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Character Name: Zolf J. Kimblee
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga version)
Character Age: Early Thirties?
Job: Explosives Supervisor
Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist is the story of two brothers who set out to bring back their dead mother by committing a taboo in alchemy and end up nearly destroying themselves in the process. Having committed a grevious sin, these brothers are seeking to restore their bodies to normal by searching for the legendary Philosopher's Stone. Along their journey, the brothers get caught up in military affairs, sinister plots of genocide, and more than a few dangerous distractions. One "distraction" is the older brother, Edward Elric, being enlisted as a State Alchemist for the military county of Amestris. While he can research his goal freely that way, he must also join the ranks of other State Alchemists who are nicknamed as human weapons or "dogs of the military."
One of Edward's fellow alchemists is Zolf J. Kimblee, otherwise known as the Crimson Alchemist who specializes in turning anything he comes in contact with into a bomb. To put it the simplest way possible, Kimblee is majorly fucked up in the head. A deranged psychopath who loves the sight of blood and the sound of screams, he earned his fame as a State Alchemist during the Ishbalan extermination for killing the most people using his alchemy. Although he's crazier than a loon, he conceals his murderous disposition behind a facade of gentlemanly politeness, typically speaking respectfully to his superiors and unrelated civilians. Being an alchemist, Kimblee is incredibly intelligent and even has a photographic memory, employing it in ways like never forgetting a person's face or recalling the details of how he killed his victims. He also has a great respect for those who are committed to their work and follow through to the end, be it saving lives or taking them.
Sample Entry:
No, no, that was all wrong. It was supposed to be an implosion, not an explosion. How am I supposed to fulfill the position that was assigned to me by the Director if I only have incompetent base ingredients to work from? I know it's hard to find good help these days, Miss Gruagh, but when I ask for volunteers for my research, I expect them to be at least halfway decent. One of my jobs is to find unexplored ways to clear the population, and it's your job to assist me in gathering raw materials. Oozing limbs are still acceptable, but limbs falling off just won't do. I can't make my work beautiful if bits and pieces are missing, now can I? Please fetch me more hapless volunteers and I'll allow that frontal lobe you were nibbling on to pass by my attention. Go on then.
Now with that out of the way, I can begin my other work. If I could have everyone's attention, please. Effective immediately, I will be your new supervisor in dealing with explosives and other combustible material. I believe my transfer orders were to "instruct in the proper use and execution of detonating objects within Camp Fuck You Die as you see fit." The heartmark at the end was especially charming. What these orders basically mean is that I will be watching over anything and everything to do with things that explode. What I've observed so far is paltry at best and not nearly as wonderful as it could be, and I mean to correct that right here and now.
- Ah, Miss Gruagh, you have impeccable timing. I was just about to demonstrate the correct way to handle explosives. If you could set whatever it is you're carrying around down for just a moment, I'll ask you to hold this. Don't grip the top of it too tightly now, it's likely to be pulled out and - What a waste of a perfectly good grenade. Good help really is rare here if the few semi-talented assistants are prone to fumbling. Ah, even my jacket got dirty. She was at least of some use if she was carrying something I can use for the next lesson with her ...
The next demonstration for today is to never let your guard down when it comes to explosive material. Can everyone see this fuzzy doll with the red bauble? Even this can be used as a bomb. Something as innocent-looking as this is ideal for an unsuspecting crowd and perfect for illiciting screams of terror. You there, the small zombie child that's hiding behind the tree, please come closer. You look like a smart child for one that's lacking brains. Come help me over here and hold this doll for me ...
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Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga version)
Character Age: Early Thirties?
Job: Explosives Supervisor
Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist is the story of two brothers who set out to bring back their dead mother by committing a taboo in alchemy and end up nearly destroying themselves in the process. Having committed a grevious sin, these brothers are seeking to restore their bodies to normal by searching for the legendary Philosopher's Stone. Along their journey, the brothers get caught up in military affairs, sinister plots of genocide, and more than a few dangerous distractions. One "distraction" is the older brother, Edward Elric, being enlisted as a State Alchemist for the military county of Amestris. While he can research his goal freely that way, he must also join the ranks of other State Alchemists who are nicknamed as human weapons or "dogs of the military."
One of Edward's fellow alchemists is Zolf J. Kimblee, otherwise known as the Crimson Alchemist who specializes in turning anything he comes in contact with into a bomb. To put it the simplest way possible, Kimblee is majorly fucked up in the head. A deranged psychopath who loves the sight of blood and the sound of screams, he earned his fame as a State Alchemist during the Ishbalan extermination for killing the most people using his alchemy. Although he's crazier than a loon, he conceals his murderous disposition behind a facade of gentlemanly politeness, typically speaking respectfully to his superiors and unrelated civilians. Being an alchemist, Kimblee is incredibly intelligent and even has a photographic memory, employing it in ways like never forgetting a person's face or recalling the details of how he killed his victims. He also has a great respect for those who are committed to their work and follow through to the end, be it saving lives or taking them.
Sample Entry:
No, no, that was all wrong. It was supposed to be an implosion, not an explosion. How am I supposed to fulfill the position that was assigned to me by the Director if I only have incompetent base ingredients to work from? I know it's hard to find good help these days, Miss Gruagh, but when I ask for volunteers for my research, I expect them to be at least halfway decent. One of my jobs is to find unexplored ways to clear the population, and it's your job to assist me in gathering raw materials. Oozing limbs are still acceptable, but limbs falling off just won't do. I can't make my work beautiful if bits and pieces are missing, now can I? Please fetch me more hapless volunteers and I'll allow that frontal lobe you were nibbling on to pass by my attention. Go on then.
Now with that out of the way, I can begin my other work. If I could have everyone's attention, please. Effective immediately, I will be your new supervisor in dealing with explosives and other combustible material. I believe my transfer orders were to "instruct in the proper use and execution of detonating objects within Camp Fuck You Die as you see fit." The heartmark at the end was especially charming. What these orders basically mean is that I will be watching over anything and everything to do with things that explode. What I've observed so far is paltry at best and not nearly as wonderful as it could be, and I mean to correct that right here and now.
- Ah, Miss Gruagh, you have impeccable timing. I was just about to demonstrate the correct way to handle explosives. If you could set whatever it is you're carrying around down for just a moment, I'll ask you to hold this. Don't grip the top of it too tightly now, it's likely to be pulled out and - What a waste of a perfectly good grenade. Good help really is rare here if the few semi-talented assistants are prone to fumbling. Ah, even my jacket got dirty. She was at least of some use if she was carrying something I can use for the next lesson with her ...
The next demonstration for today is to never let your guard down when it comes to explosive material. Can everyone see this fuzzy doll with the red bauble? Even this can be used as a bomb. Something as innocent-looking as this is ideal for an unsuspecting crowd and perfect for illiciting screams of terror. You there, the small zombie child that's hiding behind the tree, please come closer. You look like a smart child for one that's lacking brains. Come help me over here and hold this doll for me ...
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