yes, yes I have decided to help Millenium's progress...
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.yeah...
Name: Herr Major/Montana Max
Age: In his late 80s
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: - Spoiler:
A credit to Wafflecannon's work on this
Herr major is quite the short man with a size to match, it seems that Herr major has treated himself to some of the...smaller pleasures in life. Being particularly round with his stomach, a plump man, Herr major never has had a problem with his size but is prone to joke about it in the right way (usualy with Schrodinger). His lack of height would usually lead to major underestimations, he is not a man to run and is unfit in no small measure. Most of his muscle, if he has any to show, are in his forearms and shoulders, though hidden, it is there. Herr Major, leader of the remaining Reich, fittingly has blonde hair, a gold-ish yellow that hangs about his ears. He takes measures to constantly keep it in a combover that ends on the left hand side of his face. His eyes, entrancing pools of a browny golden hue have an empowerment of their own. The eyes add to his charismatic nature. His smile is a thing that hides his ambitions, even when stating a fact, the person listening would be led to believe otherwise no thanks to his constant grin. Even in the event of his forces being decimated before his eyes, he cannot help but put up that grin of his, helping prove his apparent insanity.
Clothing of choice: Trailing in the wake of the late and great Sturmbannführer, is his white trenchcoat, sweeping to the ground constantly it does well to hide his frame from the back and frequently sits around his shoulders without use of the sleeves. The collar, like his white suit collar, is large enough to trail down to mid-chest and makes use of the classic v-cut two piece collar (mid-collar it has a cut that looks to be a 'v'). Major's suit, apparently tailor made just for him, holds his frame as an imposing figure, aside from the collars it just looks to be a normal business suit with a few small changes here and there for his convenience. The top is long sleeved and held with two buttons about as far as the end of his collar will go (mid-chest), the sleeves being buttoned up at the cuff. The suit overlaps his pants which are held up by a black standard issue belt with a un-decorated silver belt buckle. The length of them do well to cover his ankle and the top half of his blank leather white shoes. A white polo shirt resides beneath all of the clothing with a simple black tie and a intricate rank pin to hold it down. Herr's glasses are yet another thing to add to his personality, they reflect any source of light thrown at them while he makes use of them in his speeches to great effect. His hands are fitted with simple white gloves. To generally sum up his clothing of choice, all his clothing is white, keeping a sense of false purity and innocence.
Weaponry of choice: - Spoiler:
Herr Major's semi-automatic toggle locked luger P08 pistol is just as fresh as it's user. It is a standard issue pistol with no changes and no real need other than for the major's convenience. The pistol weighs 871 grams including the 8-round detachable box magazine, with iron sights it still doesn't help that Herr Major is a lousy ass shot. Even with it's effective range sitting at 50m, Herr still fails to hit a target at even a fourth of that measurement. The pistol is usually either holstered at his hip, inside his coat or nearby.
Race: Cyborg
Abilities:Due to the Major's cyborg state, he is capable of living forever, aging mentally but not physically. It seems apparent that even in this sort of body, Herr Major's state of mind has always stayed the same, his ambitions always remaining their own. Along with the Major's predecessors, he is capable of leading an entire army to their death's with but a simple speech. He has an amazing charismatic nature, that even his opponents don't seem to bothered by him as much as they should. As said in the weaponry of choice, Herr Major has no weapon specializations and is a suspiciously lousy ass shot.
Organization: Millenium
Personality:As said so many times, Herr Major loves war. He loves it to the point of preferring it over anything else, money, women, alchahol, drugs, nothing compares to the Major's love for war. Loving evry facet of war, his personality is completely overwhelmed by his love for war, anything that he was or may have been in his previous life has been taken over and possesed by the extreme love for war. Most people think him insane, hence the 'crazy major' term, he simply sees it as a hobby, his way of life. When not handing out orders or commands, the Major has a by-product from his love for war. He can frequently be seen or more oftenly heard humming a familiar tune from a classic show from when he was a child, the more popular tune to be heard from wherever the major is, is the symphony of war. While he has his absolute obsession with war, it would be nothing without his ability to lead his troops without any sort of problem. Leading by examples of soldiers who disobey commands, hecreates a feeling of fear within the very hearts of his soldiers, the fact that he could click his fingers and have a soldier dead is enough reason to follow him. If it wasn't for the fact that he can create a similar love for war if not temporarily in the hearts of his army. Though with a good natured heart driven mad, his personality can change on a moments notice.
Rank:Sturmbannführer
Biography:Born somewhere inbetween 1913 and 1914, Montanna Max was a lovely boy with a violent upbringing. His childhood consisted of routine beatings from his father, stemming from his alchaholic nature. Max blamed it on his mother, who worked as a prostitute who didn't try to hide it, going so far as to recieve clients in the family home. Max grew a seething anger toward his mother from the day he could think for himself. His happy nature being destroyed by his shame of his mother. His father seemed troubled constantly, his will constantly doused by the alchahol, he never protested against his mother's actions. He supported his family, Max would later find out about his father's 'mistresses' adding onto his already existing shame. Reaching his teens, he wasn't afraid of his father anymore, in fact, the beatings seemed to stop apart from once a month. Though hating his father for his lack of gall to speak his mind around his mother, he was upset when his father passed away on the frontlines of the german army. His mother seemed to shed a tear for her previous lover, she went back to her usual lifestyle, if not she started recieving more customers. Though upset by his father's death he took heart and pride in his father being killed whilst supporting his country and his family.
Not being physically or mentally possible to contain his hatred and anger anymore, Max took up his father's pistol. During one of a client's routine visit, he did not hesitate to gun down both her and her client. He did not shed a tear, in fact his laughter could be heard along the entire street as his mother lay bleeding out staring in shock at what had become of her son. The days that followed, he would wander the streets, he would return to the house at times to gather food and change his clothing but he generally tried to avoid the home altogether. The pistol his only and constant companion. During one of these ventures he had an epiphany, he felt such pleasure and elation to killing, what if he was to join Adolf Hitler's army of revolution? What if he was to be put on the frontlines or in command of so many lives. Complete and total dominance over whether an individual lived or died. He wasted no time after the thought was planted in his head. After all, when he had something in his mind, he devoted every waking moment to it. At the age of 19, Montan Max had murdered his mother, witnessed the death of another, threatened the life of individuals and joined the ranks of the third Reich.
Quickly rising in rank after surviving the nigh on impossible missions and operations, backstabbing and scheming, Max finally rested in the position of First Lietenant. On one of the many operations the Major was involved in, he was gunned down by a foot soldier, refusing to become a foot soldier with extreme stubborness, Herr Doktor and Hans retrieved him from the battlefield. The Doktor manage to come up with a compromise, following the experimentation of a cyborg-like body, Herr Major, in no health to refuse, the Dktor made the xecutive decision to transfer much of the Major's will, thoughts and the like into the body rather than have him die. Being one of Hitler's well known men and being watched with everything he done, he was quickly given his last command by Hitler, he was placed in charge of a special order. Issued by Hitler himself on 1941, special order #666. It was generally a top-secret project that was coveted above all, it was an attempt to perfect the artificial vampirisation of the german army. One year before WWII ended, the operation would be attempted to be shut down by Hellsing's agents, a young Walter Dornez and nosferatu Alucard all out attacked the operation but with precision in Poland. Believed to have ended their plans, they left it alone. A sore left alone is bound to rot though, it only proved to be a minor setback, the operation would continue even through the end of the war. Herr Major as he was now known by, did not see it as a loss, he saw it as progress, he took the opportunity to go under the radar for the good part of 30 years.
Retreating to South America, generally scarred but the operation continued. He had started the line of artificial vampires and it would not stop. Other, surviving Nazi officers with a higher rank than the Major, claimed their allegiance but once reaching the site of the operations they would attempt to exert nonexistant authority. Herr Major's agents quickly dispatched of all opposition, sparking the fear they would know for the rest of their lives. Herr Major took control of all surviving members of the third Reich and enlisting even going so far as to forcibly enlist those who resisted, Major built his army bit by bit. Each and every one of them becoming a monster to be reckoned with. Major still wishes to create an ever lasting war, the nonexistence of purpose, being his purpose. He will not stop until he recieves such a war, even then...
RP sample: The major had been twiddling his thumbs for the last half hour, whistling a merry tune as he watched bodies flying everywhere on the moniter. The gore splattered the camera as a limb flew past it.
Surely it iz not ztill in progress Herr Doktor? Hans being away, 'dealing with something' and Schrodinger nearby, technically it was just the Dok and him, apart from the occasional mocking cam the Dok's way from Schrodinger. To which Herr Major couldn't help but chuckle from time to time.
You vhere given zhe right amount of time, weren't you? Herr Major, 'tiz ready for zhe required pupose...but zhe resultz may very vell vary. ooo zhall ve test it zhen? zhall ve test it on live subjects? Ofcourse, vhat do you 'ave in mind Major? Herr Major continued whistling his merry tune as his mind got lost on a trail of thought.
I have a feelink, zhat... Herr Doktor, hanging off his every word waited for the Major to finish.
I have a feelink zhat our opponents vould love to help you test your new subject Herr Doktor. I zink I might just use our operation zhat is just about to be undervay. It vould be ze perfect test vould it not Herr Doktor?Me Herr Major? I zink zhat is a vonderful idea my leige, I'm glad, I zink ve shall vait for Hans to return to share vith him this most vonderful news. Oh Herr Majoooor! Schrodinger's voice interrupted the Major's current thoughts. Turning toward Schrodinger, he needn't have asked a question as Hans himself entered into the room, his silence a comfirmation of his success.
Oh Hans! Ve vere just talkink abouchu, vhat say you to use operation red lance vith Herr Doktor's new experiment? ,still standing at the entrance with a blank expression Han's face was mostly hidden by his collar.
Exzellent! Ve shall begin tonight Zhen? Zhat is very goot. Herr Doktor, you shall get zhe creation transport ready to go to London? Herr Doktor nodded his consent and withdrew from the room, heading toward his labs. Looking from Hans to Schrodinger he was till humming that merry tune.
Schrodinger my boy, could you get zhe sqvaud members I have zelected for operation red lance? Right avay Herr Major! Good day Hans... Looking back across to Hans for but a second, he looked back to find Schrodinger gone.
Very goot... Hans...vould you be so kind az to accompany me to zhe briefing room? They left the observatory, hands in pockets, the Herr Major, apparently reachng the climax in his private little tune.
Reaching the slightly small room in comparison to many other rooms on the airship, Herr Major seated himself at the head in the stunning silence. Hans had placed himself at his all to familiar position in the corner of the room, having full view of the room from there. The tune had stopped leaving nothing but a slight grin and the Major sitting at the table with his hands knit together. It didn't take long before he heard the rush of feet as the soldiers attempted to reach the room before they physically could. Looking slightly to his left, Schrodinger propped his feet up on the table with no care in the world.
Zankyou Schrodinger... With an off-handed gesture, the Major returned to his perusing of the document holding the operation in front of him. All of the soldiers being present and ready they saluted and stood before him.
Sieg Heil!.
Gentlemen und... leaving the statement unsaid he continued with the rest of it.
I assume you haf knowledge as to vhy you haf been summoned? The Major continued despite his own question, they would know better than to respond while the Major spoke.
Operation Red lance lance no less! For you service you shall feed on zhe blood of your prey, you shall be rewarded vith zhe fear you shall put into the hearts of Miss Integra's minions, You shall be Alucard's breakfast if you shall fail.
If success ist vhat you gain, then zhe glory of var is vhat you shall get! Do not disappoint me...any qvuestions? They were to be the ones that tested Doktor's new experiment, alongside Hellsing's dogs. The long silence that followed afterwards allowed Hans to grab ahold of the situation, dismissing them, they rushed off to their next destination.
Not large enough to be considered a var eh Schrodinger? All the links shall come together will they not Herr Major? Schrodinger's rhetoric gave away his complete faith in the Major's plan.
Subject: Herr Major 
