Post by Heinkel Wolfe on Sept 19, 2009 20:34:46 GMT -5
Character name: Heinkel Wolfe
Age: 19
Race: Human
Physical description:
-height: 6'0
-approx. weight: 155
-facial characteristics: Heinkel is always seen with a pair of circular
framed sunglasses on the bridge of her nose
-hair: Short, blond, always in a messy sweep
-eyes: Green - Blue
- Usual clothing: Although she is a nun, she dresses like a priest,
sporting a black cassock and the standard Iscariot
cross around her neck
-Picture:
Organization: Iscariot
Personality:
Cool, calm and collected; Heinkel is certainly the more level headed one of the duo between her and her violently impulsive partner Yumie. She does whatever it takes to get the mission done, even if it means sacrificing her own life for it.
History:
A member of Iscariot's fighting force, she has a ruthless but rational personality and follows orders to the letter, but she wasn't always this way. Abandoned at Ferdinand Luke's orphanage as a child, Heinkel Wolfe spent most of her childhood in bitter resentment of the world and others. As her temper increased tenfold, her school yard run ins with the other children escalated to a violent high. Leaving a mess of bloody noses and scrapped shins in her wake the other priests were at odds and ends trying to control her. Father Alexander Anderson, taking pity on the poor mistreated soul, put her under his tutelage and saved her from a life of wrath. To this day she still owes her rational personality and reformation to him. She still serves under Father Anderson as a protege of sorts and is a body guard to Enrico Maxwell. She is extremely skilled with fire arms.
Sample Role playing post:
"Amen..." Heinkel utter the very word with a mechanical droll. The Archbishop had the inner sanctum of Organization Thirteen assemble in a way-too-hot and way-too-crowed meeting room, the belly of the beast as she like to refer to it as. Pushing herself off the wall she was leaning on with one arm, she made a mad scramble for the door. "At least he didn't hold us in here for another hour ranting about how Sir Hellsing is a vile whore .." she mutters to herself. Idlely shuffling her feet down the hall way she hears the familiar 'shnick' of a katana being drawn and looks up in time to see her partner pressing the very edge of said blade to another priest's neck, backing him up against the wall. The poor sod probably bumped into her by accident and didn't take it upon himself to apologize... Recognition flickers across her eyes as she finally took in his visage. Bastard ... he was one of those bloody whelps who picked on her as a child .... she should let Yumie cut the fucker up.... Letting out a deep sigh and grabbing her cross for strength between her hands, she mutters another prayer to the Lord Jesus Christ for her transgressions. Striding over to Yumie, she put a firm hand on the nun's shoulder causing her to turn around. "That's enough Yumie ... " Giving her a nod in compliance, Yumie sheaths her sword and they continue on their way down the corridor.
We fall down
Age: 19
Race: Human
Physical description:
-height: 6'0
-approx. weight: 155
-facial characteristics: Heinkel is always seen with a pair of circular
framed sunglasses on the bridge of her nose
-hair: Short, blond, always in a messy sweep
-eyes: Green - Blue
- Usual clothing: Although she is a nun, she dresses like a priest,
sporting a black cassock and the standard Iscariot
cross around her neck
-Picture:
Organization: Iscariot
Personality:
Cool, calm and collected; Heinkel is certainly the more level headed one of the duo between her and her violently impulsive partner Yumie. She does whatever it takes to get the mission done, even if it means sacrificing her own life for it.
History:
A member of Iscariot's fighting force, she has a ruthless but rational personality and follows orders to the letter, but she wasn't always this way. Abandoned at Ferdinand Luke's orphanage as a child, Heinkel Wolfe spent most of her childhood in bitter resentment of the world and others. As her temper increased tenfold, her school yard run ins with the other children escalated to a violent high. Leaving a mess of bloody noses and scrapped shins in her wake the other priests were at odds and ends trying to control her. Father Alexander Anderson, taking pity on the poor mistreated soul, put her under his tutelage and saved her from a life of wrath. To this day she still owes her rational personality and reformation to him. She still serves under Father Anderson as a protege of sorts and is a body guard to Enrico Maxwell. She is extremely skilled with fire arms.
Sample Role playing post:
"Amen..." Heinkel utter the very word with a mechanical droll. The Archbishop had the inner sanctum of Organization Thirteen assemble in a way-too-hot and way-too-crowed meeting room, the belly of the beast as she like to refer to it as. Pushing herself off the wall she was leaning on with one arm, she made a mad scramble for the door. "At least he didn't hold us in here for another hour ranting about how Sir Hellsing is a vile whore .." she mutters to herself. Idlely shuffling her feet down the hall way she hears the familiar 'shnick' of a katana being drawn and looks up in time to see her partner pressing the very edge of said blade to another priest's neck, backing him up against the wall. The poor sod probably bumped into her by accident and didn't take it upon himself to apologize... Recognition flickers across her eyes as she finally took in his visage. Bastard ... he was one of those bloody whelps who picked on her as a child .... she should let Yumie cut the fucker up.... Letting out a deep sigh and grabbing her cross for strength between her hands, she mutters another prayer to the Lord Jesus Christ for her transgressions. Striding over to Yumie, she put a firm hand on the nun's shoulder causing her to turn around. "That's enough Yumie ... " Giving her a nod in compliance, Yumie sheaths her sword and they continue on their way down the corridor.
We fall down