Major App (first try at a canon role... ever)

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Name: Herr Major (Montana Max)

Age: looks around 30 (real age estimated around 85 - 90)

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: The major is a short, fat little Caucasian man. He wears glasses and a completely white suit. With his suit, he wears a jet ink black tie with a swastika clip on it. He stands at 5 feet 5 inches (165.10 CM) His build is extremely heavy and his blonde hair is always combed to one side with his eyes being a yellowish gold tent.

Clothing of choice: he major is a short, fat little man. He wears glasses and a completely white suit. With his suit, he wears a jet ink black tie with a swastika clip on it and always wears white gloves with his suit.

Weaponry of choice: A standard Luger P08 that uses 9mm rounds. Each clip holding eight rounds. However the major tends to miss with all of his shots, regarding how bad of a shot he is.

Race: Cyborg

Abilities: The major has charisma. Thats what made him who he is. Just as those who had come before him, the major gives speeches that are truly atrocities to any normal society and would make good ol' Adolf himself squeal like a girl having a fangirl attack. However, this is no normal society. It is an army of men who are just as blood thirsty as he is. Due to being a cyborg, his physical age does not change, he can also take massive amounts of damage, more then a normal man could due to most of his body being replaced with machinery.

Organization: Millennium

Personality: The major, in short, is a complete psychopath. There is nothing that means more to himself in this world then war. Not the lives of his men, nor his own life. He will send his men off to die simply to enjoy the feeling of war. To him, it doesn't matter wither he wins or looses, he just enjoys watching the world burn. It had even been said that his insanity had made him a man ready to command the legions of hell itself.

Rank: The Führer of millennium

Biography: The major had joined the SS near the beginning of the second world war. It didn't take him long to reach the rank he was known for. During his time in the SS, he was set in charge of the Nazi supernatural devision and attempted to breed a vampire army. However as revealed in hellsing: the dawn, it seemed like the closest they got to at the time were ghouls. His forces were ravaged by Alucard and Walter, forcing him to fall back towards Germany. On the final days the third reich had, the major had made a last stand attempt with what remaining soldiers he had, but was swiftly crushed by the Soviet forces.

WIth his men dead, the major was violently beaten by a group of Russian soldiers before being shot five times. When the major fell forward, blood splattering around him and death closing in. He denied himself the temptation Alucard made to become something greater then human. He was then found by the Doktor and Captain hans, and was given a cybernetic body from the Doktor. Shorty after, he began to build the last battalion. Ever since the second world war, he has set his goal to wage a massive war on one creature in particular: Alucard. Never had the major seen such a creature. He wanted to defeat this "monster", no matter the cost.

RP sample: The major grew a wide grin across his face as his soldiers stood at attention, waiting for the glorious speech he would give. This would be his declaration of war on England and Alucard. My friends, it has often been said that I like war. Friends, I like war. No, friends..." The insane little major's expression grew filled with joy, his eyes widening and his tone of voice growing louder. "I love war! I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth. I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle!" The major threw his hands up, his grin growing wider as he spoke.

"My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger 88 to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy. The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stands with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, I'm in ecstasy!"

The major shook his head slightly, adjusting his classes. He was trying to hold back a slight chuckle at the mere thought of his next set of lines in his speech. "I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armored division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, and there's women and children being raped, and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American war machines. The humiliation, as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the bombers flying overhead. Gentlemen... All I ask for is war, a war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, what is it you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge, from this Earth?!

His rally of soldiers rose their hands towards him, shouting for war, the one thing the major and his men loved most. " Very well. Then krieg is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us, with our might. But.. After enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient." The insane little man aimed his hand at the side, shouting out-loud. His voice echoing through the entire room. "We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history has never known! We are but a single battalion.. The remnants of of defeated army numbering less than a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is worth a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for them to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are!

His expression changed into a evil smirk, a cruel look shining in his golden eyes. Finally, the climax of his speech, the moment he had been waiting for had come. "We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats. We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy." His battalion ran to the front of the airship, staring off into the distance. Their faces were glowing with joy like a child would to finding presents on christmas day. "Our Kampfgruppe of one thousand vampires will burn this world down to ash. Yes, my friends! Soon, Europe's charred remains will illuminate the night sky! I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war! At last, the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill! Attention soldiers of the Millennium battalion, this is a message from your commander!" [/color] The fat mans grin grew from ear to ear, his voice softening as he enjoyed the last words to come from his mouth. "Friends...let's bring them Hell."

You've forgotten to mention his compulsive eating.

You think you could put a mention of his history in Coyote there? Everyone else has, and it does explain his personality.

I guess a transliteration of the speech works as an RP sample; you do add your own tidbits here and there. For posterity's sake, could you add in a social post as well as a battle post? I've asked every other Major for the latter as well, so it should be possible.

My final concern isn't with the character, but you. Are you really going to be active enough for this role? We've dealt with several months of Hargit, and you said yourself there you have stuff going on right now. It's crucial we have an active Major right now, since we're trying to get Millennium back on its feet. If you think you're up to it, I expect you to keep your word.

Seeing as Artisto decided he'd keep Major for a while instead of being a temp, this is disapproved.