Kimblee_
Legacy Name: Kimblee_

Where could it be? You were looking for your cabin, but all you managed to do was wander through three different train cabs. You couldn't find anyone to ask, and you seemed to have gotten yourself turned around somewhere along the way. You weren't sure what to do. You couldn't always open a compartment and ask another passenger, but that seemed kind of rude. You were out of options though....

You knocked lightly on the nearest compartments door and waited for a response. "Hmmm...?"it was a male voice hinted with light confusion, "You can come in."

You slid the door open and peered inside. There rested a Reborn Jollin, calmly sipping some hot beverage. He gave a smile gentle smile, "Oh? That makes sense. I wasn't sure who I knew that would be polite enough to knock. It makes more sense that it was a stranger knocking on my door."

"Well, I just couldn't find my seat. Do you knew which train car this is?"

He paused for a second, looking up, contemplating. From the angle you could see around that curious white hat he was wearing. "We're in the third passenger car, I believe. If you want you could rest here for a while. It wouldn't bother me."

You thanked him for the kind offer and sat down. He even offered you what he had been drinking, which had turned out to be coffee. He laughed and said that it was flavored, but it was too light to taste anyway.

As you were in the middle of an engaging conversation, the door slammed open causing you to jump. Your eyes shot to the door. There stood a rather menacing looking Bloodred Feli. He looked none-too-pleased.

"Kimmers!"he exclaimed in a rather exasperated tone, "You wouldn't believe-!"he halted mid-sentence and stared at you. You could feel your heart beat in your chest as he stared you down, "What's that doing there?"

"Oh? That's a tad rude, don't you think?" he replied, a smirk forming on his lips.

The Feli shrugged and sat down to lounge on the seat opposite of Kimblee. He gave you a look as if to say 'This is my seat'. You decided that you'd rather not stay in the Feli's company and bid Kimblee farewell.

Now which train car did he say this was again?

About Solf J. Kimblee

Age: Unknown

Height: Approximately 6'0''

Occupation: State Alchemist

Title: The Crimson Lotus Alchemist (Sometimes referred to as simply 'The Crimson Alchemist.')

Special Notes: He has photographic memory

When first introduced Kimblee has been locked away in prison. It seems that during the Ishval war Kimblee slayed his commanding officers. Though this was not because he disagreed with the war, but because he wanted to keep the Philosopher's Stone that he was given to test out during the war. The Philosopher's Stone is a amplifier for alchemic transmutations. He is one of the few survivors from the Ishval war's front lines that wasn't traumatized by the horrors of what happened there.

During the Ishval war when he saw the toll it was taking on Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang, he scolded them. He told them that they knew what would be asked of them when they joined the military. That they had chosen to wear the uniform and to accept the outcome of their actions. He seemed to show a great deal of disdain for their weakness. Even when other members of the military tried to show mercy to Ishvalans (such as non-fighting women) Kimblee would kill them without a second thought.

Kimblee was sent to protect the Rockbells (two doctors who were treated wounded regardless of whose side they were on) but strongly hinted towards the fact that he was supposed to kill them when it was possible. When he arrived they had already been killed. He later said that he respected them for standing to their beliefs in such a chaotic time. Since they were doctors their purpose was to save lives, and since they died in pursuit of this, he said that their deaths were noble ones.

Kimblee has the heart of an artist and finds alchemically-induced explosions to be of the highest aesthetic. This is why his alchemy centers around explosions. He aims to make them as beautiful as possible in terms of scope, destructive capability and sound. Although he doesn't seem to care about the lives lost or the people hurt, he does seem to care about whether a person has the willpower and/or the strength of a person or/and people is overpowering versus of another force.

Despite his twisted psyche and philosophies he is generally an inquisitive, apathetic observer. It seems that he does genuinely respects those with strong wills who are able to stay true to their beliefs. At some points he seems like a sociopath (And it's debatable whether he is or not) showing a keen understanding or human nature and is able to easily conceal himself in normal society. He's aware that his thoughts and mindset are different then the rest of the world, but can argue his beliefs in a way that can make most rational people waver.

After being released from prison he wears a white suit and a white hat. His long black hair, pulled back in a neat ponytail. He doesn't appear threatening at all, making him extraordinarily dangerous.

Originally coded by: dreamsky
Edited by: Priestess_Of_Suzaku