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 ^_~