Have you seen the OVA or read the manga series of Hellsing?
Have seen all of them and finished reading the manga. I started reading Hellsing Dawn
Name: Rictor Van Schultz
Age: He thinks he is some where around 90
Gender: Male
Physical appearance Rictor is a very thin man his weight is 130lbs and he is 5 foot 11 inches tall. he apears to be around the age of 50. He has long neck length grey hair and a think beard from his chin up to his sideburns . He has no mustache leaving the part of his face under his nose uncovered. Rictors nose is rather large and has a bit of a point at the end. His eyes are a crimson red. They are usely kind looking but also always have a bit of a sad look to them. He has crows feet around his eyes. He has many stress wrinkles through out his checks and forehead. His eye brows are bushy and thicker closer to his eyes and begin to thin the farther from his eyes. Rictor usely has a bit of a half smile. There is a large bit mark scar left on his lift arm a little ways up past the wrist. His skin is appears to be normal for the most part just aged,
Clothing of choice: He usely wears a black western tuxedo with a grey vest and red trench coat covering it. The coat reaches his knees in length. He usely has some kind of odd looking tie that doesn't match the out fit on. Often a tie with stripes light blue and dark blue . His coats pockets are deep for holding gold coins ( some times two gold bars) which he often uses to buy his way out of things. His feet are covered by thick steel toed boots a dark black color. He some time wears a white flower in his suit. He has a pair of reading glasses that he only wears when either managing his fiancés or reading a long book such as the bible.
Weaponry of choice: either his thin silver sword hidden inside of his cane ( about 12 inches in width and 50 inches long the blade is made of steal and silver with gold trim around the cross handle. The handle is in the shape of a cross. Along the cane its self is the words Jesus Christ rules for ever and ever Amen) or explosives (usely C4) . But most of all he favors words often trying to talk his way out of everything.
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Race: Werewolf
Abilities: Human form. Rictor is very skilled with his sword. Having bastardizes these styles (Fencing, Iaido and Kendo) to create his own. He is a horrible cook often making meals that no mortal should ever eat. He can speak Russian, German and English. He has a good understanding of the use of C4 often his last resort. He knows how to ballroom dance. He can not use a guns he is tied with the Major for worst marks man ever. (Any one who finished the OVA know what I am talking about). He is a decent painter.
Werewolf abilities great weakness to blessed and silver weaponry (fatal), regeneration (takes up to 20 posts max to regenerate major wound damage such as limb loss), meager super strength, agility, stamina, reflexes, durability and senses, inability to either transform into a human or werewolf (depending on how they were at first) though only with the aid of the full moon.
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Personality: He often plays a relaxed persona at all times even in combat. He often plays the part of a fool falling over things and saying the wrong things at the wrong time. He some times use the cane to play it as a weakness claiming to not be able to walk with out it. (often waiting for the perfect moment to strike). Rictor loves to play the part of a weak man. In truth this outward persona is all a facade. Rictor use it to either play his enemies in to a trap or to judge the character of others. He has no taste for pride but he does believe in honor. One of his best traits is that he is a faithful friend. He can be both very kind and very cruel depending on the moment.
He is very faithful to God and dislikes when others speak unkind of him. His faith in God what has kept him alive most of his life. He hates to see children in pain. Rictor often takes on the role of a father figure.
He hates all forms of guns except RPGs and other rocket based weapons. The reason he has a silver sword is because he fears him self. The blades main reason for being is to take his own life should he ever become a true monster. He is plagued by depression although he try's to not let it show. He lost the love of his life at a young age and is torment by the moment for the rest of his life. Because of this the closet form of love he shows is that of a father or brother. Some times leading to him coming off as condescending to others. From time to time he drinks vodka to deal with his depression leading to him making a true fool of him self or giving advice form moments of his own life.
His favorite foods are stake, pizza and any form of cake. He can not stand self help books and often goes out of the way to destroy them. (some times even buying them in the tons only to latter burn them) Rictor was born in to a rich family and has manage to remain wealthy by smart investments.
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Biography: Rictor's native land was Germany. Rictor was born in to a wealthy family and spent most of his early life being raised to be a proper gentleman. He became greatly invested in his faith having been baptized at the age of 16. He spent the next two years planning to become a priest. However around the age of 18 he met a young woman named Michele. Who he fell in love with and planned to marry. This lead to him backing out of his life long dream. Rictor and Michele spent the next 3 years courting. This was the happiest years of Rictors life. This how ever fell apart when she was murdered. Her killer was never found and Rictor blames him self still to this day for not being there. Rictor still has dreams of Michele being alone and crying out to him as she laid bleeding to death on a dirt road.
This lead to him looking for a reason to die. He joined the German army and ended up in world war one. While he found out that he was a skilled traction he also learned that he was never meant to fire a gun. Out of the whole war he never killed on man with a firearm. He did find himself fascinated with the use of explosives and artily. All and all his time during WW1 was spent mostly blowing up German artily to avoid it falling in to enemy hands.
After WWI Germany was left in a hopeless poor state . This lead to the rise of the Nazis. As their power grew Rictor became more and more fearful of what was happening to his native land. Finally he fled to Russia. Along the way Rictor and his servants where attacked by a large wolf like best leaving only Rictor alive. He was found by a famer half dead. The farmer and his family help Rictor to recover and for once he had hoped he had found some peace as he lived with them. This was soon end when he became a beast on the full moon and ripped them apart. Rictor soon learned what he had become fled deep in to the mountains of Russia to avoid all other humans, After many years of self pity and fear he finally came to view him self as a weapon of God and decided to live among society once more. Taking on the Name Rictor Van Schultz he set out to restore his vast wealth and work for the bettering of human kind.
RP sample: Rictor walked in to the diner slowly smiling kindly at any who made eye contact. He appeared to be in a rather cheerful mood tapping his cane into the ground. He waited at his table for a bit before finally being greeted by the waitress. He quickly eyed her over taking notice of her light blonde hair and blue eyes and most of all her name tag. Her name was May he had talked to her a few time over his last few visit . But never the less he still introduce him self in the way he always did. "Hello my dear my name is Rictor Van Schultz " The woman smiled " Why yes I remember you what would you like have today" She had seen him just a few days ago and found it some what funny that he always introduced him self that even though he had visited the same diner for the past 4 months every Friday. "Ill have a the cheese pizza my dear May" Rictor said. " Would you like to try are new white cake "May asked. " Why yes said Rictor over joyfully. He though to him self he always did like this waitress she was always kind to him. He looked around the diner watching the people around him. He had took notice of a family setting of to the far corner. A man with short dark hair he had a bit of a tan and his wife with long twisted red hair wearing a pick sundress . They had a young daughter who could not have been older then five she was fusing and throwing food at the man on the other side of them. Rictor had began to drift of in to his thoughts reflecting on how his life could have been when he was suddenly intruded by May bring him his meal.
Rictor had hung around the diner for about 2 hours before heading back to his sweet. All was going as normal Then all of a sudden he could hear a scream a high voices crying out in the distance. He ran quickly to check it out. Down the snow covered road he had went in to a small ally way. He could smell blood he knew the scent all to well. There stood a Pale skinned man with red eyes. He had one a simple black Shirt and some dark blue jeans. his hair was spiked up and he had what appeared to be fangs coming from his mouth. He was feeding on a young woman. She had dark skin and straight flat dark hair. She couldn't have been over 20.
Rictor walk down the ally towards the man shouting at him " Hey let that woman go now !" The vampire replied " who the fuck are you old man. Get out of here your not worth my time. You don't even smell right for fucks sake." Rictor swung his cane at the man only to be thrown back landing flat on his back side in the snow. "I told you should have left old man but now your times up you fucking dried up sack of blood." The Vampire said as he ran Rictor. He ran his hand through Rictors shoulder spilling his blood and the throwing him in to the air. Rictor caught him self pressing his legs against the wall he was sent flying for. The Vampire continued his attack leaping at Rictor. But Rictor had counted on this a rage filled attack with out thought. Rictor used his legs to push him self off the wall. He had drawn his blade from his cane and had swung it across the charging vampires lower half splitting him in two. " What the fuck is that silver why the fuck would you have silver ?! Damn you old sack of shit damn you." The vampire screamed has he lay dying. His guts spilled all over the ally blood covering the walls. Rictor stood up and bowed his head. " Dear heavenly father please have mercy on this foolish being." Rictor pick up the half dead woman and carried her to the hospital before heading home and patching his wound.
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