Ziggy here...Let me preface this by saying, YES I know I have three OCs already, but I have received permission to make another one, as well as permission to make her a Lycanthrope. I have also received permission from Walter regarding his involvement in the Bio.
Have you see the OVA or read the manga series of Hellsing?[u] Yes. I’ve read the entire manga, the dawn, crossfire, and seen OVAs 1-5
Name: Lorelei Saenger
Age: 79 (Appears in her very early twenties)
Gender: Female
Physical appearance: Lorelei is 5’2 1/2 inches tall (She’ll tell you she’s 5’3”) with long, curly flaming red hair and white bangs framing her face and large, sky blue eyes. Her skin is fair and she’s absolutely covered in freckles, especially across her nose and cheeks, shoulders and arms. She’s got a very cute face that belies her fiery nature. She has a narrow torso, small breasts, and wide hips with a curved backside and shapely legs. She doesn’t look very threatening, but she packs quite the punch.
In wolf form she take the appearance of a large russet wolf with white tipped ears and tail.
Clothing of choice: Lorelei usually wears a tank top with flair jeans and standard issue Hellsing combat boots. She typically wears an olive drab jacket over the ensemble, with a Hellsing armband worn in much the same way the Nazi armband was worn by her brother and her father. She detests skirts but will wear them or a dress if the situation direly calls for it, however, her nails are always well manicured and she keeps them slightly long.
Weaponry of choice: Barrett M107 anti-material rifle, blessed silver rounds, armour piercing and normal.
2 Walther P99 pistols, 16 round capacity, blessed silver bullets.
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2 long knives, 12 inch silver-titanium alloy blades, carved ebony handles.
Race: Lycanthrope
Abilities: Lorelei has all the traits a Lycanthrope should, inhuman strength, speed, reflexes, the senses of a wolf. She has much more stamina than a human ever could, and can regenerate from major damage quickly (i.e. 5 posts) Her speed is greater than her strength, and her agility is incredible due to this and her small size, and she can dodge bullets rather easily. She has skin as tough as iron and she can transform into a humanoid wolf form and a feral form, as well as turn back to her humanoid form.
In terms of non-racial abilities, she’s an incredibly accurate shot, excellent sniper, good with knives and other blades, and will beat the crap out of you with a pan if you mess with her stuff in the kitchen. She’s an amazing cook, thanks to her mother, and she has a beautiful singing voice. She can sew, and knit, and embroider, and do all the things a good 1940’s housewife should know how to do, including a bit of first aid.
She can speak German, English and Russian fluently.
Organization: The Hellsing Organization
Personality: Lorelei is very unlike her brother. While he was/is laid back, Lorelei is fiery and spunky, and often stern. When she was a child she was very angry, but she’s grown out of that...somewhat. She still tends to get peeved over small things, and something will really cause her to explode, rivaling a heavily accented Integra at times. She is caring, though, and kind, sometimes to a fault. She’s unwaveringly loyal to those close to her and to the organization.
Rank: Agent
Biography: Lorelei Saenger was born in 1942 in Berlin, two minutes and thirty seconds after her twin brother Sigmund. She says she hasn’t gotten a day of peace since then.
Her father was a Standartenführer (Colonel) in the Waffen-SS. Lorelei took after him in many ways, asides from looks. He was a stern, hard sort of man and was rather quiet and hard on his children. Lorelei hated him. Lorelei hated everyone, even her mother, except for one person: her brother.
Yes, Lorelei loved Sigmund, more than anything else in the world. They were best friends. But she had no love for the world, or the people in it. She hated how her mother would breeze around the house, acting like everything was alright when her father was obviously far too hard on her and her brother, especially Lorelei. She would always try to prove herself as good as the boys when her brother’s friends came over. She always said that she and Sigmund should have been identical, for she hated being a girl, and having to wear skirts, and cook, and clean and mend things. She loathed it.
1942. The day her brother left to go to war was the second saddest day of her whole life, rivaled only by the day she heard he was dead. On both of those days she cried. She swore she would never cry again, and made herself hard and cold. And so, she was left alone with her parents, whom she hated. There would be no escape, she knew that much. She would be married to an army man, probably someone in the SS who would want her to stay home and cook and clean and take care of the children; of course he would want to have children. God, she hated the idea of what her future was to be.
It was that same year in December that her mother took terribly ill. Lorelei feared she may have rabies, because she was bitten by a wolf while they were staying with their cousins in the country. It was up to Lorelei to nurse her and take care of the house all on her own. As time went on, the sickness got worse. Lorelei noticed that as the month went on, and the moon got closer to full, her mother got more and more ill, becoming delusional and only able to talk about the coming of the full moon.
Lorelei told her father that her mother was going mad, but he refused to have her locked up. Lorelei saw it as a sign of weakness in him.
The night of the full moon, she was washing the dishes when she heard a dish break in her mother’s room. She went to investigate, figuring her mother had knocked over a dish in a spasm or fit or something. She brought her mother’s medicine and walked down the hall to her room and opened the door.
”Mozer, are you alright?” she asked as she peered inside the room. To her horror, she found not her mother, but a wolf.
”V-v-verevolf!” she screamed, seeing the moonlight streaming through the curtains. She dropped the medicine bottle and ran in the other direction, but soon the wolf that was once her mother had pounced on her and bitten into her shoulder. She screamed and beat the wolf back with a frying pan from the kitchen counter. She soon felt the moonlight on herself, as if it were warm sunlight. She found herself changing.
God, it was painful, feeling her bones change into those of a canine. Her agonized screams turned into agonized howls, and soon she was a wolf. She panicked as she heard her father coming down the steps, running about the house. She saw the wolf that was her mother again and ran out the back door, hearing gunshots behind her. She ran for days, not stopping, until she reached some sort of woods. She took shelter there, finding a stream and drinking and hunting rabbits. She knew she had to get someplace wild, though. She had read that wolves could walk over a hundred miles in a day, and she decided to put that to the test; her goal: Russia, and the Siberian wastes. Of course, she’d never been educated, so she had no idea just how damned far that was.
Eventually she made it to Russia, by the grace of God, she figured, and with the help of a few people she met along the way. She wound up in the middle of a lot of fighting, running this way and that, trying not to get shot. Once again, by the grace of God, a man found her and took her in. His name was Viktor Volkov, and he was not like anyone Lorelei had ever met before.
Viktor was different; not only was he not a normal human, but there was something about him that Lorelei...liked. It was a strange feeling for her, having never really LIKED anyone aside from her brother before. She liked his friends, too: A vampire named Zasha Levkov, her creator, a vampire named Ivan, and a regenerator named Makarov Drachev. They were a very heavy influence on her life, and she came to hate the Nazis and all they stood for; the way she figured it, it was because of the Nazis that her brother was dead, and she was more than willing to fight against THAT.
However, for most of the war, Lorelei had to remain on the sidelines and watch. She would bring ammo to her comrades and things like that, but she saw very little actual combat. All the while she grew closer and closer to Viktor, and every full moon when she turned human again, she would sit and talk with him for hours on end. She hated to admit it, but she was...falling in love with him. HER! IN LOVE! It was so preposterous; she could barely believe it herself.
At some point during the war, Zasha, Makarov, and Ivan split off from Lorelei and Viktor, and Viktor and Lorelei became aware of a certain “Hellsing Orginization” and a boy named Walter Dornez, as well as the vampire Alucard. By the end of the war, Walter, Viktor and Lorelei were working a bit together, and Walter brought the pair back to England with himself and Alucard.
Arthur Hellsing could definitely see the use of having a Lycan around, and accepted Viktor as her Handler, and as a powerful being in his own right. And so, Lorelei and Viktor became a part of the Hellsing organization. Lorelei was basically kept indoors until she became a youngling, at which point she started going out on missions, and was able to eat her fill of vampiric flesh.
Lorelei and Viktor had grown very close over the time it took for Lorelei to become a youngling. He had begun to feel the same way about her as she did about him, and Lorelei eventually considered him her “mate”. Once she was able to retain her human form, the two spent most of their time together, and went on missions together. They fell very much in love.
Lorelei also became close with Walter, as she spent most of her days as a pup following him around the mansion, and helped him with the cooking once she was able to retain her human form. He helped her learn how to fight, and taught her the ways of making English tea and other useful things to know.
Not much has changed since those days, besides Arthur Hellsing dying and his daughter growing up, as well as the disappearance and reappearance of Alucard. Lorelei has witnessed Integra grow from a mere rug-crawling pup into a competent young leader. Lorelei has also grown, and become a Lycanthrope within the past few years.
RP sample:Lorelei sat in her upper floor room in the Hellsing Manor, staring at the moon through her large windows from her seat in one of the two armchairs that sat towards the middle of the large room, shared with her by Viktor. She huffed a sigh as she stared out the window.
Sometimes she still felt like she could feel him out there...Sigmund...but she knew it wasn’t possible. She knew he was dead; no one had survived the attack. Her brother’s body had never been found, but part of the camp had been burned; they always assumed his body had merely been lost in the flames.
Maybe that feeling was his spirit, watching over her? She huffed another sigh; she just didn’t know. Maybe it was just her imaginings....maybe after all these years she was starting to lose it...or maybe she just missed him too much.
”Brozer...vhy did you haff to go out und prove yourself to him? Vhy did you care vhat he sought? He vas a bastard! He didn’t care about us! Vhy...Vhy...?” she whispered to no one. Thinking about how Sigmund died in an attempt to make their father happy just set her blood aboil. She clenched her fists, her well manicured nails digging into her palms. He shouldn’t have cared what their father thought of them! Lorelei detested him...why couldn’t Sigmund have detested him as well? None of this would have happened if Sigmund would have been
sensible! But sensible wasn’t a word that described her brother...he was so carefree and happy; an eternal optimist.
She shook her head.
”Stupid...Brozer, vhy did you haff to be so naive? Var vas never a gute sing...”The door handle turned and Lorelei jumped a bit, surprised by the noise. She’d been so intent on her memories and... feelings...that she hadn’t heard the footsteps coming up to the door. She turned to look, but already knew who it was.
”Viktor,” she said with a smile as her mate walked through the door.
”I vas beginningk to be vorried zat Integra had tied you up in zhe closet,” she said with a serious look on her face, then cracked a small smile.
COMBAT:Lorelei lay on the top of a building in London, looking down an alleyway, waiting for her target to come into sight, her trusty Barrett M107 in hand. Her finger rested on the trigger; it was just a matter of time. Lorelei didn’t know the details, but she was told the vamp would be there; she trusted Integra enough to simply wait.
Lo and behold, the vamp came into her sights. She waited for him to move directly into her line of fire and...pulled the trigger. The rapport was deafening for a moment, but she kept her eyes on the target. Suddenly he was gone, just before the bullet would have blown up his head.
There was a soft sound behind her, and she instantly jumped up, drawing one of her Walther P99 pistols and aiming to where she heard the sound. Sure enough the vampire was standing behind her. His eyes flicked from her face to her Hellsing armband, then back to her face. He smirked.
”A girl like you? They sent a little girl to fight me?” He laughed.
She growled.
”A girl like me, huh?” she asked, her teeth slightly bared.
”Vell I’ll show you just vaht a “girl like me” can do!” she snarled, firing three shots at the vampire, then disappearing in a blur of speed. She appeared just after the bullets flew past the dodging vamp, kicking him in the stomach and sending him flying back into the wall behind them. As he tried to push himself up, she flitted in front of him again, kneeing him in the face, completely caving in his facial features. He regenerated and grabbed her leg, wrenching her around and slamming her into the wall.
The wall crushed under the impact and Lorelei groaned, attempting to push herself up. The vamp stood over her and aimed his gun at her. Necessity forced her to push herself and grab his forearm in two places, pressing them together and causing his ulna and radius to snap...
Subject: Lorelei Saenger 
