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Player Information
Name: Liz
Age: 20
AIM SN: the p0rn nun
email: silkenaracna@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? yes!
Bonus: How did you hear about Siren's Pull? Thleen, Hope, Shelly, all those jerks… they're jerks.
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Hellsing
Canon Format: Anime/Manga
Character's Name: Jan Valentine
Character's Age: 23 (Never stated in canon, but if I had to estimate!)
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played. n/a
What form will your character's NV take? An average cellphone, with voice and video capabilities and a fold-out qwerty keyboard.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: The chip that makes Jan a vampire increases his speed, stamina and agility as well - but not nearly to the level that the other vampires of Hellsing have. He also can make ghouls of the corpses of people that he kills, which are under his command.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? If it's possible, I'd like Jan to have a vampiric boost, since his own powers aren't all that impressive as they are. He'd be able to heal his body with the help of the shadows that Seras and Alucard use in canon, and once he got the hang of it, willingly dissolve himself into those same shadows. His strength and speed would be a little higher than what they are in canon as well.
Weapons: In canon Jan comes with two semi-automatic P90s - he'd be pretty pleased to have them with him still!
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: In the world of Hellsing, there are vampires and there is Alucard, with a clear divide between the two. Vampires: creatures of the night, violent, mostly single-minded, and without forethought or planning, living just to enjoy the moment. They're a step above humans in strength and agility, and they typically take this as evidence of godhood, as license to rip and tear their way through whatever humans they might encounter. And then there's Alucard, the vampire that takes care of trivial matters like these, and he does it with a shadowy grin and minimal effort.
But eventually there began to come a new breed of vampire, one created to give this vampiric vampire killer, Alucard, a run for his money. Stronger, faster, able to regenerate, unfeeling of pain. Brothers Luke and Jan Valentine were the first two of these introduced in Hellsing. These two, polar opposites to each other despite their relation, were sent to the Hellsing manor with the orders to kill everyone inside, paying special attention to Integra Hellsing herself and her pet Alucard.
Cool-headed and self-possessed Luke descended to the basement to do battle with Alucard, confident that he would be the man's defeat, while hot-headed and excitable Jan (and his moaning, hungry army) took on the Hellsing soldiers to work their way toward Integra. Jan took care of the soldiers that opposed him, gleefully killing them all and turning them into ghouls to be part of his invading army. He took his time actually finding Integra though, preferring to stop along the way to enjoy bits of her wealth. He complained of the class segregation in England as he enjoyed one of her fine cigars, hinting that he was on the less fortunate side of the divide. But discovery of Integra's showy display of wealth seemed to give him renewed vigor, and he marched towards her location deciding, very loudly, to fuck her, shoot her in the head, and fuck her there too.
Walter and Seras were his first real obstacle, and he took to the challenge presented by them with nothing short of utter delight. He watched with alternating amazement and maniac joy as Walter made short work of his ghouls, and the proceeded to start on Jan himself. Jan managed to make it to the end of the hallway and fling open the door to the room in which Integra had been holding her meeting (at the expensive of one of his arms, lost to Walter's wires), only to find thirteen pistols leveled at him.
But even that wasn't too much a damper on his general delight, and as he slumped against the far wall, full of holes and leaking blood from everywhere, his laughter and vulgarity carried through to the end. He knew perfectly well that he'd failed the mission he'd been given, and that he was certainly going to die (by Walter's capable hands after a few rounds of torture, if not more quickly and immediately by his superiors themselves), and didn't seem particularly bothered by it. He had, after all, had one hell of a good time wrecking up the place. He gave Integra the clue Millennium as his superiors activated the self-destruct of the chip responsible for his vampiric nature and burned him to death.
Point in Canon: Just after burning to death.
Character Personality: Jan Valentine is vulgar. If he hasn't described something using the word 'fucking' in at least the last ten seconds, then he's not doing it right. He's loud, he says exactly what he thinks, and the devil may care if he's going to offend someone with it. In fact, it's probably going to be more amusing if someone is offended, so why not aim for the top? Insults are flung as casually as greetings. Murder, cannibalism, skull fucking -- none of these are topics that he spares, all get their time in the limelight.
He's also nearly the exact opposite of his brother, Luke Valentine. Luke is a carefully maintained dandy, controlled and calm and well-mannered, dressed perfectly and with his long, blond hair tied neatly back. Meanwhile Jan is a carefully maintained asshole, face full of piercings and manners loud and crass. He's talkative to the point that he needs only his own vocal chords to keep amused, rude enough to drive away a saint, blunt enough to make a sailor blush, and not to mention almost completely self-serving.
Aside from to his brother, Jan knows no real loyalty, and his main drive is generally only to create mayhem and provide himself some with some amusement. It's fine by him if he cheats a bit, bends the rules a little, it's all for the sake of the game. And the only real winner will be, of course, himself -- and whoever took it upon themselves to aim his destructiveness in a desired direction. But while he loves mowing down innocents, if he finds an actual challenge he doesn't get angry, he isn't afraid, and he's certainly not resentful to find himself being potentially torn to pieces; instead he absolutely loves the idea of a real fight, and will laugh himself hoarse even as he's losing limbs and finding holes shot through his body.
But despite his lust for chaos and generally destructive fun, Jan does knows how to keep an operation under control. He can follow orders and he won't lose his head and forget himself in the heat of battle, be it the high of victory or the gut-twisting knowledge of looming defeat. Jan Valentine is, in short, a good soldier, provided he was given enough incentive to pick a side and stay on it.
Character Plans: Jan, being pretty much an agent of chaos, would be a fun way to stir things up and create havoc for the other characters. He'd have no alliances (at least not for a while), and he'd be pleased to terrorize everyone without discrimination!
Appearance/PB: here!
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[a few fumbling clicks, as Jan toys with the new phone he's suddenly found in his pocket, then-]
The fuck? Oh, shit, this thing on?
What's up, bros and bitches? Say, uh, anyone out there know if this shit is Hell? Cuz I dunno about you all, but I was expecting a whole hell of a lot more fire and little red dudes and shit. Where the fuck're the pitchforks? And I ain't seen one goddamn accountant yet, so what the fuck gives? I mean, I definitely fuckin' died, and I definitely fuckin' know where my ass was headed, so... shouldn't that make this shit Hell?
Third Person Sample
It could have been a shadow on the roof of the building. It could have been a stone gargoyle. It could have been nothing at all, save an overactive imagination. It was, of course, none of these. The figure crouched easily on the edge of the old stone edge of the roof, one dark-glad knee to his chest and a crocodile's grin stretched across his face. Jan grinned into the night from his post, golden eyes closely tracking a lone form below him. A target. A victim. His fucking prey. And with that in mind, Jan moved.
Long limbs unfolded in an instant, and just as fast his lanky, dark from was streaking down from his perch. He bounced once off of one of the brick walls of the dark, shadowed alley, and landed before the man with a quiet thump and a metallic clink of the P90 held under one of his arms. That sharp-toothed smile stretched wider still, prompted by the widening of the man's eyes before him. He'd been busy, the man. He'd been on the look out for the monsters that stalked the dark night, scanning the streets around and behind him. He'd done a good job, he'd done well to make it as far as he had.
He probably hadn't counted on Jan.
"Sup, my man?!" Jan straightened from the crouch he'd landed in, slinging his gun up over his shoulder. The man looked frightened and now wary as well, as though trying to decide whether or not his sudden visitor was on his side. Jan's grin couldn't have stretched any wider, but the thought that the man would be rearranged in short order, most likely all over the walls of the alley, gave him a whole lot more enthusiasm than he'd had just a second ago.
"You ready?" he asked, sounding almost cordial. The man started to stammer a reply, but Jan didn't give him a chance to get it out. "Yeah. I thought so." Then he was darting forward, teeth baring and machine gun swinging around to bring its muzzle forward.
He never even needed to fire - his fangs were all he needed, and he put them to bloody and enthusiastic work.