Alucard's Character Sheets

Name: Alucard
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 567 years/2000
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Height: 6'3"
Wepons: Himself and his Gun
Persona/Info: powerful vampire, who for reasons unknown has chosen to work with the Hellsing Organization in their struggle to rid the world of vampires and other ghouls. His relationship with Integra is double-edged - at times he seems condescending to her, at others he respects her.
Faced with the choice of letting the Priest escape or sacrificing Seras’ normal existence, he willingly chooses to let her die and offer her a place among the undead. Why he would defend a species he clearly thinks less of is unknown.

Powers:Able to regenerate from nearly any wound, save those caused by silver, or holy artifacts, Arucard can also teleport and open up a portal to the netherworld. He may have other powers yet to be demonstrated.

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Name: Diiu

Species: Looks Dire but something just doesn't seem right

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown even to himself

Physical Description: Deathtrap parted, sticky liquids stretched from top gums of a blackened mass to the bottoms. Serrated sabers, broken uneven misshaped, protruded from the oozing gums. Larger daggers protruded from the front of top jaw. Hinged with a dragonic spread of flesh at the back of jowls indicated the ability to open widely. Tattered, ripped, mangled twin peeks perked to the sounds of what was going on around him. Heavily studded with silver and hoped rings, these peeks where hued deep red. Wrapped about one side this creatures face, looping around right side of face and in-between peeks, was a ratted retched dirty clothe with rips and tares showing large amounts of wear and tare. A scar clearly seen at the top of said wrap and the bottom, proving that pool was useless. Left incarnadine was seen though; through silky silver white locks came from between peeks, softly laying about dirty wrap. The same color slicked down the creatures back softly. It seemed that this part of his body was not matted and dirty at all, but well kept and slick, smooth even. Creatures matted dirty chocolate showing scars of battles long past, some still bleeding, under belly chest, bottom jowl and socks where of ebony midnight. Personality wise this creature’s attitude was unkind, spiteful and cruel. His view on life was wise yet sadistic in more ways then one. Inbreeding caused this creature to foam lightly at the mouth, partly from madness, but mostly the inbreeding. Demented creature had crazily killed the pack he was in for no reason along ago, but was cursed and doomed to walk the planet. Personality: Inbreeding left this bastard a bit short of a full box of light bulbs. Sadistic and over powering Diiu was bent on finding out who he truly was. Silent as the grave and ever so watchful Diiu could only be described as Mental. Careful about the way he watched, this bastard always looked for a way of killing all he spotted. Just in case that time had come to end the talking perminetly. Mainly this sick needles ow! would eat the pups of others if he so saw fit. Enjoying every whining raw bit. What was wrong with this brute? Mentally Insane again was the only thing that came to mind. He treated everyone the same ,unless he had a soft spot for one and that was unheard of of course, like they where nothing.

History: Creature could not recall his family, pack or home. nothing seemed to come to him. When he thought back all he could recall where the screams of familiar voices and blood...the sent of death and the crushing of bones. But in the backside of his mind, that inbred organ thought. Though mildly irregular it seemed as if he was getting along with his fellow pack members. That day.. the day he could no longer remember, of days long past there was a pack. He was indeed soon to be the Alpha by blood. But what had happened you ask? Diiu was abit of an odd duck from birth but something had happened...something strange. The largest thunder storm ever created passed by those pack lands that day striking their alpha heir with its Thunder Bolts of judgment. Suddenly in a rage the twisted insane bastard began the attack. Hunting down the members of his pack one by one...slaughter blood gore. Before he could kill their pack shaman she released a dreadful curse. A curse of the walking dead. Diiu's endless journey to find himself began that day. Blood oozing from muzzle wounds from the warriors who tried to stop him. Those memories where suppressed by the curse. The shamen female fell dead from her throat ripped clean open only moments before the curse was set.