Joined: 12-July 10
Member No.: 74,870
Name: Shayem Logue
Alias: Those who don't know his name often say "Ishval Boy"
Siblings: Two little brothers
Rank: Citizen of Amestris
Shayem has a slender built and a cheeky face. His red Ishvallen eyes have a dreamy yet serious look to them. Like other Ishvallens he has a tan and "white" hair.(like scar) His hair is long and stops halfway his lower back. The pony splits in two halfs on the far left, his left side being so long he sticks it behind his ear, and the right half ending just above his eyebrows at his eyes but becomes longer past the eyes. For now all the clothing he possesses is a brown short-sleeved shirt, a long white pants and a golden cape ending at his brown slippers. If he obtains more clothing later on he'll vary in outfit or stick to one he really likes. Judging from his built he's expected to grow up slender and tall.
Shayem is one to keep most of his feelings and thoughts to himself. That doesn't mean he doesn't show emotion, he just often shows different emotions then those he's actually feeling. Even though he's an angel to his best friend Isha, he's not much of a sweetheart on the inside. He easily submits to vengeful and hateful feelings and finds it hard to stand up for himself. In fact, once he feels intimidated he'll even do whatever is asked of him. Isha is the only one he's dared/allowed to let into his heart, because he has a weak for those who've faced misery.
As a person he's organized and thinks things through thoroughly, unlike Isha who’s the unprepared improvising type. And even though Shayem is often influenced by negative thoughts he would never want to harm a stranger.
Growing up in a strictly religious anti-alchemy family Shayem had to follow three strict rules.
1. Never communicate with an Alchemists, even if their life is at stake.
2. When an alchemists tries to communicate, flee and scream for help.
3. Never talk about Alchemy or Alchemists until you come of age.
Respecting his parents and their rules, not knowing any better Shayem followed these rules without hesitating or doubting them. Being the oldest of his two brothers his parents pressured him to be a role-model, praising him in front of his brothers so that they’d copy his behaviour. Though by the age of 10 his father believed Shayem had come of age, and allowed him to stay up longer to attend ‘the meetings of Ishvala’s judgement’ where father’s companions gathered at their house to talk about Alchemy and how wrong it was. Always having been taught the good ways of his god Ishvala, and never being allowed to talk about Alchemy before in his life Shayem was confused to hear all these negative plotting against the alchemist that lived around the block. All Shayem was told about Alchemists was that they went against Ishvala’s ways, performing demonic magic! ..But the way his father and his companions were plotting caused him to wonder about alchemy for the first time, and without hesitation he secretly went searching for the Alchemist across the block, that supposedly went by the name of Lewis.
After waiting aside his house he saw a man and a boy of his age enter, this was him, Alchemist Lewis. Shayem was shocked, he never knew the Alchemist had a son!! His fathers plotting were to riot him out of town or to death, didn’t they think of Lewis’es son as all? The next meeting he played dumb and asked if the alchemist had kids, and not only did they answer correctly, they claimed that even his son was a practitioner of the forbidden art and therefore deserves what’s coming to his father. Shayem was shocked again, and thought back to the moment where he spied on them entering their house. He felt bad about attending the meetings, something was fishy so he decided to secretly do a little more investigating.
The situation he was in everyone would of felt there was something fishy going on, during the meetings he had access to a lot of information. The fact that his father kept all the previous riots a secret to him and his brothers disturbing him the most, not to mention there was another child a year older then him that had attended 4 riots already but he was just like the others. Shayem started skipping school to spy on Alchemist Lewis, the main target of his father’s riots, and found out that the demonic magic they performed wasn’t demonic at all. Alchemist Lewis helped out people all over town to fix their broken items in exchange of some pennies, cloth or food. Drawing a circle with a symbol inside and the light that shone when it was activated seemed all but demonic, it was a miracle and Shayem was impressed. Alchemist Lewis knew very well a little boy was watching him, but he saw no harm in him and approached him. Shayem was confused, flee and scream it was now or never, but there was no way he could. “I know you’ve been spying on me three times this week, does Alchemy interest you?” the man had kind eyes and a warm smile, Shayem was still in shock and didn’t know what to say. “If you want I would be happy to teach you, I also teach my son so if you-” Shayem interrupted with a small no. Even though he saw Alchemy rather as a miracle then demonic magic, it still frightened him and there were still a lot of scary stories going around like the one stating Lewis’s wife died because she gave birth to the child of an Ishvalllen Alchemist. The conversation ended with Lewis offering his help to Shayem with a goodbye, but it didn’t end there. From that day on Shayem started seeing Lewis more often, to talk about alchemy, his life, his view on Ishvala, his son.
And the more Shayem got to know of the innocence of Alchemy and the Lewis family, the more he started disgusting his own family and their views. He barely showed though, the only thing that showed was his absence at home and school. When his parents confronted him with it he silenced. His parents were extremely upset, not only was he giving a bad example for his little brothers, he was keeping something from them so they grounded him until he’d tell. But he didn’t. He refused to lie because it was against his faith, he refused to tell his family how he felt about his father’s riots and alchemy because he didn’t want to go against his family, so it was the only way. He had been grounded for an entire month until his father let him out a late afternoon, to allow him the honour of attending a riot. His father believed that after the riot Shayem would open up to him about whatever he was keeping from them, after all, they were very strict and Shayem had always been a model child so they never suspected him of associating with an Alchemist. Alchemist Lewis had just helped a customer in the far south of Ishval and was heading home, the planned riot against him that included Shayem headed south, carrying torches and pitchforks. Shayem didn’t carry a thing and was disgusted that his father was carrying a pitchfork. When the riot and alchemist Lewis met Lewis had no choice but to run, until eventually he was closed in. “Leave Ishval!” “Stop disgracing Ishvala” “Ishvala took your wife! Isn’t that enough!” “We don’t need Alchemists, we’ve got Ishvala!” but it didn’t matter what the crowd said, Lewis remained kind and kept offering his help, claiming that as long as the people of Ishval needed his service as an alchemist he would not leave Ishval. The riot got impatient and physically violent, to a point where Shayem couldn’t take it anymore and shielded his body with his own by hugging him tightly. “Stop it!!! You monsters!!” he had done it, for the first time he had stood up for something he believed in himself. For the first time he spoke up for his believes instead of what he was told to believe. He cried “Mister Lewis is my friend! He only does good things! There’s not a single evil thought in his mind like you monsters!! You monsters!!” he shouted, and with a loud scream of his dad he was beaten and pulled off of the alchemist. His father piercing his pitchfork through Lewis’s body blinded by rage for ‘brainwashing’ his son. “NOOOOOOO!!!!” he screamed, but his father kept stabbing, the riot falling apart fleeing home. They were okay with it, but they didn’t want to be blamed during any investigations. In shock of what Shayem’s father had done and adrenaline rushing through his body he ran home to clean his pitchfork, leaving his son behind. Shayem cried and his voice was shaking, he approached and leaned over the alchemist. “M-mister Lewis..? Mister Lewis please.. I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry..” but all Lewis said was “Take- careof.. Isha…” with his last breath.
Covered in blood Shayem got home that night, and from that day on his parents treated him like vermin. His heart was broken, filled with hate towards his father for being a cold-blooded murderer, loathing his mother for choosing fathers side and treating him like dirt, disgusting his family for carrying such hatred for alchemists. Even though he was filled with darkness on the inside, he kept being a good child, always doing exactly what was asked of him, staying in his room being grounded, but even though he hadn’t changed his behaviour one bit, his parents treated him bad because of what he believed. And the longer it lasted, the more damage it inflicted on his heart and the deeper the darkness grew. He had been scared to fill out Lewis’s last request, always having been a puppet controlled by his family he never got close to someone before, sure he had friends at school but they only met during the breaks and never after school. So it scared him. His close bonds only inflicted pain, Lewis because he was killed, and his family because they had pretended to love him for all these years, but it was all an act. Monsters could never love someone, and that’s why they were treating him like garbage and couldn’t love him for who he was. Or at least, that’s how he felt about it.
After a couple of weeks had passed he finally gathered the courage to approach Isha and offer his friendship. He had sneaked out of his room, sought out the orphanage Isha was staying at, and to his amazement Isha instantly accepted his offer of friendship. Shayem snuck out of his room unnoticed almost every day to meet up with Isha, to talk about their views on alchemy. Isha was like his father in so many ways, always talking about wanting to help the village. He wondered if Isha knew about his father being murdered, but he was always to scared to start about Isha’s father, not only was it painful, Shayem and Lewis time spent together had been kept a secret on both sides, so Isha didn’t even know they knew each other. Isha never bothered to talk about his father either, it was painful and he didn’t want to cry in front of Shayem. Isha even tried to hide he was being beaten up by the kids at the orphanage but Shayem found out. This was it, they could no longer stay there, Shayem’s house was an unhealthy environment to stay, and he couldn’t say Isha’s was any better, on top of that Isha had a dream to fulfil which would be the ultimate excuse for them to leave. And so he proposed to him to leave for Central City. Isha was surprised, as far as he knew Shayem had a loving family, after all Shayem only told the facts and kept all his negative feelings for his family to himself by silencing, never talking about his family being awful to him.
Together they traveled the distance to Central City, which they were able to because of the kindness of the strangers they met along the way and Isha's alchemy.