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[handsforhealing]

••••• Player
Name: Berri
Age: 27
Contact: taiyakinonaku @ plurk is fastest
Other Characters: n/a; also applying for "Eliot Durant."

••••• Character
Name: Winry Rockbell
Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist
Canon Point: Around Chapter 78; she is hanging out at the refugee camp.
Character Goals: Winry is a very tough and resilient girl, so I look forward to highlighting that here. I've enjoyed playing Winry in past horror games, where she was tested and gradually grew even stronger. I'm also just sadistic to my favorites.
Special Concerns: Nothing to note for Winry, really. Thank you for checking~!

••••• Samples
• IC Survey
Fill this out as if your character was being asked the questions in a network thread. If your character is the type to lie or minimize their response, that's fine! Show this with bracket text. This sample should show the mods character voice as well as provide information.

Summarize yourself in 20 words or less. I'm Winry Rockbell, granddaughter of Pinako. I'm continuing the family tradition of medicine and automail.
What's your home life like? For a while, it was just Granny and I living in Resembool. We ran an automail shop out of the house, so customers came over a lot to have work done. Resembool is kiiind of out in the boonies and is known for sheep more than anything. So people don't visit us unless they need maintenance. Going in to town is a long trip too, so it could get pretty lonely.
Our most frequent and annoying customers were Ed and Al, so we kept a spare room ready for any of their surprise visits. Growing up, those two were basically family. Since they left Resembool, it's been even more quiet than usual... I had to keep myself extra busy to make up for the noise they weren't making.

Nowdays, I work as an apprentice in Rush Valley. I have a spare room to use, but I honestly spend more time in the machine room cutting parts and assembling prosthetics. Our customers stop in even when they don't need maintenance, so it's kind of like being the party house in a busy neighborhood. I didn't have that in Resembool, so it's actually kind of fun. It makes Rush Valley feel like a home away from home.
Tell me about your favorite people. Well, I definitely love my family. My granny, Pinako, is a renowned automail mechanic. Being able to learn from her is probably any automail fanatic's dream, so I was really lucky. Granny basically raised me myself. She's a strong woman and I like to think I've learned a lot from her, both about automail and about being an independent woman.

As for my parents... They died when I was young. They were selfless doctors who went to a warzone and offered their services to anyway, friend or foe. I'm told they didn't see people as good or bad, but as people and patients. They were killed by one of their patients... I don't think it's because they were wrong. I think it's because that patient was wrong. And I think that patient knows they were wrong too. I miss them, but I need to be strong and carry on what they started. I want to prove to the world that they weren't foolish to choose helping over hurting.

And theeen there's Ed. And Al. Al is the better half of those two, honestly. They're my childhood friends and I don't think a moment goes by where I don't think about them. Don't tell them this, but I initially got serious about automail so they wouldn't accidentally shove me out of their lives. They're both headstrong boys, even Al, and they're too kind to intentionally hurt anyone. I love them both to bits. I worry every day that they're on the road. I know I should probably worry more about the people Ed is probably getting needlessly angry at, but... I dunno. It's hard not to worry about the people you love.

Oh geez. Sorry, I've been talking your ear off. But I can't forget my Rush Valley family either. Is it weird to call them that? Mr Gabriel is a saint to have taken a newbie like me on, and my customers are the kindest, most supportive people ever. It means so much to me that they all trust me with automail. And of course, I love my dog Den too. He's a sweetie. I've had him since I was little. He's looking after Granny for me, so I know she's in good hands. Or paws. You know what I mean.
Was there ever a "turning point" in your life? Yeah. [Winry is being evasive now. She can't talk about Ed and Al's taboo alchemy.] My friend, Ed... had an accident. In the Ishvalen War. He lost his arm and his leg. He and Al always blame themselves for it... and I know that it's not okay for me to say they weren't wrong. What they did... It was wrong. But I think they did it because they felt alone. If they had been able to trust me and rely on me, maybe they would have asked my advice. And I could have stopped them...

Anyway. What's important? It's that things will be different now. I'm going to become a top notch automail mechanic so that they come to me for help, at least with that. And instead of sitting around and being a hostage, I'm going to start proving that I can be trusted. They can tell me their secrets and I really can help them. I'm working hard to prove that.
Do you perform well under pressure? I'd say that I have to. When you're doing automail surgery, there's a lot of blood... lots of screaming, some crying... It's scary. I've gotten better at stealing my nerves for those sorts of things. If I lose my head under pressure then I can't do anything for anyone. It's better if I just put myself aside and do what I can. When things are over, though, I kind of... really need a break. Like when I delivered that baby in Rush Valley? It was like everything around me, except the mother and her child, just vanished during the delivery. And then when it was over... wham. Everything hit me. I couldn't even stand up.
If you went to a deserted island, what two things would you take with you? Whoa, wait. An island? Do you mean the little ones in a lake, or... You're not talking about the ones in the middle of an ocean, are you? I've never even SEEN the ocean..! Would I want to leave? What are they like? I've heard the water is bad, so maybe the first thing I'd need is... oh, but... hm... Okay! How about I bring Ed and Al? Thing One and Thing Two? Do they count? Then if it's an annoying island, we can figure it out together. But if it's one of those tropical vacation kinds, they can have a short break. Plus, you did say I went to the island. Like on my own. I'm sure I wouldn't go anywhere dangerous.
How do you normally spend a Friday night? Ahhh... Geez, way to call me out. I usually try to get my automail orders for the week done before Saturday morning, so I'm prooobably working. I know, I'm kind of boring compared to other girls my age. But once I have all of my work done, I can use Saturday and Sunday for me. I can make inventory pick-ups for Mr Gabriel and look around Rush Valley, and have a full hour to call Granny. It's easier to enjoy those little things when you don't have tons of work looming over your head.
If a genie granted you a single wish, what would you wish for? For Ed and Al to find a way to get back to normal. Not an automatic fix... just a way. A clear path that they can go down, safely. If everything was just basically fixed with no sacrifice, I don't think they would feel satisfied. They might just take off again to do something noble, to ease their burden. I want them to feel whole again, and not just their bodies.
Do the ends justify the means? I don't think so. The path you choose is going to affect everyone else on that road. And there's never really an end to anything anyway. It's just a temporary stop. You don't want the reason your journey keeps going on to be because someone comes after you.
How did you feel about this survey? It was okay? It feels nice to have a heart to heart every once and a while. Sorry that I talked your ear off... And good luck interviewing any boys. Geez, bet that must be like pulling teeth.

• Player's Choice
Please choose one of the following for your second sample. Aim for 250-500 words, though we'll accept longer samples.
Winry had adjusted to her new life... well enough. She couldn't say that the instances of monster attacks and horrific tricks were really up her alleyway or that she would ever be used to it, but she had... 'adjusted'. It was the word she had chosen to describe how she was learning to roll with the punches thrown at her and keep a grip on herself during the chaos.

But it was over, for the time being anyway. Hours had passed and the adrenaline that kept Winry on her feet and from allowing herself to be killed had worn off. She sat in her apartment, alone and with nothing to hold her sanity together. Nothing but the radio, which she was pointlessly tinkering with in an attempt to soothe her fried nerves.

"Yup... still working... Guess there really aren't any signals for it to pick up..." Her hands had started shaking a few minutes ago. Horrific images were replaying in her head, digging into her memory so that she could never forget. Some of them made her feel nauseated, but in general they were just chipping away at her cool. Even though she had confirmed that the radio was in working order, Winry routinely took it apart to soothe herself in these moments. When she was by herself and on the verge of screaming or crying, she would grab the radio and fiddle with it.

Slowly, Winry began to calm down. Her hands weren't shaking so badly that she could not handle the screwdriver and her mind eased up when filled with thoughts of mechanics. Wondering if there was any way to make the radio more useful or cut out useless bits so it ran more efficiently at a smaller size. Winry took a deep breath and set it down, standing up on legs that were no longer trembling.

"There... okay. Enough fooling around." She released the breathe and headed for the door. Her hands hesitating when she grabbed the doorknob, mind reeling over comforts and logic that would prevent another freak out. Then she twisted it to head outside. "I can do this."