Post by heinkel on Oct 26, 2011 22:34:58 GMT -5
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* HEINKEL alex WOLFE !
[/size]Full Name: Heinkel Alex Wolfe.
Nicknames: None.
Codename: None – yet.
Age: Erm… She stopped counting a while ago… In truth, she’s forty, but looks about twenty-five-ish.
Gender: Both; and everything works, too, which she’s still not too comfortable with…
Birthday: January 27th, 1971.
Species: She’s a regenerator, so… Mutant.
Orientation: Homosexual; lesbian.
Status: Single; perpetually mourning, not currently looking.
Face Claim: Agyness Deyn.
Student/Professor/Occupation: Neither student nor professor, as of yet; occupation-wise, she’s... a cleric, for lack of a better term.
Which side are you on?: Neutral, for now.
Abilities: First and foremost, Heinkel is a regenerator; the only thing that she can’t heal from with almost unreasonable speed is having her body hacked into pieces and scattered all around the globe. Along with her regenerative abilities, her balance, co-ordination, reaction time, speed, endurance, stamina, and strength are what most might call just at the level of super-human, though not at the level of her predecessor (see her History for further details on that). She can also create moderately-powerful barriers.
Ability Limits: Though losing a limb won’t kill her, it will take her out of the fight for the time she needs to regenerate it. This time, however, really depends upon the person whom severed her limb; if the person is weaker than she, it would take at most twenty minutes for her to regenerate the appendage, but if the person were stronger than she, it could take anywhere from two hours to up to a day to entirely regenerate the limb. This goes for any other body parts she may have severed/removed from her person during the battle. As for her barriers, they can be overpowered, though the ease with which this is done does depend upon the person trying to get through. Along with this, Heinkel’s barriers only keep out/in physical persons; should the person become intangible, use an attack of a nonphysical nature, or if they use telekenesis/some other mental power, her barrier will do nothing to stop them.
Character: Original.
Eyes: Slightly almond-shaped, her eyes are a deep, almost hauntingly piercing sapphire blue. These eyes, however, are hardly ever seen, as she wears wire-framed dark glasses constantly (her eyes are extremely sensitive to light).
Hair: Short, choppily-cut, and extremely boyish, her hair is an almost white platinum blonde.
Body Type: Extremely athletic, and yet still very skinny.
Weight: 120lbs.
Height: Six feet, zero inches.
Flaws: She bears a large, ugly scar spanning most of her face (the bullet tore through her left cheek and shredded the right side of her face almost completely) which she will sometimes wear tattered bandages to hide. Along with this, she bears scars at the shoulder of her right arm and around her mid-thigh of her left leg; these limbs were severed completely in 1998, and were the reason certain procedures were put into place.
Favorite: She likes the color of her eyes, but this is only because her late lover liked them so much.
GENERAL APPEARANCE---
Her hair is short-cropped and of a sandy-blonde color, while her eyes are a dark sapphire blue. The latter, however, are hardly ever seen, as she wears dark, wire-framed glasses (her eyes are extremely sensitive to light). Her build is lean and lanky, with her weight being 120lbs and her height being 6’0” even. Of course, being that she is so tall and weighs what most would consider much less than she should, she avoids letting anyone see her without her clothing on. After all, she doesn’t need people staring just because they can see her bones. Being of Austrian decent, Heinkel’s skin tone is an almost unnaturally pale olive.
This is made more so because she always wears the vestments of a Catholic priest, despite the fact that she’s technically a nun. A sizeable, gunmetal cross hangs from a leather cord around her neck, and her hands are always adorned by white gloves, which have a cross emblazoned on the back. She is nearly always seen smoking, and hardly ever without her partner Yumiko/Yumie (up until the latter’s death, of course). Due to the battle fought in London between Iscariot and Hellsing, she was made a regenerator (her right arm and left leg were sliced off by a crazy Hellsing bastard wielding wires of razor-sharp quality), but she still retains the massive, ugly scarring from where she was shot through the face.
Wardrobe: Other than her vestments, Heinkel will once-in-a-blue-moon be seen wearing men’s clothing. This is usually of a dark quality, and the collar of every men’s dress shirt she owns has been altered to mimic her priest’s backward collar. She will mostly wear these dress shirts with slightly fitted, dark-wash men’s jeans and nondescript, sturdy shoes in dark (usually dark brown or black) colors. Her gunmetal cross is never seen off of her person, unless it is demanded that she dress formally. Other than that, she dresses in a very masculine fashion, but only in a very formal manner (aka a tuxedo) if the occasion demands it.
The Likes:
- Women.
- Her guns.
- Catholicism.
The Dislikes:
- Men (the two she liked are both dead).
- Not being able to fight.
- Heretics/heathens/etc.
The Fears:
- Living forever with the memories of the things she has seen and lived through.
- Never seeing those she considered her family again.
The Hopes & Dreams:
- To one day die believing she has fulfilled the purpose God put her on this Earth to fulfill.
- To not have to mourn her love forever just to feel as if she isn’t betraying the late woman.
Strengths:
- Hand-to-hand combat.
- Crack shot (dead center every time and even at rapid-fire; she’s often called a gunslinger because of this).
- Tactical mental capacity.
- Hiding her emotions.
Weaknesses:
- Mid-/Long-Range Combat.
- Without her glasses, she’s blind as a freakin’ bat.
- Dealing with her emotions.
- Showing her emotions.
GENERAL PERSONALITY---
Heinkel can be extremely standoffish at times, and if the situation calls for it, cruel and sadistic. However, despite this she is extremely loyal to those she considers allies; her intelligence makes her a superb strategist, but the flip-side to that trait is that she often uses her intelligence to be deceitful, as in calculating the best advantage she herself could get out of something – because, really, what are the people she’s cheating going to do, kill her? She’s a regenerator, they can’t do jack shit to her unless they rip her to shreds and scatter the pieces far from each other, but of course she’d have killed them before they even got close to starting on that… And there goes her arrogance again, something she developed when showing off for a certain someone during their training days. Being as standoffish as she is, Heinkel trusts in an extremely slow manner; the only ones who have earned her trust quicker than she would have liked are dead.
(Thus, her “punch first, and ask questions when the person is tied up,” and “I’m not going to trust you even as far as I can throw you until I know I can trust you with my own secrets – which will probably be never,” mentalities.) As such, she’s quite reserved about both sexuality in general, and about her own sexuality. Bridging from her sexuality, however, she often finds herself strongly conflicted between two ideas. Should she follow her heart, or follow the teachings she has lived by and enforced with fire and bullets and death since she was fifteen? Thus, she finds herself in constant conflict within herself, and also why she is still technically in the closet after all these years. (As a note, she’s STILL beating herself up for never having told Yumiko/Yumie of her feelings outright before the night her world exploded into blood and flames and then gave way to an empty abyss of nothing.)
Mother: N/A.
Father: N/A. Ever since she was thirteen, an older priest (also her predecessor) filled this role for her; the man is, however, dead.
Sibling(s): Four older brothers; that’s all she knows.
Hometown: A small, snowy little town in Austria.
GENERAL HISTORY---
On a frigid winter night, and during a storm at that, in a small town in Austria, during the year 1971, Heinkel Wolfe was born. She was the youngest of four children, her older three siblings all being boys. Being that her parents were all but extremely poor, they had no use for a daughter. And so, she was dealt with in the only way they could think of, save for infanticide. She was left on the doorstep of a church-run orphanage mere hours after her birth. Growing up at the orphanage was hard and lonely for the young girl, but she quickly learned that only the strong would survive. She didn’t have parents, or friends, but that was fine for her; she didn’t need them. She would show everyone that. She would prove that she didn’t need anyone. Her theories were soon to be disproved.
At nine, Heinkel was transferred to a Vatican-run orphanage in Italy. There, she began to learn the truth of the world, beyond the small, isolated, and friendless life she had built for herself back in Austria. There, she learned what love was. Her roommate, Yumiko, soon became her best friend. Both were outcasts, but for different reasons. Heinkel was a girl whom looked and acted like a boy, refusing to wear the small versions of the nun’s habits which all the girls should wear, and instead wearing the small version of the priest’s robes, as the boys should have. Yumiko was an outcast for her split personality disorder, better known as Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID. The girl’s alter-ego Yumie was violent and brash, while Yumiko was shy and sweet. The two (Heinkel and Yumiko) stuck together no matter what happened, best friends to the end. (Yumiko would eventually teach her both English and Japanese, but the blonde refused to speak anything other than German unless she had to, thus resulting in her accent.)
But, as things always happened for Heinkel, her feelings for Yumiko quickly became more than friendship. By the time she was fourteen, the blonde had reluctantly admitted to herself her lesbianism, and that she was, for lack of a better term, head-over-heels in love with her very best friend. Another strange thing about Heinkel, was that the only other person she befriended was a young boy by the name of Maxwell Enrico. She could tell he didn’t like her much in the beginning, but she kept at it anyways; eventually, they became like siblings. Though not a friendship, she came to view an elder priest, one Father Anderson Alexander as the father she never knew; or, at least, what she supposed a father was supposed to be like. At the age of fifteen, Heinkel voluntarily joined Iscariot – a secret, military unit within the Vatican – and began her years of training. These six years were grueling and painful on both her body and mind, but she never gave up, aware that Yumiko and Yumie were beside her every step of the way (she supposed she wanted to impress Yumie, but she had always been motivated by a desire to protect Yumiko). During these years, Heinkel discovered her love of killing and battle.
Just a few months after her twenty-first birthday, Heinkel was made a full member of Iscariot. In the following six years, she quickly rose through the ranks to become one of Section XIII’s top assassins, her partner always being Yumie, and second only to Anderson himself. Though her abilities were never anything super-human in nature, her stamina, speed, agility, and marksmanship were far above anything to be scoffed at. However, this was when the snide remarks she received began to become more directed at herself personally, rather than simply about her choice of vestments. She hated to – and so never did – admit that the cruel whispers, and only half formed, off-hand comments about her being a lesbian here true. Heinkel wanted to spare Yumiko the truth, and so never outright told her best friend of her love for her. Despite this, however, just a few days after her most recent birthday before the events in London – twenty-seven years old; January 27th, 1998 – she couldn’t take it anymore. Heinkel broke down crying in confession to Anderson, something she had never before done – she never let anyone besides Yumiko see that she had emotions – and told the man she viewed as her father everything. Yumiko had overheard (to this day Heinkel doesn’t know how) and the two began a relationship soon after, when the slightly younger woman confided her own feelings to the blonde.
Heinkel never did learn Anderson’s thoughts on this, and as the entirety of Iscariot was embroiled in a covert and secret war with an organization from the UK called Hellsing, she wondered if she would ever find out – and if she would ever have the courage to outright tell Yumiko/Yumie how she felt, before it was too late and one or both of them ended up dead, when she knew she herself would end up in Hell. During the incident where the members of Iscariot were told to kill, and later apprehend, the head of the Hellsing organization, Heinkel attempted to carry out her orders, but received many a rebuke from Anderson, in what one might call the same fashion as a rebellious teenage girl is rebuked by her father. Despite disliking the fact that she could not follow orders, Heinkel would rather follow her “father” than Maxwell, despite the sibling-like relationship between herself and the director of Iscariot, and so she simply did as told.
In the current situation, Heinkel couldn’t help wondering if any of them would survive that night – that Walpurgisnacht – and if she even wanted, or deserved, to survive. When she saw Anderson, the man she had considered her father since she was ten years old, killed by Hellsing’s damned pet, she all but lost it. However, the one to avenge the good Father was Yumie – until she ended up sliced into pieces, that was, by one of Hellsing’s other agents. Heinkel attempted to kill the bastard, both to avenge her lover and because she was just pissed beyond words – by then she’d lost any and all of her cool head she may have retained – but ended up getting shot in the face (the entry-point ripped/shredded a hole into her left cheek; the exit-point let almost nothing of her right cheek behind), after which she was easily disposed of by the wire-wielding Hellsing opperative.
She knew nothing after her her right arm and left leg were sliced off, save for waking up in the medical wing back at the Vatican months later. As Maxwell was killed in London as well – she mourned the brother (Maxwell), lover (Yumiko/Yumie), and father (Anderson) she had lost all consecutively – a new bishop was selected to lead Iscariot. At that same time, Heinkel was made into Iscariot’s regenerator, thus succeeding her “father,” just as she would later learn that a girl by the name of Victoria of Hellsing had succeeded the man whom killed Anderson; thus, a new generation was added to the rivalry. It took the blonde some time to get used to using her new arm and leg, and to get used to her new abilities, but she quickly regained her position as Iscariot’s top assassin – and now as their trump card.
It’s been years since that night in London – almost fourteen – and currently one Sister Heinkel Wolfe searches to find her place in the unfolding events, while still remaining the Instrument of God’s Will (and often Divine Wrath) on Earth. Currently, she has been transferred to a place in America (Bayville, New York) to work at the Church there. She’s been feeling… odd about the town since she arrived a few weeks prior, but she has yet to figure out why this is.
Alias: Sam.
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: I’m a girlie.
Rules: Yes, yes I have.
RP Experience: Seven/eight-ish years.
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE---Light glinted off of two reflective surfaces, but only one was on the person of the blonde currently seated in an armchair just a few paces away from the other occupant of the room. The first of these were the lenses of her glasses, which has slipped down the bridge of her nose slightly. Normally, the pain the light would cause her eyes would have her shoving her glasses almost roughly pack into place with her first and index fingers, but as the light was just dim enough, she felt that she could deal with the slight pain. (Normally it would have been excruciating.) As such, her dark sapphire eyes were exposed a bit.
The second reflective surface was the rather large, gunmetal cross sure wore. Standing out against the black of the priest's cassock she wore – complete with closed, clerical collar, but minus the outer, robe-like portion – it glowed a soft gold. There had been a time, about three years ago now, when her attire had been almost too small, as after she had taken her preliminary vows at sixteen, this was all she could fit and the orphanage wouldn't pay for alterations. But now, now it was almost too big, as her near-skeletal body no-longer filled it out. That didn't stop her from wearing it, of course. After all, it was all she had; save for a second she had managed to steal when she was seventeen.
Currently, she was all but curled into the armchair, her small frame allowing this, with her black dress shoes resting on the floor in front of the chair. Her Bible was placed in her lap, open to Romans chapter fourteen, verses one through twenty-three (Romans 14:1 – 23). She devoured the words as passionately as she refused to touch food, but her concentration as not so great that she didn't sense the change of the atmosphere in the room, nor hear the soft whistle as the pencil sailed through the air towards her.
One of her gloved hands reached up and plucked the pencil neatly out of the air, almost as if it had been tossed to her. She didn't even bother with examining it, before just as neatly snapping it in half as she had caught it. She then raised her gaze to look at the other, younger blonde. Just as skinny as herself, Heinkel noted, but far more feminine, and almost seeming to be like a scared, wounded animal. Certainly, the priest-dressed novice nun had felt something of the same when she first arrived three years before, but she had Yumiko, so everything was alright. (She, however, still believed she had Yumiko, though the girl had been dead for a year now.)
Gazing emotionlessly, and almost coldly, over the rim of her glasses, Heinkel spoke. Though her voice wasn't raised at all, it cut like a knife through the stillness of the room. "Hate it here if you vill, I certainly do, but don't take it out on ozers. It vill just get you more zerapy sessions." Her accent was thick, but not as overbearing at it was when she was angry. No, it was just noticeable enough to mark her for the Austrian woman she was. As for her voice itself, it was dark and just a bit husky, ringing at alto pitch. Expressionless as she was, her lips twitched slightly at one corner, almost as if she wished to use the word "heathen" in reference to Vivian.
Her voice and her dressing habit, along with her androgynous features and her short-cropped blonde hair, had Heinkel mistaken for a boy more often than not. Of course, though no-one knew this, she wasn't really female either, as both sets of her genitals worked.
