You may not post anything that does not further the story. if you wish to make a suggestion, do it at the end of your entry as to what kind of things you'd like to see later on.
Also, make sure you keep to the same character, but do not post twice in a row to let the voice of the story swap each post. you can introduce new characters, but only non-voiced characters may be killed, you may allow yourself to die at someone else's hand though, allowing you to change character, but only if it fits the story.
What makes this RP different is you don't describe your appearance and character beforehand, but you let it be defined through how a different character views you. however, you can make subtle remarks in your text, such as "I parted the white hair that blocked my second eye to reveal someone was sitting next to me..." that define your character through your own point of view as a develped character, kind of like how Edward and Alphonse have some parts of their adventure never explained, like recently before the first volume.
This story starts with a young Ishvalan boy, Aksel, who entered an abandoned house at the pressure of his friends, but was then unceremoniously branded be a set of needles that flung into his chest by some sort of trap. after returning home, his mother realizes what has happened, and realizes that Aksell has been branded with a symbol of transmutation, a final unifying symbol Scar's mysterious brother had left there to keep the most secretive of his works alive after the war. now the boy must live with this circle branding, banished from ishval without knowing even what is wrong.
I will voice the character Aksel During this RP, and all people should state only their characters name, gender, and age before starting.
"Get out of here," the comforting voice of my mother spoke, "you have no more place here... go now before you are forced to, young Aksel."
I had no idea what was wrong, the other Ishvalan kids had told him that the house was haunted and laden with traps, I had no idea what was so wrong about the strange circle of ink that had been branded in my chest earlier that day. Sure it had hurt, but did I really deserve something like this? I began to burst into tears, or was it my mother? I couldn't tell, I just knew that he would never see her again. As she placed me in the back of a carriage traveling west to Amestris, I waved resignedly back to my mother until she couldn't be seen any more, then wiped my tears along the intricate patterns of his chest...