Darius Cerva (attempt 2 and a half!!!!!!!!!!)

Darius Cerva 2.5!!!!
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.  [u]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.
As a matter of fact, I have seen episodes 1-9 of the OVA, as well as read 1-10 of the manga, so I feel like I'm fairly well read on this side of the series. However, I would still like to read the dawn next.

Name: Darius Cerva
Age: 23 years old, as of 2004
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:
Darius is 5'11, weighing at about 170 pounds. He is a Caucasian, although his parents claimed that he is part Cherokee. His hair is short; just touching the top of his ears. The color of his hair, is a light brown, almost dirty blonde. His eyes, a soft shade of green. Beneath them, Darius has very dark shadows under his eyes, due to lack of sleep, and constantly staying up all night doing homework in high school. His nose size is quite normal, as well as it's angle being almost perfectly forward (as opposed to stereotypical rich folk wrinkling their noses in the air from the cartoons I used to watch). His ears are also quite normal sized. His mouth, usually tight and naturally forms a straight line, thus making him look serious to many people that have not introduced themselves to him. As for his build, Darius is not the most muscular man in the world, but he still is not necessarily obese. As a matter of fact, he has an exceptionally skinny stomach size, while his legs are the only toned thing about him, due to his high school years of track, soccer, and baseball. He also wears no facial hair on his face at the moment. (For any strange questions, Darius is not in high school, he graduated at 17/18. Some of the things that mention high school, are simply features that stuck).

After the attack, Darius lost the tip of his left pinky finger, and has a large amount of scratch marks running along the sides and back of his body. IN WEREWOLF FORM: Darius stands 7 feet tall, his fur an even lighter brown compared to the hair atop his human head. His eyes are a piercing crimson color, unlike many of his werewolf brethren. In this form, Darius is still missing a piece of his left hand pinky finger, or at least, the equivalent of a pinky finger. There is a slight discoloration of fur on his spine, where a dark patch of fur runs by like a lone stripe on his back.

Clothing Of Choice: For England's everyday weather of "miserably cloudy," Darius wears light blue jeans. His top consists of a plain white t-shirt, and over it, a black and red wind blazer. His sneakers a darker red than his usual jacket, made perfectly to stand out in a crowd. For colder weather, Darius tends to overdress, so in 30 degree weather, you would catch him wearing a winterized SPYDER skiing jacket.

Weapon Of Choice: While Darius may not be a big fighter, he would always find a way out of a sticky situation. His older brother had taught him to shoot multiple guns, including the HK416, Remmington M870, and an HK45. All of which are not I. His possession. The only reliable weapon he currently has is an M7 bayonet, the only gift he has ever received from his grandfather. The bayonet piece is a stainless steel blade, with somewhat dull sides, seeing how the blade is meant for stabbing rather than hacking and slashing. The entire piece is roughly 1 and a half feet in length.

Race: Darius is a werewolf cub.

Abilities: werewolves who have just started up in life. Often referred to as half-Lycans, these Lycans are either unable to transform into humans or into werewolves. This condition can be satiated through devouring a few meals. They are highly sensitive to the full moon and act accordingly.
Traits: 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. Outside of the rage filled beast that lurks within him, Darius is a lover of books, and an avid reader of fantasy novels and comic books. He speaks German, French, and English beautifully, English being his native language. His father, having been a police officer, taught him to use a handgun on his sixteenth birthday. At a young age, Darius was athletic, but lost that Ashe grew older, focusing more on computers. His extra curricular activities taught him basic wiring, engineering, and mechanics. While he doesn't know how to drive a car, he does know how to drive and operate a motorcycle.

Organization: n/a for now.

Personality: Even as a boy, Darius had enjoyed a good read. Whilst many of his childish likes went away, reading was the only thing that he kept. Darius, has a very dark sense of humor, as well as a large amount of knowledge in history. He mainly stuck to the era of the French and American revolutions, and how one action from one war was an immediate cause or effect of the other side. With these thoughts, Darius saw that it doesn't matter who is pulling the strings, but the man in charge has a strange way of keeping balance. The idea of the supernatural coexisting with human kind did not frighten him, but made him want to plunge even deeper down the rabbit hole. Darius tends to act friendly, especially around people he hasn't aquatinted himself with. He takes orders from whoever it is that intends to protect him, in exchange for his services. While all smiles, Darius has just put up an act to help further manipulate someone in the future. He would never attempt to do that to his friends, but merely someone who he could see taking charge one day. In the heat of combat, Darius may so something completely uncalled for and charge head first into a battle they could not win, or he would kill his own allies to make himself look good in front of the winners, and perhaps be spared. He isn't the most trustworthy individual, but that is what happens to a person that was chewed up and spit out by the harsh irony that is the world. While his newfound powers were a shock to Darius, he welcomes the comfort of the beast within him taking over and quenching it's thirst for battle, rather than destroy his insides for not releasing it. His heightened senses came as an even bigger shock, with Darius becoming self conscious of any odor that originates from him. Thus becoming quite interestingly insane about cleanliness.

Rank: n/a

Biography: Darius Cerva was born to a family of Italian Americans in 1981. Nothing was particularly supernatural about them, although their ancestry had originally lived in Rome before immigrating to America. In the first few years of his student life, Darius had a perfectly normal life. His brother, who was 18 when Darius first started school, enlisted in the military and left before he knew what was happening. Making friends was relatively easy for him, strange name or not. At least, until middle school. There, he immediately plunged downward in popularity. He went from the kid with the cool name, to the comic book nerd with a weird name. After his 3 years of torture, Darius and his family moved from Astoria, Queens, in New York, to Illinois. While his parents loved their old lives in New York, they found that they had better working opportunities, as well as a fresh start in school for their son. While he had a much better time in school there, his mother and father had fought relentlessly, on and off for the rest of his stay with them (fighting happened all the time in their old house, but moving had made it worse, seeing how his mother wanted to stay close to her family, and the nearest one was in New York.) constant accusations and random arguments pick up from a simple "how was your day?" It was always some strange delusion that the two of them had, that one was falling out of love with the other, even though saying it meant that they had fealt the same way. While in high school, Darius shut himself out of the world, indulging himself in books of fantasy and other great works of literature. He also met a young man (same age as him at the time), by the name of Sam Gravich. Being the son of a mechanic, Sam wanted to follow his father into the business, and take over after he retired. At the peak of his curiosity, Darius learned to repair motor vehicles, as well as purchased his first motor cycle. When the fighting got worse, Darius looked for experimental forms of relief. Drugs, while helping him relax, only made his life worse, so he quit. His brother, who had come home to help him out of his spiraling depression. Doing the only thing he could do, Nicholas Cerva took his brother from his terrible life at home to a slightly better environment, to live with him a short way away from that same house. While being around it still made him anxious, Darius was given a fresh start in life. 1 year later, Darius had returned to his former self, and was almost convinced into enlisting as well. Even though he knew he was not cut out for that form of duty. In stead, he had his sights set for becoming a police officer, which made his brother more than happy. He was taken to shooting ranges, given multiple books on law and the criminal mind, and within his final year of staying with his brother, he had his life all planned out... Until that terrible day, when his brother was found dead in a back alley a mere two blocks away from his home.

After hearing that Nicholas was mugged and shot, as well as attacked by a canine that was most likely within the possession of the mugger, Darius was out for blood. Taking all of the weapons that his brother brought home with him from the war, he attempted to kill his brother's killer, but came up short, not finding him. Ashamed of his failure to kill that man, Darius went to England, where his uncle lives. From 18 to 23, he took up a part time job at a book store, as well as began his studies at Saint George's university of London. After staying late one day to take stock, his walk home went from quiet to supernatural. Multiple howls in the night sky echoed throughout the night sky, as multiple footsteps were heard closing in on his position. With little notice, the wolf pounced him, and bit at the arm that came to intercept it's oncoming attack. With the killing blow set to finish Darius off, the wolf came a mere inches away from his throat, the blade of the young vampire Hyaskus sliced into its stomach. With one swift blow, the head of the werewolf was cut clean off its neck. Before Hyaskus could introduce himself, Darius passed out. After disposing of the werewolf body, Hyaskus looked over the body of the newly infected werewolf, considering killing putting him out of his misery before he turns and kills countless innocent. But a sense of guilt ran through him; while being a very mortal emotion, Hyaskus felt lonely, and could possibly make a companion out of him, if he got his powers under control. For the next week, Darius was in the hospital, being treated for his wounds. The next week in recovery, he spent home, while under the care of his aunt, who attempted to cure his newfound sickness. In his condition, he could not fend off the sickness until the day he was forced to go back to work, injured or not.

https://nightshaderpg.rpg-board.net/t3030-interesting-reunion

more in the bio please

ok
I can't really think of much more to write, but I will go ahead and bullshit a bit more...

Darius Cerva wrote:

Name: Darius Cerva

Age: Darius is 22 years old, as of 2004.

Gender: Male

He seems like a person.

NOT wrote:

Physical Appearance: Darius is 6'1; his eyes a light brown color, matching his hair color as well. His eyes, although lighthearted at times, are attentive and observing. He also has a 5 o'clock shadow at the moment. His hair is short; hanging just below his ears. He weighs 195 pounds, with little to no muscles. Just below his left armpit are the scars from his first encounter with a werewolf: a scratch mark from his lower armpit to his rib cage, as well as teeth marks on his shoulder.

In his alternative form as a werewolf, Darius stands 7 and a half feet tall on his hind legs. The fur, which covers his whole body, matches his hair color. His eyes are a a piercing gold, filled with ferocity and rage. His only defining feature in this form is a black patch of hair stretching from his left ear to his forehead.

Is this a guy who is obese?



Seriously, that's pretty rare. Lacking some defined details, though, so I'd like some more specific elements, especially in the face.

Eat at Joe's wrote:

Clothing Of Choice: Darius wears a red hooded sweatshirt underneath a leather jacket or blazer. He wears dark blue jeans with this outfit. He also wears black and red jogging sneakers. If weather is crappy, he wears boots rather than the sneakers.

Seems a little short. Wanting a bit more detail.

Pinch wrote:

Weapon Of Choice: At his stage of lycanthropy, Darius is both confused by his power and afraid of it. He carries a 9 millimeter pistol, which is concealed beneath his jeans, within a holster hidden on his left leg. The pistol he uses contains armor piercing rounds, which may or may not help against a supernatural foe. He usually carries no ammunition with hi mother that the 14 rounds within the gun. When in close quarters combat, and not in werewolf form, Darius is known to use a falchion. The falchion is about the same size as his arm, adorned with a small gem at the hilt of his blade. The mid section of his blade discolored from the metallic hue of his blade, mainly due to age.

That's...weird. Is he taking off his pants every time he pulls out his gun? What color is this gem? How much has it discolored?

Questions wrote:

Race: Like I didn't say this multiple times already, Darius is a werewolf. Since he has just been transformed 1 week ago, he is a cub, and has yet to transform into the beast that lies within him.

Bet he does.

Pico de Gallo wrote:

Abilities: outside of the rage filled beast that lurks within him, Darius is a lover of books, and an avid reader of fantasy novels and comic books. He speaks German, French, and English beautifully, English being his native language. His father, having been a police officer, taught him to use a handgun on his sixteenth birthday. At a young age, Darius was athletic, but lost that Ashe grew older, focusing more on computers. His extra curricular activities taught him basic wiring, engineering, and mechanics. While he doesn't know how to drive a car, he does know how to drive and operate a motorcycle.

You've got a list of Lycan powers to add in there.

Mr. Clean wrote:

Organization: At this time, Darius is unaware of any organization whatsoever. Because of this, he is not in one.

Personality: As a young lad, Darius Cerva was far from a fighter. Now, he is willing to do anything he can to survive. Ever since the night he was bitten, he has been off, conflicted as to what he saw, and whether or not he is going insane, or if there is another world shrouded in darkness, filled with warring creatures of the night. The only thing he has left, is his privacy, and the books generously donated to him by a librarian (that might just be involved in the conflict involving his bite). Aside from his paranoia when he is alone, Darius is good at containing his emotions and internalizing his emotions, even if he may have a nervous breakdown in the near future. The only person he has spoken to this past week was the librarian. The only battle he has seen was the one where he was held down and munched on by a giant wolf, so he is pretty traumatized by the idea of fighting one of these creatures.

Rank: n/a

Want some more personality in there. Pretty sparse right now.

Finish line wrote:

Biography: The first 23 years of his life, Darius has had a particularly brand life for that of an American born child.

He's 22 and you just skipped over his whole life...

Damn, son wrote:

His unique name had aroused many questions when he was in school, as well as made him hard to approach. As he got older, however, life became easier. School being the worst problem in his life, while everything in between, was also quite an experience. His parents, fighting every opportunity they got, drove him away fairly quickly. Age 22, he left for as far away as he could get. From Miami, Florida, Darius traveled all the way to France.For the next two years, he is working part time at a local bodega, as well as studying history in college. At the time, Darius had no idea what he would do with a undergraduate's degree in history, but seeing how his passion for the long, bloody details in life. Throughout the time of his stay in France, his only true comforts have been the books. Preferably longer, darker novels and plays. Darius has found his comfort zone in tragedies, like Julius Caesar. It was around late October in the year 2004, a pretty normal night, without a single cloud in sight(accept for the one werewolf mist.... Ask hyaskus). That is where Hyaskus comes in.

You just skipped his whole life. You also can't really seem to decide how old he is.

Needs detail wrote:

It was a Friday night; Darius was coming home from a bar after a depressingly long day at school and work. Streets were surprisingly empty. He was in the process of opening the door to his apartment when it happened. A howl so loud that the entirety of France must have heard it, as a 7 foot tall canine beast pounced him. The creature bit into his extended arm, catching his armpit and tearing downward. The creature was about to tuck into Darius's exposed throat when a sword pierced through its stomach. With one clean sweep, the blade cut clean through the neck of the creature, decapitating it. All Darius remembered after that was waking up in a hospital, being congratulated on surviving and barraged with questions. This past week, Darius has been isolating himself in his small apartment, for fear of actually having a nervous breakdown. In case of an unwanted, perhaps supernatural threat, Darius has held on to his 9 millimeter handgun, that he had taken from his father upon departing one final time. Nothing to keep him company, but the books he had still not returned to the library. (What a badass) This final night, Darius had finally decided to leave the comfort zone of his house, for one book in specific: wolves...
(Darius Cerva has never transformed and only keeps his gun out of fear of this creature returning, the falchion is merely a weapon that was given to him by his grandfather, whom collected weapons.)

France's gun laws are pretty tricky. Not sure he'd be able to hold onto it. Also, this can't have been happening over the span of a week. Hyaskus is no longer in France, and has been in London for quite a while now.

Lol I fucked up with age, I wrote 24 in my notes, but you are completely right. I am lacking quite a handful of details, and I was hoping you could help me fill in the blanks, so thank you.
And as for the part with hyaskus, we had set that up in the rp part, decided France would be an okay area to start me off, and I'm still in the process of reworking my bio.
Once again, details needed.

Also the gun in pants part has been recognizably the source of my immediate sex appeal on this forum, and for some reason, stands out to everyone! (Not that I mind, since quite a few people already read it)

Darius Cerva wrote:

Name: Darius Cerva

Age: 23 years old, as of 2004

Gender: Male

We'll see about all that.

Or will we? wrote:

Physical Appearance:
Darius is 5'11, weighing at about 170 pounds. He is a Caucasian, although his parents claimed that he is part Cherokee. His hair is short; just touching the top of his ears. The color of his hair, is a light brown, almost dirty blonde. His eyes, a soft shade of green. Beneath them, Darius has very dark shadows under his eyes, due to lack of sleep, and constantly staying up all night doing homework in high school. His nose size is quite normal, as well as it's angle being almost perfectly forward (as opposed to stereotypical rich folk wrinkling their noses in the air from the cartoons I used to watch). His ears are also quite normal sized. His mouth, usually tight and naturally forms a straight line, thus making him look serious to many people that have not introduced themselves to him. As for his build, Darius is not the most muscular man in the world, but he still is not necessarily obese. As a matter of fact, he has an exceptionally skinny stomach size, while his legs are the only toned thing about him, due to his high school years of track, soccer, and baseball. He also wears no facial hair on his face at the moment. (For any strange questions, Darius is not in high school, he graduated at 17/18. Some of the things that mention high school, are simply features that stuck).

After the attack, Darius lost the tip of his left pinky finger, and has a large amount of scratch marks running along the sides and back of his body. IN WEREWOLF FORM: Darius stands 7 feet tall, his fur an even lighter brown compared to the hair atop his human head. His eyes are a piercing crimson color, unlike many of his werewolf brethren. In this form, Darius is still missing a piece of his left hand pinky finger, or at least, the equivalent of a pinky finger. There is a slight discoloration of fur on his spine, where a dark patch of fur runs by like a lone stripe on his back.

This has improved.

[pants wrote:

Clothing Of Choice: For England's everyday weather of "miserably cloudy," Darius wears light blue jeans. His top consists of a plain white t-shirt, and over it, a black and red wind blazer. His sneakers a darker red than his usual jacket, made perfectly to stand out in a crowd. For colder weather, Darius tends to overdress, so in 30 degree weather, you would catch him wearing a winterized SPYDER skiing jacket.

This is more detailed.

shirt wrote:

Weapon Of Choice: While Darius may not be a big fighter, he would always find a way out of a sticky situation. His older brother had taught him to shoot multiple guns, including the HK416, Remmington M870, and an HK45. All of which are not I. His possession. The only reliable weapon he currently has is an M7 bayonet, the only gift he has ever received from his grandfather. The bayonet piece is a stainless steel blade, with somewhat dull sides, seeing how the blade is meant for stabbing rather than hacking and slashing. The entire piece is roughly 1 and a half feet in length.

Weird weapon.

shoes wrote:

Race: Darius is a werewolf cub.

Dem cubs.

Eating pants wrote:

Abilities: werewolves who have just started up in life. Often referred to as half-Lycans, these Lycans are either unable to transform into humans or into werewolves. This condition can be satiated through devouring a few meals. They are highly sensitive to the full moon and act accordingly.
Traits: 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. Outside of the rage filled beast that lurks within him, Darius is a lover of books, and an avid reader of fantasy novels and comic books. He speaks German, French, and English beautifully, English being his native language. His father, having been a police officer, taught him to use a handgun on his sixteenth birthday. At a young age, Darius was athletic, but lost that Ashe grew older, focusing more on computers. His extra curricular activities taught him basic wiring, engineering, and mechanics. While he doesn't know how to drive a car, he does know how to drive and operate a motorcycle.

Organization: n/a for now.

That stuff.

Eating shirts wrote:

Personality: For his age, the 23 year old Darius is not a particularly lively, or social person. He still has friends, but he absolutely despises big events and get togethers. The few people that know her well say that his random personality gets him far in the world, but his sense of humor is not always for everyone. The dark, twisted jokes either drive away newcomers, or bring them closer. While he is fine around people of the same sex, girls are completely the opposite. Immediately upon a conversation starting between him and a girl, his hands will become sweaty, and he will practically shake all over. While being friendly most of the time, he can be quite sarcastic, thus pissing off everyone involved. Darius, despite all these things, is very intelligent. While using a computer or playing Metal Gear Solid are all fun, he heavily enjoys sitting down and reading a book.

Rank: n/a

Seems like a child. Want something in there about powers and all that.

Eating shoes wrote:

Biography: Darius Cerva was born to a family of Italian Americans in 1981. Nothing was particularly supernatural about them, although their ancestry had originally lived in Rome before immigrating to America. At birth, he was diagnosed with ADD.

Can't be diagnosed at birth. Also very unlikely he'd be getting that diagnosis in the 80's.

No more eating... wrote:

In the first few years of his student life, Darius had a perfectly normal life. His brother, who was 18 when Darius first started school, enlisted in the military and left before he knew what was happening. Making friends was relatively easy for him, strange name or not. At least, until middle school. There, he immediately plunged downward in popularity. He went from the kid with the cool name, to the comic book nerd with a weird name. After his 3 years of torture, Darius and his family moved from Astoria, Queens, in New York, to Illinois. While he had a much better time in school there, his mother and father had fought relentlessly, on and off for the rest of his stay with them. While in high school, Darius shut himself out of the world, indulging himself in books of fantasy and other great works of literature. He also met a young man (same age as him at the time), by the name of Sam Gravich.

You don't explain why they moved or where these problems came from.

What to eat? wrote:

Being the son of a mechanic, Sam wanted to follow his father into the business, and take over after he retired. At the peak of his curiosity, Darius learned to repair motor vehicles, as well as purchased his first motor cycle. When the fighting got worse, Darius looked for experimental forms of relief. Drugs, while helping him relax, only made his life worse, so he quit. His brother, who had come home to help him out of his spiraling depression. Doing the only thing he could do, Nicholas Cerva took his brother from his terrible life at home to a slightly better environment, to live with him a short way away from that same house. While being around it still made him anxious, Darius was given a fresh start in life. 1 year later, Darius had returned to his former self, and was almost convinced into enlisting as well. Even though he knew he was not cut out for that form of duty. In stead, he had his sights set for becoming a police officer, which made his brother more than happy. He was taken to shooting ranges, given multiple books on law and the criminal mind, and within his final year of staying with his brother, he had his life all planned out... Until that terrible day, when his brother was found dead in a back alley a mere two blocks away from his home.

Ha.

Twist wrote:

After hearing that Nicholas was mugged and shot, as well as attacked by a canine that was most likely within the possession of the mugger, Darius was out for blood. Taking all of the weapons that his brother brought home with him from the war, he attempted to kill his brother's killer, but came up short, not finding him.

What, he thought the guy would just be wearing a sign around his neck proclaiming he killed the guy?

No more eats wrote:

Ashamed of his failure to kill that man, Darius went to England, where his uncle lives. From 18 to 23, he took up a part time job at a book store, as well as began his studies at Saint George's university of London. After staying late one day to take stock, his walk home went from quiet to supernatural. Multiple howls in the night sky echoed throughout the night sky, as multiple footsteps were heard closing in on his position. With little notice, the wolf pounced him, and bit at the arm that came to intercept it's oncoming attack. With the killing blow set to finish Darius off, the wolf came a mere inches away from his throat, the blade of the young vampire Hyaskus sliced into its stomach. With one swift blow, the head of the werewolf was cut clean off its neck. Before Hyaskus could introduce himself, Darius passed out. After disposing of the werewolf body, Hyaskus looked over the body of the newly infected werewolf, considering killing putting him out of his misery before he turns and kills countless innocent. But a sense of guilt ran through him; while being a very mortal emotion, Hyaskus felt lonely, and could possibly make a companion out of him, if he got his powers under control. For the next week, Darius was in the hospital, being treated for his wounds. The next week in recovery, he spent home, while under the care of his aunt, who attempted to cure his newfound sickness. In his condition, he could not fend off the sickness until the day he was forced to go back to work, injured or not.

I don't know if Hyaskus approved of that portrayal, but that doesn't really seem very in-character for him. He team kills his partners when they bore him; he'd probably just kill you.

I still don't believe Hyaskus would act like that, but if the player says he does.

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Yay!

John has said just about everything I would have said.

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I would like to see the more depth put into the BIO but I suppose it get's the basic point across.

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