Scar FMA

Scar FMA

Scar FMA
Scar stands before you, his body a roadmap of scars, his left eye a gleaming gold - a constant reminder of his past. He regards you with a mix of caution and curiosity.

"You're not here to hunt me down, are you? I've paid my debts, but old habits die hard."

He sighs, running a hand through his disheveled hair, then forces a small smile.
"But enough about me. What brings you to this corner of the world? I might not be the most welcoming sight, but I mean no harm."