#V:Crossover

[problems-of-immortality]

SHIRO FUJIKARA - CROSSOVER/NOVEL VERSE



V:WHITE SCALES AND HIDDEN TAILS

Height: 6'1

Eyes & Hair: Purple, White

Age: 1,046

Race: Pure-blooded Oriental Style Dragon

Occupation: Wanderer

Face Claim: Shirasu Kinjou

DEFINING TRAITS

CHARISMATIC

FLAMBOYANT

LIBERAL

IDEALISTIC

CYNICAL

REPENTANT

SANCTIMONIOUS

CALCULATING

INDULGENT

FORTHRIGHT

Shiro is a rather flamboyant individual with a flair for dramatics and a streak of vanity. On the outside he is collected, charismatic and polite, fashioning his passion for those few he cares for into a sharp point, while hiding his emotions behind a masked smile perfected over the centuries. Yet inwardly, beneath this confident, social exterior lies a tired, lost soul who constantly wonders how much more blood will stain his hands- but never does he forget the importance of all the lives he’s ended to get this far.

The biggest source of pain for him, would have to be the heart-wrenching betrayal of his adopted son, Arian, who he raised by himself in hiding for twenty six years. Shiro bore witness to Arian’s rather tragic birth, and when his old friend Kyouhei, grief-stricken over the loss of the human he chose, tried to kill his son in true draconic fashion- Shiro was forced to kill one of the only two friends’ he’d ever known. And when Arian developed an aptitude for killing small animals, at age five, Shiro should have known things would have ended this way, he should have known when at age twelve, Arian single-handedly tore three grown men to shreds. But he still cares for Arian too much, even after Arian literally stabbed him for having too much compassion.

He takes the appearance of a tall, androgynous male with wild white hair and remarkably rich purple eyes lined with black eyeliner, and he takes in stride the ability to stand out in a crowd. 

Beneath this appearance he hides his true nature, that he is in fact a pure-blooded dragon, an ancient and powerful one at that.

While he can appear human or elven if he so chooses, a few tell-tale signs of his true nature can give him away. He hides a thin, white scaled tail under his coat with purple fur on the end, and if his adrenaline is high, scales form on his hands and the tips of his fingers turn into wicked, five-inch claws that can tear through flesh and gouge bone with enough force. If he has nothing else at his disposal and is not exhausted, he can drastically affect the temperature of a room and freeze the moisture in the air. While his build is deceptively lean, his physical strength unshapeshifted is at least several times that of an average person of his structure, at least capable of breaking open a man’s sternum, but all of this power is limited. Switching back to his true form requires the freedom of space to do so- he can’t do a full shift while restrained.

Arian’s betrayal when the dragon rebellion in Nijiryuu was at it’s peak has permanently scarred Shiro -both physically and emotionally- and he hasn’t really given himself the time to process his own feelings of the event. He still suffers from amnesia of the period before and during his hibernation, but due to his brush with death the mental block is breaking, and his best form of coping is losing himself in the study of other worlds while trying to make sense of the mess his own world has become.

Sexuality: Demiromantic Homosexual 

This verse is great for crossovers, particularly ones that don’t take place in the FMA universe.

SHIRO, PALE REAPER - FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST CHIMERA VERSE



V:PALE SKIN, REPTILIAN HEART

Height: 6'1

Eyes & Hair: Purple, White

Age: Mid-Twenties

Race: Asian Water Monitor/Human Chimera

Face Claim: Shirasu Kinjou

Human-animal chimera are a taboo, but we know better than to believe any determined alchemist will follow the rules. Amestris’ government is rotten to it’s core, and rot will always draw in flies.

In this verse, Shiro was born Nicholas Crowley, twin brother of Cyrus Crowley. Their mother died at their birth- but their father, Alexander, raised them on his own.

A skilled civilian alchemist with a decent fortune to his name thanks to marrying into a wealthy family- Alexander was very into collecting foreign pets from Xing and other far off countries, and developed a fascination for chimera after meeting Shou Tucker.

He joined a secret ring of alchemists interested in forbidden or heavily frowned upon sections of alchemy- but when they abandoned him for not producing results from questionable sources, Alexander took his pets and his young adult sons and did the unthinkable- created chimera out of them.

Cyrus, who had been fused with a python, did not survive. His personality was too sweet and kind to really fit a reptile, and the mix turned out to be a fatal failure. Nicholas, ever the protective brother, loved his sibling- and was enraged over his father’s betrayal.

But Alexander forcibly took the remaining twin and chose for him his most expensive and dangerous pet, a massive albino, man-eating lizard from southeastern Xing. The fusion was a surprising success- a little too successful, really, thanks to Nicholas’ grave and protective nature taking a rather vengeful turn- and that day, the Crowley family died out. Shiro, the survivor named himself- And in turn took Alexander Crowley’s notes with him after tearing the alchemist apart into an unrecognizable mess.

The only evidence his killer left behind was a message written in the victim’s blood, and as a result the killer was given a moniker, ‘Pale Reaper’.

Not long after, back in Central, it was discovered that Shou Tucker had turned his dog and daughter into a chimera- and the whole debacle with Scar started up. As a result the whole story faded into obscurity and was promptly forgotten. Now, much later, rumors are stirring that the Pale Reaper has returned after the death of two state alchemists in the South with the same message. “Astride a pale horse Death himself was seated, and in his path Hell followed.”

What defines him from your average human is the abnormal sharpness of his nails and teeth, and a long whip-like tail. But with abnormality being a staple of the Amestrian way, what’s one more, right?

Sexuality: Demiromantic Homosexual

This AU is friendly to both Brotherhood and ‘03 verses.

[halforc-mercenary]

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔒𝔣ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯

When Mar would look out the corners of her eyes the world would blurr, move, twist, as if caught in a whirl while it turned, turned, turned wildly.  But when she would then turn her head towards this movements, what she would see was still, unmoving, dying like this whole world was dying.  It gave her headaches, a broiling silverneedle of pain  that stitched, stitched, stitched into her skull. Mar knew that pain, she knewn it from the nights she had spend crying in her Fostress arms after she had waken up from a dream that had been (real) too real, to not be scared and the pain she had after the dreams had returned as Azeroth had been ripped appart by the Cataclysm just as her head had felt as if ripped appart by the Nightmares and the following headaches. Since she had been thrown in this place, this foreign place that was not Azeroth,  the headaches and dreams had returned, clawing into her mind at every moment. Mar hoped that when she leaved this place- this world, this dimension, this time?- she would leave the headaches behind too. To do this, she needed to But at the moment, in the daylight with dust shimmering like jewels in the pale streaks of light, the headaches had moved to the farest corner of her mind as the Sellsword slowly made her way towards the castle. She had yet not drawn her sword, but one of her hands rested on the hilt. The lonely, forgotten castle loomed before her grey and scragged like a Wolf, ready to jump at her, or like a brutaslly broken body hidden under a greyed cerecloth. She had avoided the guards around the place as good as she could, but that did not changed the fact that Mar felt watched.  Even thought the woman knew, knew so well, she was alone, she drew her sword. 

[ @boredofcinder ]

[withmyfathersshield-blog]

@xmusiisms (Dick)

“Can you show me how to do that? I’ve only ever been able to manage three flips in a row.”

[bcgboss]

( @icarusburning liked the Starter Call! ) 

“Let me get this straight. Even in 2029, the Interpol has files on me and MSF?...” The legendary soldier asked the other as he looked around at the world he found himself in. He had no idea how a wormhole had appeared and sucked him in, but he did know that his time, as well as MSF’s time had long since passed. MSF having disbanded after ‘74 and himself ‘dying’ in 2014 in Arlington Cementery. 

“Just, who are you? What does the Interpol want with me? I thought I was done with that.” To say that he was wary of intelligence agencies was putting it mildly. Since he and MSF had been on the constnt run from the CIA back in 1974, Snake had gotten used to being suspicious. Something that the Peace Walker Incident only proved, it had been thanks to the CIA that the world was almost thrown into a nuclear war, and Big Boss had to step in and clean their mess. 

Just like always... 

[saint-of-swords]

starter for @universe-of-muses​​ - AIDEN

Mia’s travels led her to an unknown land. The land was vast, and the blossoms bloomed in full. People rustling and bustling about their days, everyone dressed differently. She noticed some stares... Some eyes drawn to her blade, some huffing.

What’s their problem...? There were people amongst her carrying weapons too, maybe because she was a foreigner. A messenger? A threat.

Mia kept her distance, walking over a bridge where she spotted a somewhat familiar face... Orange hair, sword, the figure seemed a bit more matured than she could remember... Maybe.

“Aiden! Is that you?” She approached the other, surprised. “Hey! It’s been a while since I last saw you! You’ve grown as a warrior!”

[stasisheld]

( @thewardenqueen )

‘King Noctis... I gotta say, it has a nice ring to it.’ Noctis thought to himself as he walked around the Royal Citadel. The rebuilding was going smoothly and slowly but surely, the residents of Insomnia where returning to the Crown City and that made Noctis happy. However, while looking around the vacant rooms he found an odd looking mirror, it was large, almost occupying the entirety of the place, the most striking features were the golden framework and the liquid like surface of the mirror itself. Normally he would’ve called Ignis and ask for his help but since Ignis was blind and he wasn’t around then Noctis would have to figure it out.

His curiosity got the best of him and as soon as he touched the mirror with his right hand, something happened. It was like the time when the Crystal dragged him inside. Noctis tried to call for help but he wasn’t able to do it before the mirror had dragged him into whatever was on the other side. The King of Lucis landed on a dirt road, he got up, dusted his pants and suit jacket before looking around and cursing out loud. “Damn! This isn’t Lucis... Where the hell am I?” Since he didn’t get any sort of answer from the Astrals or the King of Old he decided to go and ask around. And what better place to start than a tavern? 

But, his plan backfired. It seemed that without Ignis around, his plans sucked. And before he could even get information he was attacked by a group of armored thugs (dressed in literal armor!), he summoned his Father’s sword and made short work out of them but what he definitely didn’t expect was a woman (maybe a few years younger than him) riding on a horse and pointing at him with a pair of daggers. The King narrowed his eyes and pointed his sword at her. “Where am I? What the hell is this place!” He asked/demanded to know as he allowed his frustration to shine through. 

[emily-lotus]

“Well, I’m needing help with my weapon. My friend’s kinda given up on me for right now...” She hesitated speaking about her sword skills to some people. But Yuri knew what he was doing so it was safe to turn to him right? 

“Any advice you can give will be helpful, trust me...” 

@emily-lutus liked for a starter!

“So… what kind of advice do you want out of me again?” Really, Yuri only knew the other from Patty and Leia. Kind of. And that one dress incident. Not very good for introductions. 

“Just so you know, I’m pretty bad with advice.”

[vivumfunus]

💋 + 2

Kisses! - Accepting

2) On the cheek

“Daaaaax.” She’s not blushing. Nope. Of course not. “Dude whyyyyy.” And now she’s pouting, but it’s very clear she’s trying, and failing, to not smile. “You’re a fucking dork you know that.”

[priestessofdxwn-blog]

@habere-volo (x)

The light Mage chuckled at the Illusionist’s statement as soon she was close enough to clearly get a look of him. “ Oh no, I was drawn by your choice of a hideout. It had reminded me of my own group’s one back in the outskirts of the country I come from.”

Vongola. She had heard that name possibly once, by one of his henchmen that were guarding at the front. Micaiah had mistaken him for a Laguz, but his situation seemed to be something completely different.

“It must be tough to stay in the shadows... Isn’t it? May I ask, is this Vongola the team your party is against?”

[halforc-mercenary]

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔞𝔫

The offering was one chicken, clucking quietly in the small cage weaved of branches that the Halforc had strapped to her back. Bring the Naga a Offering. The Villagers had said, quietly, like a whisper and Mar had had to lean forward with her green freckled face well hidden in the hood of her Gugel to understand them.  Bring the Naga a Offering and wait. Mar remembered them saying as she balanced on the narrow, beaten path that lead her between large trees that seemed as old as mountains. 

 Bring the Naga a Offering and wait. He will find you and listen to your question. The Villagers had said in hushed voices like one would pass on a secret. And then they had set a price to sell her the chicken that had cost Mar the pitiful rest of her coins.

Behind her the chicken in its cage clucked a little louder when the path finally ended and before her, towering out of the mist that hung between the trees like spiderwebs, spread a formation of set up stones that, even thought not standing that near to another, almost looked like a fence, sepperating the area she was in to the area that lay beyond this border.  Without any second of hestiation Mar stepped between two set up stones and then beyond them, overstepping this border and then she stopped promptly and set down the cage with the chicken on the wet forestground. 

A Naga, Mar felt herself tense by only thinking about it, automatically she grabbed for the hilt of her sword like in an instinct.  The only Naga Mar knew were those she had fought when accompanying Merchants on ships and she had been as keen as interacting with those horrible slithery fish-people, as any other person would be keen to throughlive a heavy flu, so the Halforcs was therefor not especially keen to interact with this naga as different they might be to those from her Home.

Home.  The word leaved a strange echo in her mind, like a pebble thrown in a deep, empty well, all dark and cold and alone and empty of any life and feeling. For a moment the young woman hestiated, tried to ease the waves of uncomfortableness that came by naming Azeroth, the only world she knew, her home, but this uncomfortableness would not leave her mind and instead turned into a quiet whisper, as soft as the sounds of a quiet oceanshore. 

Hasty the Halforc pushed this quiet whisper at the edge of her mind, far, far, away. There were other things to take care of. She had to go back-  (Home?, Mar hushed ther mind sternly like one would hush a stupid child.) -there first and then she would continue thinking.

So with a grunt,stenly, strictly, she sat down next to the offering, waiting for who- or what?-she was suppose to wait for and the morningmist wrapped around her and the stones in her back like a heavy, thick coat.  The Chicken clucked quietly. 

@sky-gryphon

[withmyfathersshield-blog]

@babywonder

“Torunn would love it here so much. More than I even do. And that’s a lot.”

[bcgboss]

( @willreignite )

'How did the world end up like this?' Those where the only thoughts on the head of Big Boss. The last thing he remembered was... He had completed the mission, he had crippled Cypher and killed Skull Face, everything was fine but then while he and Huey where testing some new gadgets that the R&D Unit had come up with, the wormhole generator malfunctioned and a black and orange wormhole opened and dragged him in while Huey and some DD soldiers were unable to do anything...

Big Boss had no idea where he was, his iDroid said he was in a place called ‘The Citadel’ but he’d never heard of it before, so he knew he wasn’t on any place in America. Out of nowhere, an old man with a scar on his face approached him and with the tone of a hardened military man spoke. “Big Boss? Follow me, we have a lot to talk about...” Big Boss nodded and followed the older man into what he assumed was a barrack, the man introduced himself as Admiral Steven Hackett and without any delay proceeded to brief The Greatest Warrior of the 20th Century on the situation at hand.

Apparently mankind was fighting a war against some machines called the Reapers and they needed all the help they could get, and even though Snake would be sent to help someone called Shepard, he would have to go through weapons training in order to get a better feel of the more modern weapons. Hackett did assured him that his old M1911A1 would be modified in order to keep up with the times. Much to everyone’s surprise, it took Snake a little over a week to get accustomed to the new weapons and after that... He was sent to the SSV-Normandy , and that’s where he met Shepard. 

Red hair, green eyes, yeah. It was hard not to see her. Big Boss walked up to her and after tapping her shoulder he saluted her and spoke. “Commander Shepard? I was sent by Hackett to help you. I take it he told you who I am?” He said in his usual deep voice that even to this day still carried the tone of command that made his men follow him without any hesitation. 

[niiklausx]

New Encounters [closed]

Niklaus had to check around the quarter after all it would be prohibited for other creatures to be there, he looked around spotting an unfamiliar face in the street he could see that she was a vampire and one that would enjoy the nightlife of bloodlust yet he wouldn’t want to let that happen until he would meet her first.  The hybrid grinned flashing as he stepped forward introducing himself to her, a small smirk spread through his lips extending his hand of course he would just walk up and introduce himself after all he is the king of New Orleans.        “Hello love, when did you arrive?”

[stasisheld]

( @roghainn - Continued from here )

Under different circumstances, Noctis would’ve complained to being given orders, specially now that he was the King of Lucis. But considering he was in a foreign country which he knew nothing about, he supposed he could just let it slide. “Alright, got it.”

And with that said, the King got up, summoned his father’s sword and went on the offensive by warp-striking one of the ‘mages’ that where behind the archers. It was easy to end the mage and archers, the last archer fell by a singular downwards slash powered by the Sword. The King then turned to look at his ‘savior’ and yelled .”Need a hand!?” He doubted that the other man would say yes since he seemed to have everything under control. 

[ask-christianxgrey-blog]

           "This is a very special room."

[vivumfunus]

💋3. And then he scurries away; bye.

Kisses! - Accepting

3) On the forehead

Que unintelligent babbling for a few seconds as her face goes completely red. “SHADE GET BACK HERE WHAT WAS THAT FOR? YOU CAN’T HIDE IN THIS HOUSE THE CATS ALWAYS RAT YOU OUT!”