Post by Egyptian Myth on Aug 15, 2007 23:22:43 GMT -5
Ohhh, witty counterpart to 'The Dawn'. Ph34r. >B
I'm on Writer's Block so. This probably sucks. x_x' But I'll edit later when I actually feel like writing, prolly.
No templates. Just descriptive intros. No GMing. Literate. You know the Law. Violence and swearing obviously allowed, but not to extremes. Romance also allowed, but not to extremes.
Two charries allowed per person. WE NEED AN ALUCARD. Other canons will be side roleplayed by people(probably by whoever roleplays Alucard. xD ) when necessary, unless someone wishes to take a part(PM me requesting such).
~
After the revived issue with Millenium settled down, the infamous Alucard of the Hellsing Organization was allowed to rest until another time of need. Unfortunately another such time has arisen. Killings have gone even higher than when the artificial vampires were about, more violent and more frequent. And the strange part is, it's not just humans getting killed. Vampires have been slaughtered just as much. So far it has been witnessed that both humans and vampires are killing... both humans and vampires. Although, obviously the killers seemed different. There was a feral, hungry look in their eyes, and they've shown to have more abilities than vampires. The most identifying trait about them is just above and slightly behind their ears are small, demonic wings of varying color - fully mobile although useless for flight.
They only have so many weaknesses. They can't stand sunlight or holy things. They have considerable regenerative abilities, however, and this makes them difficult to kill by knife and gun and whatnot.. unless said knife and gun's bullets were professionally blessed, of course. Only the changed vampires actually drink their victim's blood; the changed humans seem to simply have the need to kill.
Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing refers to them simply as Changed. Others amongst the Hellsing Organization have deemed them the slang 'Crazy'. So far little is known of the Changed, as Hellsing have yet to capture a live one - human or vampire. But what can be taken into account is that they're not always as rabid as they seem to be. Unlike when a human is made vampire or ghoul, the Changed seem to still hold some of their real selves inside them. For the most part the conditions in which they momentarily regain sanity are when they're weakened, although a few other instances have occured.
The major question about the Changed is this: Who or what is making them? It has not yet been witnessed how one is Changed, but normal Changed don't make ghouls like vampires; their victims simply die, so killing isn't their method of passing on their 'Crazy'. So how do so many get made so fast?
Normal, nuisance vampires are no longer a main objective for Hellsing. Not at all; they don't even pay them any mind anymore, because they're all too aware that the vampires that make themselves known will be killed in just a matter of time. Now their focus is what's killing them.
( That was plot.)
~
( This is mah first intro. :3 )
A pale young man sat on the thin branch of a tree in the forest, short, white hair almost glowing in the moonlight. Its straight bangs hung down, concealing his eyes in shadow, but the back was spiked and dyed a beautiful shade of midnight blue. A black, straw, witch-like hat adorned his head, also casting shadows down his pale face.
His attire was strange, with a short dark blue top with elbow-length sleeves and a long-sleeved dark red and dark blue striped shirt beneath that. A long, ragged, black skirt-like ornament hung over his dark red pants and under a spiked, loosely-worn belt, that cascaded about his legs dangling below him. Under the skirt were baggy, knee-length capris tied tight at the ends, and red and blue stockings continued after these ended as well. He wore half shoes, the toes covered by steel rather sharp tips that looked considerably vicious. A black scarf, of the same material as his skirt, was draped around his neck; the two ends flowing in the night breeze behind him.
The most noticeable trait, besides his strange attire and even his oddly colored hair, were small, bat-like, demonic wings rested folded, coming out from right above his ears on his head, mostly black with navy webbing between. This instantly classified him as a Crazy to many of the area now, human and vampire alike. The only creatures not to fear such a being were other Crazies.
~
( This is mah second. )
.. And one considerably attractive young man.
A pale youth, perhaps around sixteen years old, strides into an inn and bar in the same forest as the previously mentioned Crazy. His footsteps are impossibly silent on the creaky wooden floor. Anyone noticing him in particular would notice how the rest of the world suddenly goes silent, as if there's no one real in the universe but for this young man.
His hair is black-brown, wavy, and just about to his shoulders in length, the bangs coming down completely over his eyes. He wears a zipped-up black hoodie that's loose but fitting enough to show his slender frame, hints of male muscle lurking here and there along it. Safety pins and a 'Have A Nice Day' smiley sticker adorn the front of the hoodie. A studded belt upholds light blue jeans with ragged holes in the knees, the silent feet in black Converse high-tops.
The slightest hint of an amused smile hovers on his lips, somehow enticing, somehow.. even sexually arousing, perhaps. The only thing that breaks the abnormal air of heavy silence about him is the sound of the two chains clanging against each other at his side; one a pocket watch, the other a wallet. This innocent sound, emphasized by the silence, is somehow.. maddening, almost. His hands rest in the pockets of his hoodie before he takes a seat silently.
I'm on Writer's Block so. This probably sucks. x_x' But I'll edit later when I actually feel like writing, prolly.
No templates. Just descriptive intros. No GMing. Literate. You know the Law. Violence and swearing obviously allowed, but not to extremes. Romance also allowed, but not to extremes.
Two charries allowed per person. WE NEED AN ALUCARD. Other canons will be side roleplayed by people(probably by whoever roleplays Alucard. xD ) when necessary, unless someone wishes to take a part(PM me requesting such).
~
After the revived issue with Millenium settled down, the infamous Alucard of the Hellsing Organization was allowed to rest until another time of need. Unfortunately another such time has arisen. Killings have gone even higher than when the artificial vampires were about, more violent and more frequent. And the strange part is, it's not just humans getting killed. Vampires have been slaughtered just as much. So far it has been witnessed that both humans and vampires are killing... both humans and vampires. Although, obviously the killers seemed different. There was a feral, hungry look in their eyes, and they've shown to have more abilities than vampires. The most identifying trait about them is just above and slightly behind their ears are small, demonic wings of varying color - fully mobile although useless for flight.
They only have so many weaknesses. They can't stand sunlight or holy things. They have considerable regenerative abilities, however, and this makes them difficult to kill by knife and gun and whatnot.. unless said knife and gun's bullets were professionally blessed, of course. Only the changed vampires actually drink their victim's blood; the changed humans seem to simply have the need to kill.
Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing refers to them simply as Changed. Others amongst the Hellsing Organization have deemed them the slang 'Crazy'. So far little is known of the Changed, as Hellsing have yet to capture a live one - human or vampire. But what can be taken into account is that they're not always as rabid as they seem to be. Unlike when a human is made vampire or ghoul, the Changed seem to still hold some of their real selves inside them. For the most part the conditions in which they momentarily regain sanity are when they're weakened, although a few other instances have occured.
The major question about the Changed is this: Who or what is making them? It has not yet been witnessed how one is Changed, but normal Changed don't make ghouls like vampires; their victims simply die, so killing isn't their method of passing on their 'Crazy'. So how do so many get made so fast?
Normal, nuisance vampires are no longer a main objective for Hellsing. Not at all; they don't even pay them any mind anymore, because they're all too aware that the vampires that make themselves known will be killed in just a matter of time. Now their focus is what's killing them.
( That was plot.)
~
( This is mah first intro. :3 )
A pale young man sat on the thin branch of a tree in the forest, short, white hair almost glowing in the moonlight. Its straight bangs hung down, concealing his eyes in shadow, but the back was spiked and dyed a beautiful shade of midnight blue. A black, straw, witch-like hat adorned his head, also casting shadows down his pale face.
His attire was strange, with a short dark blue top with elbow-length sleeves and a long-sleeved dark red and dark blue striped shirt beneath that. A long, ragged, black skirt-like ornament hung over his dark red pants and under a spiked, loosely-worn belt, that cascaded about his legs dangling below him. Under the skirt were baggy, knee-length capris tied tight at the ends, and red and blue stockings continued after these ended as well. He wore half shoes, the toes covered by steel rather sharp tips that looked considerably vicious. A black scarf, of the same material as his skirt, was draped around his neck; the two ends flowing in the night breeze behind him.
The most noticeable trait, besides his strange attire and even his oddly colored hair, were small, bat-like, demonic wings rested folded, coming out from right above his ears on his head, mostly black with navy webbing between. This instantly classified him as a Crazy to many of the area now, human and vampire alike. The only creatures not to fear such a being were other Crazies.
~
( This is mah second. )
.. And one considerably attractive young man.
A pale youth, perhaps around sixteen years old, strides into an inn and bar in the same forest as the previously mentioned Crazy. His footsteps are impossibly silent on the creaky wooden floor. Anyone noticing him in particular would notice how the rest of the world suddenly goes silent, as if there's no one real in the universe but for this young man.
His hair is black-brown, wavy, and just about to his shoulders in length, the bangs coming down completely over his eyes. He wears a zipped-up black hoodie that's loose but fitting enough to show his slender frame, hints of male muscle lurking here and there along it. Safety pins and a 'Have A Nice Day' smiley sticker adorn the front of the hoodie. A studded belt upholds light blue jeans with ragged holes in the knees, the silent feet in black Converse high-tops.
The slightest hint of an amused smile hovers on his lips, somehow enticing, somehow.. even sexually arousing, perhaps. The only thing that breaks the abnormal air of heavy silence about him is the sound of the two chains clanging against each other at his side; one a pocket watch, the other a wallet. This innocent sound, emphasized by the silence, is somehow.. maddening, almost. His hands rest in the pockets of his hoodie before he takes a seat silently.
TOAST. <3 