It was 1906, a year before the Ishval Extermination was going to start. You were a famous oppositionist, a liberal who was speaking out against the Fuhrer's regime and helping like-minded individuals get elected to the Parliament. Kimblee had just passed his tests and got his title and rank, so he was sent to "talk" to you. It wasn't supposed to be a pleasant conversation, for sure. When you opened the door, you saw a man with a long black ponytail and icy blue eyes. Solf had an arched nose and was dressed in his uniform, which brought his eyes and other features out. He invited himself in, enjoying your fear, and asked. "I hope you're the person I'm looking for? My name's Solf J Kimblee, the Crimson Alchemist."