Post by Kimbley on Jun 14, 2010 22:53:23 GMT -5
Zolf J. Kimbley
╡Mad Bomber╞
Come on, Come on!
Come on, Come on!
Come on, Come on!
Come on, Come on!
All those Saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
Wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen
And a big imagination
All this, I seek, I find I push the envelope to the line
Make it, break it
Take it, until I’m overrated!
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
Wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen
And a big imagination
All this, I seek, I find I push the envelope to the line
Make it, break it
Take it, until I’m overrated!
†»Name ¦ Zolf J. Kimbley
†»Alias ¦
Crimson Alchemist
Red Lotus Alchemist
Mad Bomber
†»Age ¦ 20s
†»Gender ¦ Male ♂
†»Species ¦ Human
†»Occupation ¦ Former State Alchemist
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Click Click Boom!
I'm comin' down on the stereo, hear me on the radio
Click Click Boom!
I'm comin' down with the new style and you know it's buck wild
Click Click Boom!
I'm on the radio station TOUR around the nation leaving the scene in devastation.
I'm comin' down on the stereo, hear me on the radio
Click Click Boom!
I'm comin' down with the new style and you know it's buck wild
Click Click Boom!
I'm on the radio station TOUR around the nation leaving the scene in devastation.
†»Mother ¦ Unknown
†»Father ¦ Unknown
†»Siblings ¦ Unknown
†»Spouse ¦ None
†»Alliances ¦ Formarly State Military, the Father
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I can see it in my mind
I can see it in your eyes
It's close enough to touch it now
far away enough to die!
I can see it in your eyes
It's close enough to touch it now
far away enough to die!
†»Eye Color ¦ Pale Blue
†»Hair Color ¦ Black
†»Skin Color ¦ Pale white
†»Height ¦ Just above average
†»Weight ¦ Just below average
†»Overall ¦ Due too being locked away he wears standard brown clothing, it hangs losley around his limbs and is slightly torn around the edges. He has a wooden hand-cuff around his hands to keep them seperated.
He ties his long, black hair into a neat ponytail, leaving two long strands of hair loose in the front. He is tall and thin with piercing eyes colored blue.
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What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect
But still you don't hear no cryin' ass bitchin' from me
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
So just sit back and relax
And let me have your head for a minute
I can show you somethin' in it
That has yet to be preceded, oh yeah!
My mom and dad weren't perfect
But still you don't hear no cryin' ass bitchin' from me
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
So just sit back and relax
And let me have your head for a minute
I can show you somethin' in it
That has yet to be preceded, oh yeah!
†»Intelligence ¦ ╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬
†»Compassion ¦ ╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬
†»Aggression ¦ ╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬
†»Happiness ¦ ╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬
†»Likes ¦ Explosions, personal gain, power, people of strong will, art
†»Dislikes ¦ Weakness, those who do nothing
†»Personality ¦ Kimbley is as much a philosopher as he is a psychopath. A gentleman artist through and through, he considers his alchemically-induced explosions to be of the highest aesthetic and aims to make them as "beautiful" as possible in terms of scope, destructive capability and sound - sound apparently being the most important criterion based on his oft-showcased keen ear for explosives and his manic enthusiasm for loud eruptions.
Kimbley's twisted psyche manifests not so much outwardly as in his personal philosophies. Not so much immoral as amoral, he stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", Kimbley takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for human lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise. Even his own life is accountable to his warped ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.
Cool and mannerly, Kimbley is an avid philosopher and skilled rhetorician who argues his nihilistic viewpoints well enough silence most naysayers. However, he seems aware that his mindset and actions are not in tune with the popular veins of thought and actively shrouds his psychopathy with gentlemanly decorum and clever semantics. As an analyst of human nature, Solf Kimbley understands exactly what needs to be said in order to hide his "heresy" from those who would not understand him. Kimbley is shown to be a very calculating and methodical man, able to seemingly perceive any and all matters at hand and use this information to better manipulate the situation, making him all the more dangerous.
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Click Click Boom!
I'm comin' down on the stereo, hear me on the radio
Click Click Boom!
I'm comin' down with the new style and you know it's buck wild
Click Click Boom!
I'm on the radio station Tour around the nation,
Leavin' the scene in devastation.
I'm comin' down on the stereo, hear me on the radio
Click Click Boom!
I'm comin' down with the new style and you know it's buck wild
Click Click Boom!
I'm on the radio station Tour around the nation,
Leavin' the scene in devastation.
†»Alchemy ¦ Kimbley's unique type of alchemy involves orchestrating explosions and is centered around the transmutation arrays tattooed on his palms. On each hand is a triangle inscribed in a circle with alchemical symbols in the center of each - the sun symbol (signifying gold) on his right palm and the moon symbol (signifying silver) on his left. When he puts his palms together the two triangles (the left pointing up to represent fire and the right pointing down to represent water) combine to form a hexagram which initiates the transmutation. Transcribed around both circles is a ring of unidentified text.
In the manga, Kimblee uses this array to transmute ordinary matter into explosives by clapping his hands together. By combining the contradictory symbols of the sun and moon, gold and silver, water and fire, the Red Lotus Alchemist creates an unstable imbalance of energy in whatever matter he touches, causing it to explode violently. He has also revealed himself to be capable of causing that instability to flow from one place to another at his will, essentially directing localized explosions from long range. By using only the hexagram of his transmutation circle and not the celestial runes, he can also perform more mundane transmutations that involve the alteration of matter, but not its detonation.
With the added amplification of the Philosopher's Stone, Kimblee's alchemy reaches much further than usual; he is able to bypass the Law of Equivalent Exchange and create far more powerful explosions with it in his possession. Additionally, he does not seem to require the use of both hands in order to transmute explosions while using the Stone.
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Why have I clouded up my mind
Why's my mother always right
And will I make it to the end
Or will I crawl away and die.
Why's my mother always right
And will I make it to the end
Or will I crawl away and die.
†»History ¦ He looks with disdain upon Mustang and Hawkeye's guilt regarding their actions against the Ishvalan citizens, reminding them that they bore the military uniform of their own free will, knowing what may have been expected of them when they made the decision. He also purposefully thwarts any attempts other state alchemists make to show mercy to the enemy, such as when he kills two fleeing Ishvalan women whom Armstrong attempted to spare, reminding his comrade that allowing an enemy to escape was an offense punished by court-marshal before extending a hand to help him up.
After it was discovered that the Rockbell doctors were aiding the Ishvalans, Kimblee's superiors express discontent for their actions. Because they were providing humanitarian aid, it was the military's duty to protect them, an act which they felt was an unnecessary burden to them. Kimblee's unit is the one sent to guard the Rockbells, with it being strongly implied that he was to assassinate them as soon as possible. Kimblee expresses admiration toward the doctors, stating his respect for their doing their job as doctors in such a chaotic time. When it's discovered that they were killed prior to his arrival, Kimblee states that the purpose of a soldier is to take life, and the purpose of a doctor is to save it, and as such, the Rockbell's deaths were noble ones.
Following these events, Kimblee kills several of his superior officers, in doing so maintaining his possession of the Philosophers stone he was issued, and was subsequently sent to prison.
Hearing the noise of Laboratory 5's destruction from his cell at the prison next door, Kimblee correctly deduces the sound's origin and expresses his ecstasy over the sound and feeling of such a nearby, powerful explosion.
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All those Saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
Those Saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze.
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
Those Saturdays, when kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze.
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It's all inside of me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside of my head
It's all inside of me
It's comin' over me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside my head!
Yeah!
It's all inside of me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside of my head
It's all inside of me
It's comin' over me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside my head!
Yeah!
†»Song Lyrics ¦ Click click boom - Saliva
†»User Name ¦ Crystal
†»Series From ¦ Full Metal Alchemist; Brotherhood
†»Notes ¦ iluguysreally
†»Outline By ¦ Gearr