Alucard 3 on 1 Dogpile (ALL ENTRANTS WELCOME!)

Word Count: 227

The sun set low over the estate of Hellsing manor. The fountain trickled quietly over what was quite a serene sort of day. The No Life King strolled through the grounds headed toward the gates, a cloud patch now completely covering the area as dusk began to fall. The wind rustled through the tree giving new music to the leaves, a sound that had seemed long since impossible after centuries of war but the tranquility wasn't completely lost to him either as he took in its majesty, boot steps sounding in stride to a calm benevolence. A shade began to fall over the grounds as he made his way out to the road and night began to encroach. The clouds began to look darker and darker still and gave way to a light mist as he took in all of the estate's grandeur. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a wine glass and a bottle, the remnants of a gift his master had given him ages ago. The smell still lingered with that sweet saccharine nectar. He paused as he poured himself a glass and stopped to enjoy the sound of it filling the chalice. Replacing the bottle into his coat, he walked across the street and into the woods still enjoying the evening and wondering what new surprises the evening had in store for him.

Adam Harkness
Word count::: 302

Perhaps the woods were to be a more serene place this evening. Even the cold of night couldn't exactly spook some individuals off, the kind with no regard for their own safety. Hellsing manor was indeed a beautiful place, usually with places like this you would expect curfew or some rule where staff were required to return to their quarters. An enthusiastic stroll in the woods were always the best of walk in the middle of the night.

Despite dusk setting in, one breathing creature in the woods, standing on two legs would still be awake for some time. Essentially just a tall and sleek masculine figure sporting black slacks and what could only be dress shoes, he didn't wear a shirt, likely to prevent any sweat stains from incorporating into the white dress shirt which had been delicately folded and hung on a tree branch not to far away. Having long blonde hair tied back into a tail and loose strands going over his lively, yet haunting blue eyes, both of which reacted to every sound that his seemingly human ears could hear.

In the distance, where this figure stood, would come the swift 'Thwack!', followed by another 'Thwack!', the clashing of a blade hitting wood repetitively in an aggressive fashion. Whoever this mysterious figure may be, he did in fact carry the determination and furious glow in his eyes that most humans would not have, even in the face of something they could not understand.  


The German term for hate was repeated loud enough to startle the birds that rested in the trees. . . Something wasn't having a very good day, or night rather. From the sound of it the man had been slashing away at wood restlessly, to the point of his palms being pink and sore.

OOC:; Tis fine my people eating compadre. Take the time needed.

OOC: No sure why he's shoting "Hate" in German but I suppose I'll just run with it.Word count: 144

The Count continued to slosh the gift around in its glass when soon another stench permeated the air which distracted the creature from his evening's enjoyment. Sniffing at the air with a newfound curiosity, the black dog merely quipped at the answers he found. How interesting. This one smells of iron and metal. Another soul too weak to be called a human. History must have gotten bored to bring such a pathetic piece of flesh to our doorstep once again. In his usual sarcastic demeaning voice, he called out, "What sort of creature would crawl between these trees attacking them rather than standing proud and fearless? Clearly it must be one who would rather shed his own mortality than enjoy the simple pleasures brought by living. Why don't you just come out and show yourself? I can feel myself already getting bored of you."

Short post is short.

OOC: there are tons of reasons, Dead parents (going through an early bruce thing), unwillingly being turned into a monster, being used as a pawn in a world domination plan, etc. Thingy thing reasons. His adrenal glands are probably bigger than his kidneys.


The loud chopping noise had suddenly come to a halt, the voice came from the tree's general direction was no longer yelling of hate, rather calm at the moment. The best English Harkness' could speak without breaking into a depressed fury of rage, he spoke. "What is human, but a miserable pile of secrets and lies?" The fine white shirt and black tailed vest was buttoned up over a pale torso, the silver sword that had been stuck in the side of that poor tree was taken and placed in the wooden sheath which rest on his waist. Harkness walked towards Alucard, taking about 30 steps in his general direction until he was visible. Tears and sweat adorned the man's face, "As far as i can remember, humans are cruel, vile, disgusting creatures which take what they want for their own selfish goals. Meine mother, Meine father, they died screaming right before a linen sack was tugged around my head and dragged me to Meine fate."

Harkness stood up straight, his spine having gained an unnatural posture, his skin having been stretched over the machines which altered his skeletal structure and enhanced his physiology from human into an abomination. He likely couldn't stand any other way even if he wanted too. The graying blonde hair which was tied back was somewhat silver at the moment, and his inhuman cyan eyes looked dim, the pupils having become either weary or altered by the machines which changed him. Harkness had a frown on his face, his eyebrows in a position which would show rage. "I am what I am because of the Germans which seek only war and destruction. Vertreters(agents) of Chaos"