[[Let's start over... shall we?]] The name is Havoc, Jean Havoc of the Central Military. He could not be mistaken by any other name. He always had a cigarette in his mouth like a small child addicted to sugar would have a sucker. The chain smoker had dirty blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes; he could not be mistaken for any other. Havoc was the second lieutenant under Riza Hawkeye. Though he was miserable to hear that she out ranked him even by a little, he knew she was a better shot anyway. Unhappy as he was, he wasn't the first lacky under the control of Colonel Roy Mustang. He was satisfied enough. Though Havoc was the second lieutenant of most major crisis, he would always be stuck with the paperwork. He loathed that beyond the point of bursting; yet lately, he had gotten use the work best left to those who aren't skilled with a sniper rifle. Strong looking and bold as he looks, Havoc is very prone to going to the Emergency room and back. His many encounters with danger often lead him here and there and covered in bandages. The poor guy has a heart of gold, but the luck of a kid who just walked under a ladder. His nervousness can never seem to over come the danger and in the end: Hospital. Story of his life... OOC:
o.O 459 days.... Wow... That's a lot for me... | 
