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Writing Sample: For this section, you have two choices:

1. Fill out an IC survey (copypaste below)
2. Write a first or third person sample on the subject of your choice. (~300-500 words)

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Character Name: Solf J. Kimblee
Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga)
Reference Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fullmetal_Alchemist

Character History: Solf J Kimblee was a State Alchemist – a man employed by the government of Amestris to do their dirty work, basically, using alchemy. But he never really disagreed with it. His own form of alchemy was explosions; he specialized in setting them off, and being a party of the military only gave him a channel to do more of that in. In an acceptable manner, of course.

The Amestrian government soon sent him, along with other State Alchemists, to suppress a rebellion in Ishbal. Kimblee loved it – he was extremely enthusiastic in the task given to them, an “Ishbalan extermination” in which all of the nation were to be killed. The government allowed him to use an imperfect Philosopher's Stone, which greatly amplified his abilities and gave him even more joy. At the war's end, though, instead of returning it, he swallowed it and blew up the witnesses.

Which wound him up in prison. He was only released years later to aid a corrupt government intent sacrificing the lives of everyone in the entire country to create a new world. He gladly went along with that, which kind of dicked him over when the heroes won a battle against him and he was devoured in a neardeath state by one of the monsters he was working with.

Personality: Solf J. Kimblee is a man who enjoys the finer things in life! Nice white suits, philosophy, debates, and the spine-tingling sensation of being close to, feeling and seeing an explosion go off. You know, the usual vices.

He is kind of nuts. He views explosions as an art form, particularly the sound of them – and occasionally the death paired with them. He has an extremely obvious enthusiasm for them, even in the midst of battle or wiping out dozens and dozens of innocent citizens; he appreciates their destruction, the scope – all of what makes normal people consider explosions terrifying. It's his favourite hobby! He loves death and he feels that death loves him back, considering all the times he's been placed in danger – he's not exactly suicidal, but he hates to back down from a good fight.

He's not always so obvious, though. In fact, Kimblee is rather skilled at making himself come across as a normal person. He's charming, well-dressed and always well-spoken – and thus able to become a State Alchemist despite his lunacy. To others, he can come across as downright gentlemanly whenever the situation calls for it. But that ties into his craziness; Kimblee is a very goal-oriented person, and is not above manipulating, killing and using people to achieve his goals. In fact, he revels in it.

He's tends to be an observer, though, in line with his own goals. Part of what makes him take part in a scheme that would slaughter an entire country was a desire to see “evolution” with his own eyes – survival of the fittest. He believes in that whole heartedly – and any slaughter or death that is required for him to see that conflict of weak vs. strong is just a necessary byproduct, in his eyes.

Along with that, he does genuinely admire strong people and people who stick to their intentions, no matter the circumstances. He admires doctors who heal even the enemy's soldiers, because they stick to their role of “healing others” -- similarly, soldiers' roles are “killing others”. They accepted that role, and he looks down on any people who pity themselves for having to kill or back down it.

Writing Sample: Ishbal was a paradise.

And not in the terms that those religious fanatics thought it was. It wasn't a holy place or anything of the sort, by their standards. Kimblee could take one look at the miles and miles of destruction and death that was Ishbal now and determine that there was nothing holy about this place – not anymore, at least.

Kimblee did admire those who stuck to their faith, though it wouldn't save them in the end. Determination and sticking to their roles – a priest is a priest, who “saves others”.

One was performing some sort of rite for a group of huddled-up Ishbalan soldiers in the shelter of a half-ruined building when Kimblee found them. He stopped to listen, unseen and amused. He couldn't understand the language the priest was speaking in, and he didn't particularly need or want to. What he did understand was that the priest's voice was set and unwavering, completely devoted to its purpose – even though his home was falling apart around him. It may have been brainwashing -- “opium of the masses”, some called it – but it was effective. The rebels were listening with rapt attention, eyes closed. Kimblee was almost sorry to break it up.

Almost.

One of the soldiers finally opened his eyes when he heard a noise somewhere in the distance – and saw Kimblee regurgitating his red Philosopher's Stone to clench it between his front teeth in a wide grin.

Kimblee understood the language the Ishbalan spoke when he choked out “The Crimson Alchemist -- !” The cries of his comrades soon followed, heading for their guns, while Kimblee calmly lowered his hands to the ground, the symbols on his palms sparking as he set off a remote detonation with the power of the Stone to aid him. The explosion targeted the base of the building, the structures holding it together, sending the rest of it crumbling down onto the congregation.

It was heaven. Or, at least, a glimpse of it. Kimblee could feel the vibrations in his spine, his eardrums, his entire body; he could see the destruction and hear the blast wave, the cries of agony and shock from the pile of rubble. It was a toe-curling, ecstatic feeling that resonated through his entire being. Kimblee couldn't help but laugh – a wild, unrestrained one. Amestrian soldiers soon caught up to him in the midst of admiring his own handiwork.

“Sir -- ?” One questioned, clutching his gun nervously. Kimblee only smiled.

“Don't just wait around here. We still need to see more of this paradise.”

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