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.