I appear to be 18-ish years old, at least in my normal form.
You want to know a little about me? Filthy human?
I was the forth Homunculus created by 'Father', and I'm about 175 years old--I've lost track. I am an assassin, rabble-rouser, and general causer of mischief. It was I who caused the Ishbalan War, you know. Ah, that was fun! The blood, the death, the screams of those pathetic little humans as they lost their lives... Wars always put me in a good mood... And I get to start them quite often for Father. I am loyal to him, he's my parent, after all. I really do want the plan to succeed--but I can't tell you about that, you're not allowed to know yet. It's a surprise~!
Recently, I've been looking for our next target, and keeping an eye on our human sacrifices--oops, I told you more, didn't I? Oh well, not that it'll help you. Tell you what: if you escape quickly, I won't kill you, okay? Better start running~!
This is who I am
Envy is, well, envious. He is jealous of almost everything and everyone else. Deep in what passes for him as his heart, he even envies humans, longing for the companionship and love and care that humans have for one another. He keeps that wish well-hidden, though—he has no desire for the other Homunculi to laugh at him. Since he can't really become human (at least, not at the present) he instead chooses to violently hate humans, letting his jealousy fill him and fuel his anger. Consequently, he is fairly bloodthirsty, and loves to torture and kill humans. Even the other Homunculi say he's the most vicious of them. He takes particular delight in bothering a certain short state alchemist... Edward is funny when he's angry. And, perhaps, Envy's just a little jealous of how the brat is accepted even though he's made so many terrible mistakes. He's a bit lazy, at times, and doesn't like extra trouble if there isn't something interesting to be gained from it—such as the entertainment of a Fullmetal Tantrum. He's very vain, arrogant, and easily angered. As you may see, Envy is quite mad, and he positively revels in it.
By the way: the next person to compare his hair to a palm tree will die a terribly painful death at his hands.
Here's what I can do.
Shapeshift. I can change my height, my voice, my appearance, even my gender. I can also shift just parts of myself, for example, turning my arm into a knife. My mass remains the same, though, regardless of my form.
This is me.
My preferred form (cute, huh?):
Calais Reed
