Character Name: Solf J. Kimblee

Series: Fullmetal Alchemist

Bio (personality):

Kimblee is, at least outwardly, the very image of a gentleman. Kind, caring, and above all an ardent admirer of those dedicated to their work. However, beneath his kind exterior is a devious, psychopathic mind. Kimblee is obsessed with the “art” of creating explosions, likening it to beautiful music, and aims to create the most beautiful explosions he can. He also believes in that old adage “survival of the fittest”, and takes it to heart that only the person with the strongest will and ideals will be able to continue living, leaving him cold to the plight of civilian casualties.

History: 

Not much is known about Kimblee’s earliest days, and he enjoys keeping it that way. The earliest records found detailing his life are those stemming from the Ishvalan War, where he, alongside many other famed State Alchemists, helped to stamp out the Ishvalan “Threat”. Kimblee, in particular, was entrusted with an artificial Philosopher’s Stone, used to amplify his powers, but after murdering his superiors to keep the object in his position, he was sent to jail. Later on, he was released under the orders of Father, head of the homunculi, and served under them, until an untimely encounter with his former subordinate left him near death, only to have his soul absorbed by the homunculus Pride. Still, he was able to retain his sense of identity even amongst the souls of the damned, and helped to defeat the homunculus. His spirit now wanders restlessly.

Quick RP sample:

[As the darkness cleared from his vision, Kimblee glanced around the darkened area. Leafy greens, tall trees… it seemed to be a forest of sorts, although it seemed that he was in an entirely new location. After all, if Kimblee had visited this locale before he would have definitely remembered. He stood up on his legs, eyes widening. Legs. Now THAT was surprising. After Pride had been defeated, it had been quite a while since he’d had use of his legs. And there was his white suit… shirt… and… Kimblee grinned. Emblazoned on his hands, two beautiful alchemical arrays. Looking around, he nodded with satisfaction. The material available would be adequate. Clapping his hands together, Kimblee touched the nearest tree trunk and quickly backed away. It exploded in glistening beauty, sparks of yellow and red falling to the ground.] “FANTASTIC!!! I haven’t lost it yet…” Kimblee looked around again. “Hmm… seems like I have some sort of purpose being here. Interesting… I wonder where this journey will take me?”