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 |  Subject: Luna Michelle Allen Sat Oct 02, 2010 1:28 pm | |
| Have you see the OVA or read the manga series of Hellsing? If so how far have you gotten? If not please direct your attention to youtube, and watch OVA 1-4 at least. Warning: If you have watched the anime we require you watch the OVA, or read the manga. The anime is not canon. This is not our opinion. This is the law set down by the creator of Hellsing, Kouta Hirano. No Name: Luna Michelle Allen Age: 18 Gender: Female Physical appearance: Standing at five feet seven inches, and weighing a hundered and fourteen pounds of pure muscle, Luna is a very small girl, with the anger of a wolf. She is a very complex pale, her skin is so white it seems to glow in the moon light. Her body is shaped as if she had been dancing all her life, hour-glassed. Her fingers are long and slender, with a gentle woman's touch, her skin being soft and beautiful, her bust is about b cup, her hips being average for a girl her age. Her hair, lengthy and soft as well, is a strange dark grey, ending at her lower back, completely straight and perfect; her bangs covering her eyes, and ending at her chin, her nose is small and cute, her lips a pale pink and full. Her ears are slightly pointed, like her nails, and her fangs. Her fangs are small enough to hide behind her lips, but during a feed, they grow long enough to hit her upper chin.
Her eyes, are extrodinary, pure red, not even a pupil, with what looks like lines of black, though most of the time her eyes are hidden, she has the kindest of her family, almost as if she is fearful of it, she keeps them hidden behind her bangs most of the time. Her face is like a childs, and the only flaw to it is a thin white scar across the back of her cheek, what looks like the cause of a knife, most of the time you can't see it though. Clothing of choice: Luna wears what is out of normal for even vampires, she had taken a liking to the older styles..I mean older, she wears a pair of metal based shoes, a pair of pants tucked inside of them to create a 'balloning' effect, both her pants and shirt are black, her shoes are made of a certain titanium that is lightweight and easy to use, though they are very hard to break, it is possible.
Her shirt wraps tightly around her, tucked into the pants and long sleeves, the sleeves drapping off her arms and lowering about six inches off her wrist and elbow. Over all of this, is a blood red cloak, covering her entire body and the hood casting a shadow over her face at all times. Weaponry of choice:Her weapon of choice is actually three katana's, Japanese swords, found in a old man's home from the Japanese war, she has shapen them up and clean out anything that could force her not to use them. The longest one is about four to five feet in length, and thick enough to put a dent into a metal door. The second longest is about three to four feet, and sharp enough to cut through anything, well...except metal. The last one is three feet exactly, and strong enough to allow a bullet to bounce off it, she has a name for each weapon. The longest sword she calls Hell The second longest she calls Savior And the last, she calls Heaven Race: Vampire Abilities: Like most, she can regenerate, but this usually takes a while, about eleven posts, with a tiny cut, it heals autoatically. Her speed has increased to where she is merely a blur when in full sprint. She can lift a car with two hands, and can easily break a bone if she can. She is able to cause a black smoke to pour out, though it is not poisionious. Lastly, she is able to faze through anything, the hint of this is her skin turns pitch black, then forms into it. Organization: None, Wandering Vampire Personality: Luna is a kind-hearted child, though not very social, she is respectful of everyone, she closes herself off from everyone when there is a crowd. Her beauty has entraced many, but she has denied all. Her heart being encased into a cold metal cage, she tries not to speak much and usually keeps to herself.
Now if your kind to her, she will speak to you, but only as if you were to attack her, she is fearful, and occasionally defensive.
Now she has never faced a battle, so there is no telling what she would do, but around children, she is very sweet, and very patient, seeing children as hers, even though she never had any. Her protection though, is extremely strong, along with her honesty and love. You just have to earn it. Rank: None Biography: Luna was born as any other child, her entire life circled around one thing, survival, her Mother left around the time she could walk, her Father abused her greatly, then left as well. As she wandered the streets, she kept away from everyone, not even bothering to try and socialize. She picked up smoking when she was nine, and eventually quit when she was twelve, she fed off of the grossest of things and lived on the streets for her entire life.
That all changed when she turned eighteen...
It was actually the date of her birth, December Tenth, where she met a man, he was beautiful in her eyes, and she followed him almost everywhere. Eventually the man took notice of her, her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes..her skin was beyond pale, but what really took a toll on him was the way she lived. Off the streets, she ate what a couple left behind in a restraunt, he almost pitied her, and began the only thing that would change her life. He spoke to her, but not in the way others did, he was kind, even sympathizing her.
She thought she was in love, and did the thing that made her entire life a mistake and a blessing. He allowed her into her so called 'home' and as she thought he would merely care for her, he changed her into something she never thought exsisted..
A vampire, in the process though, she had taken a old wooden stick and stabbed him, but the damage was done, as he died, she was changed.
Now that she looks back on it, she was happy it happened, she was free, able to travel into the night, which she did anyways, and not worry about anything other then Hunters and idiots.
Now, she wanders aimlessly, taking care with her victims and making sure that they die peacefully. Blood never bothered her, she actually enjoyed the sight of it, imagining it all the time... RP sample: It was cold again, but of course she wasn't able to reconize it, the night was beautiful. Snow piled up on the streets, making it look like a wonderland in the moon's light.
Her crimson eyes glanced up, the moon was pure white and full, she closed her eyes and smiled, taking in a deep breath and sighing softly. Her cloak hood falling off, her long grey hair falling out and like a grey waterfall, falling down her back. She felt the wind pick her cloak up with her hair and dance along with it, she crossed her arms and walked forward. Her strides were long and determined.
It was time to feed...
Her fangs grew painfully at the thought of it, she rubbed her gums with her teeth as she climbed into the nearest alleyways ladder. She glanced in each window, seeing no one in particular until she came across an old woman. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she slipped inside and kept silent, watching the frail woman slumber, she decided to take action.
As her footsteps muffled by the plush carpet, the woman gave a loud snort, the girl stopped for a second before continuing. While she tilted her head, she said a small prayer under her breath before plundging her fangs into her neck. Not a sound, nor a movement, Luna had perfected the art of feeding, taking out the bone in the back of her neck first to cause paralyzation without causing to much of a racked, she countinued to feed.
The meal was done, Luna pulled back and cleaned her mouth, before slipping out the window and closing it behind her, in the morning, the body would be noticed and authorities wouldn't know what happened.
Landing on the ground, her metal shoes clicked with the ice, keeping her balence, she swept into the darkness of the alley and as her skin turned pitch black, she slipped into the wall and out the other side, no one was in here, it was a janitor's closet, long since abandoned, but laid on the floor was what looked like a home-made coffin. She opened it and slipped inside, closing it as she was plunged into darkness.
The night was falling, and the morning was rising, as she slepted peacefully. |
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