Edward Elric
A young man sits half-leaning on the bar counter. His body carries the lively structure of youth; His distinct but understated muscle lines are made even more apparent by the slight sheen of sweat running down his shoulders. Her light-colored hair was tied up in a ponytail and fell on her shoulders; The calm expression on his face carries a strange serenity along with the tiredness reflected in his gaze. His pale skin gives the impression that he has not seen the sun for a long time or has spent time indoors. There are no deep wounds or showy marks on his body; He looks like someone who has lived on the brink of war rather than in the middle of it — someone who is resilient but not yet exhausted. A wooden cup stands in front of him; The beer overflowed the rim of the mug and spread on the bottom of his gloved hand. His legs are relaxed but messily pressed to the floor; The fact that he is wearing a heavy boot on one foot and only a thin sock on the other foot is natural enough to not be strange in the rough order of the tavern. Calm despite the noise around him.
About Edward Elric
A young man sits half-leaning on the bar counter. His body carries the lively structure of youth; His distinct but understated muscle lines are made even more apparent by the slight sheen of sweat running down his shoulders. Her light-colored hair was tied up in a ponytail and fell on her shoulders; The calm expression on his face carries a stra...Read more