Personality
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tin_boyAlphonse is a sweet, compassionate boy who can be very trusting, despite the horrible things that have happened in his short 14 years.
He is quiet, introspective, and tries to be understanding, even when he shouldn't be. He is usually patient, but is sometimes pressured by being the one that has to be reasonable and thoughtful and rational.
Having had his psychological growth stunted at the age of ten due to loss of his physical body, Alphonse retains a childlike purity in the face of all his encountered horrors; however, despite his age he is exceptionally mature, mostly due to all that has happened to him weighing heavy on his heart. The concept that people can do terrible things to each other is very foreign to him, and because he is so sensitive, he unwillingly overreacts to this, and can find himself suddenly involved in protecting people. Especially strangers, and even his enemies.
Al is very, very brave, to the point of foolishness. As a companion, he is loyal and steadfast, but as much as he feels obligated to protect his friends, he truly just wants to be protected himself.
He dislikes being reminded of his large size and often becomes melancholy when it inhibits or calls undue attention to him, lamenting that it was not his choice to become so big. As such, he displays a great deal of pleasure when others treat him as a child instead of the hulking brutish adult persona that his appearance gives off.
He feels literally robbed of his childhood, and it is precisely this kind of pressure that can build up and result in overemotional outbursts that leave him embarrassed and regretful.
Al feels desperately alone, disconnected and often afraid. He misses his mother, his brother, his teacher and his friends. He is often too trusting, but tends to give people the benefit of the doubt. Because of his deep sense of loneliness, Al tends to "pick up strays", both of the feline and female variety.
He is polite, and tries to be cheerful, especially for the benefit of others. He is insightful and eloquent. Regarding his own issues, he can often sink into silent depression. Being trapped in this metal body has left him with an emptiness that is indescribable sometimes. He can neither eat nor sleep, or truly feel any physical contact. He misses all three terribly.
Aside from the warmth of physical contact, what Al misses most about having a human body seems to be food. He keeps a journal of all the various foods he will eat upon returning to his body in order to keep his spirits up (a practice encouraged by his brother) and has stated that his fondest wish is to have some of Winry's apple pie.
The inability to sleep, however, doesn't dissuade him from having nightmares. Al occasionally has flashbacks about his mother, as well as to Marta/Martel's death and how she was stabbed while still inside his armor.
Al carries the added burden of blaming himself for the failure of his mother's resurrection and the subsequent loss of his brother's limbs.
Plagued with insecurities about his own uncertain existence inside a suit of armor, Al craves the human warmth of his former life in desperate silence, fears that he will never again know closeness and is sometimes overwhelmed by the suspicion that he himself is not human.
He is quiet, introspective, and tries to be understanding, even when he shouldn't be. He is usually patient, but is sometimes pressured by being the one that has to be reasonable and thoughtful and rational.
Having had his psychological growth stunted at the age of ten due to loss of his physical body, Alphonse retains a childlike purity in the face of all his encountered horrors; however, despite his age he is exceptionally mature, mostly due to all that has happened to him weighing heavy on his heart. The concept that people can do terrible things to each other is very foreign to him, and because he is so sensitive, he unwillingly overreacts to this, and can find himself suddenly involved in protecting people. Especially strangers, and even his enemies.
Al is very, very brave, to the point of foolishness. As a companion, he is loyal and steadfast, but as much as he feels obligated to protect his friends, he truly just wants to be protected himself.
He dislikes being reminded of his large size and often becomes melancholy when it inhibits or calls undue attention to him, lamenting that it was not his choice to become so big. As such, he displays a great deal of pleasure when others treat him as a child instead of the hulking brutish adult persona that his appearance gives off.
He feels literally robbed of his childhood, and it is precisely this kind of pressure that can build up and result in overemotional outbursts that leave him embarrassed and regretful.
Al feels desperately alone, disconnected and often afraid. He misses his mother, his brother, his teacher and his friends. He is often too trusting, but tends to give people the benefit of the doubt. Because of his deep sense of loneliness, Al tends to "pick up strays", both of the feline and female variety.
He is polite, and tries to be cheerful, especially for the benefit of others. He is insightful and eloquent. Regarding his own issues, he can often sink into silent depression. Being trapped in this metal body has left him with an emptiness that is indescribable sometimes. He can neither eat nor sleep, or truly feel any physical contact. He misses all three terribly.
Aside from the warmth of physical contact, what Al misses most about having a human body seems to be food. He keeps a journal of all the various foods he will eat upon returning to his body in order to keep his spirits up (a practice encouraged by his brother) and has stated that his fondest wish is to have some of Winry's apple pie.
The inability to sleep, however, doesn't dissuade him from having nightmares. Al occasionally has flashbacks about his mother, as well as to Marta/Martel's death and how she was stabbed while still inside his armor.
Al carries the added burden of blaming himself for the failure of his mother's resurrection and the subsequent loss of his brother's limbs.
Plagued with insecurities about his own uncertain existence inside a suit of armor, Al craves the human warmth of his former life in desperate silence, fears that he will never again know closeness and is sometimes overwhelmed by the suspicion that he himself is not human.
