Alexiel Lucifen d'Autriche (DONE)

Have you see the OVA or read the manga series of Hellsing? I've watched the OVA Ep 1-5, and part of 6.

Name: Alexiel Lucifen d'Autriche, Also known as Alexiel Lucifen d'Arte or Allen Avadonia. Sometimes referred to as the Servant of Evil, in La Collancelle, Bazolles, and Aunay-en-Bazois, due to his relation to his sister, who was referred to as the Daughter of Evil to her being well, the stereotypical corrupt noble.

Age: Appears 19, actually 192 (Yes, I know I'm pushing it, but I needed the July Revolution of 1830... :c)

Gender: Male

Physical appearance:  He stands 5' 2", and has blond hair, cut short is tied up in the back in a messy ponytail, (Requirement: All of my OC's must have ponytails. It's a thing.) Alexiel has hetrochromia, with a blue right eye and a red left eye, has several scars on his arms, legs, and chest, from sword-fights before he became a Vampire, though all are covered by his clothes.

Clothing of choice: 

Formal: Yellow Servant's attire, designed by his sister, Rillaine, consisting of a yellow long-sleeved overcoat with black trim and cuffs, a black dress shirt underneath, as well as plain black dress pants and shoes. A black belt is over the top of his coat at the hip to keep it from becoming a cape. Finally, to top it all off, black fingerless gloves. Because fingered gloves are too mainstream.

Servant Attire:

Inormal: Whenever he can get away with it, he'll switch to attire Rillaine had made for him with her own hands, a sleeveless white undershirt, white pants, and a black overcoat/cape with a fur around the neck and yellow trim, as well as a sword for ceremonial and training purposes. Also, he has elbow-length black fingerless gloves, and black laced-up boots, the laces being yellow. A bass clef hangs from his neck as a necklace. When he's actually doing training, he'll take the capething off and just wear the white shirt and pants.

Noble Attire:

Weaponry of choice: 

ITM Model 4 - The weapon has two barrels, two receivers, and two magazine inserts, one ontop of the other, and Alexiel may fire one or both barrels, with both on automatic, both on semi automatic, one on automatic and one on semi, or only one at a time. Te weapon has two fire selectors for this. Fed from two 40-rounds box magazines, this weapon utilizes 9x19mm Parabellum Silver-Tipped ammunition, and Alexiel carries no extra magazines. The weapon itself is stashed on the left of the inside of his coat. (80 rounds)

Modèle 1935 - A semi-automatic pistol, designed in 1990, firing 7.65mm Longue cartridges from an 8-round magazine. He carries two extra magazines on his person, and another in the gun, for a total of three. (24 rounds) The weapon is kept in a leg holster on his right thigh.

Sword: A 42" bladed, 47" total sword designed by his sister for his use. It originally aided him greatly in combat, though now it forms more of a ceremonial purpose. 

Race: A French Category D(amn cool.) Vampire.

Abilities:

Traits: Regeneration may take a long amount of time for major damage (ie: 10 posts), sublime supernatural strength, agility, stamina, durability, and reflexes, big weakness to silver and blessed weaponry but survivable, killable through conventional means, ability to turn virgins into vampires (Who wouldn't want him to turn them into a vampire?), non-virgins into somewhat weak ghouls, the need to drink blood occasionally, susceptible to unblessed damage (still fatal to him), meager weakness to sunlight (Sickens him).

Diva(Ranking ability): Alexiel, having been a very devout follower of the Luciferian Faith, gained the ability to concentrate his Faith in the form of fire and sparks. Within 25 meters, he can create a spontaneous flame of blue fire burning at thousands of degrees, for one post, though when concentrated on something like a bullet, he can spread it to up to fifteen rounds, and melt them away before they can reach him. Within and beyond this range, extending to a 50 meter radius, he can create a spark, able to light flammable objects on fire. This has shown some use in cooking when a burner's ignition does not work. The main flame is able to kill Humans and Cat F's. The main flame can be produced at his fingertips for no negative effect on him. Finally, he is able to make a moderate physical barrier for two posts. (Appears as a yellow wall of light with numerous markings upon it in Luciferian.)

Upon reaching Cat C, the range extends to 50 and 100 meters for the main ability, and the leathality increases, able to kill Humans, Cat F's and D's, time increases to 2 posts, as well as he is able to make a strong physical barrier for a short period of time. (2 posts.)

Upon reaching Cat B, the range extends to 100 and 50 meters for the main ability, lethality increases to be able to kill Humans, Cat F's, D's, and C's, and Werewolf Cubs. The Barrier and fire are able to be utilized for 4 posts.

Upon reaching Cat A, (If he even lives this long) The range extends to 150 and 200 meters for the main abilty, lethality increases to be able to kill Humans, Cat F's, D's, C's, B's, Werewolf Cubs and Younglings. The barrier and fire can be utilized for six posts. Finally, he can create primitive explosions within a 10 meter radius, similar to a concentrated hand grenade, with the same blast power, but a smaller radius.

Combat: Alexiel is an expert swordsman, specializing in large weapons, strange for his smaller size. He can wield Greatswords with ease, stringing together combination attacks due to relying on momentum, and utilizing technique rather than strength, and more recently, because he's the fact he's got supa' strength. #Vampire. He is also an excellent shot with his pistol and submachine gun, due to his being an AMAZING vampire. 

Non-Combat: Previously, when he was alive, he had a great deal of cooking experteise, though now he relies on recipies kn order to get it right, as he can't test it himself. :c

He's quite the adept little servant, having perfect balance and coordination, as that was his occupation before the July Revolution.

Organization: Hellsing. (Will enter once he gets in-RP)

Personality: He's a tad shy, and takes a bit to open up to new people. He's responsible, loyal to his superiors, and listens well to others. He doesn't take jokes lightly, and dislikes extremely when people make fun of him. He feels indifferent about killing, be the unfortunate being he's fighting human, vampire, or anything else. Pride is taken in his work, and he does everything he takes on to the best of his abilities. Though, he has his moments of anger, due to his slightly corrupted mental state from being, oh, I don't know, 192. :L 

He has a strange speech habit, which he developed simply for the amusement of his sister. He refuses to abandon it, as it's one of the few memories related to her left in his mind. On that note... He crossdresses as said sister sometimes. Being identical twins, albeit male, has its perks, you know.

Rank: (Private/Servant/Office Assistant/Cook/What-Have-You)

Biography:

Born in the town of La Collancelle, France, in 1812, with an identical twin sister named Rillaine, to Anne and Arth Lucifen d'Autriche, his left eye was colored a strange red, due to a birth defect caused by excessive inbreeding, (Dem' Royals have to keep the blood pure, y'know.) which in some religions is cause for belief of an individual to be possessed by a demon. (How accurate. >.>) His sister was chosen as the heir to the family's business at the age of eight, arms manufacturing in the towns of La Collancelle, Brazolles, and Aunay-en-Bazois, strangely put ahead of him, though it was due to her being a prodigy in her academics, and Alexiel falling a tad short of the bar.

While Rillaine had focused on her schooling, Alexiel turned his attention to his family's religion, Orthodox Luciferian. He became very involved in the inner workings of the faith, seeing the wonders it could preform enacted by one's voice, noting first how Leonheart Avadonia, a Luciferian Priest in the town of Aunay-en-Bazois, was able to light several candles with mere words. After this point, Alexiel began doing less of his academics, and started sneaking off to train with Leonheart. 

Around six years later, his parents noticed the difference in the twins's academic abilities, and began to question Alexiel, at one point pulling him off into a side room. At which point, he merely began singing. His father, enraged by his son's apparent ignoring of his questions, (Stupid stuck-up noble dad.) reached out to strike him, only for every candle in the room to simultaneously light with a glowing blue fire. Now in a bout of fear, his Father picked up a sword to strike the boy down, only to be burned alive, along with his mother. Not having intended the action, but overreacting in his panic of being struck, Alexiel had charred the entire room. He hastily exited the room and barricaded the door. 

Rillaine found him shortly after, whereupon she asked him of the whereabouts of their parents. Alexiel simply replied that they had disappeared, telling him only that Rillaine had to take over the company. After they discussed it for about an hour, Rillaine's pride took hold, and she then took control of the company.

For the next four years, everything was Status Quo, or at least, close to it... Okay, That's a lie. Rillaine kept a tight hold on industry in the three towns under her control, mainly due to having to send the large sums of money to the King, but nonetheless, along with the rest of the people of France, the citizens grew tired of the oppression.

On Tuesday, 27 July 1830, Paris began rioting, then rebelling, the rebellion spiraling out of control into a revolution. The next day, the 28th, fighting broke out in the streets of La Collancelle. Though there were only fifty civilians, only five armed with rifles, they set up a barricade around the city hall, hanging a makeshift tri-colored "People's Flag" from the roofline. Rillaine had received orders from Charles X to quell the revolution in her territory, though she had only ten soldiers, armed with all swords, and two with flintlock pistols.

At 1PM, The Revolutionaries left the barricade, though kept their weapons, thinking that there were no forces that would arrive. As soon as they had walked nearly 100 feet, three of them were downed by two pistol shots. From the side alleys, the Loyalists ambushed from the side, their armor (Save for Alexiel, who had none.) glancing the majority of the blows. The men began exchanging sword strikes, and it seemed that the Loyalists had the upper hand, until the revolutionaries suddenly all hit the deck. Before anything else could be done, five rifle shots rang out, two of the Loyalists going down next to Alexiel, the boy himself being only grazed on the left shoulder, his non-dominant arm, but a vital spot nonetheless.

Again, the frenzy resumed, Revolutionaries jumping up while swinging at the Loyalists from the legs. Another man went down to Alexiel's right. A foolish man in his mid-twenties charged Alexiel from the front, who cut him in half utilizing his sword. After a span of only five minutes, the Revolutionaries had thirty men remaining, with the Loyalists only eight. Another bout of rifle shots thundered down the street, one striking a Revolutionary, another two Loyalists, and yet another grazing Alexiel's cheek.

Thoroughly incensed by this point, Alexiel swung his weapon in a circle twice, slicing two Revolutionaries in half. The street soon, became bathed red with the blood of men of all ages, Revolutionary and Loyalist alike. Swinging with years of practiced skill, Alexiel cut down seven more of the Revolutionaries, his Loyalist allies cut down another eight. (9-5/6) Yet another round of musketballs arced down the street, cutting down two more Revolutionaries and another Loyalist. The aim on the primitive weapons was horrifying, made worse by the confusion and the imperfections in each lead ball. Swinging again one after another, three more Revolutionaries lost their heads, though Alexiel took a swipe to the side. The Loyalists yet again swing in tandem, though the strangest of events occured. Man-for-man, each of them stabbed their counterpart in the throat. All that remained was the rifle devision.

Turning towards them at the incredible close range, his feet splashing the blood-soaked ground, Alexiel turned just to see all five rifles raise up from the reloading position. Acting quickly just as they fired, Alexiel screamed quickly in Luciferian, A pressure wave of fire moving outwards to meet the lead projectiles. The riflemen themselves were burnt to ashes, but the lead was far too close to have been effected. Four of the musketballs pierced his body yet again, hitting his right shoulder, left thigh twice, and the center of his abdomen, throwing the boy over onto his back, and spraying yet more blood into the street. Alexiel fell onto the soaked stone pavement, surrounded by bodies, gore, swords of all kinds. His vision fell upward, as he looked farther down the street. He caught a sight of one thing.

His sight fell upon Rillaine, leaning against the wall.

Multiple bullet wounds in her body seeped blood upon her clothes, the red liquid also flowing from the corners of her mouth. The wall behind her, painted a brilliant crimson in several streaks. Something... clicked in his mind. The only thing he had ever loved, appreciated, cared for...

Was dead. Slain by some impotent riflemen that were complaining of taxes. Seconds after falling, a young, pale woman walked out of a side alley into the street, surveying the damage with a grin. Her vision soon fell upon the only being with a heartbeat, Alexiel. She strode over to him kneeled down, and lifted up the boy's head, licking blood from a wound on his cheek. It was clean, pure, that of a virgin. Sliding her hand along the boy's sword, producing a small cut, she lifted her hand to the boy's lips, a scarlet liquid flowing from the wound."You're just like me... Dying, surrounded with the bodies of your enemies, sword in hand..." seconds after she spoke, a pistol shot resounded from behind, the woman's head splintering into a thousand pieces. Alexiel began to feel as if he had set his body on fire, but remained silent.

Finally, after about fifteen seconds, a Captain of the rebels entered the alley. Alexiel listened as he kicked Rillaine's body over with a boot, then strode over to survey the damage as Alexiel closed his eyes. Upon hearing the footsteps and feeling blood splash upon his face, Alexiel opened his eyes, the mismatched pupils seeming to burn with the fire of Hell itself, into the man's soul.

"What a pity, Children have no place on ze battlefeild." Upon noticing the boy's eyes, the man flinched, then leaped back as a blue fire ignited upon the boy's right hand. Alexiel's injuries healed quickly, blood absorbing into them from the ground.

"Wh-What! D-Demon!" The man drew his sword, but it was for naught, as he was standing in a large pool of blood. And what does blood do?

It conducts electricity, of course. Alexiel, muttering only a short verse in his accursed tongue, summoned a large spark in the blood behind the man, which traveled through the liquid, Up the man's steel armor, and directly to his head, which whereupon exploded, covering the surrounding area in gore, and the boy's face in blood. The boy immediately frowned.

"You die... So easily..." His face contorted into that of rage. "Impotent fool! YOU TAKE MY SISTER, THEN YOU JUST DIE? BURN IN HELL!" Upon his last shout, the man's corpse burst into a yellow fire, fueled by the boy's rage. Slowly, it dissipated, nothing but ash remaining, the ash being carried  away by the wind.

He now had nothing. No targets, nothing to hate, kill, or maim. Nothing to love, care for, or protect. He was... Broken. He had nothing. A void opened up within the boy's mind, consuming everything he had ever known. He had Nothing. Nothing at all for any reason. Slowly, his anger became so great, that a tear formed in one of his eyes. The blood around him began creeping up the sides of his body, inching towards the boy's lips. As it was offered, the broken child drank, as he had nothing left. He drank until there was but a thin coating over the street, hardly a remnant of the river that had once formed from the battle only minutes ago. Soon, the boy was sitting, and he had barely blinked before he was kneeling beside his sister's body. Something... guided him, the boy bending down, his head even to her neck, as he bit into her skin, her lifeblood, identical in every way to his own, poured into his body.

Moments later, the deed had been finished. He knew not why he had drank, but he accepted that he did. He picked her up slightly, leaning against her, and cried. Cried for the first time in his entire life. Picking up her corpse with new reserves of strength, the boy walked towards the family's home on the outskirts of town, whereupon he dug his sister a grave, and buried her. He set her a tombstone, bearing the family's crest of a three-winged triangle. As it had now been nightfall, Alexiel made a mad dash for the caves on the outskirts of town, he knew not why, nor how far he ran, but he missed the caves entirely, instead coming upon the caves on the coast of Normandy. Entering one, he crawled into the corner, resting his head on his knees.

He deemed that until a great occurrence was able to rouse him from his cave, he was never to leave, and until that time, he was to contemplate ways of his Sister's revival.

Alexiel remained in the same position until the year 2000, when Millennium's heavy bombardment of London shook even the coastline of France. Sensing the massive bloodshed, he crossed the English Channel on a ferry, now much weaker then he used to be, to the town of London itself, whereupon he found a murdered couple along the side of the road. Finding as he had not done the killing himself, he drank their blood, restoring himself to his base strength from many years ago, though still below a Category C, having survived only by feeding upon the occasional animal, and soldiers from eah of France's many revolutions and both World Wars.

Now, officially back in action, Alexiel set out, intent upon find a way to fulfill his false reality.

RP Sample:

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This amazing blend of epicness, feels, and Frenchies is done.

Ok so the age you give me with the explanation isn't believable.  I need something more believable to make this work for the age.

Next thing the flames can't be orange.  Orange flames are not the hottest flames.  The hottest part of a flame is the blue part.  A blue flame can reach between 2000-2400'F.

The cooking is fine, and will be a bit comical since Vampires can't taste the food.  Remember Seras almost choked on soup alone.  So I imagine he would go by the recipe book, and experiment sometimes.  

Your sister being trained so early is fine since we see it in anime a lot.  

Now for the amount of hits on your sisters body.  How is that possible with the weapons of the time?  The only way that would be possible is by firing squad.  

Then the next thing I see that needs correcting is the ashes thing. the body would turn to ashes, but the armor would melt.

Always remember too when you take damage it needs to be believable.

As for turning like Alucard that's not possible.  It needs to be by vampire.

Fixed all the issues.