yo-?Her words drifted off, covered by the multiple gunshots that rang through the endless air.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I was dropped from limp unmoving hands onto a downhill slope. I tumbled, clutching my neck in pain until I had hit the cobblestone. The wind was knocked out of me; I bounced once, twice, then finally stopped and stumbled upward. Suddenly gunmen surrounded my approaching father, weapons drawn.
?You are under arrest and stripped of your State Alchemist Certification! For the murder of your wife and the unsupervised transmutation of your daughter!? One called.
I found out later he was sentenced to death for his actions, but I did not stick around to figure that out at that moment in time. I had taken off running. I ran as fast as I could, just to get away. I had to start a new life, where people wouldn?t recognize me.
I had to go to the capital.
I will become a state alchemist there.
At just 15.
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Years have passed since Nori became an Alchemist.
Much has happened since then.
"Edward! Watch out!" Nori screamed. Gunshots fired all around her, suddenly everything was black. She heard Edward's shouts.
"Hey! Somebody help her!"
An unknown time passed when she had finally awoke to a girl wavng in front of her face.
"Hello? Miss are you alright?"
"Huh? Who are you?"
"My name is Lia Murray!"
"Lia? ...Murray?" Nori looked more clearly at the girl leaning over her. She looked so familiar, the brown hair the crystal blue eyes and...the blue hair laying flat against her head. She recognized this girl.
This girl was her sister.
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Nori was walking down the road with a small cloth tied around her brown short and now straight hair and a small basket of fruit in her hands. She bumped into somebody and fell scattering her apples.
"OH...I'm sorry..." She said she looked to the man she had bumped into for only a moment. She knew this guy, but no...it couldn't be him...he was too tall
"I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, sir..."
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