HELLSING, Alexander Shay

[alexander]

you're my brand of heroin ,
Alexander Shay Hellsing


"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Alexander Shay Hellsing
alias: Alex, Phantom, or Ghost
age: Actually 200/Appears 23
birthday: December 28, 1808
affiliation: Hellsing Coven
status: Vegetarian Vampire

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: Golden and almond-shaped
hair: Brunette and short with bangs sweeping in front of his eyes
height: 5' 10"
weight: 151 lbs.
distinguishing features: Scar on inner thigh from turning
general appearance: He is an attractive guy, but he's not what you would call a "pretty boy." He's a bit rougher than that rugged, handsome. Those are some of the words that describe his general look and appeal. He stands tall, broad shoulder, in shape, and a strong jaw line but it's not the over all that really makes him look and feel like himself, it's the little individual traits that have attached themselves to him that makes him who he is and so damn desirable. The short brunette hair, his eyes, his jaw, his dimples, his smile, etc.

When it comes to his facial features, I have already mention his strong jaw line. He has a very strong chin and jaw line, which takes away from the "pretty boy" and gives to the more masculine rugged look. But aside from that, the bone structure in his facial area isn't that significant. He doesn't have ultra high cheek bones or an over powering brow that takes away from his eyes. His eyes are small, not beady or creepy but small. They have a softness to them, a concerning look to them, but when he's happy they light up and shine for everyone to see. They are golden eyes, not brown, not grey, not green, not blue but a strong, solid golden. But anyways, no matter how many times he hears, "you have such pretty eyes Alex" He'll never believe it. He sees those eyes and his worst physical feature.

His mouth is something else. His lips are a light rosy color most of the time but if he is freezing he's one of those people's who's lips will turn a light purple/magenta coloring first and the light tan color of his skin pales more and he becomes whiter than usual. But when he smiles, not only is he handsome but he is adorable. He had these dimples that form on the sides of his face and those beautiful teeth show through and his eyes get this boyish happiness to them that's hard to explain.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes:

• Blood
  
• Fiere
  
• Jokes
  
• Baseball
  
• Music
  
• Staying busy
  
• Movies
  
• Smoking
  
• Fast cars
  
• Sex
  

dislikes:

• Abuse
  
• Being taken advantage of
  
• Getting reminded of his past
  
• Conflict
  
• Discrimination
  
• Junkie blood
  
• Emasculation
  
• Mutts
  
• Work
  
• Emotionally, stuffy environments
  

ambitions:

• Reconcile with Fiere because he's recently found that he loves her
  

abilities:

• Speed
  
• Stealth
  
• Strength
  

secrets:

• Regrets turning Fiere
  
• Hates what he is
  
• Occasionally slips up and feeds on humans
  

personality:For such a handsome fellow he seems to lack a lot of the confidence he is expected to have—or at least he doesn’t seem to have the right sort of confidence when it is needed and then it shows up at rather inconvenient times. This boy is hard-headed and very difficult to place in any stereotype (let's face it, we never escape them) which seems to either draw people to him or frighten them away. There is, no doubt, a charisma about him that draws people in and to listen to him speak on a subject that he is passionate about is definitely amusing and enlightening. He is eloquent and completely unaware of just how strange and seemingly out of place he is. Most of the time he appears lost in the hustle and bustle of life, caught completely unawares by the slower-moving life style that some seem to be enjoying.

Most people fondly describe him as being goofy and kind with a strong sense of morality. He is more loyal than most, which is surprising considering his age. When it comes to helping those he cares for, there's nothing he wouldn't do.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: Beatrice Howard, Deceased, Permanently retired
father: Rick James, Deceased, Permanently retired
siblings: ---
others: Fiere Knightly, 41, Love interest
history: Conceived, born, and raised on the run, he grew up to be quite the incognito bandito. By the age of fifteen, he was public enemy numero uno. Of course, without a physical description, they couldn't do much to stop him. His crimes were like whispers in the wind on the lips of plenty. The punishment for the crimes he had committed was a noose around his neck and a black bag over his head with his hands chained in front of him. Of course, it was hard to catch the phantom, the one guy that truly escaped capture without breaking a sweat. By twenty, any poor bastard that caught him dead or alive would be set for the rest of his pathetic existence.

After a two years had come and gone, with the price on his head constantly increasing, he met a young woman, whom would be his downfall a year later. Nights of unexplained passion where any man could lose each and every one of his marbles. He would have been just as happier, if not more so, to die of old age in his home with the spoils of his criminal acts lining the walls. Unfortunately, for him and Fiere, this wasn't to be so. Under the blanket of stars, after another successful raid, their romps went too far. Of course, she hadn't meant to do it but accidents happen. In truth, she had only been trying to make him reach the finish line, so to speak..well, he reached it and then some.

With his strong pulse slowly fading, his eyes rolling back into his head, and agony tearing through his body, he didn't know what to do or think or say. It happened slowly. For him, it was the perfect torture, the kind of torture where one screamed for mercy, only to never get retribution. It came slowly, but the end result was in the blink of an eye, a mere fraction of a second. Uncertainty filled him as he jerked upright and rubbed his leg, eyes wild with both fright and confusion. Eyes turned toward her, a silent plea for answers. When she gave no explanation, he grabbed his clothing, pulled it on, and ran for the hills..literally.

He lay low for a few years, getting by on his own terms. When the 1900's rolled around, he had already gotten used to animal blood, although he slipped up on occasion. Around 1966, he was finally feeling the loneliness that came with old age, which for him, it was simply irony at its best. At the end of that year, he met Fiere, easy on the eyes but hell on the heart. He wasn't really sure how to react to her, but he knew she was too good to let pass to old age or at least, that's what his head told him. For a few months, he was either watching her or kicking back in his home. After all, what did one have to worry about when they had no responsibilities?

Finally, when he decided the time was right, he was there to infect her with the same curse that he had been suffering through for the past, one hundred and thirty-six years. Of course, after he had done so, she hated his guts. Luckily for him, he was used to it. He booked it, heading South for the Winter. After that, he lay low, still occasionally slipping up and binging on human blood. It was about that time that he decided to change his name. With all the media in circulation, he wanted to be the center of irony amongst the vampire community so he went from being Alexander James to being Alexander Hellsing then he was off to Washington, where he continued to lay low.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

player: Brenda
age: Seventeen
member title: Vegetarian Vampire
password: PURE
anything else: Nope.
rp sample:

She was tired, but she wasn't about to admit it. Everybody teased that her children had gained their stubborn nature from their mother. All she could do was agree with them. After all, what mother would deny their children getting such a unique trait from themselves? Of course, this wasn't to say that the trait was unique but rather, the way they applied it to their lives was unique. Involuntarily, her mind drifted toward her late husband, Harry Clearwater. After his death, it felt like the world had stopped spinning but for the sake of those around her, no matter how much it pained her to pretend that everything was alright, despite the fact he was no longer with her, she had barreled on with her life without any hesitation.

Now, she was dating Charlie, the one man that had the ability to make her heart soar and the rest of her troubles simply melt away. Even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to broach the subject of getting remarried let alone consider it, no matter how much her children claimed she deserved her own slice of heaven. For her, being the simple woman that she was, she had her slice of heaven when she was enveloped in the man's arms. Even without the ring, his last name, or a marriage certificate, she was his for as long as he chose to have her. Certainly, the situation wasn't easy, but she was still taking life by the horns and riding the waves like a surfer hyped up on steroids. It was then that her dark eyes opened to gaze up toward the dim lighting that filtered down from the ceiling light. The familiar but gentle pressure of Charlie's body curled next to hers calmed her frayed nerves and lulled her into a secure state of mind.

Stirring lightly, she sat up as her tremulous fingers dragged the sheets toward her chest. It was a feeble attempt to make herself partially decent, even if only for a little while. Knowing him and his job, he would be up and about soon to get ready for work, which meant she would need to drag her own lazy bum out of the bed and return home. Ah, how she dreaded the trip back. With a sigh of resignation, she glanced briefly toward the clothing that she had set out and folded the previous night. It was odd, readjusting to the fact that she was now in the bed of a man that wasn't Harry and surprisingly enough, the tribe either turned a blind eye or simply gave into the fact that she was old enough to make her own decisions, live her life the way she wanted to live it without the decisions being made for her. Shrugging it off, she allowed her eyes to fully adjust before sliding off of the bed and tugging on her robe.

Slow movements brought her to the kitchen as she prepared the coffee. If nothing else, the aromatic scent and the simplistic use of her hands would help to shake away whatever exhaustion remained. She felt like a traitor, for all intents and purposes. That small part of her that continually nagged that the man in the room was supposed to be Harry, not Charlie. She fought that feeling time and time again, determined to come to terms with the fact that her late husband wasn't coming back, that she'd never again get to tease him about his dietary habits. Still, Charlie had yet to move from the bed. Wandering back toward the bedroom, she continually nudged his side as a bemused expression crossed the tanned features of her face.

"Come on, sweetie. Coffee is brewin'." She crooned to him as her hand lowered to gently brush her fingertips along his face. He was an interesting sort and for the time being, he was hers. This thought in itself made her soul soar, making for an ecstatic woman, although she kept the jubilation to herself, unwilling to break the strong facade that had been in place for the majority of her life. Based upon outward appearance, it might seem as if she could take on the world and still stand tall but on the inside, it was another story entirely. As far as she could tell, only Charlie knew the truth, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.

[RYAN]

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