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[Player name] Shark
[Age] 24
[Personal Journal] Neonshark
[Other characters currently played] None.
[Character name] Zolf J. Kimblee, The Crimson Alchemist
[Age] In his 30s (never officially stated in cannon)
[Canon] Full Metal Alchemist 2003 anime
[Point in time taken from canon] His death
[Background]
http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Solf_J._Kimblee#2003_Anime
[Personality]
The textbook example of a psychopath, Kimblee has no regard for human life and no concept of morals, guilt or regret. What’s right and what’s wrong are questions for the feeble minded to ponder, something he’s far above because he is enlightened enough to realize that the only thing that makes a difference is the strength to survive and overpower others.
He’s a true believer in ‘survival of the fittest’, regarding life and death from that perspective. Those who die weren’t strong enough to survive, it’s that simple. The winner takes it all because he deserves it for winning. He respects strength and true conviction and people who possess them, though it won’t make him hesitate to turn against them (or turn them into explosives) if that’s what best suits his needs. Those who lack these qualities he considers worthless and not worth his time.
Death doesn’t scare him. His own life is just another life when it comes down to it and if he loses it, it just means he wasn’t strong enough to live. He doesn’t hesitate to gamble with his own life just to see if he’s fit to survive.
A cold-blooded killer who doesn’t think twice about the death of innocent, Kimblee outright enjoys death and destruction. Kimblee is a good, if unpredictable and uncontrollable soldier because he has no moral hang-ups about murdering anyone at all, no matter the numbers, no matter how innocent. He kills not only because it’s his duty as a soldier, but because he enjoys it. Battlefield is the perfect place for him to feel fully alive, the one place where he’s free to do what he does best without restrictions. He’s outright sadistic and proud of it, making it into an art. And he doesn’t like leaving a job unfinished, wishing to to get revenge on anyone who’s survived his attacks by coming back to kill them if he gets the chance.
In his own mind, Kimblee is an artist above all. He is a soldier, because war is the perfect canvas for his art, it provides endless fodder for his work. In his art that consists of blood, death and especially explosions, he aims for the higher aesthetic value, the ultimate beauty, like any true artist would. The true beauty to Kimblee comes with the most power, because the bigger, louder and flashier the explosion, the greater it's beauty. Nothing gives him more pleasure than watching and listening to his own destructive handiwork.
While Kimblee doesn’t feel what is considered normal human emotions, he understands them enough to be able to use them in others to his advantage. He sees the world in his own way, as a collection of connections between things, much like the connections between the atoms and molecules that he manipulates when he is working his alchemy. He knows how to manipulate people too, and use the information he acquires as a keen observer to his own advantage.
While Kimblee knows that the way he acts is not considered acceptable by the society, he doesn’t care. He is also convinced that his way is the right way, and he is eager to explain his beliefs and the beauty of the things he does to others. He takes sadistic pleasure in watching normal people struggle when confronted with his philosophies and how convincing he makes them sound. Aware that his way of life is considered ‘mad’ by the society, Kimblee is capable of hiding it when he needs to, as proven by the fact that he passed the State Alchemist test in the first place. He just doesn’t care to hide it unless it’s necessary.
It could be claimed that power isn't merely an obsession but an addiction to Kimblee. The power he tasted when he was first issued a shard of the Philosopher’s stone during the Ishval war got him hooked after he saw how much its powers amplified his destructive abilities. There were no one he wouldn’t have killed or betrayed to hold onto that power, and get more of it.
[Abilities]
http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Solf_J._Kimblee#Explosion_Alchemy
[Other important stuff]
This version of Kimblee is taken from the 2003 version of Full Metal Alchemist anime. I’ve heard that most of the FMA cast is taken from the manga/later anime. But hopefully the differences between the characters' memories of each others and the events that took place can be chalked up to the general strangeness of Somarium.
[Sample Post]
[First Person]
- Would you consider yourself a power hungry individual?
Anyone who doesn’t admit to being power hungry is deceiving himself. Power is the only thing worth having. Isn’t desire for power what starts all the wars, and make the world go around? Hm?
- If I offered to save your soul for a price, would you go with it and why?
That is a bargain where I merely stand to lose. My soul doesn’t need to be saved, and certainly not for any price you might have in mind.
- Your country is in the middle of a war. What do you think of it? Do you support it or try to solve it yourself by going on an epic quest? Explain.
Epic quest, what’s the purpose? I would enrol, if I wasn’t enlisted already, and put my artistry to good use in the battle field.
- Murder. What is your opinion?
The fuss people throw about such things is unreasonable. If the individual who was murdered wasn’t strong enough to defend himself then the murderer was doing jim a favour. And either way, murder is an art form.
- Can you surpass God?
I already have. What god – this hypothetical creature that you refer to – did was create a world, but look at the world, it's filled with imperfection, asymmetry. God failed at creating perfection. I, on the other hand, when I touch a creation of this supposed god and nudge its atoms into a new arrangement, into a symmetry they never experienced before, I create something that will go out with a BANG, and in that one glorious final moment, be as close to perfection as anything can get.
- Some angry birds come to you to help them defeat some evil green pigs. Do you help them out?
What—- Well, hypothetically speaking, I could turn the angered birds into projectile time bombs and launch them at the pigs, taking both of them out in the resulting explosion. However, the usefulness of this question and theorizing on the solutions eludes me.
[Third Person]
Kimblee glanced up at the sky. The storm seemed to be gathering strength, the clouds that were gathering over the horizon were also growing darker and the distant sound of thunder boomed through the scene. He took a moment to enjoy the light show, lightning bolts flashing inside the mass of clouds in the distance. The resulting sound that followed a few heartbeats later was like the sound of bombs going on in some distant country. It soothed his soul. The rainwater running down his upturned face went unnoticed. The deficit umbrella that he'd carried had been tossed away a while ago, useless and thus forgotten.
He felt no urge to flee to safety from the rain. He was enjoying the electric feeling as the storm approached, the feeling of electrons in the surrounding air change their charge as the thunder front swept towards the town. He could smell the ozone in the wind, and he drew it deep into his lungs like it was opium. The cold didn't bother him and neither did the rain. Clothes could always be changed later.
It was the crimson stain in the window of the abandoned house that brought the shack to his attention. The blood was still fresh, or at least it looked like it. To some such a sight would spell trouble, but to Kimblee it spelled fun. As he stepped through the unlocked door, boots finding their footing between the piles of debris as expertly as could be expected of someone's with a soldier's training, his thumbs wiped the excess rainwater from his palms instinctively, fingertips caressing the in circles softly.
The room with the stained window was behind the corner. For a moment Kimblee stopped, listened to the sounds of the old building surrounding him. The rain provided a background noise that could have been distracting and the thunder still rumbled somewhere, inching closer. But the alchemist was sure he could make out the sounds made by another human being if one was nearby and he heard nothing alarming.
For a moment, while he stood outside the room, it was the Schrödinger's cat except with a man. Before he entered his target was alive and dead simultaneously. Only a look around the corner would determine his fate. And determine how much fun there was to be had. If it was a corpse, one that hadn't died by its own hand, the killer could still be in the building and that would be where the fun began.
A lethal game of hide and seek, just what your parents would recommend for a rainy day's activity. Even better when complete with mother nature's own firework show outside the windows if the storm reached them in time.
He turned the corner, making no attempt to hide the sound of his heavy boots on the old wood floor.
[Why do you want to play this character in Somarium?] There are already quite a few characters from the cannon (albeit the newer anime) so I would like to give them a bad guy to interact with. Also, Kimblee and dreams is a combination too delicious not to explore.
[Which rule was your favorite and why?] The ‘No Playerchest’ rule because playerchest is such a funny word.
Seriously speaking, the activity requirements, because they’re reasonably achievable and should make sure that there is enough activity to keep the game interesting.
[Where did you hear about Somarium?] From Mei.
[Any questions?] Not a question, just a note. I had to rush to get this written before the current application period ends because I’m impatient and would rather not wait another month, so if you would like to see anything expanded, just let me know and I’ll be happy to do it~
[Age] 24
[Personal Journal] Neonshark
[Other characters currently played] None.
[Character name] Zolf J. Kimblee, The Crimson Alchemist
[Age] In his 30s (never officially stated in cannon)
[Canon] Full Metal Alchemist 2003 anime
[Point in time taken from canon] His death
[Background]
http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Solf_J._Kimblee#2003_Anime
[Personality]
The textbook example of a psychopath, Kimblee has no regard for human life and no concept of morals, guilt or regret. What’s right and what’s wrong are questions for the feeble minded to ponder, something he’s far above because he is enlightened enough to realize that the only thing that makes a difference is the strength to survive and overpower others.
He’s a true believer in ‘survival of the fittest’, regarding life and death from that perspective. Those who die weren’t strong enough to survive, it’s that simple. The winner takes it all because he deserves it for winning. He respects strength and true conviction and people who possess them, though it won’t make him hesitate to turn against them (or turn them into explosives) if that’s what best suits his needs. Those who lack these qualities he considers worthless and not worth his time.
Death doesn’t scare him. His own life is just another life when it comes down to it and if he loses it, it just means he wasn’t strong enough to live. He doesn’t hesitate to gamble with his own life just to see if he’s fit to survive.
A cold-blooded killer who doesn’t think twice about the death of innocent, Kimblee outright enjoys death and destruction. Kimblee is a good, if unpredictable and uncontrollable soldier because he has no moral hang-ups about murdering anyone at all, no matter the numbers, no matter how innocent. He kills not only because it’s his duty as a soldier, but because he enjoys it. Battlefield is the perfect place for him to feel fully alive, the one place where he’s free to do what he does best without restrictions. He’s outright sadistic and proud of it, making it into an art. And he doesn’t like leaving a job unfinished, wishing to to get revenge on anyone who’s survived his attacks by coming back to kill them if he gets the chance.
In his own mind, Kimblee is an artist above all. He is a soldier, because war is the perfect canvas for his art, it provides endless fodder for his work. In his art that consists of blood, death and especially explosions, he aims for the higher aesthetic value, the ultimate beauty, like any true artist would. The true beauty to Kimblee comes with the most power, because the bigger, louder and flashier the explosion, the greater it's beauty. Nothing gives him more pleasure than watching and listening to his own destructive handiwork.
While Kimblee doesn’t feel what is considered normal human emotions, he understands them enough to be able to use them in others to his advantage. He sees the world in his own way, as a collection of connections between things, much like the connections between the atoms and molecules that he manipulates when he is working his alchemy. He knows how to manipulate people too, and use the information he acquires as a keen observer to his own advantage.
While Kimblee knows that the way he acts is not considered acceptable by the society, he doesn’t care. He is also convinced that his way is the right way, and he is eager to explain his beliefs and the beauty of the things he does to others. He takes sadistic pleasure in watching normal people struggle when confronted with his philosophies and how convincing he makes them sound. Aware that his way of life is considered ‘mad’ by the society, Kimblee is capable of hiding it when he needs to, as proven by the fact that he passed the State Alchemist test in the first place. He just doesn’t care to hide it unless it’s necessary.
It could be claimed that power isn't merely an obsession but an addiction to Kimblee. The power he tasted when he was first issued a shard of the Philosopher’s stone during the Ishval war got him hooked after he saw how much its powers amplified his destructive abilities. There were no one he wouldn’t have killed or betrayed to hold onto that power, and get more of it.
[Abilities]
http://fma.wikia.com/wiki/Solf_J._Kimblee#Explosion_Alchemy
[Other important stuff]
This version of Kimblee is taken from the 2003 version of Full Metal Alchemist anime. I’ve heard that most of the FMA cast is taken from the manga/later anime. But hopefully the differences between the characters' memories of each others and the events that took place can be chalked up to the general strangeness of Somarium.
[Sample Post]
[First Person]
- Would you consider yourself a power hungry individual?
Anyone who doesn’t admit to being power hungry is deceiving himself. Power is the only thing worth having. Isn’t desire for power what starts all the wars, and make the world go around? Hm?
- If I offered to save your soul for a price, would you go with it and why?
That is a bargain where I merely stand to lose. My soul doesn’t need to be saved, and certainly not for any price you might have in mind.
- Your country is in the middle of a war. What do you think of it? Do you support it or try to solve it yourself by going on an epic quest? Explain.
Epic quest, what’s the purpose? I would enrol, if I wasn’t enlisted already, and put my artistry to good use in the battle field.
- Murder. What is your opinion?
The fuss people throw about such things is unreasonable. If the individual who was murdered wasn’t strong enough to defend himself then the murderer was doing jim a favour. And either way, murder is an art form.
- Can you surpass God?
I already have. What god – this hypothetical creature that you refer to – did was create a world, but look at the world, it's filled with imperfection, asymmetry. God failed at creating perfection. I, on the other hand, when I touch a creation of this supposed god and nudge its atoms into a new arrangement, into a symmetry they never experienced before, I create something that will go out with a BANG, and in that one glorious final moment, be as close to perfection as anything can get.
- Some angry birds come to you to help them defeat some evil green pigs. Do you help them out?
What—- Well, hypothetically speaking, I could turn the angered birds into projectile time bombs and launch them at the pigs, taking both of them out in the resulting explosion. However, the usefulness of this question and theorizing on the solutions eludes me.
[Third Person]
Kimblee glanced up at the sky. The storm seemed to be gathering strength, the clouds that were gathering over the horizon were also growing darker and the distant sound of thunder boomed through the scene. He took a moment to enjoy the light show, lightning bolts flashing inside the mass of clouds in the distance. The resulting sound that followed a few heartbeats later was like the sound of bombs going on in some distant country. It soothed his soul. The rainwater running down his upturned face went unnoticed. The deficit umbrella that he'd carried had been tossed away a while ago, useless and thus forgotten.
He felt no urge to flee to safety from the rain. He was enjoying the electric feeling as the storm approached, the feeling of electrons in the surrounding air change their charge as the thunder front swept towards the town. He could smell the ozone in the wind, and he drew it deep into his lungs like it was opium. The cold didn't bother him and neither did the rain. Clothes could always be changed later.
It was the crimson stain in the window of the abandoned house that brought the shack to his attention. The blood was still fresh, or at least it looked like it. To some such a sight would spell trouble, but to Kimblee it spelled fun. As he stepped through the unlocked door, boots finding their footing between the piles of debris as expertly as could be expected of someone's with a soldier's training, his thumbs wiped the excess rainwater from his palms instinctively, fingertips caressing the in circles softly.
The room with the stained window was behind the corner. For a moment Kimblee stopped, listened to the sounds of the old building surrounding him. The rain provided a background noise that could have been distracting and the thunder still rumbled somewhere, inching closer. But the alchemist was sure he could make out the sounds made by another human being if one was nearby and he heard nothing alarming.
For a moment, while he stood outside the room, it was the Schrödinger's cat except with a man. Before he entered his target was alive and dead simultaneously. Only a look around the corner would determine his fate. And determine how much fun there was to be had. If it was a corpse, one that hadn't died by its own hand, the killer could still be in the building and that would be where the fun began.
A lethal game of hide and seek, just what your parents would recommend for a rainy day's activity. Even better when complete with mother nature's own firework show outside the windows if the storm reached them in time.
He turned the corner, making no attempt to hide the sound of his heavy boots on the old wood floor.
[Why do you want to play this character in Somarium?] There are already quite a few characters from the cannon (albeit the newer anime) so I would like to give them a bad guy to interact with. Also, Kimblee and dreams is a combination too delicious not to explore.
[Which rule was your favorite and why?] The ‘No Playerchest’ rule because playerchest is such a funny word.
Seriously speaking, the activity requirements, because they’re reasonably achievable and should make sure that there is enough activity to keep the game interesting.
[Where did you hear about Somarium?] From Mei.
[Any questions?] Not a question, just a note. I had to rush to get this written before the current application period ends because I’m impatient and would rather not wait another month, so if you would like to see anything expanded, just let me know and I’ll be happy to do it~
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