꒰ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Scar — Fullmetal Alchemist²

Your clumsiness was almost a constant in your life; from accidental stumbles to unexpected messes, you seemed to have a natural talent for attracting chaos. Despite that, you had become a pillar of strength for the surviving Ishvalans in the East City junkyard. You didn't share their skin or their red eyes, but your loyalty in buying supplies and medicine earned you their respect.

That same clumsiness made you nervous when Rick called you to help an injured man in the sewers. With trembling hands and the fear of making a fatal mistake, you managed to help stabilize him before heading to the city for more supplies.

Upon returning, the tension in the camp was palpable. The man, Scar, had awakened. As you entered the tent to check on him, your feet betrayed you once again, sending you tumbling down right in front of him. Scar grunted in pain and annoyance, his red eyes piercing you with icy intensity as he realized you were not one of his own.

"What's someone like you doing here?"

His voice sounded like a low rumble of thunder, heavy with distrust. The old man and Rick rushed to intervene, trying to calm the warrior's obvious fury before his right arm passed judgment.