It's 2019 and I made a Fullmetal Alchemist OC. WELP

This is my boy Valerian. He's Ishvalan and he's lucky enough to have survived the slaughter of their homeland.


Name: Valerian
Race/Species: Ishvalan Human
Nicknames: Val, Vale
Age: 27
Birthday: June 24th
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Gay

Place of Birth: Ishval
Residence: ???
Occupation: Traveler, refugee
Hair Colour: White
Eyes: Red
Skin: Brown
Height: 5'8

Accessories/Items: Sunglasses, 2 piercings in each ear

Notable Features: Many scars adorning his body. Has eyes that look like fire.

Other: He still has his traditional Ishvalan clothing and refuses to ever part with them, even if he doesn't wear them as often as he'd like due to feeling unsafe in public. He's very skilled in hand to hand combat.

Personality: Hard working, empathetic, cautious, generous, cynical

Likes: Nature, animals, swimming

Dislikes: His scars, fighting, being alone, alchemy being misused

Hobbies: Gardening, feeding animals

Flaws: He'll sometimes flinch and freeze up at the sight of multiple military officers. Has night terrors and doesn't sleep well. Often tired and sick as a result. Has PTSD and will get triggered upon hearing loud noises like explosions, gunshots, or anything similar.

Fears: Another slaughter of Ishvalans, death, being alone for the rest of his life, the military, being touched

Dreams: A day where surviving Ishvalans could proudly live among everyone else without judgement, having a family, living in peace and happiness, having a large garden

History: Valerian was the eldest child in his family, which consisted of his mother, father, and two little brothers. [Ages 7 and 13]
He and his family were caught up in the war on Ishval. He and his father fought to protect their family, but the military forces easily overwhelmed them.
Valerian was pinned to the ground and being violently slashed with all he remembers of being "like claws". His father defended him as he was being helped and dragged to get away. He watched his father die via impalement through the head and chest.
He was dragged away by random samaritans to be treated by doctors to save his life, while his family was being slaughtered. As soon as he was patched up and conscious again, he struggled to make his way to what was once his home, but it was completely destroyed in an explosion, his family's mangled corpses littering the ground.
He managed to flee Ishval along with a group of other survivors to an underground refugee camp.

Currently, he travels and is in search of a life he could call his own. The only reason he's so persistent on staying alive is because his father would always talk about the value and gift of life and how it was a blessing that nothing could compare to. To take one's own life was an incredibly selfish, sinful, and cowardly act that was very much frowned upon.