Drake Monroe Phoenix (Replacement for Heinrich Kumpfstoffen)

Have you see the OVA or read the manga series of Hellsing? If so how far have you gotten? I have seen all 8 current OVA’s, 7 Hellsing Anime episodes, and have seen the entirety of the first Hellsing: The Dawn episode.

Name: Drake Monroe Phoenix

Age: Drake, 67. Alfred, 25.

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: Drake is of a thin build. However, beneath his suit lies a wide variety of toned muscles. His skin is a normal tan shade as most white men are. His hair is a shiny silver with a few darker strands that run down to shoulder length. He also has a goatee. He is 5'11". His hair is about shoulder length.

Alfred has sleek black hair, is white skinned, is 6 foot, and has brown eyes. His hair is flat, but a bit fancy looking. He parts it off to the right side in the front. It has a gelled appearance. He has no mustache and no beard. He doesn't even have side burns. Alfred has no visible muscles, but still has quite a bit of strength.

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Clothing of choice: His clothing is that of a regal design. He wears a formal black suit with a white undershirt, unbuttoned mostly. He occasionally wears a red, black striped tie. Over this, he wears a black cape, held in place by a loose string connecting the 2 ends which hang over his shoulders. The cape runs most of the way down his back. In the center of the cape of his back, is the Phoenix Family crest. A screaming Phoenix adorns the center of the crest. Clutching a sword in one hand, and an old flintlock pistol in the other. Wings outstretched to the skies. When in combat, that is not a surprise kind, he will don a brown trench coat, jeans, steel tipped boots with flecks of silver on them, an old black shirt underneath the trench coat, and an old cowboy hat. The look of a legend of the American Old West, though he is not old enough to have lived then, and has never been to the US. He wears glasses at all times except to sleep.

Alfred tends to wear a black suit, red tie, white undershirt, black dress pants, and formal looking black shoes. He wears glasses. In battle, he wears the same clothing.

Weaponry of choice: Drake tends to carry an old steel longsword, embedded with shards of silver, that has been passed down generation to generation. The pommel of the sword bears the Phoenix Family Crest. He carries around 2 old Revolvers from the days of the Wild West that he had found in his grandfathers chest. They each had the mark of a Scorpion on the handles. One of which looked burnt to a degree, though it still functioned properly. Each revolver holds up to 6 rounds in the chambers at a time. Easily reloadable, so he tends to keep plenty of ammo on his person. Alfred carries even more ammunition. Alfred himself, has 2 revolvers, though these are normal revolvers without any special markings or properties. The bullets used for both revolvers contain liquid silver that is poured into a small hole drilled into top of the bullet, but not the tip since that is needed to pierce the target. The force pushing on the bullet is strong enough to keep the liquid silver in the bullet, however, after impact into the target, the bullet with open up a bit more, and the silver will pour out into the target. The sword, is concealed within his cane. A button on the top of the cane, disguised as nothing more than a thinner section of the cane, opens up the top, inside of which is his sword.

Race: Drake, Special Human. Alfred, Special Human

Abilities: Since his birth, Drake has had the abnormal ability to read emotions without body gestures, looks, or any obvious signs. He senses the emotions of others. Someone who can hold a straight face will never show signs of what their feeling at the time. Drake can still sense what their feeling. This allows him to adjust in a conversation. Making him that much more of a persuasive speaker since he can get inside your head. This is his sixth sense.

Despite his old age, Drake has abnormal strength. It is assumed that this is another power of his although no explanation can truly be given for it. His muscles are not nearly large enough to be able to do what he can do. However, he keeps his inhuman strength a secret from everyone. No one in Phoenix Enterprises or the Hellsing Organization know of this particular trait. The only person who could possibly have any knowledge of this would be Drake's loyal butler, Alfred Pennywise Jenkins.

These abilities showed themselves to be apparent when he was 9 years old.

Alfred was recruited into Phoenix Enterprises at the age of 15 as a mercenary until he displayed strange powers, afterwords he was assigned to protect Drake. Alfred has the power of Telekinesis. He can control this power very well and uses it to defend his master from a distance when he is far away, or for his own use on multiple occassions. Alfred can pick up objects with just the touch of his mind from 2 miles away. When an object is in his immediate view, he tends to use hand gestures. He can also pick up objects outside of his field of vision. For instance, he can pick up a frying pan thats behind him and hit someone with it without so much as opening an eye. His powers become enhanced when he shuts his eye's. When he does, his mind recreates the entire area around him which glows blue in his mind, allowing him to focus better and see farther objects more clearly.

Organization: The Hellsing Organization, Phoenix Enterprises

Personality: Drake is calm, charismatic, and can hold his own in a conversation.. He respects the staff of his manor as well as any visitors. He retains a friendly relationship with his butler. Drake is a nice guy to be around. He treats everyone he meets with the utmost respect.

Rank: Ally of Hellsing, Head of Phoenix Enterprises

Biography:

Born March 14, 1936, Drake Monroe Phoenix was the sole heir to the Phoenix fortune. The Phoenix family has lived in England for as long as the records have been kept. Over their vast history, they have acquired a vast wealth, and own their own section of England, not too far from the Hellsing Estate. His family keeps a large, hired militia guarding the estate grounds at all times. The militia is large in number and trained by war veterans, making them elite soldiers ready for any situation, including that of the occult. For generations, his family had become wealthy off of selling diamonds, the origins of which were never revealed.

Drake was always fascinated by the occult. He would often spend time in the manor’s library, reading about vampires, werewolves, and the like. Never once did he imagine these creatures were real. In 1975, his father died of an unknown illness, his mother followed not long after. At the age of 39, Drake inherited the legacy of his family. Their estate, their land, their loyal troops, their staff…. and their hidden life. As he rummaged through a bookcase for a good book. He finally found one entitled “The Truth Revealed”. He tugged on the book, but it only leaned out and would not leave the shelf. Something clicked inside the wall. Gears began to turn, and the bookshelf slowed opened to reveal a hidden passage. At the lowest part of the passage, was a laboratory. The laboratory was inside a gigantic cave, littered with large Stalactites and Stalagmites of pure diamond. The source of his families wealth. Drake learned many things that his parents had kept hidden from him. Vampires and Lycanthropes were real. He had never dreamed that they truly existed, but right there, in front of him was unanimous proof of their existance. He would spend hours in the lab reading all of his parents, grandparents, and even great grandparents notes on the occult. He even read about frequent run ins with a special organization that specifically hunted vampires, but a name of this organization was not given.

In 1985, Drake began to have frequent heart failures to which he barely managed to survive. That very year, he was diagnosed with a never before seen heart condition. The condition was somehow treatable, and he is given many doses of the medicine so it can be administered when needed. This heart condition is slowly killing him over time, only being prolonged by the medicine.

In 1988, Drake learned of the Hellsing Organization, which had been fighting vampires for generations. He deduced that they were the organization that his family had had so many encounters with over the years. He wrote them a letter offering them his allegiance and pledged the full support of his men should they ever need him.

In 2003, Drake still readies his men for the day when they are needed by the Hellsing Organization. He grows old, and his heart condition weakens him. It will not be too much longer until the medicine will no longer help to keep his condition at bay. Sometime in the near future, the condition will kill him. The exact time is unknown.

Bio for Alfred:

Alfred Pennywise Jenkins was born July 8, 1978. For the first 10 years of his life, he lived a fairly normal life in the british countryside. At the age of 10, he started to show signs of strange powers after he had been exposed to radioactive waste that spilled out of a passing truck. He started to have massive migrains and headaches. Not long after, in a git of rage, Alfred picked up a table with his mind and crushed his parents to death. Frightened at his new powers, he ran off.

For the next 5 years, Alfred lived as an orphan on the streets of London. He practiced with his powers day after day in an abandoned alleyway, living off of scraps he found in garbage cans. When he was 15, he was angered yet again, but now more in control of his powers. He used his ability to throw a burning dumpster at 3 men who had just robbed a convenient store. Conveniently, no one was around except a man in a black suit. He got out of his car and offered the boy a new life. One away from the slums of the city. Alfred accepted and was taken to the Phoenix Estate where he became a mercenary in Drake Phoenix's private militia. Numbering in the thousands. Not long after, he was assigned to be Drakes personal bodyguard. So that no one would suspect him of being a bodyguard, he went under the guise of Drakes personal butler and assistant.

In 2003, Alfred still serves his master, Drake Monroe Phoenix, at the age of 25. Things are starting to heat up between the supernatural factions. Drakes condition is worsening. Alfred fears his master may soon pass and will do anything to prevent him from perishing sooner than he must.


RP sample:

Drake slept in his bed on the morning of July 9th. He was awoken to the sound of his loyal butler, Jenkins. "Good morning sir. It is currently 8am and you have a scheduled appointment to keep. Now might I recommend some breakfast for this fine morning?" Drake sat up in his bed. "Yes please. You know where i'll be." Drake got up out of his bed and changed into his normal attire. He left his bedroom and entered his office which was one floor up. He sat down in his chair and sifted through some papers he had lying around his desk. Jenkins returned a few minutes later with a silver tray. "Here you are sir. A nice cup of tea and a sandwhich made with the finest meats and cheeses." Drake chuckled to himself. "Thank you old friend. I can always count on you to feed me well." Drake picked up the cup of tea an began to sip from the cup. Without a moments notice, he dropped the cup. His body started to seize up. Jenkins reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with a powerful medicine. Drake had a rare heart condition, and Jenkins had the medicine to prolong its effects. Jenkins injected the drug into Drakes blood veins. Drake stood up and took a seat. "Thank you, Jenkins. What would I do without you?" Jenkins laughed a bit. "I'm afraid you might have died by now sir if it wasn't for me." Drake laughed as well. "Conceded bastard arn't you?" They shared a good laugh for a long while.

The time had come for Drakes usual training period. He wandered down into his usual spot, filled with punching bags, dummies, dumb bells, the whole assortment. He stepped into the training ring where he had set up three dummies. However, the dummies seemed different than usual. They seemed much more lifelike than stuffed bags. He sensed feelings of anxiety. He scowled. "How the hell did you three get in here?" The one vampire grinned. "We slipped in when you weren't looking." Drake chuckled. "You take me for an old man? Then you are sorely mistaken my dear boy." Drake slammed his cane against the floor, the top opening up as if on cue, and his sword appeared out of the cane. He grasped the hilt and pulled it out of the casing which he casually tossed aside. He lunged at the three vampires. The first 2 dodged the attack, but the third was frozen with fear. Drake's sword cut right through his neck. The vampires head hit the ground with a thud, the body going limp and lifeless. The leader scowled. The 2nd vampire leaped at Drake, who casually slung the sword over his shoulder and behind his head. The vampire couldn't stop and redirect his body in time. The tip of the sword pierced his open mouth, ripping out the back of his throat. Drake tipped the sword up and listened as it ripped through the vampires skull, bits of brain and bone dripping from the blade. The leader attempted to run. Drake pulled his revolver out of its holster and aimed. He fired a single round. The round ripped through the vampires heart with dead accuracy. He holstered his revolver, and picked up his cane. He slipped the sword back inside, and hit a hidden button under the top. The lid sealed closed, hidden from sight. "Guess thats my workout for this morning." He walked back up the stairs.

Drake entered his private study and began to read books on mythical creatures. Not long after, Alfred knocked on the door, opened it, and stood off to the side. "Sir, your appointment has arrived." A tall man entered the room. Drake looked at the boy. His fangs were easy to see, and his eyes glew a faint crimson. "You must be Hellsings agent. I heard you were coming." The boy looked at him. "That is correct Sir Drake. I'm here to place our weekly order for supplies." Drake picked up a paper from his desk and held it out to the boy who took it. "The request was already emailed to me by your superiors. No need for all the trouble. Everything has already been taken care of ma boy." The boy looked at the sheet which had already been approved and sent to the appropriate suppliers. "Thank you sir. I will be on my then." Drake nodded. Alfred escorted the boy off of the Manor grounds.

Please do not vote on this. I told him not to post this character because he's barely done anything with the others. He claims he only put it up here to be looked at.

This character was posted so that people can look at it. It is meant as a replacement for any of my 4 characters should 1 of them die or leave. I wanted it to be up and ready for when that time came. I did not remember Integra telling me not to post it which is why I did. I will be more lenient with character deaths since I love a good story and dieing is a good way to influence other characters and make it so that your character doesn't live longer than he/she actually should. Plus, it gives someone a chance to rank up.

I have updated the sheet. It is the replacement for Heinrich Kumpfstoffen, who I have decided to kill off in the upcoming skirmish with Hellsing. If you want, you can vote on him now so he's ready for when Heinrich dies, or you can wait until it gets to that point.

"EVERY WEAPON HE HAS IS MADE OF DIAMONDS!"

Good lord, what is wrong with this man? Not only does he waste thousands of dollars every time he shoots ONE bullet, he's filling them with silver? How does that help at all when the diamond won't break open? Also, we've established that you have no knowledge whatsoever on genetics and chemistry before, so why are you still trying to use them to explain the impossible? Diamonds aren't genetically engineered; they're aren't alive.

I'm drawing a blank with Rayleigh's Haki powers; are those really his or did you just come up with them? If you want them, go ahead, but they seem kind of dumb. Also, what does "abnormal strength" mean? Lifting a car is abnormal, but so is lifting a house; be specific. And if you're going to use him, at least spell Alfred's last name right.

Alright, so here's a bunch of cameos in his personality section. First, ask permission before you use someone else's character. Second, this really isn't the place to be describing your friendships (use the bio). Third, what does the heart condition (which I want some detail on) have to do with anything in his personality?

And bio. The diamonds just jump out of nowhere, for one; how and why did they do all the sciencey shit? I can understand research the occult and all, but that doesn't make any sense, especially since the way you describe it makes it impossible. Once again, ask permission before you go throwing yourself into peoples' stuff. Integra specifically needs to approve this character before anything can happen to it.

Always the party crasher. Alright, i'll work on it a bit more.

Oh, and Jenkins is his butlers last name. 2, the portrait is from whatever anime, but the character is not a crossover. You tend to think everything is pointless. He can have diamonds if he wants. He's rich as hell.

You totally missed the point. Alfred Pennyworth is Batman's butler, which I assume is what you were going for. And it's not so much that it would cost a fortune to use diamonds for bullets (even though you don't really tell us how he got so much money), it's that it's totally impractical and mostly impossible; how does a diamond gun even work?

I can see where your getting at. To be honest, you hit Alfred on the head with that one. I took Alfreds first name, the name of the monster from IT, and then just used one of the classic butler names for his last name. The bullets are also not bought. They are synthetic diamonds. Created right in his own lab. Still trying to figure out how to put how he did that. Possibly using a machine. the revolvers work like any other gun. The parts are just made out of diamond. As we speak I am working on everything you asked me to. I also did not remember that Pennyworth was Alfreds last name.

http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Alfred_Pennyworth

"Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth (AKA Walter's estranged brother) is Bruce Wayne's butler at Wayne Manor."

You can make things yourself, but that won't eliminate the cost of making them. Not only do you need to buy the raw materials, you need to buy parts to make the machinery, then replacement parts for maintenance and such. I also don't think the inner workings of a gun could be reproduced in diamond -any kind of rock, for that matter. The reason why metal works is because it's a liquid as they smith it. Isn't he supposed to be non-combat anyway?

His main role is pacifistic yes. However, there will come times when he needs to defend himself. Such is the need for weapons that can adequately protect him. His powers alone can not protect him. There will be some metallic parts inside of the revolver which itself is molded. the parts being placed into their appropriate positions during the process. The explanation for his wealth is explained in his bio now. I just havn't sent the revised version. I plan on having Drake play a big role in supporting the Hellsing Organization through his supplies and his large, veteran trained, elite militia that guard and train at his estate which is not too far from the Hellsing Estate. When I envisioned the butler, I had an interesting thought that just made it seem funny. I imagined Integra, Drake, and Saxon sitting at Integra's desk chatting away about issues and the such, while the three butlers: William(Saxon's), Walter(Integra's), and Alfred(Drake's), are standing around just talking. I pictured a few comedic moments. Drakes heart condition which is slowly killing him, has yet to be determined. Really, there isn't even a drug that could probably prolong the effects of such a condition. Therefore that is purely made up. As are the powers. They were added to give Drake a bit of an adge over a normal human and to be able to compete on a level field of a Cat D. Vampire or Lycan.

Finished the edit. Take a look now.

1. I'm not sure Integra would hire such a guy as their financial investor. Also I don't think she would have a need for one since Walter generally handles everything to avoid outsiders learning about them.

2. Get rid of the idea of every weapon being made of diamonds. I don't care how rich he is it's not practical, and it's just wasteful. Integra and Saxon are both rich as well, and you don't see them using weapons with diamond in them.

3. The fact he can hear better than everyone else is not necessarily a seventh sense. You're already saying he has empathy, and someone having good hearing is not abnormal or special. Some people have better hearing than eyesight, and some have better eyesight than hearing. Hearing a mile away though is a bit of a stretch, but again it's not like it's unusual. It's just rare.

Damn, Tegs. You really ripped into this character. I can get rid of the Financial Investor stuff, but i'd still like him to be Hellsings ally. As for the Diamond weapons, I got a little carried away with that, it just seemed fun to have weapons that can literally cut through anything. I can work that out with something else. As for hearing, alright, I can get rid of that, maybe think of something else. I'm trying to keep him human, but be on par with a vampire.

Edited. Take a look now.

I didn't see a point of making them blessed because he's not Iscariot. Or for that matter, he's not even religious. Plus, I felt like getting away from the normal silver bullets that just have normal silver strewn throughout them. I figured i'd make these a bit interesting and make it liquid silver. That way when its embedded in the target, the silver seeps out of whats left of the bullet if it didn't already pop out and it will spread throughout the whole body instead of wherever the chunks of silver land. Does that make sense?

It does however, a powerful enough vampire will just simply work through the pain instead of die on impact. Blessed weapons tend to work better cause it has the blessing of god. If you use just silver then it will take more than one bullet to put them down just like I have to use 2 rounds of my bullets to effectively kill a target.

Also can you explain your intentions with Alfred better? Is alfred a butler, is he something like Walter, or is he more like William T. Spears where he's only combative when necessary.

I see your point. I do need to ellaborate better on Alfred. I will get to that. Millennium is starting to pick back up again so the suicide mission will be starting soon which means Drake will need to be ready to take Heinrichs place. I'll work in the blessed bullets. I will dedicate a new paragraph or two of the bio to describe Alfred better. Alfred is not a Walter clone. He is Drakes Butler, trusted friend, and guardian. When in the field, Alfred has an active combat role. When not in the field, Alfred takes on the guise of a butler. The whole idea of him was born out of a funny thought that crossed through my mind while reworking the sheet. Also, sorry for replying in various accounts, it just happens to be what account i'm logged into at the time and I really don't feel like logging out and logging back in.

After much deliberation over this character with myself, and some counseling I have decided Hellsing would have no use for this character. I do however, encourage you to play with the person as he is without the money, and super fancy stuff. See what else you can come up with. In his bare bones of a character he seems like a great guy. Someone you could see doing charity work, and watching a sports game with friends.

But the way you have him now with Alfred especially going to be engaged in combat I just see a big mess happening in the RP. You've loaded him down with so much that it would be asking too much of you to keep on editing down to something that I think Hellsing would welcome. I mean come one does he really have to be a filthy rich guy? If he was so filthy rich he could just develop his own organization, or just become a vigilante like Batman. I feel like combined the two have too many weapons between them, and then on top of that he's like a wannabe batman with a cape with the family crest on it. With the cape I feel like he reminds me of these real life people who go parading around as superheros trying to do good. Not to mention the cape is just impractical when it comes to vampires.

Overall like I said it's loaded down with so much flotsam there is no use as is.

Approvals: 0

Disapprovals: 1

Okay, so in the 2 or so days I stopped reading to let you and Integra go at it, this character has totally changed from who you put up. Not only that, yes, Alfred is basically a second character, and yes, he is getting more and more Batmany; the cape for no reason, Alfred's name, Alfred having Detective Mode, etc. If you edited this character to the point he's not even recognizable as who he started as, that's a good sign you should have just started over to begin with. Not only that, you've barely done anything with your other characters, especially your self-proclaimed, "biggest, best, and most awesome" character Heinrich, who you plan to replace with this guy. I'm going to agree with Integra here.

Approvals: 0
Disapprovals: 2

I have no objections. There are so many ideas flying around in my head, its hard not to try and play them. Considering this character seems to be done, I'll scrap this and start work on a new character that came into my mind just recently. Heinrich though, I will still scrap. The whole idea behind him fell apart about 2 days after he was approved, so there is no longer anything behind him. He'll finish his run, let some other player have a point. I plan to have my new character ready to go by that point. Though I won't make it easy to get the kill.