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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. 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.
I have seen, read and swooned.
(English is not my native language. So grammar Nazi's are to shoot to kill. It's the only way I'll learn to improve
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Name: Eleonora 'Nora' Tilly
Age: Born on Christmas eve 1872, in Bayonne - Basque Country. Her age is frozen at 26, real age 135
Gender: Female
Physical appearance: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...mine's a nuisance."Standing at 5'4 and weighing 116 pounds this petite honey-blonde with a creamy skin has an hourglass shaped body with a well endowed bosom (D cup). She doesn't always appreciate her figure as it makes it hard for her to be taken serious or to even keep interesting conversations that doesn't involve gossip or what to wear to parties. Even less so with the male counterparts and being blonde on top of that isn't helping. Clothes shopping is disastrous for her and things don't always fit in certain areas. Nonetheless she believes it does have its advantages; seduction, distraction and stashing. The bigger the bosom the more things you can hide between those puppies.
She has long wavy hair that flows down till mid-waist, she usually keeps it either loose or pinned up. Her heart-shaped face gives away her Creole and French-Basque ethnicity. She has a straight nose and full lips with the slightest hint of mischief tugging those corners. Her full eyebrows seem to be fixed in a slight arch. She has a very observant look to her eyes, always scanning places for exits or escape routes while trying to memorize details about people she interacts with. An old habit she can't seem to switch off. An odd thing about her eyes that people will notice is the colors that seem to switch back and forth. Her natural eye color is a deep green, almost emerald like. But due to genetic manipulations done to her they tend to change to a deep red color with the faintest glow. These colors are linked to her emotions. Consider them like a traffic light. Green, she's cool and you're good to go. Red, she's not cool and you better back off. She tries to keep her make-up light to let her natural beauty shine.
She has some nasty markings, bruising and raw skin, around her neck from wearing an electronic collar when she was in captivity. She keeps it covered up with either a scarf or choker jewelry. She has some scars that look like surgical incisions but also wounds that she seemed to have contracted from fighting here and there on her body. There's a lot of them actually, arms, legs, torso. Luckily just some minor cuts on her face that are easily overlooked, a cut on her bottom lip on the left side, a cut on her left eyebrow, a diagonal cut in the middle of her nose and a crescent shaped cut on her right cheekbone. Most have faded over time with only a skin discoloration betraying their location. Those more prominent are some cuts on both her left thigh and hip caused by shrapnel from an explosion. Her hip still hurts during cold weather due to damage that has been done at the joint and she can't raise or bend her leg that much anymore due to that injury. Surgical incisions at her right side, around the liver area and another incision on her back and shoulder on the left side. X-rays would show evidence of multiple fractured bones. All this is proof that she really was the lowest of low of these so called 'super soldiers'. She was labeled as failed experiment.
She tries to cover up her scars, at least those that she can reach, with make-up. If the nightmares won't remind her of her past then these certainly will.
Clothing of choice: ( Check out my pinterest under 'Hellsing RPG'. It will show you the type of clothing she would wear.)
That would be the Victorian look and corsets are a must for her. Under-bust corsets with blouses that sport a cleavage (got to let the girls breathe) with either pants or pencil skirts with high heels or boots. Dresses are also a welcome sight for her as long as they don't show too much skin. (short and revealing is a no-no for her. At least in public.)
She always had a weakness for jewelry, so she will sparkle. Her favorite type of jewelry would be the vintage type. Again as reminders of the age she used to live in plus they're more simpler in design that the modern bulky ones people sometimes see. There's one jewelry piece that people will never see her without.
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A mourning locket containing a lock of dark blonde hair. It's her father's hair locked inside behind glass and on the other side of locket a picture of a honey bee is carved. The bee part was a request that she had added. She once learned in her studies that the ancient Greeks believed that bees were messengers of the gods. She thought it would be a nice touch to have her own bee sending silent prayers to her father.
Since the old Victorian underwear ( they were almost full bodied wear in the 1800's) is no longer available in this day and age she replaced that loss by wearing stockings with garterbelts with bra and panties. Any lingerie that provides some coverage. We all know that doesn't even come near to the old days, but she feels more covered that way. Her Pj's usually consist of nightgowns or lingerie with a light nightrobe.
She is not a combat orientated woman so she will probably wear whatever she's wearing at the moment she needs to defend herself.
Weaponry of choice: She relies on her Shadow manipulation for self-defense. But if she has to choose a weapon then it's probably whatever she can get her hands on. Although she has no clue how guns works and hurts herself when wielding knives. But she's working on that.
Race: Special Human, Witch wielding element Shadow.
Abilities: Right, first things first. The way I portray witches is through the control of elements instead of your usual Spells and Potions type of witch. Which I don't think would fit in the Hellsing universe, elements fit better. (Just my opinion. :3 ) The elements that one would have are your regular Earth - Water - Air - Fire. And the 3 rare Light - Shadow - Mind(illusion based magic).
Eleonora has the ability to manipulate shadows. A gift she inherited from her bloodline on father's side. He claimed that the family might've been descendants from a Salem witch but those rumors were never investigated nor did Armand (her father) had the need for it.
It manifested itself first when she was 9 years old and throwing a temper tantrum. When her emotions ran amok the lighting in the room started to act up and everything started to become darker, as if dark clouds suddenly passed over the house when it's actually perfectly clear and sunny outside. Armand had recognized it due his job in the underworld of society. When he had Nora to himself again he warned her not to do that ever again. Keeping her powers hidden. Little did he know that this wasn't the first time that something this strange has happened to her before...
For Eleonora's abilities, the darker her environment the more powerful she becomes. The brighter her environment the weaker she is. It seems to peak at night or in complete darkness. It manifests itself as a black wispy mass and can take any form, from malleable like water to hard as ice or wispy as smoke. It has a 100ft radius reach both horizontal and vertical.
As mentioned before Nora does not have any combat experience. Even in the facility they did not give her any training because after the genetic experiments failed she was dumped in the recycling bin. Basically keeping their guinea pigs around for parts. But some mad scientist had the bright idea to take her out of the recycling bin and then using her as a target dummy instead. Nothing more entertaining that watching the new guinea pigs beat up the old. Not even in her childhood did she experience combat training, Nora grew up with a silver spoon, waited on her every need by servants left and right. She was a daughter to a wealthy businessman who owned 3 ships for trading and, unknown to his daughter, human trafficking. The money flowed and the princess spent it all.
Now I'll arrange her abilities from the least damaging, meaning the harmless ones, to the most damaging.
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Light manipulation; This is completely harmless and does no damage to any living being or object whatsoever. This is the ability to darken her surroundings...that's it. It only works in the room she is in OR in an open space like per example a field. Why? Because a room confines her powers, shadows cannot penetrate walls or doors (unless it's open, then the shadows have a way to slip through) In an open space there is no constrictions, no walls holding it back. The darkness can reach a 100ft radius and no further. Being in an open space like a field does not work by daylight because the sunlight counteracts her abilities. It's basically too bright for her to access her powers. How dark can it be? As dark as she needs it to be. She can reverse the manipulation but the brightness will not exceed to how it was originally. She uses this ability to hide or obscure people's vision. Unless they have night vision-goggles, then she's fucked.
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Shadow play; This is more illusion based but it does not harm objects or living people. This ability does not fiddle with people's mind directly. This is about creating constructs. They can adapt in size depending to how much access she has to shadows. How are these created? By using shadows that are cast by random objects or people in her surroundings. Per example creating a butterfly by using the shadow cast by a teacup. Small shadows equal small constructs and vice versa for large ones. The bigger the size, the more time she needs to create them. Per example building something extreme like a tank. (1) She needs time to gather the shadows. (2) She needs to give the shadow a shape. (3) It's ready to scare people. The tank is an illusion, so it will not fire, there are no people inside. All it does is move (driving in this case) and that's it. These constructs have zero intelligence, meaning they are not sentient. They are basically marionette dolls in which she controls the wires. She can animate them but once they get past the 100ft radius from where she's standing they turn to smoke and disappear. When using a construct to let it attack people, no harm will be done to those people. When the constructs touch you it would feel as if something cool and soft is caressing your skin...Like a feather or silk. And any damage done to the constructs will cause them to disappear. So in short this is a method used for scaring.
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Shields; Shields can be shaped in the form of either a dome with a 5 ft radius or a wall. This is as dense as ice can be. So Peak Humans and supernaturals will probably have no problem piercing through it. The size can't get past 5 ft but she can make it denser depending how many shadows she can summon to add in strength. She can't summon a shield any further than the 100ft radius limit. The size of the dome will always be 5 ft. But since the opponents of the Hellsing universe is usually supernatural or militaristic, she'll be fucked as it probably will break easily with all the super strength and upgraded weaponry. At least it's fireproof so she has that going for her.
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Vines; These are wispy vine-like, or whips if you prefer, attachments to her hands (like Walter with his nanowires). There's 2 of them, one on each hand. They can also be manifested from the dark or shadows cast by objects and people.They can only reach a 20 ft radius. The tips of the vines can change form from soft and malleable for grasping actions, hard as crystal or ice for stabbing effects or sharp as a blade for slicing. The blade part is crescent shaped. This is her main ability that she uses because she finds it easier to use for defense.
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Spike projectiles; Here she can use shadows and turn them into black crystalized spikes. Again not being able to get past the radius limit of 100 ft or it will disappear. The spikes are strong enough to penetrate wood but nothing stronger than that material. They are about 11 inches long and 1'5 inches thick, kind of shaped like a stake with pointed edges.
So those were her abilities. The problem wielding them is Eleonora. She has zero experience in combat and when she fights it will be reckless. She's in survival mode then, so her idea of fighting is strike hard and strike fast. Without precision of further thinking. So her aim might be off most of the time but she's trying to improve that. And the attacks are always in a straight line, there's no homing-in type of abilities that she has. So Peak Humans and supernaturals will be able to dodge her attacks.
Organization: Hellsing Organization (member since a year based on the 2007 timeline in rules)
Personality: She's a woman that has been raised with a silver spoon amongst nobility during the Victorian era. And it shows from her posture to the way she talks. There's an elegance and gentleness to her movements. She's a sweet person and lady-like. Due to her upbringing she's used to the expensive stuff; Jewelry, fine dining, bubble baths and all that jazz. She loves anything that makes her feel like a woman including chivalry.
She's easy to get along with although the fact that she always speaks her mind tends to rub people in the wrong way. Due to her ordeals she tends to be a jumpy person. Scaring herself over the slightest sound or movement, sneaking up on her is not recommended especially when certain people just suddenly pop out of a wall.
Thanks to her wealth she was able to get good education, she knows 4 languages. Basque, French, Spanish and English. Her French has hints of Cajun slang in it due to her father. She has a slight French accent when talking English. She loves to learn but struggles with people taking her serious due to her figure and being blonde. Assuming that she's only good as a trophy wife.
Her body is actually where her insecurities are. She wants to show that she's more than just a pretty face, basically learning whatever she can and soaking up the knowledge like a sponge. The scars on her body only add up to her insecurities. Covering them up with make-up to keep the illusion that she's still daddy's little girl. His little bird.
Her father used to call her his little bird because of her singing talent. He found that it suited a lady better than her adventure seeking habits. She loves music though and would often been seen humming a song while working on something. An odd habit that people may find is that on Christmas Eve she always sings or hums Jazz songs. In honor for her father who never got his Jazz funeral, Orleans style.
Singing was the only thing she could do at that facility where they kept her. A fragment of freedom that they couldn't take away. Now that she's free again she keeps having nightmares about her time there or dreams about being abandoned again. That's why she tends to be a night-owl, to keep those dreams at bay for as long as she can before exhaustion eventually claims her again. At night she tends to bake, it helps her clear her thoughts.
Then there's that part of herself that frightens her. During her captivity she's discovered she has somewhat of a bloodlust. She's not sure if it's something she developed as a way to get her frustrations out or if this is who she really is. The times where she had to fight to survive were the moments where she felt 'alive'. And it scares her knowing that she finds a thrill in it. So far these feelings only happen in the heat of the moment during battle. She believes that she can live with as long as it stays like that, writing it off as a coping mechanism. Hence why she's kind of reluctant when it comes to learning how to defend herself always finding excuses to postpone.
Living in that facility created a fighter. She will fight tooth and nail, literally. She has a chipped tooth from biting people. She will use whatever is in her reach as tool for defense, she will scratch, kick, punch. Whatever it takes to stay alive. She has developed a high-pain tolerance in the process due to her frequently being in survival mode back then. This fighter instinct also reaches in her social side. She will never surrender to get what she wants.
Rank: Wherever she's needed.
Biography: "T'was the night before Christmas..."
Eleonora was born out of wedlock to Armand Tilly and Arrosa Vasquez on December 24th 1872 in Bayonne, Basque Country. Her mother died during childbirth, her family wanted nothing to do with the child that killed their beloved so Armand was left to raise his daughter alone.
Armand was an only child and with both parents long gone his servants became his family. And in turn they became Eleonora's. In particular the elderly black man named Henri that was their butler. Henri and Armand used to work together in the underworld of society, they have been long friends and with Henri being a lot older then Armand, he needed a change of jobs. Something more quiet and less dangerous. So Armand proposed he became his butler and took care of the household and Nora while he was away on business.
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1874 - on board the 'Arrosa'.
"What the fuck do you want me to do playing butler?" The Cajun chuckled bending over in his chair as it creaked under his weight. With an elbow resting on his knee while his other hand rubbed his aching feet.
Armand shrugged his shoulders, sitting behind his desk while writing in a small brown notebook. "I don't know...Tell people what to do and play with Nora's dolls?"
Henri pondered as he imagined life as a butler. It really should be the other way around he thought. With what they have been through and cleaning up Armand's mess whenever he didn't think things through with his actions... "...Can I-"
The blonde man looked up from his book with a smirk and cut him off, knowing the man's vices. "No, you can't bring hookers." At least not with Nora around he thought while gently shaking his head.
The Cajun leaned back in his chair again with a disappointed look and a snort. Been hanging around him too long. "Shit...Can I still drink my Bourbon?"
"As long as you leave some for me!" Armand laughed.
Henri returned the laughter and tipped his hat and bowed down in mock servitude. "Laissez les bon temps rouler!"
"Not my flesh and blood! Henri!"
In 1881 at age 9, Eleonora started to show signs of her powers awakening. This did not go unnoticed by Henri as gossip from the staff reached his ears. Rumors were flying around that perhaps the manor was being haunted and young Eleonora was possessed. There were complaints of lightning malfunctioning or objects breaking and always when the girl was in the same room. At a later date they even found the family cat dead, puncture marks were found on the body so they believed it was an animal attack. The cat was an accident, she was struggling to control these new abilities. Poor Mr. Fuzzles... Henri knew better, this was no spirit they were dealing with.
- Fragment of the past:
1881 - the manor in Bayonne.
"Welcome home...Master Tilly." Henri chuckled when he pulled out a bottle of Bourbon from the liquor cabinet.
"Enough. Where is she?" He pulled out a small white jewelry box and placed it on his desk with excitement.
"It's past midnight, so I guess she's sleeping. We need to talk first, Armand." He said with a stern look. "It's about Nora." He filled two glasses, one for himself and a generous one for his friend. He gently sat it down next to the box before taking his place opposite of the desk.
Armand jerked his head up, excitement gone. He knew that look. A double Bourbon for myself? This can't be good, he thought. "What about Nora? Is she hurt? What happened , is she alright?!"
The old man raised his hand and motioned for the chair on the other side of the desk. "Calm down, the little bird is fine. Just...sit down first."
The businessman was reluctant but sat down anyway. He waited for the Cajun to speak, resting his hands on the surface and opened them as his brows arched in a silent ...Well?... motion.
Henri sighed and then quickly blurted out. "She's one of -them-." And just as quick as he finished his sentence he lowered his gaze to his drink. He seemed to suddenly be terribly occupied with the contents of his drink as he swirled the brown liquid around with every tilt of the glass. He took a sip and stared at Armand over the rim, observing his reaction.
The room felt like it was spinning. This can't be happening. "...Henri." he leaned back in his chair rigidly. Gripping the edges of the wooden desk.
The old man avoided his 'master's ' gaze. Finding a point of fixation on the bookcase. "Lights are blinking..." His eyes darted back to his drink and then the ceiling. "Things break without reason for it to break." Even the raindrops sliding down the windows weren't spared of the black man's nervousity. "And 2 days ago it was the cat. Holes the size of a nickel." He took another encouraging gulp.
Nostrils flaring, lips pressed together into a thin line. "Careful what you say, old man. That is my daughter you speak of." He was furious. Who dares to accuse his daughter. His Light, his little bird to be marked for 'Them'.
Henri felt the same way. "Exactly why I'm telling you and not Genesis. Mon ami." The sins they have committed in the name of science and prosperity. The deeds they have done to ensure its success...
Armand got up and paced, shaking his head violently. "No...I don't believe you. She is not a...a...an abnormal." He flayed his hand around, gesturing at the door. "A...A witch. A... A vile creature." He spat out with a hiss.
Henri closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Oh, but it gets worse. She's an exotic one this one. Highly sought after goods..."
Armand slammed his closed fist on his desk and pointed aggressively at the Cajun with a shout. "Damn it! Not my flesh and blood, Henri! Not Eleonora!"
The office door gently creaked open as little feet shuffled about. "Daddy?"
Armand straightened himself and quickly composed himself. Running a hand through his hair, an attempt to look less disheveled. Henri didn't bother to stand up for the little lady...Not like he was a 'real' butler...Just a babysitter really. "What are you doing up so late? Go back to bed, Cherie." He smiled at his daughter and called out for a maid.
"Why were you yelling?" The little blonde rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
How could a little girl, his Light, be such a 'danger to society'? A monster looking the way she does in a pink sleeping gown with braided pigtails. "I wasn't yelling. Uncle Henri told me a dirty joke and I laughed." Josephine, their maid finally arrived to take the girl back to her chambers.
She chuckled, "Can I hear it?" She asked with a wide grin.
Armand leaned in with menacing eyes and exaggerated pouty lips. "Never." He touched her nose with a 'boop' and ordered the maid to take her to bed.
Nora laughed as Josephine took her hand while trying to keep her distance from the girl. The maid was a superstitious woman, she feared the risk of being possessed by whatever ghoul is plaguing the girl.
There...What was that? Fear? Armand stared at both females, why was Josephine afraid of a child? He glanced at Henri whose back was still turned towards him, minding with his drink. Could he be right after all? He slowly lowered his gaze and circled back around his desk and took his place again before grabbing his own drink. He lifted it off the surface and paused in mid-air. He looked out the door again, watching the little pigtailed 'monster' in a pink dress disappear around the corner of the hall with its prey in tow.
He downed his drink in one...two gulps and slammed it back on the desk. Rubbing his hands over his face.
"My Light in this Eternal Night."
On paper Armand works in the trading business. Transporting goods, mostly tea or spices, with his ships. Eleonora was often alone, sometimes months at the time and one time even a year. She still reminds her father to be on time for Christmas to make sure she isn't left alone anymore like last time. To compensate for her loneliness in companionship she surrounded herself with material goods. Filling that void with frills and sparkles. Make no mistake she knows her father loves her and the feeling is mutual. She's greatful that he works so hard, especially at the rate she's spending the money. But behind closed doors he is a human trafficker targeting specific type of people. Those gifted with the supernatural. When Arrosa was pregnant he was approached by 2 men that convinced him of the profit that can be made in these 'goods'. They belonged to an organization called The Genesis-Group. A research facility exploring the scientific and medical fields to improve people's way of living. That was their excuse anyway...
It started small first, a small group of people at the time. Then more and more targets. And then the lists started to pop up. Lists with instructions for specific targets that Armand needed to round up along with instructions on 'how' to round them up. It was during one of these jobs that he discovered just how specific these people were. They had supernatural abilities. Armand started to see himself as a witch hunter. Man, woman, child it mattered not as long as the money kept coming and these 'monsters' are kept off the streets. Genesis claimed that they are trying to 'cleanse' these humans of their burdens, finding cures to become normal again.
In truth Genesis uses these humans for experiments in search of your ol' cliché motto; power, knowledge and eternity. The base of this group is situated in America, location unknown. In there they are hard at work,
(Remember this is the late 1800's, very experimental and very rookie about this stuff) to create super soldiers by combining supernatural abilities with proper and advanced military training. Even attempting genetic cross-breeding with werewolves and vampires, to remove all weaknesses of these creatures and leave nothing but their strengths.
This went on for years, Henri was part of it and retired as the family 'butler'. But the discovery of Nora's abilities has left Armand with a growing conscious. No longer did he see his cargo as 'just business'. Now whenever he saw a woman or child he saw Nora. It was Nora chained to the bowels of his ships sitting in their own filth and not some stranger. Eleonora...Not a monster.
"The distance between us."
Years go by and Nora delves herself in her studies. Against her will though. She was taught in every subject that was needed to become a 'Lady of nobility'. Embroidery, music lessons, flower arranging, etiquette and morals. Everything needed to entertain the guests of your future husband. But on personal request she asked to also be tutored in languages, being French, Basque, Spanish and English. And also in cultures, this interest was sparked due to her father always talking about his visits to the foreign countries.
Meanwhile she had also noticed the behavior of her father changing over time. His business trips were longer, he was growing more and more paranoid and would grow agitated over the slightest thing. Their relationship was withering away with the distance he has put between themselves. Pushing her away to keep her safe. It was the only way he knew how right now. Henri too began to be more alert of his surroundings whenever they went to the city. There was something they weren't telling her. Again she felt neglected, was it because they thought she could not handle it?
"These cold and hollow halls that once rung with laughter and sighs of frustrated servants."
In 1891 at age 19 things started to go for the worst. Her father was less and less home and when he was he disappeared for entire evenings, only to return battered and stained with blood the next morning. One night she had enough.
- Fragment of the past:
1891 - Manor in Bayonne.
Armand put on his coat and prepared for his nightly walks.
Eleonora ran towards the front door and placed herself in front of it, blocking her father's way. Mustering her strength to speak up against her father. "This has to stop father. You can't just disappear and come back all...bloody and...No. You have to talk to me. What's going on?"
He dreaded this conversation. He looked down at her and gently placed his palm against her cheek. "Not now."
She shook her head, not accepting his attempt to brush her of that easily. "No, daddy please, you need to talk to me. What is going on with you?! This isn't like you."
He pulled her away from the door and walked out the house. "I said not now!"
She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling cold at the way he treated her. She watched her father leave before turning around and closing the door. She spotted the Cajun butler/babysitter. She stomped the floor with her foot and shouted at the top of her lungs. "Henri Baptiste!!!"
The old man froze. He knew that tone. That's her I-want-I-demand-I-shall-have tone. "I'm getting to old for this." He paused in his tracks.
"Now!!!" She shouted as she made her way to the sitting room, taking a seat on the couch awaiting the butler.
He sighed and rolled his eyes as he turned around and made his way towards her. "I pity the fool that marries her." He muttered under his breath.
She waited until he took a seat and stared at him dead in the eyes. She took a deep breath and gently asked. "What is going on? Tell me, Henri."
He placed a calloused hand over her soft one. "It is not of your concern. This is not a burden for a Lady."
She was getting impatient and grunted in frustration. "I am his daughter of course it's of my concern. Now. The truth, please."
Henri scooted a bit closer to her and grabbed both her hands for emphasis. "All you need to know is that your father is a good man. He is doing good things."
As soon as she heard that phrase she removed her hands swiftly. As if they were burned by his touch. "Ugh, please. I make no illusions about who my father is. I've seen the notebook."
His gaze floated towards the fireplace for a brief moment, pondering. "What notebook?" He asked her, wondering how much she knew.
"The ones with all the dates and names of people and how they died and..."
He stopped her by raising a hand, keeping her from saying anything more. "Eleonora..."
Her voice filled with emotion, she dreaded to ask... "Is he a slave trader?"
"Yes...No...It's...it's complicated." He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Yes?!! What?!"
"Look just forget it. Go back to your embroidery." He got up and made his way to the doorway to return to whatever it was he was doing before the lady of the house called for him.
He never got the chance to even set one foot out of the room. Out of nowhere a black, glinsening spike almost nailed the man the wall, just a few inches above his shoulder. He stared at it in horror, his heart racing as he slowly turned to Nora. Her hands trembled, she was standing with one arm up with palm facing Henri. She took a deep breath and lowered her hand again. The spike faded, turning into black smoke that was being lifted by a breeze. "You practiced."
She lowered her gaze then back up while crossing her arms. "Of course I practiced. I knew what was happening to me since I was 10. You and father were never subtle." They always treated her as if she would fall apart if one didn't tread carefully around, like walking on thin ice. Be the princess you are, be the Light of his life...Nothing more but a beautiful singing bird, with clipped wings.
He nodded and sat back down, motioning for her to do the same. "Fine, you want to know the truth? I'll tell you the truth."
She lifted a finger in warning with a arched brows and a slight pout. "All of it!?"
He nods. "All of it." Here we go...this beautiful bird will now see what it took to live in this golden cage of hers.
Henri told her everything. The Genesis-Group, the people they transport, everything. And the truth about her father's paranoia.
She didn't know what to think. Henri and her own father, kidnapping people to be sold to some, facility for research? "So, the reason for these nights is because he's trying to undo what he's doing?"
He nodded at her while holding her hand. "Yes, him and I have been working hard to try and warn these people on those lists to flee and hide their powers. He made safe-houses for them and is trying to fight of Genesis at the same time. Fighting for his mistakes, our mistakes. For people like you..."
At that moment Armand came back, drenched from the rain. He heard everything the Cajun just said. "Henri what did you do?"
"Armand...I...I had no choice. She needed to know."
She turned around, all sorts of thoughts and emotions coursing through her when she saw her father. The lighting in the room began to flicker in response to her turmoil. There were so many things she wanted to say to him... "People like me?"
She understood now but it took time for her to accept that her father hunted people like herself for money. To think the clothes on her back, the frills, the gold, the silver...Perfumes, make-up, this very house was all paid with the blood of her kin.
"Such a pretty bird...Singing on and on until her voice no longer can. Perched on her branch she taps the cage with her beak...on and on until battered and bruised. Such a pretty bird indeed."
6 years go by and she supports her father's cause now. Understanding why he needs to bleed for them in return. She and her father have since attempted to rekindle their relationship, mending the wounds of betrayal. Henri had meanwhile died of a heart-attack. That and his age played a major role in it as well. He was buried in Orleans with a Jazz funeral. Armand joked how when his time had come he wanted to be buried the same way. Paving his way to hell with dance.
Armand Tilly died on Eleonora's Birthday in 1897. She had a request for her birthday. She wanted to meet one of those supernaturals, namely those who were like herself. He figured he owed it to her to at least let her experience her own kin. He took her to one of the safe-houses for a meeting. Everything went well, Eleonora finally found people she could relate to and then Genesis ambushed the place.
The Genesis-Group finally located their exotic bird. During the struggle for escape they managed to kill her father and took her captive. She too was now chained in the bowels of these ships. A one-way trip to America, location unknown.
For a year it was nothing but tests, tests and needles. She didn't understand what they wanted from her or why they needed her specifically. Only able to pick up short conversations between researchers, she managed to figure out that she was part of something that was called The LILITH-Project. A program that needed witches for genetic cross-breeding with the more beastly of supernaturals.
Treatment after treatment they attempted to cross-breed Nora with a vampire with no success. Their plan was to create a being that had the abilities of a witch combined with the speed, strength, reflexes, and sixth sense of a vampire along with its longlivity and regeneration powers. While leaving out the creature's need for blood as substanence and weaknesses against silver and sunlight.
It did not work with her, for some reason they just could not get her DNA to accept these changes, these 'gifts'. For a moment they thought they might've succeeded when they noticed her eye color changing. But even this detail was a failure as it kept switching back and forth between her natural green and the intruding red. She was written off as failed experiment. Nonetheless they kept her around, it's not everyday they get to keep a Shadow wielder.
Years and years go by and as these researches exchanged their lab coats to the new generation and the one after that and the one after that, Nora remained in her rusted cage, with bruised beak and clipped wings. They placed her in a custom made cell made with white walls and bright lights surrounding her constantly. Removing any chance of manifesting her powers. She never stopped fighting though, she always made sure that when they came for her to drag her back for more needles or target practice for the new guinea pigs...They will bleed before she will.
"Trading one predator for another."
The year is 2006. Besides the eye color, the researches noticed something that they completely overlooked. She never aged, not one bit. Frozen at the age of 26 for almost a hundred years. She at the time did not realize this as well. Always being confined in the American facility, only to be let out to the outside world for subjects to use her as target practice to demonstrate their skills. Even outside they were cut off from civilization. There aren't any buildings that may betray the era that she was in. She did know that she was in captivity for years...When looking at her own face she just assumed that she 'aged well'. Perhaps with the new experimental technology they could yet succeed with this one. So far they had managed to make several hundred subjects that were perfect crossbred. Only a handful are bred to another level, crossbreeding several supernaturals (more than 2) in one. They decided to transfer her to the British department of the Genesis-Group. A man wearing a mask that Nora only knows as Il Dottore (the doctor) has showed interest in her case.
- Il Dottore:
Britain - countryside, location unknown. Driving to their destination more treatments, needles and human punch bag requests are awaiting her. How badly did the bird want to sing her melodies again? How badly did this bird want to leave her rusty cage?
- One year ago:
(OOC: I have no idea about military terms, or gun talk or whatever. I'll try to describe these things as best as I can.)
Night time - Inside a van near a forest.
The heavy collar around her neck was chafing again, it always did after the shocks pricked her skin.
[Thunk]... [Thunk]...[Th-Thunk]
It kept bumping the wall behind her, that's how clunky it was. It seemed to be the only way to incapacitate her. Knocking her unconscious since they can't reach her with needles due to her violent behavior.
Dressed in nothing but a hospital gown she sat on the bench. Emerald eyes staring out the 2 tiny, fortified windows in the backdoors through the veil that her blonde hair formed. Focused intently to the dark beyond. Suddenly the van comes to a halt. Strange, since they're nowhere near their destination.
"Doctor, we seem to have a body on the road."
Radio contact is made with the second van leading the one that holds the cargo. A voice with an Italian accent speaks to one of the guards."Go see what caused it."
"Yes, sir." The guard responds. He steps out of the vehicle, grasping his rifle, aiming it towards the ground as he made his way towards the corpse. Years of experience told this man that these markings could only belong to one creature. "Shit...We got a blood donor..."
The men were now on high alert, each grasping their rifles a little tighter. "Vampires? Here? Odd, there aren't any towns nearby." The Dottore asked himself. He leaned in to his window in the passengers seat, his mask's beak not even scraping the surface when the first guttural screams echo through the woods.
"Arrgh!!!!" The Dottore steps out of the van, readjusted his top hat and brushing off his black suit while making his way towards the front of the first vehicle to watch this gore-ish spectacle between prey and predator. "Oh caro(dear), it seems there's still life in the ghoul yet." He looked to his left, his beak pointing towards depths of the woods. "Ready yourselves, men! We have company." While the guards fight of the other ghouls the Dottore kept his gaze for those woods..."So tonight -He- is here as well?"
Eleonora could hear the commotion going on outside. The guard that stays with her is getting nervous. "Don't move." He tells her as he gets up, he takes out a small remote making sure the batteries still work for that collar of hers. He unlocked the door and stepped out of the van, glancing around for the enemy.
Eleonora smirked. With eyes glowing red she stared ahead of her into the darkness of the outside world as shadows began to swirl around the man's feet. And just like that he disappeared from her sight. No time to waste, she wasn't sure if he was dead or unconscious. She summoned the shadows towards her and made the vines form a spike at its tips. With the needle like object she pried her cuffs around her wrists until it finally broke. She got off the bench and quickly jumped outside the van.
She looked around, the guards were to busy fighting off a vampire or a pack of ghoul. She couldn't tell in the dark. She took her chance and ran for it straight into the forest. Just running, don't look back. Just run!
The guard she attacked just a moment ago got back up and shouted, "She's getting away!!!" He pressed the buttons on the remote but it seems to have been broken during his fall. "Damnit." Along with 3 others he ran after her.
The Dottore turned towards the woods with an outstretched arm, his leather gloved hand slowly closing while he mutters, "Oh no....My canary." He sighed and looked at the first vehicle again. "Well...Better chase after her before -He- finds her."
Eleonora was panting heavily, as her legs took her deeper and deeper into the hornet's nest. Her bare feet dirty, branches and twigs tore at her skin whenever she past through them. She did not care where she was heading as long as it was far away from them.
"Tonight is not your night, Police Girl. You missed." The man in red spoke through a telepathic link to his fledgling while squishing the head of lowly vampire. He smirked. "I heard that..." He chuckled at her curses.
"Ugh, Master." She focused her rifle trying to block him from her thoughts as she aims her Harkonnen for the low-class vampire until...
She sees the creature fall down to its knees with black objects protruding from its torso as suddenly a woman appears into view. "A hospital gown? There isn't a hospital in miles. Ma-" She pondered. As she was about to ask Alucard for his opinion, he already cut her off. "I see her." She could almost see him grinning through their link, his curiosity getting the better of him and starts to chase his prey.
Meanwhile on the edge of the forest, a van is driving on a very bumpy path. The song Rehab by Amy Winehouse is playing as the Dottore hums along with an arm hanging out of the window and tapping against the door in tune with the song. "...Tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no. Hmm~Hm~Hmm..." All of the sudden one of his men jumps in front of the van, attacked by a ghoul. But the Dottore did not see it on time and simply runs over them. He looks into his rear view mirror, after a few seconds he states the obvious. "Oops." He turns his gaze towards the woods again, a couple of times so until he adjusted himself in his seat and gripped the wheel with both hands. "You spotted my canary already, Alucard? Very well, Hunter of the Night. A race for the bird it shall be." He turns the wheel sharply and drives through the branches while cranking up the gas, paving his way to his prize.
Nora's running was starting to get clumsy. She kept tripping over her own feet. By then Alucard had already caught up on and placed himself right in her tracks near a down sloped hill. Startled by the sudden flash of red appearing in front of her the blood stained woman takes a few steps back. The No-Life King loomed over her and said with a smirk, "Whatever you do, don't look to your right." Confused, she said "What?" And looked to her right.
"Gotcha!" One of the Genesis men tackled her. She tries to squirm her way out of his grip to no avail. He picks her up keeping her within his grasp. So focused on his task he did not even notice the ancient vampire standing in front of them, watching with amusement. It was only when he heard Alucard's chuckle that he looked up and his sense of victory was traded in for fear. "Oh fuck." Obviously this one is new and had not heard about Nora's nickname 'The Biter' in Genesis or why she was called that. One should never expose their throats to her. She craned her neck, facing the man's throat and launched herself at it. Biting down the arteries with as much force as she could. In pain the man lets go of her and clutched his neck as he fell down.
She looked up at the vampire as she spits out the chunk of flesh. Face and clothes colored red. Alucard laughed at the sight of her delectable appearance. "Yes...I like it rough too." As he reached for her she jumped back and aimed her hands for his torso preparing to fling these black projectiles to him. But missing her footing she fell backwards and rolled down the hill, instead of a black spike hitting the vampire, it crashed and lodged itself into a tree. Manifesting objects out of shadows, the vampire chuckled. Not something you see every day, at least from a human. Was she human? He noticed her eyes...Something was off.
The way down is rough and she slams her left side against a rock that was jutting out. She screams out in pain as the air gets knocked out of her lungs. That was definitely broken, she thought to herself. She finally lands by the bottom of the hill. It hurt to breathe. She crawled and brought herself to her knees as she noticed ghouls surrounding her. She closes her eyes as one lunged itself towards her with maw wide open.
[Bang]
Gunshots? She opened her eyes again and one by one the fiends fell and turned to dust. Seras slides down the hill and landed next to her with the Harkonnen resting on her shoulder. Alucard appeared in front of her again and this time aimed his Jackel towards her and pulled the trigger. She wanted to scream but only wheezing sounds came out. Then a ghoul fell by her side and withered away. She looks up at both creatures. Were these Genesis' new pets? Did they came to retrieve her? Or maybe she was tricked and used as target practice again while these two showed off their tricks to their masters.
Her vision began to blur, she reached out for Alucard. He returned the gesture, offering his hand but it was ignored. She quickly grasped his bowtie and pulled on it until it unraffled. She coughed and sounded like she was trying to laugh with the tie in her hand, her last act of rebellion before she past out.
Meanwhile a top the hill the trio was being watched by two individuals. A panting man in armored attire and a man dressed as a modern plague doctor. The agent aimed his rifle for them but the Dottore stopped him and motioned for him to let them go. "It would be most unwise to steal the prey of a predator that is much larger than you." He watched them pick up the woman and walk away, back to their mistress. "Eleonora Tilly. I wonder how you'll fare in your new golden cage?"
Alucard turned around and looked up at the top of the hill. There was nothing there, but he could've sworn...he continued to follow Seras while she carried Nora. Perhaps tonight was not his night either. He chuckled.
A year has past since that fateful night when two hunters sought the same prey. When Seras and Alucard brought her into the Hellsing Headquarters, she was offered a choice by the leader of the organization. To stay with them and lend her her powers to help them fight against vampires and all other unholy fiends or to walk away now and seek her own path. She didn't know anything of the era, she had no one and nothing. So she did the obvious and joined their cause, showing her gratitude for saving her life and giving back her freedom by serving them unquestionably wherever she's needed.
RP sample: [I smushed the rp sample with the bio inside the spoilers. I figured it flowed better that way. And I got intimidated by rp sample...
There should be both social and battle samples of Eleonora!]