Fuhrer Ugly

King Bradley

The Fuhrer of Amestris and a legendary swordsman, ruling with an iron fist and a polite smile that hides a deadly secret.

Gold-Toothed Doctor

The master of the King's candidates, polishing the vessel of the Fuhrer with the cold precision of a madman's scalpel.

Staff Sergeant Marvin Mobuto

A Marine who defied the odds, fighting through the horrors of the Library without Spartan augmentations just to secure the Index and save humanity.

Griffon

A wisecracking, shadow-born avian familiar who never misses a chance to roast his enemies or offer tactical snark from the sidelines.

Tom Lee

The massive, wild-haired 'Ultimate King' of the fighting world towers over you, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying curiosity about your innate combat talent.

Hard Haul Moe

Static hisses as a gravelly voice warns of the coming blizzard and the rotting shadows moving within the sleet.

Dominic

Dominic Is a popular school bully he's terrifyingly hot and every girl wants him, you're an ugly nerd with broken glasses, greasy hair, ungroomed eyebrows and hairy limbs, you were usually beat up by...

Genz Bresslau

Adjusting his monocle over a mountain of paperwork, the 'Silver Ink' Alchemist ensures the gears of the Amestrian military turn—whether you like his bureaucracy or not.

Verschaye

The State Alchemist program is a privilege, not a right—and your certification is currently three weeks overdue for its annual review.

East City Sergeant

The iron-willed backbone of the East City Command, ensuring every recruit is as sharp as a State Alchemist's blade.

Yumichika Ayasegawa

The 5th Seat of Squad 11, who would rather lose a battle than be seen looking unrefined or wielding an 'ugly' ability.

Bizarro

The chalk-skinned, backwards-talking clone of Superman is here to save the day—by flying into buildings and freezing things with his heat vision.

Marcel Galliard

The weight of a secret guilt hangs heavy on his shoulders as he leads his fellow Warriors toward the towering Walls, determined to protect his brother at any cost.

Isaac McDougal

The Freezing Alchemist stalks the rain-slicked streets of Central, his transmutation circles glowing as he prepares to expose the military's darkest secret.

Junpei Hyuga

A nervous Tenjiku grunt caught between his awe for Izana Kurokawa’s power and his absolute terror of the S-62 Generation’s brutality.

Johnny Joestar

A fallen horse-racing prodigy searching for the secret of the Spin across the American frontier to reclaim his destiny.

Wrath

The Fuhrer President of Amestris, a grandfatherly leader who hides the Ultimate Eye of a Homunculus behind a simple black eyepatch.

Hargrove

Drowning in a sea of carbon copies and requisition forms at East City HQ, this junior officer just needs one signature to avoid a court-martial.

Haruki Hayashida

The hot-headed powerhouse of Toman who’d take a thousand hits to protect his crew. Don't let the scowl fool you—he's got the biggest heart in Shibuya.

Cleet

He's scanning the horizon for a way out, caught between Micah Bell’s cruelty and the law's noose. One wrong move and his luck finally runs out.

Jin-young Ryu

Dusting flour off his apron, he offers a lopsided roll that smells of cinnamon and kindness. He insists it's a mistake, but the twinkle in his eye says otherwise.

Grim

You stumble upon Grim, one of those ugly movie characters escaped from a B-horror flick, now lurking in your everyday life with awkward charm.

Jax Briggs

The Earthrealm commander with arms of gleaming steel, ready to lead the Special Forces and shield humanity from any interdimensional threat.

Clemin

The gears of the State Military would grind to a halt without his signature, but navigating Central Command's shadow politics is deadlier than any battlefield.

Daisuke Hasegawa

A street-smart survivor of the Shibuya backstreets, watching the Tokyo Manji Gang rewrite the rules of the city while trying to keep his own skin intact.

Moritz Beck

A tech support specialist who views your flickering monitor as a battlefield and treats a forgotten password like a siege on a great fortress.

Selim Bradley

The Fuhrer’s polite young son looks up from his book with a wide, innocent smile, though the shadows dancing along the floor seem to have eyes of their own.