Frank Archer's House

crappy coffee and a great couch

Zolf J. Kimbly
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This Journal will also be used as a Joint Journal for a Zoofic Kimbly Character as well. Just an FYI to all. Thank you.

My name is Zolf J. Kimbly--no more, no less. The middle name is none of your fucking concern. I grew up in South-Eastern Amestris, where it's kinda woodsy, kinda sandy. Uneventful childhood, got a decent education then left for basic training to enter the miltiary academy. Passed, so on, so forth, yadda, yadda, became a state alchemist, specializing in explosives. Went into the Ishbalan war with the rank of major, and blew the natives up--it was pretty fun...

Got locked up for offing a few superior officers who didn't agree with me and broke out a few years later when the Fullmetal kid blew a hole the size of East City in the prison I was in. Frank dropped a bit of persuasion and picked me up, getting me back into the military soon after. So until I get a place of my own, I get to live in Frank's house and mooch off his refrigerator and hot water.

Life is good.

Zolf J. Kimbly is a destruction loving alchemist, who utilizes the arrays tattooed upon the palms of his hands. He is an explosives expert and with his arrays, he can--with a touch, rearrange the atomic structure of an object, be it inanimate or organic. And with this restructuring, he can shift the elements of an object to such a degree that the most volitile come in contact with one another...it makes for a beautiful explosion. He also enjoys Lucky Charms breakfast cereal and cheap beer, takes impossibly long showers, and enjoys seeing Archer on his knees--but he'll never tell you that.

(please mister LJ police. don't kill me over my interests box. this is a role-play account. it just so happens that i landed the role of the sociopath. i do not, and will not ever condone any of the acts mentioned in my interests box--except liking lucky charms breakfast cereal...and uke roy. i'll pimp that stuff until the day i die.)

1812, basque gran, boom, bridges, cheap beer, cheap suits, classical music, destruction, explodie, explosions, fedoras, fire, frank archer, frank sinatra, frank's back, frank's cocky-ass smirk, frank's couch, frank's glare, frank's thighs, frank's waist, genocide, good whiskey, goodwill, gothic literature, harassing cadets, harassing frank's underlings, ice princess, innuendo, ishbal, jogging, long showers, lucky charms, making frank beg, mindfuck, mindgames, mustang's mother, pinstripe, pissing off greed, quid pro quo, red stones, salvation army, stealing frank's slippers, stretching, survival training, the anvil chorus, the monkey cup, thunderstorms, tim marcoh, uke roy, v for vendetta, war, wrinkling frank's shirts