Post by defenderxofxmen on Sept 20, 2009 22:21:24 GMT -5
Character name: Father Alexander Anderson(g)
Aliases: Father Anderson, Paladin Anderson, Executioner Anderson, Bayonet Anderson, Angel Dust Anderson (Dust to Dust Anderson in the OVA), Off With Its Head Anderson (OVA only), Assassin Anderson, Regenerator Anderson, Killing Judge Anderson, Judas Priest
Age: Unknown. Approx. Early to Mid 60's. Appears to be in his 40's.
Class (Augmented Superhuman): A
Major abilities:
-Superhuman Strength
-Regeneration
-Enhanced Durability
Minor abilities:
-Speed & Agility
-Expert in Hand-to-hand combat
-Blessed Weaponry (Holy Barriers, Teleportation, Nail of Helena)
-Knowledge of Fighting Supernatural Creatures
Physical description:
-height: 7'6''
-approx. weight: 225-233
-facial characteristics: A demonic gleam in his eyes and a maniacal grin whenever he catches sight of Hellsing's notorious vampire Alucard; Constant stubble, a prominent chin, and a trademark wedge-shaped scar that runs up the left side of his jawline, stopping just short of his eye.
-hair: Short, spiked, and blond.
-eyes: Sea green
- Usual clothing:(or clothing style)
Circular spectacles with silver frames; An intimidatingly large grey cassock with a blue interior and white lining; Neatly ironed slacks; A silver cross; Heavy black boots; And a pair of white gloves—The left having the inscription “Speak with Dead”, while the right “Jesus Christ is in Heaven”.
Picture:
Organization: Iscariot
Personality:
Paladin Father
-Unhinged -Calm
-Deranged -Collected
-Impulsive -Diplomatic
There appears to be several different aspects to his personality: The Paladin & Father Anderson. (Although there is at times no distinction between the two.)
“The Paladin Monster Slayer. The Purifier...” ~ Sir Hellsing, OVA I.
Paladin:
If anything is discernible about this tool of God, it is that he is seven feet of pure, raw instinct. Every part of him throbs with excitement when he gives himself over to the thrill of the hunt, taking an almost primal sense of delight in the fear and trembling of his adversaries. Like Alucard, Paladin Andersong thrives off of bloodshed and needless violence, having a sanguine nature that make him a very formidable opponent indeed. He fights with Hellish ferocity, putting every ounce of strength into carrying out his mission regardless of any obstacle that might present itself.
Cruelty and a sadistic glee guide the Assassin's hand, his arsenal of blessed weaponry used to inflict as much agony as possible. Merely destroying the creatures of the damned won't do—No; Every fibre of their being must be made to suffer until they scream in anguish, begging for a mercy that won't present itself unless they draw their dying breath. As a more appropriate illustration of how much he enjoys making them helpless, one has only to take into account the very first time Agent Andersong laid eyes on Alucard. While he cut down the master Vampire swiftly, he took his time with dear Seras, toying with his prey before going in for the kill. He even reassures her that she wasn't going to die—that he had made sure not to pierce her heart.
“Heheheh. Your voice sounds so lovely when you're whimpering in agony.”
As a fundamental Catholic, this slayer of monsters isn't exactly the type of individual you'd want to be alone with in a dark alley. He compulsively quotes passages from the Bible, often incorporating a fanatical belief system into his words as well as actions. Serving the Lord and the Catholic Church are his obsession; He is on a Crusade, bent on destroying any who defy the Word of God. He sees himself as a Divine Punisher, and seeks to implement Justice over those who are inherently “evil.”
(Note: Classified as highly dangerous and unstable. Do not approach! )
Father:
While he appears to be intimidating on the surface, this Catholic Priest actually displays more level-headed qualities than that of his superiors. When he isn't on call as an Exorcist, Father Alexander Anderson spends his leisure time running an orphanage just on the outskirts of Rome. He has been described as having a calm and collected demeanour when taking care of the children, and is well liked within the civilian community. Anderson can be very kind when dealing with the innocent, never having to employ a harsh word or deed in his interactions with normal people. For instance: When a prostitute passes him on the street he does not judge them, instead merely offering the words “God bless you.” In fact, the man is something of a gentle giant when in his natural environment; Under normal circumstances no one would ever suspect that this quiet, well-respected member of the clergy could ever be capable of rendering his enemies to bloody bits.
Unlike his former personality, the Priest is a patient sort, given to being a fine teacher for the young Catholics of his parish. (He even raised Yumie, Heinkel, and Enrico in their younger days, doing the best he could to employ a sense of decency on them.) His knowledge of the Scripture is profound, giving him the ability to advise wisely in spiritual matters at the drop of a hat. The good Father dedicates himself to the quiet of prayer both inside the Church and out, proving to be dedicated in his Faith as well as extremely loyal to Iscariot's cause. Whereas Paladin is impulsive, Father Anderson proves to be a man of tact and diplomacy, with a sense of strict morals that prevent him from doing anything that he considers to be wrong. Despite his grudge against Protestants even, he displays respect for Integra's convictions, and even offers to walk her back to Hellsing headquarters simply for the fact that it is impolite to leave a lady to walk on her own.
History: Very little is actually revealed about Father Anderson's background. Other than his name, virtually all aspects of his history are unknown. (In fact, the Hellsing archives—which are quite extensive—detail only his name and his reputation as a professional exorcist; As Sir Integra put it: He is “An assassin specially trained to deal with heathens and heretics.”) However, it has been speculated that because of his prior experience with combatant tactics that he might have held mercenary or even military affiliations at one point and time in his past. This would indirectly tie in with his prototype in “Angel Dust”, a Hentai manga where Alexander Anderson is depicted as a Mafia assassin who tries to escape from the police after being betrayed by the organization he works for. However, given that Hirano has made no definite links to his past, his true origins cannot be determined.
“Place of birth unknown. Age unknown. Even his origins remain unknown. The only fact that we can nail down is that he is an expert monster hunter. In much the way Alucard is our best line of supernatural defense, Anderson can reasonably be described as the finest agent Vatican's Section XIII has to offer.” ~ Walter, OVA I.
“Iscariot: The Vatican's special operations unit. The most powerful agents the Vatican commands. Professional exorcists. Assassins trained to deal with heathens and heretics. They're working under Section XIII. A black operations unit.” ~ Sir Hellsing, OVA I.
Sample Role playing post:
All around him, icy drops were beginning to drift heavily through the fog onto pinched shoulders, collecting in force on drooping strands of blonde. Tingling—The first perception to awake the inanimate beast. Then, sluggishly, thin membranes lifted to reveal murky hues the color of sea spray, pupils glazed and unfocused much like that of a corpse. He stirred slightly as though agitated, expressionless despite the chill that had crept insolently through the woven fabric which hung about his lofty frame.
Rain could not have brought back the dead, nor could it have brought solace to the damned. For that was what he was—A creation born from the damnation of a Creator who no longer answered when the faithful called to Him. Was this what made men bitter? The realization that one had been used and then tossed aside like so many martyrs burnt at the stake? Yea—Love the Lord: lose your spirit.
'My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?'
If eyes were the window to the soul, then grief was the door. There was no bother denying it—The truth was...He had come here to die. This was his last hope for salvation; a yearning for release that had been withdrawn from the broken priest when he had expected to be buried beneath the Earth months ago.
'O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.'
Hope was such a weak notion—an idle past-time enjoyed by dreamers and fools. But it was so close this time...He could taste it.
'My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.'
Opening his palm, a blood-stained glove dripped crimson tears; A lock of the Archbishop's hair uncoiled there, a soiled memento that served as a last remnant of things that had once been. He let the ruined strands fall through his fingers, a blast of air spreading gossamer gold in a semi-circle between the gun-slinging beauty and the monstrously tall beast. He wouldn't need it any more—not where he would be going.
The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not want
He Maketh me to Lie down in green pastures: He Leadeth me beside the still waters.
He Restoreth my Soul: He Leadeth me in the Paths of Righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil: For Thou art with me; Thy Rod and Thy Staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of Mine Enemies: Thou Anoinest my Head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
. . .
Amen.
“...Do et.” Calm, determined in the face of his demise he stared grimly down the line of the barrel, strangely relaxed despite the possibility that he would soon be delivered to his God. His voice sounded strained, deep timbres thrumming like the crackle of flames. He couldn't remember the last time he had quenched his thirst, nor filled his empty belly. Much like Christ suffered, he now suffered...But the flesh was weak—so very weak. And he was no Saviour.
“Ye Hellsing mongrels didn' finish the job the firs' time. Always expectin' the Catholics to clean up aft'r ye”, Anderson chuckled in soft yet dangerous tones, a hint of delirium glimmering in his eyes. Perhaps an exposure to the elements and food deprivation was making him mad. A moment of exhaustion overcame the giant, striking him down before the callous Matriarch so that he fell to his knees, arms pinned lifelessly at his sides. He stared up into her face with red-rimmed eyes swollen from an obvious function, glad that the darkness hid his shame so well.
We all fall down.
Aliases: Father Anderson, Paladin Anderson, Executioner Anderson, Bayonet Anderson, Angel Dust Anderson (Dust to Dust Anderson in the OVA), Off With Its Head Anderson (OVA only), Assassin Anderson, Regenerator Anderson, Killing Judge Anderson, Judas Priest
Age: Unknown. Approx. Early to Mid 60's. Appears to be in his 40's.
Class (Augmented Superhuman): A
Major abilities:
-Superhuman Strength
-Regeneration
-Enhanced Durability
Minor abilities:
-Speed & Agility
-Expert in Hand-to-hand combat
-Blessed Weaponry (Holy Barriers, Teleportation, Nail of Helena)
-Knowledge of Fighting Supernatural Creatures
Physical description:
-height: 7'6''
-approx. weight: 225-233
-facial characteristics: A demonic gleam in his eyes and a maniacal grin whenever he catches sight of Hellsing's notorious vampire Alucard; Constant stubble, a prominent chin, and a trademark wedge-shaped scar that runs up the left side of his jawline, stopping just short of his eye.
-hair: Short, spiked, and blond.
-eyes: Sea green
- Usual clothing:(or clothing style)
Circular spectacles with silver frames; An intimidatingly large grey cassock with a blue interior and white lining; Neatly ironed slacks; A silver cross; Heavy black boots; And a pair of white gloves—The left having the inscription “Speak with Dead”, while the right “Jesus Christ is in Heaven”.
Picture:
Organization: Iscariot
Personality:
Paladin Father
-Unhinged -Calm
-Deranged -Collected
-Impulsive -Diplomatic
There appears to be several different aspects to his personality: The Paladin & Father Anderson. (Although there is at times no distinction between the two.)
“The Paladin Monster Slayer. The Purifier...” ~ Sir Hellsing, OVA I.
Paladin:
If anything is discernible about this tool of God, it is that he is seven feet of pure, raw instinct. Every part of him throbs with excitement when he gives himself over to the thrill of the hunt, taking an almost primal sense of delight in the fear and trembling of his adversaries. Like Alucard, Paladin Andersong thrives off of bloodshed and needless violence, having a sanguine nature that make him a very formidable opponent indeed. He fights with Hellish ferocity, putting every ounce of strength into carrying out his mission regardless of any obstacle that might present itself.
Cruelty and a sadistic glee guide the Assassin's hand, his arsenal of blessed weaponry used to inflict as much agony as possible. Merely destroying the creatures of the damned won't do—No; Every fibre of their being must be made to suffer until they scream in anguish, begging for a mercy that won't present itself unless they draw their dying breath. As a more appropriate illustration of how much he enjoys making them helpless, one has only to take into account the very first time Agent Andersong laid eyes on Alucard. While he cut down the master Vampire swiftly, he took his time with dear Seras, toying with his prey before going in for the kill. He even reassures her that she wasn't going to die—that he had made sure not to pierce her heart.
“Heheheh. Your voice sounds so lovely when you're whimpering in agony.”
As a fundamental Catholic, this slayer of monsters isn't exactly the type of individual you'd want to be alone with in a dark alley. He compulsively quotes passages from the Bible, often incorporating a fanatical belief system into his words as well as actions. Serving the Lord and the Catholic Church are his obsession; He is on a Crusade, bent on destroying any who defy the Word of God. He sees himself as a Divine Punisher, and seeks to implement Justice over those who are inherently “evil.”
(Note: Classified as highly dangerous and unstable. Do not approach! )
Father:
While he appears to be intimidating on the surface, this Catholic Priest actually displays more level-headed qualities than that of his superiors. When he isn't on call as an Exorcist, Father Alexander Anderson spends his leisure time running an orphanage just on the outskirts of Rome. He has been described as having a calm and collected demeanour when taking care of the children, and is well liked within the civilian community. Anderson can be very kind when dealing with the innocent, never having to employ a harsh word or deed in his interactions with normal people. For instance: When a prostitute passes him on the street he does not judge them, instead merely offering the words “God bless you.” In fact, the man is something of a gentle giant when in his natural environment; Under normal circumstances no one would ever suspect that this quiet, well-respected member of the clergy could ever be capable of rendering his enemies to bloody bits.
Unlike his former personality, the Priest is a patient sort, given to being a fine teacher for the young Catholics of his parish. (He even raised Yumie, Heinkel, and Enrico in their younger days, doing the best he could to employ a sense of decency on them.) His knowledge of the Scripture is profound, giving him the ability to advise wisely in spiritual matters at the drop of a hat. The good Father dedicates himself to the quiet of prayer both inside the Church and out, proving to be dedicated in his Faith as well as extremely loyal to Iscariot's cause. Whereas Paladin is impulsive, Father Anderson proves to be a man of tact and diplomacy, with a sense of strict morals that prevent him from doing anything that he considers to be wrong. Despite his grudge against Protestants even, he displays respect for Integra's convictions, and even offers to walk her back to Hellsing headquarters simply for the fact that it is impolite to leave a lady to walk on her own.
History: Very little is actually revealed about Father Anderson's background. Other than his name, virtually all aspects of his history are unknown. (In fact, the Hellsing archives—which are quite extensive—detail only his name and his reputation as a professional exorcist; As Sir Integra put it: He is “An assassin specially trained to deal with heathens and heretics.”) However, it has been speculated that because of his prior experience with combatant tactics that he might have held mercenary or even military affiliations at one point and time in his past. This would indirectly tie in with his prototype in “Angel Dust”, a Hentai manga where Alexander Anderson is depicted as a Mafia assassin who tries to escape from the police after being betrayed by the organization he works for. However, given that Hirano has made no definite links to his past, his true origins cannot be determined.
“Place of birth unknown. Age unknown. Even his origins remain unknown. The only fact that we can nail down is that he is an expert monster hunter. In much the way Alucard is our best line of supernatural defense, Anderson can reasonably be described as the finest agent Vatican's Section XIII has to offer.” ~ Walter, OVA I.
“Iscariot: The Vatican's special operations unit. The most powerful agents the Vatican commands. Professional exorcists. Assassins trained to deal with heathens and heretics. They're working under Section XIII. A black operations unit.” ~ Sir Hellsing, OVA I.
Sample Role playing post:
All around him, icy drops were beginning to drift heavily through the fog onto pinched shoulders, collecting in force on drooping strands of blonde. Tingling—The first perception to awake the inanimate beast. Then, sluggishly, thin membranes lifted to reveal murky hues the color of sea spray, pupils glazed and unfocused much like that of a corpse. He stirred slightly as though agitated, expressionless despite the chill that had crept insolently through the woven fabric which hung about his lofty frame.
Rain could not have brought back the dead, nor could it have brought solace to the damned. For that was what he was—A creation born from the damnation of a Creator who no longer answered when the faithful called to Him. Was this what made men bitter? The realization that one had been used and then tossed aside like so many martyrs burnt at the stake? Yea—Love the Lord: lose your spirit.
'My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?'
If eyes were the window to the soul, then grief was the door. There was no bother denying it—The truth was...He had come here to die. This was his last hope for salvation; a yearning for release that had been withdrawn from the broken priest when he had expected to be buried beneath the Earth months ago.
'O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.'
Hope was such a weak notion—an idle past-time enjoyed by dreamers and fools. But it was so close this time...He could taste it.
'My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.'
Opening his palm, a blood-stained glove dripped crimson tears; A lock of the Archbishop's hair uncoiled there, a soiled memento that served as a last remnant of things that had once been. He let the ruined strands fall through his fingers, a blast of air spreading gossamer gold in a semi-circle between the gun-slinging beauty and the monstrously tall beast. He wouldn't need it any more—not where he would be going.
The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not want
He Maketh me to Lie down in green pastures: He Leadeth me beside the still waters.
He Restoreth my Soul: He Leadeth me in the Paths of Righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil: For Thou art with me; Thy Rod and Thy Staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of Mine Enemies: Thou Anoinest my Head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
. . .
Amen.
“...Do et.” Calm, determined in the face of his demise he stared grimly down the line of the barrel, strangely relaxed despite the possibility that he would soon be delivered to his God. His voice sounded strained, deep timbres thrumming like the crackle of flames. He couldn't remember the last time he had quenched his thirst, nor filled his empty belly. Much like Christ suffered, he now suffered...But the flesh was weak—so very weak. And he was no Saviour.
“Ye Hellsing mongrels didn' finish the job the firs' time. Always expectin' the Catholics to clean up aft'r ye”, Anderson chuckled in soft yet dangerous tones, a hint of delirium glimmering in his eyes. Perhaps an exposure to the elements and food deprivation was making him mad. A moment of exhaustion overcame the giant, striking him down before the callous Matriarch so that he fell to his knees, arms pinned lifelessly at his sides. He stared up into her face with red-rimmed eyes swollen from an obvious function, glad that the darkness hid his shame so well.
We all fall down.