Winry Rockbell

I was expecting to be dressed in a costume not of my choosing, but is it too much to ask for something practical? I have work to do! Long flowing sleeves is hazardous, and I can't even take them off. The hair arrangement is out of this world, too.

[Some may find her sitting in a creepy, gnarled, wooden bench outside of the smithy. Avoiding the cobwebs that hang from both sides of the ends, Winry sits smack dab in the middle. She wears this get up, looking all too unhappy about it. Go ahead and bother her.]