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| Subject: Zack Amom {Michels Second OC} (death by suicide) Thu Feb 17, 2011 11:30 pm | |
| Death: During the attack on Rome, Zack died by committing suicide, attempting to take Marcus Cruor with him in a hydrogen grenade explosion. The Knights of the Damned's leader escape alived.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. All the manga,all the anime and all but the last OVA. Name: Zack Amom. Nick Name Fire Spitter Age: 23 Gender: Male Physical appearance: He stands at 5'4 with a tiny frame with a athletic build to it. Zack originally has dark green eyes,but he has eyes that change color when he uses his powers,they will go from dark green to a lighter green,almost turning Grey.He weighs around 140-150 pounds with semi-wide shoulders and medium long black hair. A little bit of facial hair on his chin and upper lip. He always appears as if he is half-asleep because of the bags around his eyes. Clothing of choice: He wears a Grey jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms, but under it he wears a standard T-shirt with Grey sweatpants,black socks and black Nike shoes, and a chain on his wrist with a cross hanging from it. Though,when he is sent on missions,most of the time,he is seen in standard Iscariot robes. Casual wear. - Spoiler:
Robes. - Spoiler:
Weaponry of choice: He uses Pyrokinesis,a strange ability to manipulate flames he got a birth,a Beretta 76 with 10 bullets per clip,4 extra clips in his jacket,10 blessed throwing knifes in his jacket sleeves,5 in each sleeve and a Zune MP3 player for his music needs,though this MP3 player has been modified to explode if it is thrown hard enough,its explosive force is half that of a hand grenade,it is his last resort next to his Pyrokinesis,though he really never uses it since he loves his music almost more then himself. He has 5 smoke grenades that put out yellow smoke and 5 more canisters,of his own making,that put out hydrogen gas Standard gloves he uses in combat,only the finger tips of these gloves are made of a Flint and firesteel,thus giving him access to a source of flame at all time. Note these gloves do not help him manipulate,control or guide the flame in anyway,form,or fashion. Under the Cerberus face on the gloves,in Latin he has written on the left glove says: "The hand that holds the life-span." and on the Right glove it says: "The hand that bends the yin-yan {Yin and yang} - Spoiler:
Knifes {Ten} - Spoiler:
Beretta 76 {Only has one} - Spoiler:
Zune MP3 player/explosive {It has over 200 songs on it and he cherishes his music like it was his own flesh and blood,it gets broken,some ones gonna be turned into a smoldering corpse. The explosive is actually very small plastic explosives placed inside the battery case on the back,and is activated by pressing the play button three times and throwing it toward something,on impact with something or in ten seconds time it will explode.} - Spoiler:
M18 Yellow Smoke Grenade kept inside his jacket,he has about 5 in the right side of his jacket. - Spoiler:
The 5 Hydrogen Grenade's {These are inside the left side of the inside of his jacket,he has special types of grenades that,instead of exploding and sending shrapnel or smoke into the are,it sends Hydrogen into the air. Since Hydrogen is combustible,he can make good use of it by using his pyrokinetic ability to make them explode while at a safe distance. Each one of the canisters can fill a normal sized room about half way with the exploding gas. He has 5 of these in the left side of his jacket. - Spoiler:
Race: Special human. Abilities: Zack has a natural ability as at pyrokinetic which allows him to create and control flames with his mind,expand and shrink them at will with intense focus. This is achieved through the telekinetic manipulation of chemicals present in the air, causing them to become highly flammable in nature. He wears gloves that are made of a material,like Flint and fire steel,of his own making that create sparks when he snaps his fingers,allowing him to use his Pyrokinesis to expand the spark and create a stronger flame and push it outward,he dose not need the gloves to make flame,but he finds it easier to focus on the spark the gloves make then to focus on the air and heat up the chemicals in the atmosphere around himself. Moving back to the gloves, he cannot control any of the flames he makes perfectly,he can move them in a direction he wants them to move,but only for a short time {2-3 posts but this is only if he wants to control the same flames,he may break control and shoot a new spark out.} and will loose control of it and just send it flying in the direction it was in,unable to stop it. He can only expand the flame to around 4-7 feet wide after the spark is made,he can shrink it or expand it while he has control over it. He can only manipulate small fires that he did not make himself,such as flames in a fireplace,candles, and torches, and maybe small car-fires. The control over his flames vary depending on his mood,normally only when he is very angry which is very hard to push him into. Zack can guide these flames and use them like small explosives,using them to make small explosions around 4-5 feet wide,he does,however,have a range on this. He can only use the flames to chase people about 80-85 feet away,any further then that and they wont reach and will just die out,Over using this power weakens his eyesight greatly and temporarily, and reduces his accuracy with his flames,the problem is solved when he puts on glasses though he still has some trouble aiming. He can also expand it and shape it into a sort of shield or "wall" to protect him and burn solid matter or whatever is coming toward him,though things like bullets will fly right threw,the flames at this distance are around 400 degrees Celsius,though this is the maximum heat of his flames. Its mostly used to block people who get in close with Hand-to-hand combat and close range weapons,he can heat up weak metals,such as stainless steel and iron to deal with anyone who uses swords,though this takes time to do so {2-4 posts}. He also has a creative mind when it comes to making things. Organization: Iscariot,Vatican Section XIII Personality: Zack is an extremely unenthusiastic person,not really caring if he is considered a freak by the people who think there self to be "Normal, and as such lives his life avoiding work. This is partly due to seeking paths of least resistance, as he often chooses to do things he would otherwise not do if people nag him enough. His plans on life reflect this aspect of his personality,In his free time he typically takes naps, watches clouds, and plays strategy games such as Shogi and Go. When put into a situation where he potentially needs to put effort into something, he attempts to try to find a way to avoid it such as forfeiting a battle or by pretending to be preoccupied with something else to get out of paperwork. He often "runs away" to a roof somewhere with his MP3 player to get away from people,liking to be alone most of the time. In the instances where he can't avoid these situations, Zack tends to remark,in a unenthusiastic voice - "This is annoying.." or "Why me?" He is fully aware of this side of his personality, even dubbing himself "the number one at running away". However,during battle he is not afraid to take a stand and fight,he will even take a life without hesitation if it is ordered or necessary. He also has a close connection with the children at he Orphanage,though he hardly shows it. Rank: Paladin Biography: Several works of fiction explain pyrokinetic powers as being the ability to excite or speed up an object's atoms, increasing their thermal energy until they ignite, not necessarily objects, but also air particles. Scientist and Doctors argue that this is "vaguely possible", but characterize it as "generally the stuff of comic books", such as Marvel Comics' Human Torch and Pyro. Without some form of electromechanical device, such as a device to release several of the compounds that do spontaneously ignite upon contact with the oxygen in air (such as saline, a pyrophoric gas, or rubidium), or some form of triggering device located at the source of the fire, there is no scientifically known method for the brain to trigger explosions and fires at a distance,but there have been strange cases where it has happened.... He was born the son of a man who was a shop-owner. A most unwelcome surprise to the working man when his wife had him,while he was being raised he was shown to have very strange brain waves as he was checked out by the doctors. Strangely as he was brought home,his father wanted nothing to do with him,they didn't have the money and they could not afford to keep him. While he was home,he was a very strange child,always trying to touch hot things and one day scared his mother to death when he touched the stove,while it was on. This triggered a loud cry from him,which also cause a bit of pain and anger at the same time,he cried and slammed his hands around,he then set the stove itself on fire,it stumped his parents,it seemed to happen in a instant as if the child did it with the change in his emotion,this scared the parents. It even stumped the doctors when they took him to see them. They kept the child for a few days but after that he was put on the doorstep of a church in Rome. The little child was taken to Anderson's orphanage inside Vatican City walls and spent all his childhood in the care of the Scottish priest and his associates. Even in what could be considered one of the safest and best managed orphanages, Hotaru managed to have a difficult childhood. Often avoided due to his strange abilities,even the priest didn't know how to handle it. Hotaru would lash out in violence every time someone tried to pick on him or even touch him,often coming close to burning them. Even when he was not being abused by his fellow classmates, After a while,his abilities were becoming a bit hard to control so Hotaru became a bit of a lazy one,only lashing out in anger if touched or picked on by other students which was hard at first,but he soon lost the "Rages" he would go into,which helped him control or for a better word "Guide" his ability,often shutting other people out or ignoring them,dealing with it by sneaking off and taking naps where no one could find him. This is where his taste in music developed,often annoying the priest and getting scolded for listening to such violent music. He loved to play music people would find "Disturbing" and in Rome,not many people liked American Rap or hard rock music,especially the church. He often played this music to keep other away. When he got in trouble for it,he would often make excuses saying he had other things to do or Father Anderson wanted to see him,after that he would run off into the orphanage,escaping trouble. He has a good heart though,often anti-social to most people,aside from a few of the priest in the orphanage,he will stop to help someone if they REALLY need it and he has attended all Bible study classes at the orphanage,never missing a class. He joined Iscariot,which he wasn't really "Thrilled" about due to all the work that went into the training,but this discipline did help him learn to "Guide" his powers more,the physical training in the combat rooms and the Mental training help him a lot more then it seemed. RP sample:- Spoiler:
A loud snoring sound was shooting threw the air,a man dressed in a Grey Jacket,Grey T-shirt and black sweat pants with Nike shoes was laying on the roof of the orphanage. Sleeping the day away as he normally did,unless something happened. His MP3 headphones plugged into his ear,drowning out the outside noise of the children running around below with "Questionable music" that he had gotten in trouble for by many of the priest's in his younger years. Though the song wasn't as bad as the others he listened to. He sat up while moving his MP3 player up in front of his face,moving his finger up on the pad to turn the music up,letting the music fill his ears. We are young! We have heart! Born in the world as it all falls apart! We are strong,But we don't belong,Born in this world as it all falls apart~!,it was from one of his favorite music groups from America,and the only song that didn't get him into THAT much trouble. He let out a yawn,but just as he pulled the Zune away from his face,a bright red kick ball flew up over the side of the building,he would of heard the kids below shouting but his MP3 hindered that and he was to lazy to try and catch it, and didn't have the motivation to dodge it or roll out the way,he closed his eyes and a few seconds later the ball shot back over the edge to the kids,Zack laying flat on his back on the roof again,a large red mark on his left cheek where the ball had hit him. How annoying... Why is it always me who gets hit,even when I go so far out of my way to get out of their play zone.. I still get hit with a ball.... He moved his left arm onto his forehead to block the sun from his eyes,the sleeve of his jacket casting a shadow over his dark green orbs. I wounder if they having anything for me to do... Eh,I really don't care... I think I'll stay up here
He rolled onto his side looking at the screen of his Zune as he scrolled threw his songs. I'll just sleep here today and hope they cant find me an- He was cut off as a rather large shadow suddenly cast over him,the thing was either really large or it was just a trick of the sun. Zack rolled onto his back again and looked straight up,looking up at a rather intimidating figure. He had been found out by the one person he was actually scared of. Yew'er ruunin' froom yer duties again?! Naght on mah watch! The Scottish priest scolded as he looked down on the lazy sloth that was before him. Zack suddenly sat up and tried to lunge for the ladder to climb down but was caught by the back of the collar and lifted up like a child,a very dull look spreading over his face at this embarrassment. Oh no ya dun't! Its yer turn tah set dah table He was held outward away from the priest,still being held by the back of his collar as they both walked,well,one walked the other carried toward the latter. So... Father Anderson... Who sold me out..? Zack asked with a very,very unenthusiastic voice though he probably figured no one sold him out,if anything the large red ball that suddenly bounced off the roof which wouldn't of normally happened could of told anyone withing eye sight of the building he was there. They'll be noon a tha'. Yew'er skippin' on yer duties again and dis tam' yew'er naght getting awa with it. Anderson put Zack down by the ladder,which Zack was wanting on anyway,he figured if he could get to it,he could get away,but he saw the look on the Paladins face and decided against running.
Yes,Father. The lazy sloth made his way down the ladder and Anderson soon followed,they both made there way toward the main building,passing by a few orphans who were playing. Cum now,theres noothin' wrong with helpin' e'round dah Orphanage a bit. Zack sighed as he heard Father Anderson once again as they walked threw the main dinning room and into the kitchen,Zack picked up as many plates of food as he could and began to set the table after walking out threw the kitchen door. He sat the table and sat down,taking a break from this "Long chore" that he was put to work on. By all means he wasn't that lazy,but he over-reacted most of the time against work. Why me,man? I always gotta do work... I'd rather be sleeping on the roof,or somewhere with nothing I'd have to do..
Zack was pulled from his complaining as the other children walked into the room,followed by Anderson and a few other the Nuns. Hey,Kids.. Seeing the children's faces was a bit enlightening,though he still hated work,it was worth it to see them smile. Maybe doing work,for the children anyway,was worth it.
Combat post's! - Spoiler:
The sound of footsteps echoed threw the alleyway with heavy breathing,a multitude of people were making there way frantically down the tight back street. A small group of about 5-6 low class vampires, Category-D at best though one seemed a bit stronger. Covered in blood stains and fresh blood still dripping from their lips after the slaughter they just did,killing multiple families before drinking their blood and fleeing into the night,but they had a unwanted visitor in the middle of it,one who was far from happy,he was bored as hell. They all stopped in the middle of the tight back street,looking around the litter-filled alley. You think he's gone... That priest.. One of them asked,the one in the back toward the wall. We outnumber him! Why are we running! The female shot back in response,almost not caring at what the outcome would be. The larger one,in the middle,took a step out as his ears twitched,his keen hearing picking up on what seemed like music. Shut up,you two! He's coming! The others stopped as the command of what seemed to be the leader of the group and let their ears to,pick up on the strange music,which seemed to have a steady beat,until the lyrics began to echo threw the alleyway.
We are strong! We have heart! Born in this world as it all falls apart! We are strong! But YOU don't belong,born in this world as it all falls apart! The song echoed threw the night,seemed to have one of the words edited by a human voice. In the alley a figure appeared in a street light,dressed in what seemed to be the clothing of a normal,ordinary human. A Grey jacket,Grey T-shirt,Grey Sweatpants and black Nike shoes with short shoulder length black hair. The man walked into the alley way carelessly,as if he didn't even notice the Vampires,he couldn't hear anything anyway with both Headphones jammed into his ears and the volume torqued all the way up so much that someone who wasn't used to it would go deaf from it. He strolled closer and closer until the female of the group suddenly lunged forward,hotheaded as she was,the others didn't try to stop her.
Zack lifted his arm,letting two of his knifes slide out his sleeve and in between his fingers,which he quickly flung his hand forward and threw them into the vampire,she didn't know they were blessed.. As they hit her,the only thing that was left was a ton of ash that flew forward and landed at Zack's feet. Look guys.. I'm not a very active person.. To be honest I'd rather be back at the orphanage sleeping on the roof. I hate doing work. Is there a way I can persuade you to just surrender your lives or something...? Please? He asked this is a rather loud voice,he really couldn't help it with his MP3 blasting into his ear. The vampires took a step back,seeing their female partner be rendered to ash but blessed knives made them think before acting,which was a pain in the ass in itself,it meant more work. The one by the wall and the on beside the "Leader" took a few short steps forward,seeming very jumpy. Like hell! We still got numbers on ya!
Zack just sighed and moved his left hand into his right jacket pocket,pulling out his Beretta 76,lifting it up into the air toward the one on the left,he was dressed in a torn green t-shirt with jeans. Zack pulled the trigger back a few times,sending a few bullets its way. The vampire jumped to the side,only getting hit in the shoulder with 2 bullets,sending it flying back into the cluster of trashcans behind them. He the lifted his right arm up a bit then swung it down,letting 4 of his knifes fly down between his fingers,and flung them forward. The blessed missiles flew true into their target,flying into the second vampire beside the acting leader. The knifes dug in deep before rendering the foul soul to ash. Only two vampire's were left. Zack moved his beretta to the left while sliding his last knife in his right sleeve into his hand. He fired the last of his clip,about 7 bullets,toward the only that took off to the other end of the alley. The bullets flew into its back with such force,it made the thing fly forward and fall face first onto the concrete floor,as he dropped the empty gun in his left hand,he flung the last blessed knife he had in his right sleeve,that was now in his hand,forward. It flew into the back of the vampire he just pumped full of lead as it tried to stand up. It exploded into ash a few seconds after contact.
The leader of the group,a tall vampire wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt,jumped up onto the roof,it was a low roof but higher then Zack himself could jump. Zack flung his left arm forward,sending 4 on the five knifes into his hand,between his fingers which were quickly sent flying up after the thing,though it moved out of the way and rolled back on the roof. A few seconds later he came into view in front of young Iscariot at the other end of the Alley,the only thing showing of the things face was a large grin. You know we killed a lot of people before you showed up... Don't ya? Zack stood up right and slid his last knife from his left sleeve into his hand. Yup... T'is why I'm here.. The vampire smiled even bigger as it lifted its hand out to the side and snapped. A large groaning sound,as if multiple people were moaning in agony,echoed threw the air. It took the human a few seconds to get what was going on. Oh C'mon,man! Didn't you just see me waste all your buddies,now ya gotta bring Ghouls into this to?
Zack was getting a bit annoyed since this was taking so much effort,he had planned it to be a quick and easy job. He moved his right out and flung his last blessed knife toward the vampire,which moved down into a crouch to dodge it,by this time both sides of the alley was clustered with ghouls. He reached into the inside of his jacket,in a hidden pocket and pulled out a pair of plain white gloves with a picture of a dog's head on the top,in black ink. He slid them on one at a time,pulling them tighter on his hands so they weren't loose. Look,I hate work... So,im just gonna blow you guys to Hell and back..Well,scratch that,maybe not back but... You get the idea.. He spoke as he took his MP3 in his left hand and pushed down on the pad,switching songs. The sound began as a low beat,but then a sudden gunshot sound ripped threw the air as the beat picked up. Thats when we,that's when we,that's when we ride. Beginning to hate this mans arrogance,the vampire moved his hand forward as the Ghouls began to march into the alley,but that's not what it was.. It was pure laziness. Of course,if Father Anderson heard him listening to this song,he was 90% sure he'd get in trouble,but,that didn't matter now.
Zack lifted his right gloved hand and moved his middle finger onto his thumb,as if he was about to snap his fingers,he aimed on of his hands toward the vampire and the ghouls in front of him,and his other hand out behind him,he was facing the wall with both his arms stretched out,the moment the vampire and ghouls took a step forward,he snapped his fingers. As the flint and firesteel in the fingers of the gloves rubbed against each other,it created multiple sparks that shot out,though that was all the gloves did. As the spark flew into the air,however,it suddenly expanded as Zack's gaze fell upon it,his strange ability to manipulate flame allowed him to expand the spark into a raging torrent of flame that shot forward like a large trail of flame,as it rushed over the vampire and ghouls, the only thing that could be seen by the orange glow was the shadowy figure's inside,which slowly broke away as they became nothing but ash in the heat. The fireball continued toward the last vampire and what was left of the ghouls,both fireballs reducing every thing in its path to cinders,the lead vampire,which jumped to the side dodging the flames barely in the tight space between the walls of the alley. The vampire came up to his feet from his dive and ran toward the flame priest as a small smirk appeared over Zack's lips. He brought his gaze onto the vampire as what was left of the Ghouls blew away in the heat waves,their ash scattering to the wind, and then snapped his fingers again,the flame dissipated just before it shot out the other end of the alley,Zack was being careful not to hurt any cars or people.
The friction on the flint and firesteel did what it was made to,it send multiple sparks into the air,which once again expanded into a large blast of flame that shot forward,engulfing the last of the vampires and reducing him to nothing but cinders,which quickly blew away in the hot heatwaves. Mission complete.... Damn its gonna be a long walk back,though.... He suddenly slumped forward,his arms hanging limply toward the ground. His eyes were barely twitching,almost unnoticeable,if he would have used his flaming ability a few more times,he would of had to put on his glasses. Son of a bitch.. Maybe i should call a taxi...
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