||[Feb. 3rd, 2006|01:15 pm]
Order of Hellsing OOC Community
As I'm fairly interested, yes... ^^|
(copypasted, sorry in advance)
Name: Sue Quigley
OOC Journal: speck_cat
Contact Info: email@example.com
Name: Zorin Blitz
Character Journal: N/A (will get cracking on it if I do get ze charrie, will post update here)
Character AIM: N/A
Sample RP Post: (In 3rd person)
"Geh.. huhh... h-huhh..."
A lone figure scrambled madly in the pitch blackness of night, a quarter moon throwing scant light upon the scene. He struggled along, squinting his eyes against the sweat that streamed from his forehead to blind him. Whatever that thing had been, it was pursuing him, and giggling gleefully all the way. He could hear her... reaching into his holster, he pulled forth a handgun, turning on the spot and aiming at nothing in particular. His delirium and weariness caused his vision to fog over...
"St-stay the hell away! Wh-what are you?!"
His vision swam, and he tightened his grip on the pistol. The black shadow behind him seemed to waver, to change, when it turned into something he wouldn't have expected. His wife... gently he lowered the gun, and he smiled.
"D-Dory? What... my God, love! What in blazes were you chasing me like that for? Blimey, you had me worried..."
The visage of his wife smiled, reaching out with her arms. Her voice, when it came however, was distinctly not her own.
"Oh, my dear, sveet thing... vhy, I am jost hunting joo down like der Britsh dog joo are!"
A blinding pain seemed to explode in his back, and his gaze faltered for a moment, staring up at what had once been his wife, now replaced by... what she was, he wasn't sure. One wild, staring eye, the other eye... or was it an eye?... seeming to swim before it settled on him. A half of a faceful of strange, runic markings... She leaned closer, grinning.
"Hellsing scum... joo von't see der day, but be sure to tell joor commander, vhen she reaches hell vit joo, dat der Millenium ist coming..."
As the patrol fell lifeless to the ground, she withdrew the blade of her scythe, wiping it on the gravel before cocking it over her shoulder. She puffed idly at a cigarette before smirking up at the sky, sticking to the shadows as she padded away from the scene. Mission complete.
(ack... about the best I could slam out at a moment's notice. Kinda cookie-cutter, but I hope it'll do. Somewhat. Aie...)