*I've decided to drop the Deadpool character and replace him with everyone's favorite psychotic blonde mobster.
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, OVA 1-8, the anime, The Dawn, and Crossfire.
Name: Ladd Russo
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Ladd is tall, with a good physical build. He's muscular, but not to the point of looking like a body-builder. When last he checked, Ladd weighed in at roughly 195 pounds with a height of 6 feet, two inches. His family heritage traces itself directly back to Italy, however the traces present in Ladd are relatively diluted to most which allows him to blend into most environments easily enough. He has blond hair, with a fringe/bangs that fall just above his eyebrows, curving inwards slightly. His eyes are a bright blue, a major contrast to the red specks of blood that can constantly be seen on his face.
Clothing of choice: If there's one thing most can agree on, it's that a man in a well tailored suit looks good. As such, Ladd is constantly seen wearing three piece suits of various styles and colors but he generally defaults to two particular ones depending on his mood. For most day to day activity, he wears a dark charcoal colored suit with a white dress shirt, black tie and leather dress shoes. For more formal occasions, or instances when he knows there will be a great deal of bloodshed, he prefers a white three piece tuxedo with a matching bow tie and white dress shoes. He chooses this all white ensemble so that the blood of his victims is easier to see.
Weaponry of choice: While Ladd prefers to beat his targets to death with his bare hands, he does make use of several weapons. The first weapon in his arsenal is his beloved 12 gauge pump action shotgun featuring a customized sawed-off barrel and stock, dubbed Blasty. Ladd uses standard blessed lead slugs and silver variations depending on the mission he is assigned, carrying 10 shells in addition to those already in the weapon. In addition to his shotgun (dubbed Blasty) Ladd frequently uses knives for close combat situations. Though it is rare (mostly due to his love of Blasty and prolonged conflicts) Ladd will occasionally utilize a Thompson automatic rifle also known as a Chicago Typewriter or a Tommy Gun. Though a bit outdated, it has been refurbished to keep up with modern body armor and uses full metal jacketed rounds (unblessed). Ladd carries no additional ammunition for this weapon.
Ladd's Thompson:
Blasty the shotgun:
Race: Special Human
Abilities: To the average observer, Ladd appears as nothing more than a normal man in excellent physical shape. However, beneath that exterior is a crown glory of decades of corrupt experimens and training. Having been raised from a young age in the ways of killing and torture, Ladd is incredibly skilled in hand-to-hand combat with a noted preference for boxing and brawling styles. In terms of raw strength, Ladd is an odd case. Unlike most people who were born with natural restrictions in their brains to protect their joints and muscles, Ladd is constantly capable of bringing his body's maximum potential strength to bear. Normally, such feats of strength are limited to excessive adrenaline moments such as a mother lifting a car to save her child (a feat Russo can manage effortlessly). A lifetime of use has only served to further increase Ladd's monstrous strength, allowing him to easily overpower and beat normal people (and mid level vampires) to death, warp solid steel structures, and even shatter stone with his bare hands. Despite that, he does possess considerable knowledge in the use of some firearms and small bladed weapons. While his unrestricted mind grants Ladd immense strength, it is not limited there. The state has also afforded him increased reaction time allowing him to dodge even gunfire through a combination of unnatural speed and trajectory prediction.
A byproduct of his unrestricted strength was significant wear and tear on his body as he grew up, frequently breaking and re-breaking bones over and over again. Because of those early injuries, Ladd's body has progressively adjusted to his own strength and reinforced itself many times over allowing him to sustain extreme blows without significance. It should be noted that not only have his bones hardened over the years, but his muscle tissue itself has grown progressively more dense and sturdy to allow for more strength with less mass. Because of this it can be difficult for bladed weaponry to effectively pierce his muscle groups without being backed by supernatural strength. One such instance of this included being struck by a car moving at roughly 45 miles per hour head on. Though the wind was knocked out of him and he was hurled back several yards, Ladd was able to get up almost immediately. This, in turn, helps testify to his unparalleled tolerance for pain. Not once in his entire life has Russo blacked out from pain and his many injuries early in life have desensitized him to just about anything one could think to hit him with.
Organization: Unaffiliated
Personality:Ladd is a sadist. He enjoys inflicting pain on others, finding the blood stimulating and refreshing to spill. His main entertainment in life is to kill. He's very intelligent, but extremely childish sometimes. Sadism aside, Ladd is also seen as arrogant and rather cocky, brimming with confidence. When he questions whether a victim is scared, he merely grins, claiming that they should be because they encountered him. His hyperactive personality can also be seen through his combat style. While he acts like a child at times, his body certainly has the strength of a fully grown man and more.
Rank: N/A
Biography: Born into one of the last healthy and operational organized crime families in the United States, Ladd Russo grew up in Chicago, bussed from one private school to the next and slowly cultivated to take over the family business one day. However, it quickly became clear that a life of overseeing drugs, prostitution, and assassinations was not Ladd's forte. The boy was...different. He was unnaturally strong and fast and took uncommon amounts of joy in showing that off at every occasion, usually ending in one of his playmates hospitalized. After much discussion, it was decided that his latent abilities would be best served in the field as a professional assassin for the organization. The physical training and mental conditioning was long and arduous, cultivating Ladd's naturally gifted body into a fearsome weapon. However, it did not instill any particular amount of loyalty in his dear family. Rather, Ladd's driving goal quickly became limited to one thing, the taking of another's life. He began to view murder as the most intimate way to know a person and took particular delight in killing those who did not believe they would actually die.
For his late teen years Ladd focused himself on the jobs given to him by his family, using their connections to remain free from the eyes of authorities. Eventually though, not even the mafia's level of violence could sate his bloodlust and he began to move on his own. He formed a close knit band of similarly minded criminals who followed him devotedly and cheerily slaughtered the majority of his own family to take command of the organization as a whole. Unfortunately, Ladd lacked the grace to cover up the murders as nicely as his predecessors had done and he was soon regarded as one of the most wanted men in America. Leaving the Russo family's American branch in the capable hands of his remaining associates, he took a leave of absence to Europe in order to escape imprisonment. It was here that he first encountered the supernatural itself. While touring the city of London in 1999, Ladd bore witness to the devastating effects of Millenium's war-mongering and the power of vampires. Seeing their supposed immortality first hand, Ladd escaped the city unscathed and began research of his own. Once more taking up an occupation as a hired gun, it did not take him long to discover the appropriate circles within which to hunt the undead for profit and his own amusement. After all, what prey could be more fun to kill than an immortal being?
RP sample: London, what was there to say about a city like this? People people everywhere and not a thing to do. Well, that was a tad misleading. Obviously it was a true blue tourist trap but for a man like Ladd Russo the bustling daylight activities were pointless and boring. What he wanted was some good clean american killing. A playmate he could really sink his teeth into, or the other way around for that matter. It had been a week since he found his last vampire, one of those artificial german ones. He still grinned when he thought about the surprise on the FREAK's face as he brought his own unnatural strength to bear and started breaking bones. Oh well, the idea of ever walking again were the last thing on the vampire's mind, which was currently a soggy mess on the pavement about an hour from where Ladd was milling about at the moment. However, his boredom would not last much longer. With the blaring of a car horn and the screeching of a tire, Ladd's world was turned upside down as he flew through the air head over heels. A taxi slowed to a stop as the driver exited his vehicle to examine the man shaped dent in his front bumper. Distracted by his daydreaming, Russo had wandered into a busy street and quickly recieved a nasty love tap from a passing car.
"Ok...now we're talking..." he said to himself, climbing to his feet and brushing off his suit. To his credit, the cab driver was still a worried wreck, asking Russo if he was alright and shouting to a newly forming crowd to call a doctor. Behind his back, Ladd's hand gripped the cab tightly and the metal gave way to his incredible grip.
"Oye, old man. I think ya forgot somthing." the cabbie turned and immediately went wide eyed. His own taxi cab was sailing through the air as if in slow motion. Beyond the airbourn car was Ladd Russo, smiling deviously as he watched the automobile crush the elderly driver into a crimson stain. The mobster reared back holding his sides in a chuckle as people ran screaming in all directions.
"Whoooo, now that's more like it. God, ya just can't beat the look on their faces when they don't see it coming. I looooooooove that look."
Subject: Ladd Russo 
