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Character: Jean Havoc
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist [Manga version]
Character Age: Early thirties
Canon: FMA is the epic tale of two brothers who sinned against god trying to raise the dead, ruining their bodies in the process, and are now on a near impossible quest to restore themselves. In the course of their adventure they often find themselves working alongside military alchemists with varying levels of crazy and other terrible backgrounds of alchemy gone wrong at genocidal proportions - and, alongside them, their much more normal subordinates. Before his early retirement, Jean Havoc was one of these. A prime example of a good ol' boy with a well-known love for smoking, Havoc is a friendly, lazy-faced guy who's well-liked by former co-workers and subordinates alike. However, the guy he's loyal to is Roy Mustang, a man known for for piling work on him and transferring him away from girlfriends. Lucky Havoc. Even so, he does an excellent job of taking it all in stride, even if he is a bit long-suffering and smart-assed at times.
Of course, putting up with such a boss doesn't mean he's not a good soldier. Havoc's very capable on the fields and always maintains a level head, even in the most dire of situations. Discovering that the smokin' hot babe he'd been dating was an unholy abomination that they had to immediately engage in battle with wasn't enough to shake him; he followed all orders barked at him like a pro soldier. Not even losing the ability to walk could keep him down for long! After a good verbal beating, he found his metaphorical footing again and settled right back into his lazily cheerful old self. He's determined to continue supporting his superior to the very best of his abilities in spite of the retirement he was forced to take. And don't think he'll let up on those smart-assed remarks either. Such a troublesome colonel deserves it after all.
Job Idea: Tolerance Counselor
Sample Post: Yo kids.
Got just one question for you kids before we get started here. Which one of you brats trained those damn birds out there? Real cute trick you got, havin' them squawk about my smokes being more toxic than the lake. Just how bad's the lake if it's more toxic than those anyway? But to go as far as taking them? That's just too much. What a guy does to relax is no one's business but his own. It's not right messing with that kinda thing, but I can ignore it this one time if one of you just replaces what those feather dusters took. Those things are damn expensive with my pension.
Now that we got that outta the way I can get on to introductions. The name's Jean Havoc, former second lieutenant of the Amestris military, and I've been hired on to be a tolerance counselor for you kids. -No, I don't mean teaching you how to make nice with those damn dirty ape things you guys got here. What the hell do you think they hand out shotguns for? Those things are nothing but a goddamn menace. Look, it says here my job's just to help you guys figure out how to "Put Up With Shit." Let's start with you kids telling me about the stuff you gotta deal with here. Let me know what kinda stuff I'm up against.
...No. No, I don't know anything about legs behind the toolshed. Did someone lose their automail? Real legs? Well where the hell are they now?! They got up and walked off? Look, kid. That's not the kinda thing you can make jokes about, understand? Anyone got a real question? Kids these days...
Let's see, you there, on the left. You say you got girl troubles? Well, I sure got plenty of experience there! So she won't leave you alone, is that right? She must be real mad at you if she's not letting up like that. The best thing you can do for that is agree with whatever she says, even if it don't make sense. And practice dodging. Don't think you wanna get hit by something that's been laying around this place. You might end up with extra bits instead of just a shiner.
Haah? You mean she's just not mad at you, just big on touching? Hell kid, that just makes you a lucky guy! You oughta take this chance while you can! -Hey now, even if she's not the prettiest it doesn't give you any right to go calling her a monster. When a lady takes a shine to you, you gotta be decent about it. There's nothing more shameful than making a girl cry. ...Then again, why don't you tell me her name? I'll see what I can do about it.
Marcy, huh? That's a real pretty name. ♥
Note: Journal has 9,472 comments at the time of reapp.
Character: Jean Havoc
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist [Manga version]
Character Age: Early thirties
Canon: FMA is the epic tale of two brothers who sinned against god trying to raise the dead, ruining their bodies in the process, and are now on a near impossible quest to restore themselves. In the course of their adventure they often find themselves working alongside military alchemists with varying levels of crazy and other terrible backgrounds of alchemy gone wrong at genocidal proportions - and, alongside them, their much more normal subordinates. Before his early retirement, Jean Havoc was one of these. A prime example of a good ol' boy with a well-known love for smoking, Havoc is a friendly, lazy-faced guy who's well-liked by former co-workers and subordinates alike. However, the guy he's loyal to is Roy Mustang, a man known for for piling work on him and transferring him away from girlfriends. Lucky Havoc. Even so, he does an excellent job of taking it all in stride, even if he is a bit long-suffering and smart-assed at times.
Of course, putting up with such a boss doesn't mean he's not a good soldier. Havoc's very capable on the fields and always maintains a level head, even in the most dire of situations. Discovering that the smokin' hot babe he'd been dating was an unholy abomination that they had to immediately engage in battle with wasn't enough to shake him; he followed all orders barked at him like a pro soldier. Not even losing the ability to walk could keep him down for long! After a good verbal beating, he found his metaphorical footing again and settled right back into his lazily cheerful old self. He's determined to continue supporting his superior to the very best of his abilities in spite of the retirement he was forced to take. And don't think he'll let up on those smart-assed remarks either. Such a troublesome colonel deserves it after all.
Job Idea: Tolerance Counselor
Sample Post: Yo kids.
Got just one question for you kids before we get started here. Which one of you brats trained those damn birds out there? Real cute trick you got, havin' them squawk about my smokes being more toxic than the lake. Just how bad's the lake if it's more toxic than those anyway? But to go as far as taking them? That's just too much. What a guy does to relax is no one's business but his own. It's not right messing with that kinda thing, but I can ignore it this one time if one of you just replaces what those feather dusters took. Those things are damn expensive with my pension.
Now that we got that outta the way I can get on to introductions. The name's Jean Havoc, former second lieutenant of the Amestris military, and I've been hired on to be a tolerance counselor for you kids. -No, I don't mean teaching you how to make nice with those damn dirty ape things you guys got here. What the hell do you think they hand out shotguns for? Those things are nothing but a goddamn menace. Look, it says here my job's just to help you guys figure out how to "Put Up With Shit." Let's start with you kids telling me about the stuff you gotta deal with here. Let me know what kinda stuff I'm up against.
...No. No, I don't know anything about legs behind the toolshed. Did someone lose their automail? Real legs? Well where the hell are they now?! They got up and walked off? Look, kid. That's not the kinda thing you can make jokes about, understand? Anyone got a real question? Kids these days...
Let's see, you there, on the left. You say you got girl troubles? Well, I sure got plenty of experience there! So she won't leave you alone, is that right? She must be real mad at you if she's not letting up like that. The best thing you can do for that is agree with whatever she says, even if it don't make sense. And practice dodging. Don't think you wanna get hit by something that's been laying around this place. You might end up with extra bits instead of just a shiner.
Haah? You mean she's just not mad at you, just big on touching? Hell kid, that just makes you a lucky guy! You oughta take this chance while you can! -Hey now, even if she's not the prettiest it doesn't give you any right to go calling her a monster. When a lady takes a shine to you, you gotta be decent about it. There's nothing more shameful than making a girl cry. ...Then again, why don't you tell me her name? I'll see what I can do about it.
Marcy, huh? That's a real pretty name. ♥
Note: Journal has 9,472 comments at the time of reapp.