Hellfire: The 2nd Outbreak (Starts now-No LSU's)

[Master Rudy]

Before you post be sure to re-post your profile in this topic. As I said in my final post for sign ups I will allow anyone who wants another character to have one but there will only be one or two more freaks at the most and no more human virgins.

Name-Rudy "Yankee" Summers
Age-23
Nationality-British/American
Race-Human
Virgin-Yes
Side-Met Police, later Hellsing
Appearence-Is about 5'11" and has short, spiked blond hair and brown eyes. Out of uniform he wears either a blue denim jacket or a brown leather jacket with blue jeans, a black shirt and black shoes. Also has a shoulder holster under his jacket for his sidearm. Has two scars from gunshot wounds (One just below where his right lung is and one on his upper left leg)
Personality-Usually very friendly and outgoing. Doesn't like to see others hurt and does what it takes to save his friends if they are in trouble. Avoids contact with women if they try to be more than friends with him. People that know him say that he hasn't been the same since his partner died five years ago. Her name? Seras Victoria.....
History-Son of a British mother and an American father. Lived in New York City until he was about 9 years old. Moved to London with his family in 1994. Quickly became friends with Seras when his father and her father became partners on the Met Police. Both followed in the footsteps of their fathers and joined the force. Despite being only rookies both showed potential. In April of 2003 Officers Victoria and Summers were assigned to a new task force whose job was to investigate massive disturbances. Was injuried when he took a bullet for Seras in May 2003. This had put him out of commission for the next mission. It wasn't until several days after the Cheddar incident when he was released from the hospital that he learned his best friend and the rest of her team were killed. Rudy spent the next few years making a name for himself and eventually became a Detective Constable. Despite only being a DC he does occassionally work with SWAT.
Weapon-Main weapon is the 9mm model of the Walter P99 with the 16 round clip. When working with a squad such as SWAT he'll use either an H&K UMP9 submachine gun or an M16 assault rifle.
Other-Secertly he believes there was a cover up during the mission to Cheddar in June 2003. Many bodies were not recovered for classified reasons. The second gunshot wound mentioned was a minor injury he took near the start of 2004. Got the nickname Yankee from his 'strange' mixed accent (New York/British)

Rudy Summers
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"We can't hear you Summers. Repeat last transmission."

This whole situation was horrible. I didn't need to be wasting much time talking to HQ. "Well maybe it's because of all the bloody gunfire!" I shouted. "My whole team is either injuried or dead. I've got Johnson and Harrison down! Carter was shot in the chest but he'll make it. He's waiting by our entry point. I need backup and an ambulance at the east entrance of the warehouse ASAP!" Stepping out of cover from behind a metal door I tried to fire my MP9 at the van carrying what we were after only to learn I was out. "S***!" I yelled as I quickly got back behind the door and drew my P99. If they knew I was out of rounds for my SMG then they'd more than likely be much more willing to take chances trying to put me down. As the gunfire stopped for a moment I knew that the drug dealers we were after were in the middle of reloading. That gave me enough time to hear what HQ was saying over the radio. "Gant's team is on their way with an ambulance following shortly. Your backup's ETA will be about six minutes." I mentally cursed at that news. Six minutes in a situation like this could mean life or death. "Well if you don't mind tell them to speed it up if possible. Sooner or later these wankers are going to stop hitting the wall and hit me by mistake. Summers out."

After taking a few deep breaths I wondered why it was so quiet at the moment but I didn't dare risk sitting my head out just yet. Suddenly I heard one man shout to the others "It's one cop! Clip the filth before his backup gets here!" Just then another voice said "No worries mate. We've already got the van loaded. I'm out of here. Just be sure to cover me!" As I heard tires screeching I knew that this mission was a failure. The best I could do was try to get one of the blokes alive. Trying my best to sound calm I said from behind the safety of the door "Don't be stupid guys! You've got no way out of this! Two officers are dead and before long it might be three. I'm your best shot of getting out of here alive! Kill me and you'll all end up like your friends. If you all give up now I'm sure we could work a deal." My only reply was the laughter of the drug dealers still in the building.

Somehow I had a feeling that wouldn't work.

Well I don't have much choice in this matter now do I? I asked myself. Looking around I saw a pile of crates across from me. If I could get there I might be in a better spot. It was even possible that I could get around and ambush them. Well it's now or never. Taking one last deep breath I made a break for it and fired at the nearest guy I saw. As he took two rounds in the chest I saw him spin around slightly just before he fired and take out another dealer. In the panic that followed I managed to get to the cover without them firing a single shot. Surely they didn't expect one of their own to take out another one of their men. I also had time to see what I was up against. Two guys with automatic weapons were the last men in the warehouse. Without exposing myself I pointed my gun around the corner and fired a few shots in the hope I would get lucky and catch one off guard. After more sounds of paniced yelling I took a peek around the corner. One of the dealers was right out in the open. It didn't take much effort to put one my last round between his eyes. That left me with only one more. I was about to drop the clip in my P99 and reload when I suddenly got an idea. Pressing the release I dropped it by grabbed it before it hit the floor. As I took a few steps towards the other side I shouted in a paniced voice. "S***! I need this now?!" With those words I tossed the clip to the spot where I was originally standing and got ready to go around the other side of the stacked crates. Sure enough I heard footsteps coming. When it sounded like he was almost near me I quickly ran around the other side while getting a new clip in my weapon. Before the other guy knew what happened I had already fired twice with the first bullet hitting his arm and the second hitting his leg. That was all it took to drop him and take him alive. Slowly I made my way towards him and kicked the gun he dropped away.

Feeling safe for the first time in the past ten minutes I let out a sigh and turned away for a moment. As I got ready to contact HQ again to give an update I saw someone move in the shadows. Before I could do or say anything a female voice yelled at me. "GET OUT OF THE WAY RUDY!!!" Seeing what appeared to be a gun I quickly dived out of the way and heard a gunshot. Turning back around I saw the man I planned on being my lead dead with a gunshot in his forehead. However that wasn't all. Near his body was a pistol that he must have had hidden. At the moment however I wasn't too concerned with that. The thing bothering me was the voice I just heard. This can't be possible. She's suppose to be dead. Looking back at the woman in the shadows I asked a question that even I thought was a stupid one since the dead couldn't exactly come back. "Kitten? Is that really you?" Even I couldn't believe how stunned and shocked my voice was. While I couldn't see much in the dark shadows I could see her move away as I walked towards her. Finally she ran off but not before I got a quick look at her in the light. That hair! That face! IT REALLY IS HER!!! I tried to go after her but she was too quick for me. As I got outside near the west entrance I saw she was way too far so I made one last attempt and shouted "Wait! Come back! SERAS!!!!" I didn't know if she heard me but it was obvious she wasn't stopping. Soon after she left sight my excitement over her being alive quickly gave way to anger. For years I suspected a cover up of some sort. If she was alive then what really happened. How did she survive? Something about all of this wasn't right. However I wasn't going to ask for answers.

I was going to demand them......
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There we go. That should get things started. I don't want any interaction with the NPC that escaped since I need him alive ^_~

[Asilynne]

Name- Seras Victoria

Age- 24 (age at death, 19)

Nationality- Bloody ENGLAND! lol

Race-Vampire

Side-Hellsing

Appearence-

Except now the Hellsing uniform has changed. Because of the internet scandal, where the Hellsing coat of arms was spotted by the press, the coat of arms is no longer on the uniforms. As an attempt to make the uniforms more stealthy, they are now all black, with a dark blue tie around one arm. Seras now wears pants instead of the miniskirt (OMG NO WAY! lol) that are tucked into her black boots.
Her casual outfit is a sleeveless blue shirt, black pants, brown boots, and a pair of dark sungrasses ^,-,^

Personality as a human-Naiive, innocent, and nervous, Seras was a rookie cop. She was nice and polite to her superiors, and they in turn called her Kitten as an affectionate nick name. When her whole company was turned into ghouls, she could barely bring herself to shoot her former friends. Was very inexperienced, but always wanted to help
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Personality as a vampire- She resisted the change at first. Always wanted to keep a piece of her humanity and so refused to drink blood at the beginning, despite her Masters insistance that she needed to in order to be strong. Eventually gave in and drank the blood Walter had laid out for her. As time went on she became a stronger person, and her skittishness in battle dissipated, seeing she needed to do what had to be done. Is angered when someone underestimates her or talks down to her. Is also angered when someone makes rude comments about her body ^-~ Ever since becoming the leader of Hellsing her nervousness of before is gone and she is a strong leader for the people. Now is looking for more recruits to bring the Hellsing Organization back to its full potential and to help stem the uprising of this new brand of freaks.

History-One of her first assignments in Cheddar looking for a murderous priest resulted in her death and her rebirth into a vampire by the hands of Alucard. Was inducted into Hellsing shortly after, and under the guidance of her master Alucard, Integra and Farguson, her skills and leadership abilities grew, and so did her confidence. After the death of Farguson her attitude became more take-charge, and later when Alucard was nearly killed she tasted his blood and became her own master. Following Integras capture and disappearance, her and Walter salvaged the remains of Hellsing and, with the few men remaining, re-established it as the leading army against the undead. Following leads gained from previous encounters and information found on the internet, Seras was able to locate the orgin of the freak chip and eradicate the remaining traces. It seemed that the world was safe from the artificial vampires, until now.....

Weapons: Still has the Halconnen cannon ^v~ but also has 2 S&W .45 pistols with 8 round clips (Thank you so much Rudy lol Im gun stupid ^-^() ) The bullets were melted from a silver cross in a church in Lancaster ^v~. The Halconnen cannon looks like this:

complete with a sniper scope and a shoulder stock. Single shot capacity, it shoots either depleted uranium or high explosive rounds. 33mm caliber. ^,-,^ BIG GUN! lol

Other- Hellfire!!! DoodoodoodoodoodoooododoododododooOOO! “Shake it baby!”


~Seras Victoria~
Fate, I cursed you once, but now you have crossed my path with one Ive missed...

It was him....I couldnt believe it...
As I ran from the scene of the drug dealers my mind just kept reeling. It had all started out like a routine mission.

Hellsing recieved a call by one of our intelligence groups that a group of drug dealers, highly suspected to be affiliated with the group thats been producing the Freak drug, was making a drop at an old warehouse just outside of London. It seemed like a simple job, requiring only one unit---but not just any unit. A member of the undead. It should have been no problem for me...

It did have unforseen problems though, a problem that I didnt expect. I figured the Met Police may have heard of drug smuggling and sent units but when I arrived I never thought Id know any of them, and I certainly didnt expect who Id be seeing...

A gunshot rang through the air as I snuck around behind the smugglers. Something was keeping them busy, which was good for me. The longer it took to see me the better.
One of them was about to fire off a shot as a form moved in the distance. Quickly I grabbed him, my hand over his mouth as I dragged him away from his friends. “Sorry mate but I havent eaten yet tonight...” I whispered and before he could make so much as a squeak I sank my fangs into his neck and fed. I finished quickly and fired a single shot with one of my silenced pistols into his head. I didnt need to be breeding any ghouls....
As I was making my way around the opposite side I heard a voice that made me stop short. “Sh!t! I need this now?!” he spoke and then a clang sounded throughout the building. My eyes grew wide as I recognised the owner of that British/New Yorker accent. “Its...its Rudy... ‘Yankee’. After all these years...” I whispered, but I didnt finish as I realised what the clang meant. Rudy was out of ammo!
Running full out but still unseen by the smugglers or Rudy I came to where I could clearly see both. One of the smugglers was quickly approaching, but before I could shoot, a quick two shots beat me to it. Rudy had merely bluffed him, and managed to injure him so that he may be taken alive. I smiled, he had become a bloody good cop. We were both rookies back then, still fresh, but 5 years later we had both become something more.
Suddenly I realised my eyes were beginning to tear. I wiped them dry and inwardly scolded myself. I promised him back then, when he had gotten shot for me, that I wouldnt cry in combat anymore. Since then Ive always tried not to break that promise, but the Cheddar incident.....
A small ‘clik’ snapped me out of my thoughts. That was the sound of a gun cocking, and darting a glance at Rudy I saw he was busy getting ready to report in. With a snap of fear I realised, it was the smuggler! He mustve been hiding another gun somewhere! Rudy would be shot!
“GET OUT OF THE WAY RUDY!!!!” I yelled as I leapt from the shadows, gun at the ready. With speed that seemed to rival a vampire he threw himself to the ground, just as I fired. A gunshot and the clanging of a spent shell later, and the smuggler would move no more. A loss of information for Rudy and myself, but it was better than losing him.
Again....

I sighed as I ran, thinking back on that moment. Walter would scold me for doing that, though we no longer wore the Hellsing coat of arms in plain view, to let someone see me, especially someone I knew, when I was supposed to be dead, was a dangerous thing to do. It could even be considered a leak, if I was seen at a scene where drug smuggling was going on then this group of smugglers might realise Hellsing is on to them and change their plans. But at that moment, I didnt care about any of that. And I realised, that I still didnt care. I was.....glad he saw me.

”Kitten? Is that really you?”

But I couldnt go making foolish mistakes, I couldnt risk the safety of the Hellsing organization and London just for my own personal matters. Even when Alucard first changed me, I wanted to let him know I was alright, but Farguson and Integra forbade it. They told me I was reported as dead in the Cheddar incident, and that my body was never found. If I were to be seen walking around, the integrity of the Hellsing organization would be compromized, so it was for the good of all to remain hidden from the outside world and my past life. Alucard had even said it was best for me to forget him, and though I never spoke of him again, I couldnt keep myself from remembering. I couldnt keep myself from wondering how he was, and wishing I could let him know I was alright.

”Wait! Come back! SERAS!!!!”

How I wanted to! I wished that I didnt have to run, that I could explain everything, but what could I do? I knew the consequences back then and I know them well now. I could only be seen by other members of Hellsing, anyone else and I was risking the safety of the very world, for if Hellsing fell, there would be very few others who could stave off the reign of the Freaks. It was a foolish mistake to let him see me.......but as I thought about it, it was a mistake I wasnt sorry for making. I knew well that only Hellsing members could ever see me----and that was why I was going to see about recruiting one Detective Constable Rudy “Yankee” Summers. A joyful grin spread across my face, as I ran faster, purpose now in my steps. Once I was back at HQ, that would be when everything would begin.
“Youre going to kill me, Walter, but I refuse to let him go again.”
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Yay! My first post ^v^!!!!!! No one in Hellsing or otherwise mention Rudys recruitment for now ^v~

[Bulbasaur4]

Yay! It starts! *glee glee*
Name- Aiya Tenyoukai (hmm... demon in her last name? ^^ Yet angel in the same... ^^)
Age- 21 (Age of Death: 16)
Nationality- Unknown... she travels. ^^ Rumored to used to have live in Egypt, with perhaps some Egyptian in her but it's obvious she has sme other Nationality in herself.
Race- Vampire
Side- Freelance, later Hellsing
Appearence- I don't have her picture on my school computer, but I will upload it as an attachment later. look at my sig, and you have what her face looks like. ^^
Personality as a human- Innocent and rather niave at times. She was extremely smart- highest in her class and a superb athlete. She studied History and Genetics extremely hard, wanting to do some thing but she was unsure. She had actually planned to join the Peace Corps but unfortunately she was changed and her dreams shattered.
Personality as a vampire/freak- She's very happy and rather optimistic about everything which gives people the idea that she is rather 'blonde' and niave. She's not though, she is extremely smart and down to earth when need to be. She's just trying to be happy in her unhappy world.... Very dependable and loyal. If you had to give some oen anything, she'd be the one to keep it safe.
History- She grew up in your normal family, until one night a vampire attacked her house. Her father was a high political figure, who was against vampires and her mother was just a victim. However, they died and she was changed into a vampire. This 'vampire' decided to not kill her off and kept her under guard and trained her- trying to make her one of the slaughtering, dangerous rouge vampires. However Hellsing members killed him off, and she was alone. She then ventured on her own and although her family died... she was able to return to a rather 'normal' lifestyle by her standards. She remained hidden at times, until she met a 'friend' and although he was human he understood her. They were really good friends, and counted on each other. He was in the Police Force and although she couldn't join, she always dreamed of helping but instead she provided as a sort of 'guide'. She used her knowledge to aid him in anyquestions he had... and she has an awesome computer she built herself which helps to hack info. ^^
Weapon- She has a... a really really really really good black rifle. ^^ Yep. However, it is designed so that the bullets contain liquid silver inside of them. (gee, aren't I original? NOT!) However she can touch them, because they are coated with non-silver material, but once they come in contact with some thing after being fired they shed their 'skin' and the liquid silver pours. She also has a nice silver dagger... but the handle is non silver, and she keeps it in her pouch at all times clothed so it doesn't touch her (that burns.) ^^ It's hand though... so she won't worry about evil, nasty vampires getting at her.
Other- ^^ Not really... ummm... nope.


[center]AIYA
"Let the light shine through for it may guide you."
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Aiya never meant to be in trouble... she never really wanted to break the law, but when she heard of a drug dealing thing going down in the store, she couldn't help but get curious. Rudy, her dear friend and one she considered her best companion (although she was wrong), was a police officer. Aiya had always wanted to be a police officer... ever since her life happened, her second life. But she knew it couldn't happen... a woman of her stature with no degree? Yeah...
But Aiya had a nice computer, so she had gracefully hid in the shadows out of the view of human eyes, and she jumped high above the buildings and ran upon the tops of them- jumping whre they seperated. Soon she came to one of the highest buildings, a clock-ish tower where she liked to live. She quickly leapt through on the windows she always kept open (in case of emergencies when running from 'bad people') and quickly she logged onto the computer. With in seconds she was typing away like a mad woman, and she began to hack, hack away at police files. IT didn't take long for her computer-like mind to break through teh barriers and find out what exactly was going on.
"Rudy!!" She thought, and immediatly Aiya leapt back out the window although she knew it must have been too late... but she knew one thing about Rudy even in a little time (according to vampires) she had spent with him.
He wasn't one to die easily.
So Aiya ran down the streets, running past a few people who seemed to be out for a late nighter. Dashing through the streets in her, what would be considered 'abnormal' clothing, she ran towards the place that the police lines were worried about. She got there, just as a dark figure ran out... but Aiya froze. She let the figure run until it completely disappeared... Aiya's senses told her that the figure wasn't one she was looking for. Far... far from that.
However, soon Rudy walked out, looking like he had just gotten back from hell. He stood out, yelling out some one's name... but soon a siren sound came from not so far away and he looked in the direction of it. Aiya hesistated, some thing about the way Rudy yelled made her stop in her tracks... but then she took a step foward.
"Rudy! Rudy! Are... are you okay?!" Aiya's voice was loud, slightly commanded but in a light, almost child-like tone. Rudy's eyes widened when he saw Aiya.
"Aiya... what... what are you doing here?" He seemed stunned... but Aiya shook her head.
"I heard rumours that some thing was happening here... so I came to check it out. Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Rudy's face was pale, and he quickly shrugged his head and seemed to shake it away.
"I swear I saw... but never mind. Nothing Aiya... but you shouldn't have com ehere. You could have gotten hurt."
With that Aiya's expresion melted in an instant to that of worry, to protest.
"No! I am not the one to worry about, Mr. Hero. You're the one who likes to do drastic things... not ME!"
Rudy's eyes seemed to not believe that, as Aiya attempted an innocent look.
"Besides... what else are you supposed to do when you have a computer that could get into police files to find out where your friend, who could be in danger, is? I wanted to make sure you were okay. I like helping you... ever since you helped me out long ago. You're my friend... I don't want to lose my only friend."











Name- Freya Morison
Age- 25
Nationality- America(? If you can say that.. lol)( 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Indian, 1/2 Italian)
Race- Human
Virgin (Humans only)- Yes.
Side- Freelance (maybe Hellfire?? if they get to her. ^^;
Appearence- I will edit this later, I've got apic for her just gotta wait 'till I'm at home. Just for basic purposes she'll look rather skinny, (weak looking but not sickly by anymeans.) Her skin is rather fair and slightly pale, and she's got that sweet look to her however, that innocent look like she'll never harm a fly.
Personality as a human- Very soft spoken and kind. Imagine her as a charmer but she's not afraid to talk to people just in a quite manner. She's really nice and never says no to anything. She has a bad habit of working herself to the bone, and is rather a work-aholic. She doesn't mean to be... just just finds the world fasinating, and always wants to learn more and more....

History- Her mother was half Irish/Indian, while her father was a full-blooded Italian. They met only a few years ago in England, both on a trip to explore some philosphies and runes around the European area. They immediatly fell in love, and around their 2nd year they had Freya in America. Freya's mother was a citizen, so Freya become one too. However her family traveled around the world so much that she hardly considered America her home, even though her accent wasn't really from any country. She had a mixture of Italian, American and many other countries in her for accents. She loved to learn at an early age, and everywhere she went with her parents she immediatly bought books and read them (far beyond her reading level I might add. ^^ and she would immerse herself in each culture and try to learn it's past. She was curoiusly intrested in myths and past, along with science. When she was 17, her parents died in a plane crash going to Ireland. They were going to revisit her mother's family, and Freya stayed behind in South America to study some ruins. Sad and torn, Freya continued her mission to roam about the country and to learn as much as she could. She's earned many Science, History, Philosphy and various degrees since then. She's rapid to learn, and has a fasination of vampire/demonics. She knows vampires and other unexplained creatures exist, but she knows that if she were to publish anything of the sort that it would be disreguarded by humans, and become and uproar around the 'myth' creatures. She currently set up her lab in Greece. She's extremely smart, and actually a few 'creatures of the night' visit her for help or aid.
She is probably the most sourcable person you could find about anything from science to demonic pasts. (think of a mixture between Fred and Wesley from Angel. ^^)
Perhaps if Hellsing, Iscariot or any person or thing took an interest to her studies or he knowledge, they'd want her for help or as an assitant or blah blah blah... ^^; Some might even want her dead for some of the research she's doing. ^^

Weapon- She doesn't have weapons. ^^;; She does have two pets however. A Wolf she calls Fenris (whose really lovey-dovey towards Freya) and a cat named Lynx.
Other- If anyone wants to come in contact with her or some thing just PM me. ^^

FREYA

" Knowledge is the key to the door of answer."

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I held the sample in my hand, and holding it up to the dim light in my lab, I saw that it was green.
"If this turns red... I'll know it's genuine." With that I quickly placed the glass container in it's holder, and soon had it sealed. Only three hours before the tests results would reveal themselves. So I placed the liquid in a sealed tight freezing chamber, and quickly slid it into one of the hidden chambers inside of the walls of my lab.
"Oh brother... it would be some thing if that blood turned out to be that of..." I trailed off, shaking my tired head as I took my glasses off and set them on the counter. I didn't need glasses, but I prefured to wear them for protection and for an extra boost in my seeing ability for detailed things. Taking off my gloves, I took of my coat and set it high as I walked out of the lab. Locking the door behind me, I immediatly sat down in a chair.
My lab was connected to my library.. and I often sat in the library, reading or just plain relaxing. Being alone, in a rather large place was some thing called 'lonely' for me... but I had a few friends. They occasionally visisted me, but most of them were friends of the family and lived farther away then needed to visit me often.
" Oh well..."
I did have 'creature' visits, and often creatures that humans would consider 'myth' came with questions for me to answer. I was known for my extensive knowlegdge on virtually all ancient things, and usually questions of the present relied on answers from the past. Answers long ago forgotten... but most of those answers, I uncovered so they could be remembered again. I also had a lab, so I could answer many things I guess... and most creatures other than humans found that useful. Humans were so into technology that was related to war and business... where there were far more interesting and valuable things then that.
"No visitors today... at least, not planned ones anyway."
Some times the unexpected happened...
... some times it was welcomed. Other times it was some thing I had to look out for.
Having knowledge some times came with a price.


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[Craig]

Name- Inquisitor Jean-Baptiste de Léon ("Leon")
Age- 31
Nationality- French
Race- Human
Virgin- Yes
Side- Iscariot
Appearence-Has fairly long dark brown hair and brown eyes, with small brittle of a beard & mustache, stands at 6’0” tall and has a medium build. He wears a long coat that flows out like a cloak near his legs that is usually left open(unless its cold), has a black shirt that is lined with buckles. Wears deep brown pants, a leather belt & large black leather boots. Wears a large silver pendant of the cross around his neck.
Personality- As decent as a man as the next, tends to jump to the conclusion about things that they are unpure and must be 'helped". If he doesn't like you it isn't likely he wil change that stance. He will protect those helpless from all danger at any cost...
History-Grew up in an extremely catholic family in Paris, Jean became very interested in Christianity as a whole, and had a fairly uneventful childhood, when he was 16 he left France to Rome, where he lived for 2 years with a distant relative until he was 18 and took the position as one of the Vatican guards through his strong faith and his fighting abilities. He kept this position for 2 years, after a mysterious attack which had 3 people killed (vampires, but he fended them off) he was inducted into the Iscariot. His position was to travel Europe seeking out unholy beings and purge them from the earth… and so he did, he traveled all across the lands seeking out vampires, heretics & other oddities. One story in particular was when he shot at a vampire but accidentally killed an innocent catholic. Ever since then he has been on a quest of penitence, naming the pistol that he shot as the “penitent engine” after he began this quest, his deeds earned him the nick name “The Witch Hunter” among some peoples…He continues his quest for penitence to this day and hopes that exterminating the new outbreak of vampires will redeem him once and for all.
Weapon-
Vanquisher is Jean's halberd (the traditional weapon of the Vatican guards) blessed by the Pope himself, the blade is made from an extremely durable silver alloy. On the flats of the main blade is an imprint of the cross (on both sides). Slung on his back
Ghoulbane is Jean's crossbow
which can fire out bolts of silver tipped bolts or stakes with deadly precision. On the front of the crossbow (the arc) there is a small imprint of the holy cross. Slung on on his back, same with quiver.
Penitent Engine A simple Desert-Eagle pistol that shoots silver rounds. Kept on belt
Flagellant A collection(4) of silver barbed chains attached together about 2 feet in length. Kept on his belt

Inquisitor Jean-Baptiste de Léon - Iscariot

In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.

"Leon, we've discovered that the Hellsing organization believes that the recent outbreak in vampirism is because of some sort of drug... of course this is preposterous but we should investigate this matter. Go search out these drug dealers." the phone barked, it was Paladin Valten on the other line.
"Yes sir" I said
"May God continue to smile upon us, amen." Valten said, just before hanging up the telephone.

" Hmmm... so its drugs? " I said to myself, stepping out of a phone booth in the heart of Paris. I hoped that the drugs were the cause, so we could crush the new outbreak in the name of the Lord.

I began walking towards a known drug hotspot, it was already nightfall, so there was bound to be at least some activity...

"Hé man, vous voulez une certaine...herbe ?"someone called to me.. a drug dealer trying to sell his wares.

"Je ne veux aucune de vos drogues, rat." I said, making it clear I didn't want any of his drugs.

"Donnez-moi l'argent ou je le prendrai de vous." the dealer said, as 2 more of his thugs came out from behind a shadow brandishing sticks.

"Vous ne voulez pas faire cela. Laissez-moi faire" I said to the 3, I didn't want to have to kill them.

One of the thugs stepped forward, and pointed at my crusifix hanging around my neck. "Est vous un prêtre ou quelque chose" He wanted to know if I was a priest.

"Non, mais quelque chose semblable. Fous le camp maintenant" I told them to get lost, as I started to walk once again...

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder "Où vous pensez-vous d'allez?!" and then he swung with his stick at my back, he obviously wanted my things...

Dodging out of the way, I said calmly "Ca... C'etait une idée très mauvaise!" and then speaking loudly. They took steps forward, the lead thug saying "Nous allons battre la merde hors de vous" They are gonna beat the crap out of me? I harshly said "Dieu, pardonne moi svp!" as they charged towards me, I grabbed my halberd off my back with a flash and levered it diagonally up and left, smashing one of the thug's knees, and slicing another's chest, they screamed in pain, as the remaining thug tried to smash my shoulder, but then found the spear like point of Vanquisher in his chest

"Au revoir, vermine." I said, continuing to walk down the street

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I am so lame
I can't really think of anythig to write as the first post that is very suiting, so we got some french dialogue & an asskicking.. yay!

[Elemental Seribii]

Name - Jonathan Kharer
Age - 29
Nationality - Luxembourgian
Race - Human
Virgin - The management complains, but yes.
Side - Freelance.
Appearance - He has light brown hair, but it's been streaked through with blonde. It's cut in something like a spikey bowl cut, if that's even possible. His eye color shifts between hazel, green and a murky blue, he also needs to wear glasses. They're thin framed and not that noticable, though. He stands about 5'11'', with skin that's not pale, but not fully tanned. He has a scar in the shape of a cross on the back of his neck, that hasn't seemed to heal fully. He usually wears slightly baggy black trousers, thick black boots and some dark-colored t-shirt with a coat over that. He also has a thin silver chain with three small crosses on it that his step-mother makes him wear. Two are silver and one is gold. He has a light 'French' accent. His parents tease him, saying he lost most of it spending too much time with the Brits.
Personality - He's got a tendancy to get himself into suicidal situations, as well as being stubborn to the point where it gets annoying. He sometimes doesn't think before he acts, but otherwise quiet and observant, almost a bit avoidant. Friendly enough if you get to know him, but don't expect for him to jump at the chance to go have some fun. He's quite smart, but too curious for his own good, he can't stand a hazy answer. He's an eavesdropper by bad habit, and usually seems calm.
History - Born in Luxembourg, his step-mother (who had been with him for basically all of his life) was a decent Catholic, meaning she went to Church on Sunday, said grace at the table, etc. His father, an attorney, while not religious at all, went along with it because he respected her. Nothing much happened until he moved out for college, headed for Oxford University after being accepted, and then graduated, after focusing mostly on European History, Psychology and Literature. He saw his real mother from time to time, but she took up smoking, and became rather distant, before disappearing completely. She's presumed dead.
He returned to Luxembourg and had been living there until recently. While spending time near one of the chateaux (castles), he stumbled a fatally wounded Vampire. His killer was gone, and the Vampire, delirious, gave Jonathan a gun and muttered something in what he (Jonathan) thinks was English. He died soon afterwards.
However, the now dead Vampire confused and intrigued him, especially since they weren't supposed to be real.
By means of some rather dodgy information from the internet, he eventually pieced together that something was going on in London, and decided to head back to England, having a few friends there who could help him out. He doesn't exactly have the best idea of what's going on, but he's doing what he can at night, with a part-time job working at a bookstore.
Weapons - He carries two semi-automatic Beretta 92Fs that shoot silver and normal rounds (hey, I like flashy guns). He also has a shoulder-mounted grenade launcher that he only uses when things get really messy, as it's rather heavy. He has normal grenades and silver shelled ones.
Other - Ahah, bad anagrams.


Jonathan Kharer - Human
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"Aw, sh*t." I murmered, rummaging through my pockets. The passport inspector looked at me with one raised eyebrow. "Ce n'est pas bien..."

My passport. Where the hell was it? Come on, not now. My plane leaves in fifteen minutes.

I found it in my inner coat pocket, and handed to my 'friend'. He flipped it open, looked at me, and then looked down again.

"Okay." He handed back my passport and waved me through, a line of impatient people behind me.

I found my seat on the plane quickly, luckily a window seat. Once I had gotten stuck in the middle of a loud snorer and a screaming baby. Not fun.

The man sitting next to me was obviously British, I had heard him talking on his cellphone in the airport. He was writing something, but I wasn't sure what.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard British Airways. Our flight will be from the Luxembourg International Airport to Heathrow." The captain continued, but I tuned out. It didn't take that long anyways - usually only a few hours.

As my mind has been doing for a few days now, it wandered back to my 'discovery' at the castle.

Note to self; never go to castles after visiting hours. Ever again.

I had been there for a bit of nostalgia, really. We used to visit this castle all of the time. I had been allowed to stay after the tourists and visitors had come. Not that this was Paris or Berlin, but the ocassional English speaker could be heard.

I stepped outside for some fresh air, and found myself wandering in the small forest. I could see the limits of the woods from both sides, and figured it was safe. I wouldn't get lost or anything.

Somewhere around the middle of the forest, I found a man propped up against a tree. His eyes were shut tight in obvious pain, not to mention he was bleeding rather heavily. However, when they opened, they were a shocking red.

He caught sight of me, and laughed.
"The b*stard shot me with silver interior, the rest'll melt away...a nice, drawn out, painful death for me."

I was suprised he spoke English, besides the fact that he was still alive at all - the shot was around where his heart should be. That, and I was staring at his insanely sharp eye-teeth.

He coughed, motioning for me to come over. I was transfixed, I moved like a puppet. He handed me the gun that had been next to him, and I couldn't find anything to say. What do you say? 'Gee, thanks for the gun?'

He choked out something else, practically incoherent, before his eyes froze, and his hand fell from the gun. I looked behind me, to see if anyone else was around.

When I looked back, he was gone. Just...like, poof, disappeared. Just a few blood stains and ashes.

Disturbed, I tried to reason this out, but logic escaped me.

Silver...those teeth.

My mind whispered about Vampires. But those weren't real.

I managed to get internet access when I got back home, searching for any of that underground stuff that only conspiracy freaks believe.

What was most suprising of all? These certain webpages, each and every one practically screaming 'all roads lead to London'.

Here I am, currently damning my never-ending curiousity and hoping that a few freak pages weren't wrong. Because I could be at home, having dinner and not caring. But no, I have to fly back to London and figure out what the hell is up with these 'Vampires'.

I stare down at the retreating ground, and sigh.

I hate flying.
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...Yes. A nice backstory post. Jonny will get into London eventually.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Name- Gillacomgain de Moray, although he's been known to go by other things. His most common moniker is Lennox Donalbain
Age- 1,003 (27 human, 976 vampire)
Nationality- Norman-Scottish
Race- Vampire
Side- Freelance
Appearence- A tall, strongly-built human male, with long, light blond hair. He has bright red eyes that's he hides behind dark glasses when he can. He wears a high collared black shirt, black pants, and a long, tan trenchcoat. He often wears an old-style Fedora.
Personality as a human- As a human he was bloodthirsty and willing to do anything for money. He worked as a blade-for-hire during the early 11th century.
Personality as a vampire- He's changed very little, except for he's much better at controlling his temper. He keeps the guise of a classic man, carefully hiding his vampire nature when it suits his purposes. His only true love is power, and he's willing to enter into any alliance simply to gain more.
History- He was a blade-for-hire in the early 11th century, and his story truly began in the year 1020, when he accepted a contract to murder Findlaech, the High Steward of Castle Moray, and father of Macbeth. He did this, but let the young Macbeth live, though Macbeth didn't know the identity of the attacker. It turned out Gillacomgain had accepted the contract for Findlaech from Prince Duncan de Canmore, who was assuring that he would become king, rather than his cousin Macbeth. In return, Duncan granted the High Stewardship of Moray to Gillacomgain. Twelve years later, Duncan ordered that Macbeth's beloved Gruoch was to marry Gillacomgain. However, Gillacomgain grew secure in his power, and threatened to expose Duncan if he was not granted even more. Angry, Duncan tipped off Macbeth as to the identity of his father's attacker, causing Macbeth to swear venegance for the wrongs done to him. Soon after, he sneaked into the castle, and battled with Gillacomgain, who was thrown from the battlements of the castle in the course of the fight. Gillacomgain survived, but barely. He managed to crawl from the castle, near death, with only his hatred keeping him alive. When he was at the edge of death, the Weird Sisters appeared, offering him a chance at life. though it would be as a vampire. The idea of being an immortal appealed to his power-lust, and the idea of hunting humans appealed to his bloodlust. All he had to do to gain vampiric powers was sign a contract with Satan, which he did willingly. He has lived nearly 1000 years as a vampire, and shows no signs of being tired of the bloody, cursed existence he leads.
Weapon- Carries a Remington .320 Model 51 for his modern weapon. If he can do combat on his own terms, his preference is for a steel mace or a steel two-handed broadsword.
Other- Likes Humphrey Bogart movies a lot ^^;

Gillacomgain
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I sat back in my easy chair, a thick cigar clenched in my teeth. More and more nights found me in my library as there was less and less work that pleased me. I refused to work for the good of a freak, but working for humans was no better. I inhaled deeply and blew out a large cloud of smoke. No revenge left for me after over 900 years. Macbeth's line was long since gone from this world, and I personally had taken control of Castle Moray. It served me well as a base when I was in Scotland, but I had no need for Scotland now. If anything would happen, it would happen in London.
I had long since set up shop in London, feelers out in the underworld for anyone who needed another person to disappear. I had passed myself off as my own great-grandson, saying the line of Donalbain was one strictly of assassin's. They never questioned me... mayhaps from fear, or from lack of caring. I had let it out that my services were available for the right price again, the first time since 1947 that I had decided to take a contract. The system must not be anywhere near as good as it used to be if I hadn't been hired yet.
Angrily, I tossed the butt of my cigar into the fire. Let the petty criminals all go to hell. Tonight I was going to feed well. I swept my coat over my shoulders and put on my sunglasses. It was a full mooon tonight- just the night to find a young woman. They always tasted best...

[Thargor]

Name- Richard Torrington

Age- 31

Nationality- British

Race- Human

Virgin- Yes

Side- Freelance, Private Detective

Appearence- 5'10" medium build, Richard still keeps himself somewhat fit because of his work. He has longish brown/blond hair that he doesn't really brush or comb, but simply falls into place of its own accord. He seems to always have a bit of stubble on his face at any part of the day, but doesn't truly have a beard or mustache. His eyes are brown, nothing too spectacular, but they can be unnerving when brought into eye contact. His favorite outfit is his classic brown trenchcoat and brown hat. As he says, "It truly makes me feel like a real detective." Though while on the job he is known to wear street clothes to blend in with crowds and not attract suspician. These days he's taken to wearing an old wooden cross around his neck along with a wreath of garlic.

Personality as a human- He likes to think of himself as cold and calculating, but can never really pull it off. He cares about other people too deeply and what the "right thing" is. He can be a jerk to others easily, but put them in a dangerous situation and he'll do anything to help. Richard's main flaw is that he has a conscious and he is, despite the mystique he tries to maintain, a good person.

History- Born with an average mother and father, both British themselves, Richard arrived into the world at London. His family moved to the United States, where he lived until he was eighteen years old. There he developed a love for old detective movies, novels, and mysteries. Some of his leisure activities included studying old police cases, trying to figure out what happened before he reached the end of the report. He kept his dream of becoming a police officer secret, however, and studied in the area of computer technology to please his parents.

Richard then managed to get a position in a British college for computers, which he accepted with delight, both to get away from his parents and so he could pursue his real dream in peace. While Richard managed to complete his bachelor's degree quickly in his home country, he didn't follow through. Instead he began training to be a police officer in London. Unfortunately for the young man, after his graduation and first posting, he ran into a string of failures for a burgarly case. One of which reported him firing "a dozen shots into the assailant, who then stood up and managed to escape." It was effectively the end of his police career, and he was discharged.

Not wanting to return home a failure, Richard began his own small Private Detective office. While the pay was lousy and he barely managed to pay his bills and secretary, it made him happy as he managed to solve quite a few cases that didn't always involve an unhappy housewife that wanted to know if her husband was cheating. He began to gain somewhat of a reputation as being a tracker, and got a few lucrative jobs now and then. Then, everything began to change about the time of the First Outbreak (though Richard wasn't aware of it).

Given the job to look out for several teenagers, along with men and women in their twenties, Richard shrugged off their dissapearances to the regular reasons: domestic abuse, drugs, boy/girl-friends. But as he looked into all of these seemingly different cases, they all began to get eerily similar. Finding a common cause and place to their dissapearance, he went to check it out, only to find a government agency scrambling all over it, who wouldn't let him in. Later entering the building through his own means, he caught glimpses of people running by him. Sticking to the shadows, he was nearly caught by these people who he could only describe has having enlarged incisors, pale skin, and crimson eyes. This was the day Richard's life changed.

Getting deeper and deeper into this case that had become very personal to him, Richard began to dig up more clues, while innocent by themselves, were mind boggling when put together. While he still refutes the existence of vampires to this day, it is still his passion when not dealing with his "Real life" cases. He has taken to wearing a cross since that day five years ago, and garlic when walking around at night. Despite the huge personal cost, he has also purchased several silver bullet rounds for his Magnum .45 pistol, which he carries when he tells his secretary he's going out for a "walk."

Now, there have been new reports of missing teenagers and adults... Cases which Richard has been having a problem with sticking into his "Real life" cases. He fears what happened five years ago will happen again... But this time he won't miss it.

Weapon- Magnum .45 pistol with regular and silver bullets (unlicensed handgun) and a pair of Beretta .357 pistols with clips.

Other- Well versed in computer languages, he is a decent cracker/hacker.
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Richard Torrington
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I sighed loudly as I swept my papers off to the side. This case was clearly open and shut... The husband had been visiting the prostitutes not only on the weekend before, but in fact had been going to them for the past two years behind the wife's back without her knowing. The ladies he dealt with were easily bribed and I had more than enough evidence to get my payment from the wife... I really hated the case, but unfortunately that's what most of them were... They brought in the most money and I could barely pay this month's rent as it was.

My drifted to the files ontop of my phone, each one colored in a different shade of red, not by my choice but by my secretary's. Ironic really, considering that I thought they were about... Things I couldn't necessarily explain with common logic. Things that seemed more intune with novels and cheesy horror films. Things that I wasn't ready to accept as fact. But I was prepared.

Wiping my eyes quickly, I stood up and shoved all but one file into my oak desk. Flipping it open quickly, I scanned the missing girl's name again, Rachael Drackham, female, caucasian, age 22, missing for two months... For a case of this sort, friends and family members usually were the ones to give me the biggest clues, but in this case they had been very clueless. I had gotten the most information about her from her nightspots, the clubs she had hung around while attending school.

Picking up a note written on a napkin from the file, I glanced at the address I had written down. I had gotten a call from a bar that supposedly was running a tab for some sort of a man with a shady reputation... From what my sources said was drug dealing in its nature. A girl had been spotted there matching Rachael, and the bar tender said she usually was around most nights...

I snapped on my suspenders tightly and shoved the napkin into a pocket. Putting on my holsters, I brought my two Baretta pistols in snugly, pre-loaded just incase... A frown crossed my lips as the wooden cross around my neck hit the holsters. I groaned at myself inwardly as I opened another draw of the desk, this time bringing out of wreath of garlic and my Magnum .45, pre loaded with the special silver bullets I had ordered. I must be going insane to even consider the possiblity... I stuffed the large pistol into the back of my pants, a skill that had taken some time to master. My trenchcoat hid the objects well, and made me feel more comfortable, even as I inwardly berated myself.

Slipping out of my small office, I left the sleazy building I rented quickly and out into the night air. The bar in question was only a few blocks away, the walk would do me some good... Off to the Crimson Eye, probably just another hovel like my own office... Darkness wrapped around me as I walked down the strangely quiet sidewalk. I could hear the wail of ambulances...

[RikiTikiTavi]

Name- Roger Gant (most people call him just Gant out of respect. only his friends call him Roger)
Age- 28
Nationality- Brittish
Race- Human
Virgin (Humans only)- no
Side- Met Police(SWAT) at first but later either Hellsing or freelance depending on how things develop.
Appearence- 6'3", rugged athletic build, short but messy light brown hair, baby blue eyes, has a long scar over his right eyebrow and a Brittish special forces tatoo on his right bicep as well as an 8-ball tattooed on the back of his left hand. Off duty he wears a black bomber jacket over a black long sleeved button up shirt and black pants. He also often wears dark and stylish sunglasses.
Personality as a human- At work and in tense situations he is cool, level-headed and even tempered. You don't find many people who can lead as well under pressure. He can become violent due to loss of life on his team though. Under normal circumstances he is boisterous and friendly but he doesn't let anyone ever get close to him. He is also a bit of a minor alchoholic when he is clearly offduty.
Personality as a vampire/freak-
History- His father was MI6 and his mum was a communications officer in the Brittish navy. Because of this he got moved around a lot while he was young. He couldn't decide which parent he wished to follow after as he grew up so he went down the middle road and enlisted in the Brittish army to train to be an elite commando. Possessing his fathers cool attitude he excelled under pressure and quickly made his way through training. He was made part of an elite anti-terrorit commando unit called the Crazy 8's when he was 20(not that the Crazy 8's did not exist according to the Brittish government. They were a black ops team). By the age of 23 he had worked his way up to the rank of Captain and earned the second in command position of the unit. Sadly, his entire life changed only a month after his promotion. In March of 2004 they were dispatched to eliminate a suspected group of terrorists who were reportedly mass producing some sort of mind control microchip. While his team was investigating the building someone detonated the entire site. When it happened Roger had been passing a window so he was thrown clear when it exploded. As he lay on the ground he managed to see one thing before he passed out; the receeding form of a mysterious short haired woman with red eyes.into the shadows. When he came to he was in a hospital. He had suffered several cuts and bruises, including a severe gash over his right eye. Also he had three broken ribs. When he recovered from his injuries he was offered command of his own unit by the Brittish military as well as offered recruitment by MI6. He declined both however and retired from the militarym swearing to himself that he would never participate in another operation like that one in March again. Someone in intelligence had dropped the ball and it had cost the lives of his entire team. Instead he decided on a much simpler life. On his days off he took to drinking to try and wash away the guilt and pain of loss. He applied and was immediately accepted as a Met police SWAT officer. It took him only six months and in January of 2005 he was named lead SWAT commander for all of the Met police force
Weapon- Standard issue 9MM Walter P99, riot issue pump action shotgun, his longer than normal nightstick(which will be converted later into a backhanded silver blade sheathed by the nightstick)
Other- He has nightmares about the woman with red eyes he saw the night his team was killed.


Roger Gant - MET Police SWAT commander
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"My whole team is either injuried or dead. I've got Johnson and Harrison down! Carter was shot in the chest but he'll make it. He's waiting by our entry point. I need backup and an ambulance at the east entrance of the warehouse ASAP!" Roger listened over the open channel with disgust.
"Bloody hell! Damn irresponsible git!" he cursed under his breath. "Wouldn't've 'appened if they'd waited for SWAT like they're supposed to!"
Roger looked up at his men to make sure none of them had heard him. As angry as he was at the lead officer onsite he didn't want that influencing his unit any. He didn't need them believing that he thought the only unwounded officer was responsible for the deaths of two other officers for charging in before his unit was in place. Any reservations such information might give them could cause mistakes and he wasn't about to permit any mistakes on such an already boggled raid.
"Alright, listen up mates! We have three officers down and one more under fire. Alvarez, Roberts and Donovan; you three'll enter with me through the west most entrance and sweep the warehouse for any more activity. The rest of the unit will proceed to the east entrance by van after we're let out to provide immediate support to the officer onsite."
Roger looked at each of his men in turn and acknowledged their collective nods of understanding. With that out of the way he proceeded to wait quietly for four more minutes. That's how long it took for their vehicle to reach the west entrance to the warehouse. As soon as the arrived Alvarez, Donovan, Roberts and himself quickly filed out of the back of their van. The van promptly took off and proceeded to move around to the east side of the place.
They ran to the entrance quickly and flattened themselves on either side of the door. They paused for just a moment to listen for any signs of movement. When they heard none Roger took a quick look at his men.
"Alright. We sweep two by two, strictly by the book. No chances, no mistakes!" he said in a firm whisper.
They nodded and followed him in as he kicked in the door. They swept into the opening hall with sharp precision. Their weapons poised to fire at every shadow. Donovan and Roberts proceeded to the left while Alvarez followed his lead.
Methodically they proceeded down the hallway. They would breach a room, having Roger clear it while Alvarez guarded the doorway. It seemed like a great deal of nothing at first. Summers' premature raid had given them the time they needed to clean up after themselves it seemed. At least, that was how it appeared till they reached the 7th room. In there they found a stack of files that had carelessly been scattered across the floor in a hurry. Also a pc that appeared to be intact.
"Alvarez, tag and mark these files and then see what you can find in that pc. Maybe they didn't have time to erase it," Roger whispered cautiously. "I'll move on to the main warehouse from this end."
He stepped back into the hall and headed for the last door. It led into the main warehouse away from the small strip of offices that littered the entrance they had come through. He proceeded carefully, scanning everything with his steadied shotgun as he moved. He had gotten maybe 8 steps in when he heard the sound of pounding footsteps. Someone was running in his general direction. He judged their pace and location and leapt out from behind some crates, pointing his shotgun squarely at them just ten feet in front of him.
"Freeze! MET PD!" Roger shouted by reflex.
As he saw who he was pointing his weapon at he froze. For a moment he was not in that warehouse in North London anymore. He was at least 60 miles away and a couple of years back. He was looking up and straining to see through his blood soaked eyes. His forehead above his right eye seared like napalm. Somehow though, he managed to hold his concentration long enough to see a form. A woman with reddish hair and piercing red eyes was standing there, watching a raging fire behind him, unaware of his presence.
He hadn't seen it but somehow the woman had made up the ten feet of space and kicked his shotgun clear of his hands. He barely had time to react before her fist swung quickly at his head. Much too quickly as far as he was concerned. He leaned back just in time to let the fist pass an inch in front of his nose. He grabbe the wrist and then the elbow and twisted sideways and down to try and gain leverage to detain her. For a half a second he had her under his control but she simply jerked her shoulder and was suddenly five feet away again somehow. He didn't even see her break clear.
She charged in for a second fist attack. This time he was more prepared. He slid sideways and brought his elbow back to deliver a blow to the back of her head. Unfortunately she had slid her leg sideways a bit to trip him in the same motion. She tumbled forwards and he fell back. She rolled on and began running, clearing the door he had entered through. He got up and drew his pistol as he ran after her. Somehow she was all the way down the hallway near the west entrance to the building already. Unreal speed.
"Freeze!" he shouted again but was ignored.
He fired two shots with his pistol. The first missed entirely but the second shot seemed to hit her and she spun sideways from the hit. She clutched her side and ran on like nothing had happened, disappearing through the exit. Roger lowered his pistol and ran after her again. As he neared the exit he tapped the button for the policeband radio at his waist.
"This is SWAT Captain Gant. I am on foot in pursuit of a suspect turning south on ......... Advent Rd. Requesting additional units to maintain pursuit. Suspect is a caucasian woman with reddish hair wearing red contacts, approximately 5'7". Suspect is considered armed and extremely dangerous," He huffed into his mic as he ran.
On a normal night she might have already been out of sight. Tonight was a full moon however so he could still see her as clear as day. He wasn't about to lose her. Not if she was who he thought she was.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

*brain-dead* I hate hate hate physics!!

Name- Saturday Selachii (his own private opinion of his name is that his parents were some kind of drunk when they picked it)
Age- 27
Nationality- British
Race- Human
Virgin- He refuses to discuss this ^_^; but... no.
Side- Raw Hellsing recruit used mainly on single jobs or in duos. What he thinks about Seras remains to be seen; basically, he'll stick it as long as everything doesn't go pear-shaped. Cannot stand the Iscariot; was originally from the Met Police (see history)
Appearence- 5'11"; brown hair gone white at the tips so it always looks like he's been lightly dusted with icing sugar, and yellow eyes. Very marked tans on his face, upper neck, and arms beginning from the elbows from wearing the same outfit for too often and too long. Has scars all over him, although no particularly standout ones; and several piercings in both ears. Shaves when he remembers to. Wears an untucked open-collared, faded, no-colour shirt, with worn grey pants and a belt from which dangles his various weapons, as well as combat boots. He is very thin, with a wiry build, and always looks hungry.
Personality- He's the kind of person who instinctively doesn't like anyone else much on the basis that everyone's done something wrong at some point in their life; and even if he did like someone, all the mild depression, self-denial and cynicism wouldn't make it immediately apparent. He just wants to keep to his own odd philosophy of justice. He dislikes vampires, although that is not to say he completely hates them; he wouldn't turn against his colleagues. He loathes freaks and rogue vampires. Under pressure or during hard assignments, he gets increasingly free with his bullets and temper; and he often takes dangerous risks to himself in the midst of fights. Smokes copiously.
History- London-born; he surmises that his parents had not intended to have him born and were probably turned vampires when he was five or so. He was always aware of the existence of vampires, having been exposed to a few since youth; though no one believed him and he soon learnt to keep his mouth shut. His parents tried to turn him into a vampire (this is starting to remind me of Interview with the Vampire) when he was about eleven, the attempt was unsuccessful, and he ran away from their apartment soon after that. After moving to another city he eked out a meager living in the streets and took whatever odd jobs he could; as an additional problem he was often involuntarily involved in gangfights in the slums where he lived. While finishing school, he decided he'd return to London try to get into the police, to see if it was possible to exterminate these undead. He eventually succeeded but kept his hope down for some years, waiting till he'd gotten a fairly good reputation and rank before deciding to act on the matter. He soon began to look out for artifacts and weapons with which he could use against the undead, purely out of personal interest, although he did go overboard and confiscated a very old sword from an archaeological dig site which particularly intrigued him, supposedly on the basis of 'dangerous unlicensed weapons'. This offence effectively discharged him from the met police. Because Hellsing's operations are strictly hush-hush, he never knew about it until he was tipped off by his superior officer ("well, if you're such a loony, you'd better look out for those other loonies") on the day of his termination from the police.
Weapon- Smith&Wesson .44 Magnum six-shooter; .45 Long Colt semi-automatic six-shooter. The .44 has blessed quicksilver rounds, and the .45 has regular ones. Has an ancient, slightly rusted-over silver sword with serrated edges that he *cough* confiscated. It's dangerous to trust Saturday with any firearm bigger than a handgun... ehehe...
Other- Eh... I'm gundumb; useless in writing any shootout scenes... v_v;
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Saturday Selachii.|M|Hellsing|Humanis Est
"What are you looking at, punk?"
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People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people. Otherwise, there would be no point knowing, all by yourself, that you didn't need people. It'd be a waste of time and energy being a surly suspicious b*stard around unappreciative inanimate objects like the kitchen furniture, for instance.

Saturday Selachii, as a self-inflicted expert in the wide and infinitely frustrating field of human nature, was aware of this. He sometimes wished he wasn't; then he, being one of those people that didn't need people, would be able to keep out of a lot of trouble that way by staying home lingering maliciously and eyeballing the shelves. That would have classified him as an idiot; and Saturday also knew that, whatever his other shortcomings, he wasn't an idiot.

Well, a silly arse, definitely. But not an idiot. (a little niggling voice at the back of his head said, and you're not clean, either)

Oh, and the vampires made everything so very complicated. And his very own ancient history. And the freaks. And Hellsing. Even reasoning out his situation properly made him want to reach for a cigarette. (he probably smoked upwards of three hundred a week. it was a rather bad habit, he'd had it ten years, now.)

Sometimes he'd walk around the East End on his old beat, and think caustic things, and keep his hand on the hilt of the extremely old saw-bladed sword that had cost him his former job. London was a rotten city, but it was his rotten city, and he'd be damned if he'd let the Freaks swamp it like the fog that habitually surrounded the city proper. Nothing to do with his personal grudges at all.

Seras Victoria, otherwise known as the head of Hellsing, was out at some warehouse clamping down on a Freak drug distributor. She'd been gone for quite a while now; it couldn't be long till she was back to report. Hellsing, headed by a (pretty) female vampire and an elderly steward. Good grief.

But they were good at what they did. Of the relatively few operations that Saturday had seen carried out, all had been successful. Apparently, things only tended to go pear-shaped when the Iscariot poked a large and unwanted finger in, or someone was unduly careless, which wasn't often. There had been a big mess-up some time ago involving the former head Integra Hellsing and her pet vampire. He wasn't too clear on the details. He hadn't been given any solo missions as yet, and he had his suspicions why.

At headquarters, and feeling rather bored, Saturday seemed to be attempting to merge with the wall his back was currently up against; he'd been slouched against it for the past forty minutes, smoking cigarette after cigarette, almost unconsciously.

(something's going to happen. soon.)
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Oooer... my head is full of formulae crap now... so sorry for the short boring post... F=ma?? F=ma!! x_X

[kalad1]

Name: Kalad Galadorian
age: 150 (19 human,131 vamp)
Nationality:British/American
Race:Vampire
Side: Quasi-Hellsing, he works alongside and within Hellsing mostly because he wants to. He officially doesn't exist according to the organization, and he is a fairly independent agent.
Personality: He's actually fairly nice, he does try to avoid unnecessary casualties, He is fully accepting of his Vampiric nature, and is unafraid of feeding when he needs to. He is fairly friendly, but is a tad bit arrogant, he hates the Iscariot and the Freaks, as well as "messy" vampires.
Description: he stands a full 6 feet tall, with brown/blonde hair, he wears a black trenchcoat that hangs open over a red shirt and jeans as well as red gloves on his hands, when wearing glasses to hide his eyes, he wears yellow tinted sunglasses. has a red tattoo of a sword on his forearm. he is free from his master, so he uses his powers to hide his weapons in his trenchcoat(even when they shouldn't fit.

History: Was the son of a minorly noble family in england, actually helped a vampire, Janin Bloodtear, against a few other vampires and was fatally wounded in the battle, he was given Vampirism as a gift from Janin Bloodtear as a reward for his assitance. Was actually taught well by Janin to have honor and be fairly noble, he went to america after being freed by his master. He returned to England after he heard about the incident at the Tower of London. He had a few bad run-ins with Iscariot people, and seeks to eliminate the Iscariot members he runs across. He hates the freaks for they "Mar the Honor of the Glorious Race of Vampires" the same thing goes for the rogue vampires.

Weapons: Has studied many styles of combat and thus, has many weapons. All the handles are non-silver.
Sword of Dawn: a blessed silver alloy longsword.
Whip of Cleansing: a blessed silver alloy chain whip that has bladed barbs on it.
Naginata of the Rising Sun: a naginata(a spear with a scimitar like top in place of a spearhead) with a blessed silver alloy blade.
Katar of Night's Bane: Blessed Silver alloy Punch Daggers.
he also carries grenades that have silver mixed in with the explosive, but he prefers to not use these, as they are unelagant.


Kalad Galadorian
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The attack on the warehouse had gone well, only one man injured. Things were being cleaned up, files seized, computers being taken. I looked at what we had captured, it seemed almost too easy. This cleanup would take about an hour in my estimate. "I'm heading back, I'll see you later." I said to the captain. With that, I headed out and began walking towards the manor's part of town.

When I was about halfway to the manor, I suddenly heard a scream.
"No! Stay back! Don't hurt her!"
I turned and ran towards the voice, at this time of night, it was likely to be a freak attack. I arrived at the location just in time to see a freak kill a woman that was apparently protecting a small child. I rushed forward, pulling out my whip, and lashed out, causing it to wrap around the thing's wrist.
"Graah!" It screamed at contact with the silver. It then turned towards me, eyes full of rage. I pulled harder on the whip, and caused the barbs on my whip to slice it's hand off. It screamed even louder and charged at me. I quickly put my whip back in my coat and pulled out my sword. once he was in range, I side-stepped his charge and cut his head clean off. I turned to the little girl and asked, "Are you okay?"...

[Craig]

Inquisitor Jean-Baptiste de Léon - Iscariot
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The night was bleak, there was no vampire activity around here... The only drugs that were circulating were the normal stuff, no vampires, no freaks... This place was free of the undead....

Then the phone rang, a pay-phone to be exact... How Iscariot knew exactly where I was all the time to plan these phone calls was beyond me... stepping out of the rain into the small booth, water dripping from my coat everywhere I answered the phone... Before I could say anything

"Get to London now, the police are onto our schemes and we need you over here now Ernie." with that the person hung up...
"That doesn't sound like anyone I know" I said to no one in particular, sort of puzzled... Looking around in the streets, maybe I had intercepted a call to one of the gangsters around here.

"Hey you, did you just answer the phone?" someone called to me in a british accent.
I ignored them, and stepped out of the booth
"Answer me, did you just answer that phone call or not?!" the guy yelled, sounding angry.
"I don't know.. did I, Ernie?" I said coldly,
"Ernie? You must've known my name from the phone! God damnit I wish they would find out who is on the phone first before just blabbing it out!" Ernie harshly said...

Could this 'scheme' in London be connected to the drugs that were sopposedly causing vampirism? Stepping toward him
"Hey, you don't come one step closer you ass! Or else I'll you so hard you'll wish you never have been born!" Ernie taunted
Grabbing him by the throat, "What scheme, what are you people hiding in London?!" I demanded.
"Nothing, we're not hiding anything!" he replied, gasping for breath.
"Thats a lie, tell me." I said "Now answer me before I lose my patience"
"You'll have to do better than that!" Ernie gasped, so I clenced my grip & with my other hand pulled out the penitent engine... I had no intention to use it though.
"Okay! Okay!!!" Ernie yelled "I'll tell you!"
"Go on then." I said
"Up in London, we have these drugs that our group is being told to distribute for a lot of money! I don't know what these drugs do though!" Ernie said quickly, intent on leaving after seeing the gun.
"What do the drugs do?" I said, still keeping my grip on his cuff
"I told you I don't know!" he cracked
Lifting him slightly into the air, he started to choke "All I know is that they seriously fuck you up! Thats all I know, really!" He started to have tears in his eyes "Please, let me go!" he wailed... so I did, I dropped him to the ground.

Leaving Ernie behind in a small puddle, I made my way to the Paris airport, making my way up to the clerk "When is the closest flight to London" after buying a ticket ( a great discount of course, Iscariot ) after dealing with security, I was allowed onto the airplane weapons & all.

[Mystic_clown]

Name- Sebastian Kane
Age- 27
Nationality- British
Race- Freak
Side- Freelance
Appearence- He's got a real pale complexion and has the red eyes and fangs. He's got long, black
hair tied into a ponytail and is pretty tall and lanky. He wears a black shirt, a red tuxedo, a yellow
tie, red pants, black shoes, white gloves and a red top hat.
Personality as a human- He was always a bit of a loony, but he was also fun loving and liked to
take risks. He did have a bit of a temper and was a bit on the greedy side. The three things he loved
most were money, power and women.
Personality as a vampire/freak- To sum it up in one word, insane. He's ruthless, sadistic and
obsessed with power. He loves to kill, in fact, it's what he lives for. He is a bit of a coward though
and is a bit of a blowhard. He knows when he has no chance of winning (he may be insane, but he's
not stupid). He's got a bad temper and hates it when people mock him (and when he gets mad,
people DIE!!!)
History- He was formally a magician, which would explain his weird attire. After a performance, a
car struck him down and his body was dragged off before his funeral. The next thing he knew, he
was a freak. He gathered a small band of freaks and now hides out a an abandoned casino. Since
he became a freak, he's been known for two things, his weird clothing, and his big-*** gattling gun!
Weapon- One big-*** gattling gun (Think GTA Vice City)! He's also got a knife hidden up his sleeve.
Other-

Name- Gali Virgo
Age- 24
Nationality- American/Australian
Race- Human
Virgin- as much as he hates to admit it, Yes
Side- Freelance, later Hellsing
Appearence- He's got long, messy, purple (died) hair and brown eyes. He's got an average build and
a normal complexion. He wears a grey, long-sleeve shirt, a black leather jacket with metal shoulder
pads and black belts around the wrists. He also wears jeans, black combat boots, black, biker's
gloves and a cross on a chain around his neck.
Personality as a human- Usually pretty cold and distant. If he has two, he can be quite charming
and can weasel his way out of most problems. He's willing to take up any challenge and wont give
up. He despises vampires and considers them vermin. He'll do anything to destroy them all.
History- He was orphened when he was 5 and escaped the orphenage when he was 10, along with
his little sister. When he was 15 however, his little sister was attacked and killed by a vampire in
red. Two years later he became a vampire hunter and when he was 18, became well known by
vampires throughout the world. When he was 19, he witnessed a battle between Alucard and a
bunch of vampires. Because Alucard was wearing red, Gali assuned that he his sister's killer. But
Alucard left before Gali could confront him. Now e wont stop slaughtering vampires until he kills the
one who he believes killed his sister. Alucard (NOTE: Alucard didn't kill his sister, Gali just THINKS
he did).
Weapon- A sword with a silver blade and twin desert eagles which shoot silver bullets.
Other- He becomes Seras' arch nemesis

I'll fill in their intros later.

[VirtualPlay]

Name: Maichi Konnetsu
Age: 18
Nationality: Japan
Race: Human
Virgin: Yes
Side: Soon to be Hellsing
Appearance: Just like this, clothes and everything. Stands about 5'9", 115 lbs. (image line art courtesy of FredArt.)
Personality: Light and airy occasionally, but knows when to be serious. Wary of strangers that seem to want to stalk her, or that seem to be a little to friendly. She's nice and friendly, although she still has yet to find any close friends in England.
History: Came from Japan just recently so she could go to school in England. Is still getting used to living in England (she just moved in a couple of weeks ago); fortunately she already has a job. In Japan she grew very fond of the English language as a kid and by now has become almost fluent in English. The only real tweaks with her English is that she rarely uses contractions and doesn't know slang or rarely-used words. She hasn't been alerted yet to the presence of vampires, but a meeting with a Hellsing member (whoever decides to meet her on the street) will convince her, and soon she'll equip herself as below (she still has the bag, though).
Weapon: She will have two guns: A Strayer Voigt Infinity (semi-automatic, normal ammo) which she uses for self-defense, and a Ruger Magnum with silver ammo. She carries spare ammo in her bag (about 2 dozen extra silver bullets and a couple hundred bullets worth of normal magazines).
Other:

Name: Mike Rampart
Age: 22, died at 17 (still fresh by vampire standards ^,-,^)
Nationality: England
Race: Vampire
Side: Hellsing
Appearance: Here he is (drop the kitty ears), standing about 6' tall, 145 lbs., all in black. Line art courtesy of MegaTokyo this time.
Personality as a human: A decent person, friendly but not too outgoing. Made friends easily and was easy to trust. Never wished any real harm on anyone.
Personality as a vampire/freak: Not much different, but feels a deep resentment towards whoever did it to him. Slightly colder (usually) towards people he doesn't know.
History: Lived a normal life for 17 years, then his life changed when a couple vampires came and killed his parents. Instead of killing him, they turned him into a Vampire. In a fit of unsuppressed rage, he grabbed one of the vampire's weapons and decapitated the two of them. Soon found Hellsing and saw that they had a common interest, so he joined and has been there since.
Weapon: His main weapon is a katana, about the length of his arm. This is his battle weapon, and he's very skilled with it. He also has a silver knife, with the blade about 8 inches, which he uses solely for decapitation. His last weapon is a rarely-used PPK (silenced, of course), filled with normal bullets (not intended for vampire-killing; that's what his knife is for).
Other: (As Bulba approved...) Helps to show Aiya into Hellsing, details to be revealed. ADDED - does not like "biting" and instead always has a "cup o' blood" when he gets ready to work every day...night...whatever.
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Mike Rampart
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"So..." I muttered, sitting at my computer, sipping my evening cup o' blood, "what's on the menu tonight?" A report of drug dealers in an abandoned warehouse interested me...until I saw that the Met Police were already sufficiently covering it. I didn't like getting mixed up with the 'Mets'; they were always out for weird people.

A couple boring reports of robberies, job for the Mets; a shadowy figure had been noticed moving around, maybe if nothing else interesting showed up; I almost snorted blood as a report of a cat up a tree came up. I scanned the remaining reports, but nothing really of interest showed up. Sighing out of boredom, I went back to the shadowy figure report.

I've learned that most people in Britain are paranoid at night. But I also knew (from personal experience, I'm afraid to say) that a vampire's favorite time of the day was, well, nighttime. I noted the last place the figure was seen, when he was last seen, and where he was headed. Finishing up my cup, I threw the styrofoam into the nearby trash as I took off into the night.

Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything. However, when a scream rang out in the night after I had only been walking 10 minutes, I started running. The scream...came from around...here! I stopped as I heard a slicing sound, then two things thump to the ground right after each other. I turned the corner to see the glinting of a sword, being held by...

"Kalad, you beat me here," I said, noticing the dead decapitated vampire (hence the two thumps).

"You misunderstand, Michael," I winced at my full name, "I was not intending to be here at all tonight. I just happened on this...thing tonight." He waved a hand at the vampire on the ground. Kalad and I barely tolerated each other, seeing as he had been dead for over a hundred years (even though we both died at around the same age). I didn't like his old-fashioned-ness or his properness.

"Alright, fine," I shrugged, "you got here coincidentally, in time to kill this 'messy' vampire," (I sarcastically used his favorite adjective). "And call me Mike, please."

"As you wish," he said, "but I was far from being 'in time.' The creature had already killed the woman, and..." but he never finished. He didn't need to finish either, for I saw why he wasn't 'in time.'

"Mommy? What happened to Mommy?" I saw the little girl look up from the fallen body of a woman to look at Kalad. She turned her face down before he could answer, though. "What did you do to Mommy?" she seemed to ask nobody, but I realized she was looking at the dead vampire.

I realized Kalad was staring at me. I knew what he wanted, I could feel it. "No, I am not a babysitter, Kalad," I said plainly, before he could speak. "You want the kid taken somewhere safe, you do it. I'm going back to the manor."

Without another word, I turned around fast and ran back to HQ. Today was going to be just as boring as usual, nothing new ever happened. As I started walking up the walkway, I had a second thought. Maybe the warehouse raid was worth going to after all. Turning again, I hurried off into the night.
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Hope I didn't play Kalad wrong. ^^' He's not normally this sarcastic or heartless; he just really doesn't like Kalad.

Maichi
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"Shimatta!" I cried, as the keys slipped from my hands to the ground, bouncing into the bush. "Kagi-me!" I got down on my knees and reached around in the dirt for the keys. "Shimatta..." I muttered again, before finally reaching my now-dirty keys and grabbing them in my disgusting hands. If it were not for the fact that I had a job and a school to go to here, I might have thought about leaving England altogether.

I wiped the key clean, hastily wiping my hand on my pants (Kyaa~ I will have to clean them tonight.) before sticking it in the padlock keyhole. I turned it and heard the click. But I also heard a soft tp behind me. Whipping around, I faced the source of the sound.

"Ano..." I muttered, looking at the dark figure in the trenchcoat. "Can I, uh, help you sir?" I said. His head moved slightly up and down, and I saw the moon's reflection in his glasses. Wait...those were sunglasses! What the Hell was someone doing wearing sunglasses at night?

"Um...how can I...uhh...help you...sir?" I stuttered, getting slightly scared. The man had slowly but steadily started walking towards me, his shoes tapping on the concrete with every step. "Um, sorry but goodnight sir, I am very tired!" I said suddenly, frantically trying to shove my other key in the knob lock. His footsteps beat faster, but he continued to walk with a constant grace. He was 10 meters away...5 meters...1 meter!

I screamed as he bared his teeth. I saw inhuman fangs emerge. His hand grabbed my neck as he brought his mouth close to it...

...but he never touched me with his mouth. With a scream of agony, he forcefully removed his hands from my neck. I was gasping for breath, but still had my head about me. I jammed my key into the hole of the knob and turned, practically kicking the door in. I slammed it shut as soon as I was inside, locking both the top and the bottom lock.

But when I looked outside, I saw no trace of him. Was it only a dream? If it was, it was a horrifically real one. I could still feel his hands around my neck, grabbing so hard that my necklace...

'Wait, maybe he could not touch my necklace...' I thought, unfastening the silver jewelry I had gotten as a going-away present from my best friend. It was not very ornate, simply a silver heart pendant on a silver large-link chain. Sinking into my couch, I put the necklace back on. Maybe tomorrow I will wake up and not have to worry about tonight. Tomorrow...

Grabbing the remote, I turned on the television. News...I could fall asleep to news... It didn't take long until I was drifting off to sleep while some report of a shootout in some warehouse droned on.
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Hope I didn't play "Donalbain" wrong either, but you said "young women" tasted best.

[kalad1]

Kalad (you got him pretty well done, VP)
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Michael, er, Mike was right I needed to resolve this myself. I owed this child an immense debt for failing to save her mother. I needed to ensure that she would be safe.
"What happened to mommie?" I heard the girl ask me, again.
"This bad man killed her." I told her, feeling like the biggest scumbag in the world. The girl started to cry and then did the unexpected, she grabbed my leg, and began to cling to me, crying into it. She seemed so familiar....

I stood there for about fifteen minutes comforting the poor child, she slowly calmed down, and looked up at me.
"Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is Kalad Galadorian." I replied, still thinking of how familiar she seemed. "What's yours?"

"Sarah, Sarah Galadorian" She replied.
Suddenly, everything clicked, she was the spitting image of my own niece from all those years ago. After all these years, I had reunited with my descendant.

"What's going to happen to me now?" she asked.

"I'll protect you, little one, I'll protect you." I told her.
She gazed at my face for a while, then asked, "Why do your eyes look funny?"

"Because, I am a vampire, but not a nasty, evil one like the bad man there, I'm a good vampire." I told her. As I said it, she seemed to be weighing things, judging me with her mind. She then seemed to come to a descision, and hugged me.

"Let's go, it's not safe here" I told her.

Lady Victoria was not going to be pleased with me at all...

[Mewtwo-D2]

Gillacomgain
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I disappeared into the night the moment the girl got her door open. Damn, I hated fast food.
I looked at the burn on my hand, slowly healing up. Fast food in foil. Damn, damn, damn. Things were looking like I'd need to go find a street-walker, and they never tasted quite as sweet. Ah well, I could have double the fun tonight then. I straightened myself up and swung off down the street.

A few hours later...

I lay in bed, smoking another thick cigar. I patted the dead prostitute lying next to me on the shoulder.
"You weren't half bad either way, my dear. It would be a shame for that pretty face to turn into a ghoul... and ghouls are such messy things to keep about the house. You understand, don't you?"
She gave a small, rattling moan. She was just about to turn.
"Glad to see you do," I smiled and got out of bed. "Follow me, I wouldn't want to get more blood on the sheets. The laundry already wonders about me."
She obediently fell out of bed and staggered across the room to me.
"Very good," I patted her shoulder. "Now, stand up straight and stay still."
She did. I loved how obedient ghouls were, but she'd wreck my home and smell terrible after a few days. Better to get it over and done with, I thought, going into the next room and taking down the mace from over the fireplace.
"All right, just keep on standing there," I said, leaning back for a good swing. A few moments later she was nothing but a pile of dust on the rug. The cleaning lady was going to through a fit, but I could always kill her too if she decided it was something other than an ashtray spill. I glanced out the window... almost daybreak. Time to head up to the attic- to my real bed.
"Goodnight, my dear," I said to the pile of ash. "Sleep well."

[Asilynne]

Name- Aiden Farwell

Age- 22

Nationality- Irish

Race-Human

Side-Hellsing

Virgin- Yes, because hes waiting for marriage ^v^

Appearence- Red hair that reaches down to the middle of his cheeks, light green eyes that usually show a sense of quiet curiousity. When not wearing the green uniform and white labcoat of the Hellsing medical unit, he usually wears a white shirt and black jeans with a padded green vest overtop. Only wears glasses for reading and surgery.

Personality - Is very quiet, usually has a pondering look on his face. His curiousity is unmatched, and he likes to learn everything he can. Is very investigative, if he sees something odd or unusual hes interested in finding more out about it. Hes kind and a nice guy when you get to know him, but hes very introverted, so most people growing up thought he was stuck up. When people talk to him, he ll listen, but he only speaks if he has something he needs to say, or to answer a question that cant be answered by a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Gentle and likes to help others.
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History- Born and grew up in Ireland, he lives in one of the few places where they speak a dialect of Gaelic as well as English, so his accent is very pronounced. Was always fascinated with medicine and was interested in the human body (not like that XD), and that combined with his helpful nature steered him into a career of medicine. After studying in Cork, he transferred to a medical school in London, where he opened up his practice. Was on duty when an OD patient was brought in, but found very disturbing things, things that couldnt be explained by just drug effects. But before his medical report was completed, Hellsing paid him a visit, and rather than kill him they recruited him as a high standing medical examiner. Has been fascinated with the process of ‘changing’ ever since, and enjoys studying old records of the freak chip in an attempt to understand this new breed of freaks. Has been at Hellsing for less than a year, and so is still considered ‘fresh’ or ‘green’ by the other members.

Weapons: None lol probably the only character that doesnt have a weapon so far. Mostly resides at Hellsing Manor.

Other- Is very shy, and so doesnt have many friends. Enjoys playing the flute when hes off duty.

--Aiden Farwell--
Open, my window this fair night in June,
Alone with my thoughts, but for the moon....

The sounds of me flute drifted in and out of my open window with the warm night air. Tonight was a quiet night in Hellsing manor, which usually would be a good thing. For most, Im sure, that werent in the Hellsing Organization, a quiet night would mean peace, tranquility. But as Ive found, quiet doesnt always mean nothings going on. Sometimes it means just the opposite.
But I played on, if something were to happen it would happen, but for now, I meself would be at peace. No use getting worked up until the need arose, I say. Might as well make the most of such a lovely night, before whatever happened happened, and I would need to forget about the lovelyness of the night and concentrate on more pressing matters. I found these times I took for myself to relax and think helped me stay at peace inside.
That peace was sadly not to last.
The sounds of an approach to the manor drifted in my window. Sounds that were quite familiar, one was that of a vampire agent Hellsing employed, but the third, never in my life had I expected this voice. A lass? One that sounded to be less than 5 years if she was a day. I played on through hearing the first voice but the second.....if a child was involved in this then this was serious. If the child was hurt I would be needed.
I set down my flute on the dresser as I got up and went to my closet. Pulling out a shirt I slipped it on over my head, and, grabbing my labcoat I left me room to the moon and the night air.
Meeting the two at the front door with Sir Walter, I saw who the vampire had been. "Kalad," I said curiously, he never struck me as the type to 'oud go babysitting in the middle of the night. Something mustve taken a turn for the worst out there. He stepped inside and began to converse with Walter. "Her mother was killed, and I thought..."
"You thought she would be safe here." Walter finished. "A very noble thing to do, but we cant be running a daycare...Sir Integra wouldve never stood for such a potential leak in the Organization. The girl would do better to have been taken to a police station, where her living relatives would surely take good care of her." There was kindness in Walters eyes as he spoke, his seemingly harsh words were not meant as such. I understood, a little girl that might speak of what she saw in this place was a danger to the secrecy of it, I myself couldve been killed by investigating the OD deaths back then...
Kalad spoke up in his defence. "Please, Sir DDoneallezz, if it were any other I would surely have done this...but..." He looked nervous for a moment and then spoke. "You see, I am this girls living relative, of sorts. She is a descendant of my line, we share the same last name. She can get her schooling here, she need not be uneducated." Walter smiled kindly. "Perhaps, in any case that is for Miss Seras to decide, she is the leader of Hellsing now." Walter winked. "She is currently on assignment but when she is back we ll see about making arrangements. In the meantime Im sure Sir Farwell will be all too glad to help with the girl." The aged man nodded in my direction and I nodded softly back. "Aye Sir Walter." I said, and I turned to Kalad and the little girl. "Lets see aboot gettin 'er a room..." I said quietly as I led them through Hellsing Manor. "You ken tell me the story of what happened on the way."
That being the most Ive said at one time for quite a while, I walked on and listened to the story of how this little girl came to be orphaned. The big picture of this war against vampires and freaks showed a personal face tiday, and it shook me a bit ti see how it touches individual lives.
I hoped ti God that Id not have to autopsy a body as young as this lass in the future, for such a thing would break me heart.
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Aidens first post!!!! Please no one forget hes a guy lol ^-^()

[Master Rudy]

You guys are going to need to forgive me for not posting as of late. It's been a rather busy week with school and work and I haven't had much time to start on a full post. In any event there is one thing that needs to be addressed involving Gant and Seras. I hate to say it Riki but your going to need to either change or delete that post as Gant. My post and Brandy's post after that pretty much show that she was long gone before Gant was even on the scene. There's no way he could have run into her much less shot her.

[Asilynne]

Im sorry RikiTikiTavi, but Im going to need to post. Im going to try to make a compromise, Ill have it to where Gant saw her running, and recognised her as the one who set the place on fire, and started to chase her. Then, since shes a vampire she ll be a lot faster, but before he loses her he ll take a few shots at her. Im letting one hit, but Im going to BS it so she was so deep in thought she didnt notice any of that, and since shes a vampire and bullets dont hurt as much as it would a human that makes some sense. Hope your happy with this compromise, I know how annoying it could be to have to change a post your proud of, but in this case its necissary since previous posts conflicted ^-^()

~~Seras Victoria~~
10 steps away from happiness

I blew past those who fancy a midnight stroll in London as I ran towards what I had considered Home for the last five years. I got the occasional strange glance but for the most part people went along their normal habits, and didnt mind a girl with firey hair dressed all in black, racing down the street. But as I got closer I ducked into an alley way, hiding from anyone who might see where Id be going next. The location was no secret, you couldnt miss the large Hellsing Manor looming on the top of a hill, but I couldnt be tied to that place. And besides, the way I was going was faster.
With a leap I alighted to the top of the buildings, and continued my approach. When I was first turned I would never imagine doing this, I was still stuck in the mindset of a human, I still thought human limitations applied to me. Slowly I began to see that they did not, and now, I had fully accepted what I had become. I was what I had once feared, a No-Life King. But my priorities were still very human-like, and my main priority at the moment was talking to Walter about the possibility of recruitment. Finally, with one graceful leap to the ground, I landed in the well groomed yard, facing the central nerve center of the most powerful Anti-Undead group in existance---Hellsing Manor.
Wasting no time I ran inside, thinking with happiness at what I would ask Walter to do. I was so intent on finding Walter that I wasnt paying attention to what was in front of me as I swung open the door-----and almost ran the old chap down. “Oh! Im sorry Walter!!!” I said sheepishly, and, feeling as if my face wanted to blush, shut the door slowly behind me and saluted. For a moment, I felt as if I were a new recruit again, but the moment passed swiftly as Walter greeted me, seemingly unfazed at my less-than-graceful entrance. “Ah, Miss Victoria, there was a present matter that I wanted to discuss wi----”
“Sorry Walter sahr, but if its not an emergency there is something you need to know, and something we need to talk about, and...” The aged butler smiled as he adjusted his monicle. “Slow down young one, now I assume it has something to do with the mission.” I nodded, embarrassingly unable to speak in unhurried correct sentances at the moment. I had been running for a while, but I wasnt tired from the distance. I was just too excited and impatient to get out what I wanted to, to think clearly.
A kind twinkle shone in Walters eyes as he opened the door to the parlor. “Well, whatever it is, come inside. While we discuss everything, might we have some tea to steady our nerves a bit?” Taking a deep breath and willing myself to slow down, I smiled and nodded. “Just what I need...”
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Steam rose from my teacup as I sat in the parlor a few moments later. Walter always had a fresh pot of tea ready, no matter what the occasion. It was bizzare really, as if he were always expecting company...
“...most of them were killed when I got there. The drug dealers had them outnumbered horribly, its a wonder any of the Met Police were left really. Only one was left....” I trailed off for a moment, deciding to save who it was for a bit later. “He and I took most of the remaining out, and he managed to injure one of them, for interrogation purposes. But....”
Walter looked serenely on as he stood with his arms behind his back patiently. I steeled myself for what I would say and went on. “But I had to kill him Walter. He....he pulled a second gun out of his jacket and....I couldnt let him kill....” I took a deep breath and stood up, looking Walter right in the eyes. “I couldnt let him kill Rudy, Walter. And because of this he...he saw me.” I tried not to wince as I studied his face for any sign of that he was thinking. As usual the old man didnt seem fazed in the least and merely said, “I see.” Feeling I had to defend myself I pleaded my case. “He recognised me Walter, he said my name! He... he called me Kitten.... like they all used to call me before......before.......”
“Seras.” That one word silenced anything else I mightve said. I could only stare at him, his face unreadable as always, and wonder at what he would say next. Would he reprimand me, take control back of the Hellsing Organization? Would he deem me unfit for any further missions, lock me up in the basement as my former master Alucard was? Would he.....would he decide I needed to be exterminated or, worse, would he order me to kill Rudy?! The moments of silence that followed seemed like hours as a million worst-case scenarios went through my head. And then....
“We cant have someone on the outside, especially someone who knew you in a previous life, know that you are still alive. You know this, Seras.” Feeling a thrill of fear, all I could do was gaze at him wide eyed. “Walter....n.....”
Walter just looked on, his face concealing any emotion. “I dont see that we have a choice Seras, it must be done.” I felt as though I had been punched in the stomach. I couldnt believe Walter was saying this, surely there was no need---
“Ill have to make the call as soon as possible, before he talks to anyone about you. We mustnt keep young Rudy Summers waiting, he ll want to know the news of his new recruitment as soon as possible.” His eyes twinkled again as he smiled and bowed slightly in my direction. As I realised what he said my face lit up into a grin. Tears of happiness sprang to my eyes, as I ran forward to hug the old man. “Thank you Walter!!” I choked out through my emotion.
Walter smiled. “This has been quite a night, so many new young people are joining our little family. I almost feel as though Im running a dayschool!” Walter chuckled to himself as he began to leave, and then stopped for a moment to say something. “Oh yes, and Id like you to meet with Dr. Farwell and Kalad as soon as possible about the matter of a young girl. Im sure theyll fill you in. And while your there, let the good doc fix your wound?”
Surprised, I glanced down at my arm, feeling the throbbing pain for the first time. Had I been so preoccupied that I was shot without realising? I resolved to not be so careless in the future, I would be no good to anyone if I were injured badly, or worse. But these thoughts were quickly swept from my mind.
At the moment I felt more happy than I had since that incident in Cheddar. But I knew my work didnt stop for celebration, there would be plenty of time for that later. Placing my chilled cup of unfinished tea on one of the mahogany tables, I stood up, and began locating the group in question.
Quite a night indeed, though somehow I knew it was far from over.
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Ok Kalad, feel free to have Seras find you and Aiden Farwell and the little girl, she ll probably ask a few questions, but will probably allow her to stay, at least for now. Lets get this party started ^,-,^

[Master Rudy]

I know this is a bit on the late side but Riki's post kinda threw things off unintentionally. I'm going to try and work around it.

Rudy Summers
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While I was glad that I had friends like Aiya that were concerned about me I honestly didn't need this at the moment. Hearing sirens get closer I said to her "Listen.....now may not be the best time. Some major events that I can't discuss went down here and if your seen on site you might be mistaken for a suspect. I'd advise that you leave now Aiya." She didn't seem to like hearing that and started to speak. "But Rudy....." However I was not in the mood after losing two of my men. "No buts! You've got to go now!" Aiya didn't say a word after that. Somehow I had the feeling she got the message that the time was bad and ran off. As I made my way back towards the west entrance I suddenly noticed something I didn't before. It was a body with a single gunshot wound to the head. As I bent down to examine it I knew only one person could have done this. A person who was seemingly back from the dead. The question was would anyone believe me when I was debriefed later that night? I considered confronting the captain again about a possible cover up into the Cheddar incident but I knew that it would be pointless. After five years the files I wanted to see were still sealed. The 'official' files only consisted of the members of my squad along with how they were believed to have been killed since some bodies could not be recovered.

Suddenly something caught my eye. The gunshot wound wasn't the only injure this guy had. There were also two puncture wounds on the side of his neck. Upon close examination it appeared as if the guy had been bitten. All of this was starting to get too strange. First when we attempted to enter the warehouse Johnson and Harrison were sniped before when could even attempt to get inside. Once we did Carter was hit and had to stay where he was. What was suppose to be a clean undetected entry turned sour real fast. It was like they knew we we coming. That really got me starting to wonder about this raid. However there were other things as well. The sudden appearence of Seras and the strange wound on the man's neck also had my attention. I would have laughed at what I was thinking had things not been so serious. There had to be a reasonable explanation for the wound. After all vampires didn't exist. It wasn't possible. If they did then I'd be sure we'd know about it. As for Seras.....well she's going to need to explain the past five years herself I thought to myself. Whatever the reasons were I knew one thing for sure:

This wasn't a case of a simple drug bust. This went a hell of a lot deeper than that. My only question was exactly how deep?
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Here's the deal. Rudy's at the warehouse and met police are on the scene. He's not going to admit to seeing Seras so if anyone asks about a female suspect he'll act like he doesn't know anything. Anyone involved with the police can interact with him freely until my next Rudy post. Once I post as him again I need to set certain events into motion for things to move on.

Also expect a surprise post as well ^_~