Sane Lace Young

FULL NAME:
→ Sane Lace Young

AGE:
→ 23

SEX:
→ Female.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Rush Valley, Amestris

RACE:
→ Amestrian

DEPARTMENT:
→ Central Command, Head of Military Affairs

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ December 27, 1989




HEIGHT:
→ 5ft'10

WEIGHT:
→ 135 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

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DESCRIPTION:
→ Sane has extremely long, jet black hair that ends just below the waist. She has messy bangs and she never truly combs or brushes her hair. When working or fighting however, she pulls it into a high ponytail. Her eyes are a (as her peers/colleagues describe it) terrifyingly beautiful shade of blue fire, which is sometimes accompanied with black eye shadow to intensify that effect. Sane keeps her body in healthy condition; she exercises regularly. As a result, she is slender, but has lean, built muscle. On her body, Sane has two scars; one is from a blade and runs across her stomach, while the other is on her neck and takes the shape of four, short claw marks.
Sane always walks with perfect posture. Her arms are usually crossed over her chest or stuffed in the pockets of her coat. Her expression is stern, particularly because she doesn’t like people who talk too much or ask too many questions. Sane’s voice is one that can never be mistaken. She has a velvety voice, but knows when to use it to intimidate others.
Sane’s choice in clothing revolves around combat or the color black. Her daily outfit includes; a set of knee high, black leather military combat boots and with dog tags tied to the buckle, skin tight black pants, leather coat that stops just above the heel of her boots, and black tank top. Strapped to her thigh (hidden behind the coat, of course) is a four inch knife, which Sane has become very attached to. Tucked safely away into her boot is her disassembled pistol.



PERSONALITY:
→ Sane is blunt and gets to the point of things. She hates to ‘beat around the bush’—she finds it degrading and unnecessary. Unfortunately, she has a tendency to become pissed off when people lie to her. Her foster father is to blame for this because he lied about why her foster mother had ‘left’ them. Sane’s father divorced his wife, leaving Sane to turn into the stonewall she is today. Sane never second guesses herself; she operates on full instinct. However, she second guesses everyone else and does not take chances with people she does not know.
When it comes to strangers, Sane does not waste time to express what she feels. She believes that it is better to drive these people away instead of pulling them close. She has only one friend. When she previously worked as a vigilante, she lost one of her highly skilled teammates and closest friend, who died trying to save her. From that day on, Sane vowed to never let anyone become close to her, in fear of losing them. But she never admits to this because of how difficult it is to speak about. Lastly, Sane HATES to discuss personal matters. She has a very thin line of patience before she blows. This means that if anyone even attempts to ask her about how she is feeling, or possibly even how her day may have been, she explodes in anger on impact. The only person she had ever spoken to and confided in, was the very same teammate who had died to save her.
In short, Sane is a brutally honest and secluded woman who gets her job done. She does not waste time with bullshit. If she has a problem with someone or finds flaws in people, she does not haste in speaking of such. Sane is the truthful asshole.


LOVE:
→ Animals, Meat, Wine, Sleeping, and Cleaning her guns

HATE:
→ Social people, Emotional People, People in General (With Exceptions), Injustice, and Murderers

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Sane has a soft spot for children and animals.

IDOL:
→ None.



HISTORY:
→ Sane was born into a foster family. Her biological parents did not have the money or knowledge to take care of a child, so she was put into the care of someone who could. Sane grew up to be a wealthy, beautiful, and intelligent child, who was perfectly fine with being independent. She received exceptional grades in school and stayed out of trouble, until the sudden disappearance of her mother left her confused and lost at the age of fifteen. After her foster father divorced his wife, Sane started to become distant in school. She lost interest in learning new things and eventually ran away from her home to find a new purpose.
After eight months of living on her own, Sane met sixteen year old Ridge, a commonly known thief of the neighborhood. In time, they became friends, learning to rely on one another for protection, support, and trust. The two petty criminals took in five other teens their age and formed a group they called the ‘Vivid Vigilantes’. For the next four months, the Vigilantes learned how to disband local cargo of crime lords and how to set traps for criminals to fall into the hands of local police. Fortunately, their heroism did not go unnoticed. An old woman, whom was known for her work in alchemy, had taken in the group and treated them well. Sane was at the highest peak in her life—she found her purpose, found friends (for the first time), and once again was cherished with love and hospitality. This continued until the Vivid Vigilantes stumbled upon their most challenging operation ever held.
Operation ‘No—Go’, planned by none other than Ridge, took place at a seemingly abandoned warehouse at the end of the city. The team was dispatched into teams of two, leaving one member to act as a watch guard if other people were to arrive. Ridge and Sane moved through the east side of the building. There, they came across several heavy cargo crates. Just as Sane started to strap the boxes with dynamite, Ridge screamed. She turned and saw him being dragged back by something in the shadows. Panicking, she ran towards him. “Ridge! Hold on! I’ve got--!” The male rapidly shook his head, as he struggled against the unseen force. “No, damn it! Go! I’ll be fine Sane…” The teen girl obliged and sent a message to the other teams to vacate the area at once. With one final burst of energy, Ridge threw his dog tags to Sane and nodded. “Keep this going. People need you. I…I’m sorry I failed you, kid.” He smiled weakly before being pulled completely into the shadows. Sane frowned down at the dog tags and ran out of the warehouse. Once outside, the group was startled to see that Ridge wasn’t beside her. She tried to explain, but as she did, the building behind them exploded. Every single member’s eyes went wide. A few started to cry, but Sane stood on, the dog tags clutched between her fingers.
With Ridge gone, there wasn’t anyone to keep the team together. Everyone went their separate ways and decided to find a new life, a new purpose—just as Sane had. She, however, stayed with the old woman who took in the Vivid Vigilantes and resumed going to school. She decided that her best option (and to keep her dying friend’s wish), was to join the military. With full support from her guardian, she did as such, and has been serving for seven years now.





TRIVIA:
→ Sane is allergic to roses and kiwi.
→ She speaks fluent Amestrian, Ishvalan, and Cretan.




ALIAS:
→ Ronin

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ This is my first character.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ This is my first character on this sight, however I'm a veteran to RP forums, and role-playing itself. I hope people become interested in my character and that it won't become an epic fail.

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CUSTOM RANK:
→Head of Military Affairs

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- Your history doesn't explain much about Sane despite writing a lot. Just something about it lacks the element that explains Sane's circumstances clearly such as the part where the vigilantes are being killed off. That in mind, do put in some more parts in the history, then you're golden.

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