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Name: Captain Hans Günsche
Age: 177 years old Born: 27/4/1838
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Human Form:
He’s well-built and quite stocky but not overly so; he stands at the height of six foot eleven inches weighs 250 pounds. His face rarely shows emotion but he normally shows emotion and any changes of it through his eyes. They change to red when he’s experiencing powerful emotion. He is clean shaven and doesn’t display facial hair. His body language is usually laid back but threatening. His face is sharp and hard, though his jacket normally conceals this along with the cap this makes his face extremely hard to see. Although when he's not wearing this it becomes clear that his hair is almost grey, yet slightly blonde if you look at it hard enough. Though his hair is extremely pale in colour, his skin is extremely pale with a slightly darkened colour to it a blemished white. It's unusually thin, being quite disheveled it shows he doesn't care much about his physical appearance; least of all his hair.
His teeth in human form aren't usually seen, this is mainly due to the fact that he never opens his mouth to speak. But when he dies we see that his teeth are quite regularly sized except for fairly large incisors; this helps to reflect his monstrous werewolf powers. Though when his full face it is shown his jaw line is strong like most of his features.
Humanoid:
He becomes a classic ‘wolf man’ he sprouts silver untidy fur, his height increases to about 7 feet 6 inches, while his hands and possibly his feet take on a clawed paw like appearance. His eyes turn red; he retains all his abilities in this form. He grows a muzzle and wolf ears, his muscles become slightly more pronounced while he fills out his coat a lot more. Otherwise it’s slightly baggy on him.
Feral/Wolf Form:
His fur tends to be slightly more white than silver in this form. On all fours he’s still far bigger than Seras, he stands over ten feet tall on all fours. His Fur becomes slightly messy, while in mist wolf form though. Energy seems to crackle along his furs while his limbs take on a distorted look, while his fur seems to ripple.
Clothing of choice: A plain Green M42 greatcoat decorated at the top of the left arm with the Nazi Eagle, an officers cap adorned with the totenkopf symbol, it is Slightly creased due to age. The peak is slightly brown-ish; he is usually seen wearing brown leather gloves. He also has Brown combat boots, dulled down due to the fact that uniform isn’t usually ironed or boots polished when attack or combat is expected. Adding to this he has standard green combat trousers that are tidy and whole. Yet again aren’t ironed. His great coat is extremely long at the back reaching his heels. The one material possession that he seems to value is his dog tags, he always makes sure they're tucked underneath his uniform; he never takes them off.
Weaponry of choice: He carries two modified Mauser C96s with elongated barrels, Specifications:
Effective range 300-400m [2]
Feed system 10 round internal magazine fed by stripper clip or removable magazine
Sights V-notch rear tangent sight adjustable up to 1000 meters, inverted V front sight
Cartridge 7.63 x 25mm Mauser
Muzzle: Modified to a metre in length (doubles range)
One 14 inch long German Gun Bayonet.
Race: Elder Lycanthrope
Abilities: Lycanthropes who have either lived long enough (one-hundred and seventy years at least) to mature into these powerful werewolves, or those who possess the same abilities as one due to their development. They are the epitome of Lycanthropy, just as the True Nosferatu is the epitome of vampirism. As such, they are regarded as the highest class there is, and are often powerful in their own right. They have no need for a guardian and can fend for themselves though and though. Traits: Steel-like skin (The Captains skin could stand Walters wires being wrapped around his neck, they can rip through steel), weakness to blessed and silver weaponry, instantaneous regeneration, massive super strength, agility, stamina, reflexes, durability and senses, ability to transform into a Lycanthrope (humanoid wolf form, feral form, beast form), the ability to transform back into a human when willed. He is also able to turn into mist, this is shown when he's fighting Seras. He is also an expert in hand to hand combat.
Organization: Millennium
Personality: He never speaks, alongside this he barely ever shows signs of emotion. But in his own way he is a stoic and loyal individual, this is shown by the fact that he always carries out orders. His expression really changes. Partly due to the fact he doesn’t care about communicating, ever since he was given to the Major he has gotten used to taking orders more and more. His world revolves around this so he is more than willing to defend it. He clings to this; it’s his one last link to the world. But no matter what he's doing he's always mindful of his own code of honor to people he considers worthy of compassion, this is shown when he gives Heinkel a first aid kit after putting a hole in her cheek rather than kill her.
One of his defining features though is his urge to end it all, he finds the world and the constant fighting depressing. He wants to end it all. This is shown when he gives Seras the means to kill him, he just wants to die in a way that he can be proud of. He doesn't like the immortality, finding the prospect of being around forever daunting. Proving this is his death. He only looked happy and showed emotion when he was about to die, it was the one time he was free of everything.
He doesn’t get angry or upset he keeps himself under control, it’s how he survives. He has to carry out orders so in response he simply ceases to care. It’s his protection mechanism. By not caring then he can’t be hurt by anything. When he tried to speak
Rank: Hauptsturmführer
Biography: Hans Günsche was born in 1840 to two pureblood werewolves; The Captain was taught from a young age that it’s better to listen than speak. Aside from this he also learnt to keep away from people unless they were to recognise him for what he was. Yet he opened up to another child once when he was six, and he made a friend. Yet soon afterward his parents realised what was going on, Hans was beaten severely for that incident. And every time he tried to see his friend after that it happened again, he learnt the lesson quickly. Friends and emotional attachment meant nothing but pain. Soon after his fifteenth birthday though with a present he always kept with him afterwards, his dog tags. They were found; a slayer that had come from the Vatican the fight was bitter but in the end the Iscariot was killed, but Hans’s parents died defending their son. He was left alone, yet he survived on pure willpower.
That and the things he was taught as a child. No friends no relationships or attachments, after that incident he ceased to speak. The fear of the same thing happening again shocked him into becoming a mute. He had the idea in his head that if he did speak then the same would happen to him, he associated the act of speaking with his parents slaying. After a while he just found it more comfortable not to speak. It made things easier; you stayed out of silly things like arguments and social lives.
At the age of 84 Hans realised that things were going wrong for his country, people were out of work and it was becoming harder for him to find work. So like a lot of other people he turned to an extremist party. Specifically the Nazi Party of Adolf Hitler, persuaded by the speeches and the promise of freedom and an end to the treaty of Versaille he signed up for the SS, Hitler’s personal bodyguard his strength and physical prowess got him a place quite easily.
In 1923 after the Munich Putsch failed he was left languishing in a jail until 1933, when Hitler came to power he was released from his cell and was put back into an SS uniform. In that same year he took part in the night of the long knives and became one of the party’s greatest weapons. The way the Nazi party viewed the world didn’t appeal to the Captain but like most he’d seen the country on its knees. But now he had a future that was the main thing, having something to live for meant more than anything else. And that could’ve been ripped away if he didn’t listen to his party and his Fuhrer.
In 1938 though something happened that reinforced his loyalty to the party. When news spread around the world of Kristallnacht, Hans realised he was completely tied to Hitler and the Nazi’s. His opinions ceased to matter on the subject of anything. Only Hitler was keeping him from trials for the things he did. He’d never felt so powerless, so after that his voice just seemed to leave him.
So when the war started he was more than willing to go into the Waffen-SS, he was put on the front line. In all the battles he survived without using his wolf form. But in a bloody field near Paris his unit was outnumbered, he did the only thing he could. Choosing to turn into his gigantic wolf form he charged the allied forces that had amassed. He crushed them in minutes; every man there was crushed by the werewolf. And after that there wasn’t any hiding his secret, he was immediately taken out of combat after that incident.
In 1942 he was handed over to a scientist known simply as ‘the doctor’ he was experimented on for months due to the fact the man wanted to expand his knowledge of the supernatural. It was helpful to the project, the more known about the supernatural the more chance FREAKS would become a reality.
He was put through all sorts of horrors in the doctor’s bunker, he had his identity stripped away and replaced with one thing. Loyalty to the Major, the Major above all, it was the only thing that mattered to him after the pain had been stopped. And after months had gone by he was handed to the head of the project as a gift, a perfect guard that would never let him perish.
Millennium was shattered though in Warsaw Poland when two Hellsing Operatives a 14 year old Walter and the Vampire Alucard destroyed the facility. Sending Millennium into exile, the fruits of years of work were destroyed and the survivors were sent running
After the end of the war, he accompanied the Major into exile in South America. He helped to build Millennium back from the ground up. Using the doctors surviving research an army of FREAKS was soon amassed. But Britain was remembered and in 1999 Millennium was prepared to take revenge, long overdue revenge.
During the Invasion of England while trying to capture Walter, The Captain was confronted by Alucard and Father Anderson. Upon seeing the strength of the two and Alucard’s counter, The Captain backed off. He needed to be alive, not dead after a fight. He decided he’d pick the time of the fight. No-one else would intrude on a fight between him and the Vampire that’d almost destroyed The Major all those years ago.
RP sample: Standing to The Majors right, the captain was ready for a fight. The full moon was ever so close and it was driving him insane. The FREAK was giving a report on a recent clash with some Hellsing operatives in Asia, It
Und zere is no’ing to do eer he didn’t normally find a problem with guarding the Major. But it was just too frustrating hearing about all the carnage without getting to join in. He had self-control but lately he had been kept in for too long. The war in London had woken up something he’d thought dead for a long time. Now his dark passenger was back; and ready to reap destruction on the world.
He kept his outside passive though and tucked his head more into his coat; he had to concentrate on what was going on. If he didn’t then who knew what might happen. There was a slight draft as the Doctor entered the room. He immediately went up to the Major, “You need to send reinforcements” he didn’t try and conceal the impatience in his voice.
“Well, we might as well go there directly” He turned to face Captain Hans “Prepare for Battle”
Staring blankly back giving no response Hans made his way towards the barracks section, towards his Billet. Within a few hours he’d be in battle.
Humming as he dropped from the blimp the captain was empty as always this didn’t mean a thing to him but he had to do it. He wasn’t in the position to question orders; he hit the ground and walked towards the closest vampire. His hand snapped forwards and caught his opponent in the neck. Without breaking stride he killed his first opponent.
hopefully one of these weaklings will end it for meTwo more came towards him, his pistol came out
BANG! BANG!
dust to dust then he saw the main challenge. Running forwards he saw what he was sure must be a class A vampire. His foot came up in an arc. The attack was blocked. A gun came up firing.
Hans grunted as the bullets burst out his body, the holes closed as soon as they appeared.
He turned to mist. Blazing around his opponent he went for a killing blow, his hand went through its chest. It turned to dust. Looking around grimly The Captain went pressed forwards. It’d never end, never.
9th November 1938
Hans Marched In the front rank, his rifle shouldered and his uniform pressed. The blazing of the drums delighted the animal inside of him. Without realising it Hans’s mouth opened as all the SS voices roared up in song. It was the only thing he seemed to open his mouth for now days the national anthem:
“Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält.
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt,
|: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt!
”
The bangs grew louder echoing, throughout the street people closed their windows they didn’t want to see. The cobblestones belied the sounds of highly polished drill boots, blazingly shiny in the light of the red setting sun.
“Halt”
Everything stopped the men had reached their destination. They had been smashing up shops all day, but this was the real deal. The Untermensch there were armed. It seems that they wanted to ‘try it on’ with the SS.
“Herr’s Hans, und Sigmund, und Galrich” the drill sergeant nodded at the three of them in the front rank “get in zere, Now!”
The three of them dismissed, the sounds of their boots were perfectly co-ordinated. The oaken door into the house was cracked and damaged but stood. He kicked it open with a kick, his face unchanging. The house smelled strongly of booze, and he detected a hint of stale urine. Walking into the living room he gestured to the other two to go check upstairs. He smelled fear here, the room stank of it.
The place was sparsely furnished and a tall cupboard stood in the corner, the scent was seeping from there. He raised his rifle, and pulled the trigger. His bullet sailed in and there was a small exhale of breath. Then the smell of blood permeated the air and filled his nostrils. He walked slowly towards it and opened the door, inside was dead little girl. She was wearing a red dress, giving an exhale of breath Hans was lost for words, he couldn’t speak. He fell to his knees. Was his freedom from shackles worth this?
Subject: Captain Hans Temp [FINISHED] 
