Valorie clignait une fois avant de tourner la tête pour voir que Gresham l'avait approchée. Elle a rassemblé un sourire faux mais convaincant pour dire "Pas du tout," et regarder prendre son siège. Pendant qu'elle tentait de cacher ce sentiment, il était définitivement maladroit de parler à Gresham après la guerre et la mort de son père. Il n'a pas non plus été aidé par le fait qu'il a élevé les funérailles dans sa première phrase de lui parler. Cependant, elle a gardé son calme pour l'instant et est restée agréable à l'extérieur, après tout, elle a essayé de rester confiante et gentille à l'extérieur, mais elle n'a toujours pas approché les gens de son propre côté souvent en plus de son travail. Elle a répondu avant de regarder légèrement vers le bas. Il y a trois ans, je t'ai vu marcher quelques fois, mais je n'ai jamais eu l'occasion de dire bonjour.C'était un mensonge assez facile à voir à travers, et du fait qu'il a pu voir la Valorie silencieuse pendant les funérailles qui n'a même pas pleuré pendant elle, il comprendrait probablement.  C'est agréable de voir que vous pensiez, malgré les circonstances, ainsi que de savoir que vous êtes toujours en train de le frapper. Elle n'avait pas besoin d'avoir quelqu'un d'autre mort dans sa vie.
Valorie ne pouvait s'empêcher de voir son regard fatigué, mais elle ne voulait pas le sonder déjà après trois ans. C'est au cours de cet examen qu'elle serait prise dans l'explosion de la voiture de train pendant que Gresham parlait. Elle s'envola dans sa chaise et dut la retourner plus tard tout en toussant dans la fumée. Ses oreilles sonnent, et elle sentait du sang couler de son front avec de la douleur dans sa hanche.Elle a dit en regardant et en disant les trois hommes. C'était quand l'instinct de combat a pris le relais. Elle a déjà compris qu'elle ne pouvait pas utiliser le métal sur le sol de la voiture pour attaquer, pour le trou dans le mur et la section manquante du plancher déjà quitté la voiture pour compromettre de risquer plus de dommages structurels alors que tout le monde était encore dessus. Cependant, le toit et le mur derrière elle étaient un jeu équitable pour quelques points de métal. Sa paume s'est enfoncée à plat sur le mur derrière elle avant que le son et la signature de l'alchimie ne s'allument à travers la fumée. Une partie du plafond reculait encore plus en tirant du métal du mur qui formait trois pointes simples directement au centre de la masse pour les trois hommes. Une pointe chacun, et son autre main presserait contre le mur ainsi que pour former son propre sabre à utiliser dans l'auto-défense.
Name:
Valorie Falkner
Age:
24
Rank:
Major
State title:
Quick Silver Alchemist
Appearance:

Backstory:
Valorie’s life was involved with the military from the moment she was born. Her father was a state alchemist himself, which led to many days where he wasn’t home due to work. However, when he was home he made the best of it. Valorie’s idol was her dad, and she didn’t want to be anything but like him for a long time. As a child this led her to be a bit of a tomboy when she was about seven. Knowledge and adventure were her favorite pastimes, especially when it came to books. From alchemy to fantasy tales she didn’t want to put them down as they either brought her closer to her father in teaching her about what he does as an alchemist, or took her to a far off land within the stories. She wasn’t popular as a child from it though as her attitude had gotten her into several fights, though she befriended a social reject like herself. Her friend though passed when she was eleven due to complications with an illness leaving her alone. Without a fellow adventurer or someone to share what she has read from stories she started to only read about science and alchemy. If she didn’t have a friend anymore, perhaps she could be looked up to like her father was as a state alchemist.
She became far more shy and closed herself off until she was sixteen because of this despite her mother and father trying to help otherwise. Her mother often joked about how she wished her daughter wasn’t a tomboy, but she missed it quickly after it was gone. Eventually her mother to fell ill, and even if it didn’t take her life it left her frail. Seeing his wife in this state, Valorie’s father enclosed himself into being a workaholic. Even at home he would shut himself in his office leaving Valorie to care for her mother. For a year she stopped doing alchemy all together after she had begun to do it from what she read at the age of thirteen. Valorie got a letter from the military on her seventeenth birthday which stated they heard about her skill that she had developed and how she had helped around town before, sometimes with repairs and a few times she even stopped a criminal or two who didn’t think a girl would see them and trap them with chains. Before she tore up the letter, her mother found it and gave her a long lecture. Despite her objections, Valorie’s mothers insisted that she would be fine and that she didn’t want Valorie to waste her life away. Even if it was with the military, her mother told Valorie that her father wasn’t made the way he is by the work he did, but by how he handled the situations.
Heading off, Valorie easily got past her state alchemist exam. It was all well and good before the Ishvalen conflict. When she joined the military, it had been going on already. However, she was a state alchemist. It wasn’t until Order 3066 that she saw the front lines. She was 21 at the time when she had to draw the blood of the Ishvalens. Her first days were the worst, but then her father died in the conflict. She didn’t see it happen, but the death list revealed his fate as well as a surperior seeking her out. He was killed by an Ishvalen who had taken an Amestrian sniper rifle a month earlier. Valorie found herself surprisingly calm upon his death. For the last year he had basically ran from her ailing mother she had gotten to the point of cursing him, now he was simply gone. The day after she killed without the same hesitation as the other days or overwhelming pain, same with the next. It continued until the end of the war, on the day they claimed victory that she knelt over and threw up what she had been holding in to make it through the conflict.
Hiding that weakness from her peers as well as superiors, she continued as a State Alchemist, but the thought remains on her mind about the atrocities committed. They had to kill everyone they saw without holding back, and her alchemy had been practically made for the killing. It wasn’t to help people, rather she could repair broken guns. Shift iron into spikes or slice a man in half with a long mercury whip. She couldn’t face her mother afterwards preferring to only write letters. Working on missions for the military as she quickly gained respect with her proficiency in alchemy. A young star on the rise, but for now still a major.

Specialty:
Metal Alchemy:
Valorie's specialty lies in the transition metals of the periodic table. Mercury, Iron, Silver, Gold and more and their structures is the understanding she comes in with.
Common abilities for her to use:
Weapon Formation: The earth's crust is largly made of iron and this is taking the iron from the ground to make blades and other items. Also can make metal bolts, screws, and such if needed.
Metal Spikes: Making a line or grouping of metal spikes to come from the ground
Entrapment: The creation of metal chains to launch and bind an opponent
Steel Needles: A preference of hers for a less bloody way and quiet way to incapacitate by making steel needles as throwing weapons.
Quick Silver Whip: Her trademark technique in which she carries a vial of mercury with her to transmute into either a long spike or razor whip to kill her opponent with a flexible metal she can shape more at will than most. However, she doesn't use it often as it is mercury. Luckily alchemy allows her to control the mercury to a point to prevent it from poisoning those around, and herself, as her attacks end with her putting it back in it's container.