That's right. I came up with a new FMA fan character combining a bit of my own universe with it.

The day had come to a close for the most part in a smell oasis in the desert to the East of Amestris. Few people knew of it. The people who lived there had blond hair and gold eyes. Survivors from Xerxese. They owed their survival to a stranger who came to them in a great metal ship. He had green eyes and red hair. He was intelligent beyond them though when he arrived knew little of Alchemy. Though as time went on he learned and became very skilled. He worked for a time on fixing his ship. Though soon he fell in love with his new home, with the people, and one in particular. Andal. Then the day came when doom neared. He felt it. Using his great ship he pulled a piece of Xersese through time to today. The area thrived all be it in relative seclusion in a valley among the mountains of the desert. The Stranger and Andal were those leading the rebuild. One day though a strange beast entered the Valley. A Chimera. It's body in pain and it's mind shattered. It lashed out at anything which moved. Andal was fatally wounded defending others from it. The Stranger arrived in time to deliver the death blow to the Chimera. But Andal was quickly slipping away. The Stranger thought and thought as quick as his mind would work. Then he hit upon a radical idea. He told it quickly and quietly to Andal. Andal nodded and agreed. The stranger drew an array on the ground and placed Andal and himself within it. Then clapped his hands together. He then placed one on the array and one on Andal. The light from the Transmutation engulfed them. When it dimmed the Stranger and Andal were gone. In their place laid a younger lad. He bore features of both. He named himself Alliam in honor of the two people he was created from. He was the Stranger and Andal distilled into a single being. He had both their memories and skills. He continued on in the land. Teaching what he knew and learning what he could. Fighting several who tried to do harm to his people. One such fight lost him his arm. This slowed him down little. From his ship he brought an alloy and commissioned an Automail mechanic from the west to use it to build him an Automail arm. In another fight a dagger took from him some dignity. But he bore the loss of his continence well and made no complaint about it. Even laughed at a few jokes made of it. Today he still resides in the valley though he travels on occasion. If you want to know the details of his story then travel to this valley. Come in peace and he will tell you the tale.

Well hope you guys liked the pic and the story.