Application for Rivelata
PLAYER
NAME: Caitlin
PERSONAL LJ: rockpet
EMAIL/MESSENGER(S): AIM = caitlinyes
TIMEZONE: East Coast
CHARACTER
NAME(S): Schrodinger
FANDOM: Hellsing
BACKGROUND HISTORY:
Schrodinger is a member of the Nazi battalion known as Millennium. Led by a short, fat man know only as the Major, Millennium was a secret battalion bent on the bold and glorious pursuit of war rather than world conquest. Held over from the second world war, when they were a secret division dedicated to making the perfect soldier, they were finally brought to their end by a secret British organization known as Hellsing. Now risen again, the Major, a madman, has dedicated himself to either the destruction of the world or the destruction of themselves. Hellsing was dedicated to fighting monsters like those found in Millennium. It’s most powerful hitman or “trash man” as he was called, was Alucard, a vampire of legendary proportions, bound to the humans. Little is known about Schodinger’s history. How he came to be in Millennium or his true age. By his uniform and estimated physical age, he may have been a member of the Hitler Youth. There’s a chance he was created by the Dok as an envoy, since his indestructible nature is perfect for dealing with the trigger happy types that lurk about Hellsing.
Regardless of the time spent, he grew no real attachment to anyone in the Millennium Organization, instead making it his apparent duty to tease and torment those who catch his fickle interest. The Major allowed him to get away with this because he did his work well and completed his mission, even going so far as seeming to enjoy the boy’s impetuous nature. The Dok was something the disgruntled father, constantly displeased with and scolding Schrodinger for his insolence. He was the only one to ever scold Schrodinger for mouthing off to the Major and always the one to glare disapprovingly when the boy forget his handbook. The only creature Schrodinger has ever shown real attachment and respect for is the silent werewolf Captain. It’s possible that was due to the Captain being a werewolf, similar to whatever Schrodinger is, and the only other in the brigade.
Schrodinger’s first encounter with Hellsing was to deliver the Major’s declaration of war. He himself proclaimed her was everywhere and nowhere, thus why he had no trouble slipping by Hellsing’s security. Unfortunately for him, Hellsing had a rather firm “Shoot the messenger” policy. The meeting ended with Schrodiner’s brains splattered across the floor the Hellsing meeting hall. Or maybe not so. Thanks to his powers, he was able to reform himself and travel back to Millenium’s base in the blink of an eye.
Praised by the Major for his good work, he sat with the mad Major and the assembled force to watch the massacre on a naval ship and then the ultimate death of the vampire Rip van Winkle brought on by Alucard. Oddly enough, he’s also seen on the ship itself, holding the video screen that allowed the Major to deliver his final message to the dying Rip and the blood crazed Alucard.
Shortly after this, the Major gathers his men for a grand attack, a raid on London and specifically Hellsing. During the raid, Schrodinger is again seen in various places, including the memories of a dying comrade. He reminds her with a wicked smile that nowhere is off limits to him. Not even a person’s memories before he’s off again, most frequently seen near the silent Captain or the Major.
TIMELINE SUMMARY: Right in the middle of the raid on London
PERSONALITY:
Schro is a cat in every aspect. He has little to no respect for authority, going with whatever’s the most interesting or in his best interests. He attaches himself to people he finds interesting, however he shows no real attachment to anyone and rather delights in teasing the objects of his interest. The only person in cannon he ever showed any sort of affection for is the enormous silent Captain, who is the only other non-vampire in the battalion. It’s possible that Schrodinger’s respect came from the Captain’s immense strength, but again Schrodinger rarely says anything straight forwardly unless it could possibly get a rise out of whoever he happens to be talking to. In which case, he says whatever he wants, however he wants, with absolutely no regard for who might be listening. He is perpetually cheerful with a smartass and lackadaisical nature. Any manners he exhibit have an edge of playfulness to them, although he is genuinely polite to women, politely greeting both Seras and Integra Hellsing when he first appears in front of them. He’s not particularly commited to the Major’s vision of ultimate war, although he does his work efficiently and flawlessly. For him, it’s more like a game, or something to simply do. Schrodinger has a bit of cruel streak although he’s not typically outright violent himself. He’s usually unaffected by violence around him and isn’t the least bit accustomed to having people worry or even really care about his welfare. Granted, he also isn’t at all used to the prospect of actually dying and staying dead.
He’s not scared of a permanent death despite that. He’s died so many times already it doesn’t seem like that much of a big deal.
During his stay in Rivelata, he softened a bit, particularly towards a few certain blonde women and a dark haired kid known as Stevie. Both of the woman died suddenly and violently and Stevie fell into what seemed like a permanent coma. This put Schro in a bit of a confused spiral because while he was certainly used to losing people, he wasn’t used to feeling so terribly close to them. Having been ported out and now returned, he retains his old memories, but has the confusing crush of who he was becoming in Rivelata versus who he is in his world. Given that he’s never actually had to cope with these things before, he would most likely stick with what he knows, in a way hiding behind his prankster mentaility.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Schrodinger is naturally very springy and bouncy, much like any other normal cat would be. In addition to that, he has a heightened sense of smell and hearing. What sets him apart from just about every living thing ever is that Schrodinger is everywhere and nowhere, living and dead all at once. He can take any physical damage and reappear somewhere else perfectly fine. He can go anywhere, literally, even within a person’s memories or dreams. Nowhere is off limits to him.
With the exception of Rivelata, where he’s stuck porting from one place to another only. He’s just recently gotten good at porting long distances and his healing abilities have gone from nonexistent to almost as good as they were back home.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON:
The air cleared suddenly. It wasn’t like breaking through a cover of trees or pulling yourself out of a hole. Rather that one moment, he was sitting amongst the branches of one of the larger trees in the jungle, deciding whether or not he even wanted to keep trying to port about, and the next he was sitting on the roof of the butcher’s shop. It was dizzying to suddenly see the town spread out before him, the jungle hemming it in on one side, the ocean on the other. He stood and for a moment simply stared. It didn’t seem possible, but… well, his entire existence was impossible.
And now it felt as though he had spit in the face of the gods and burned whatever heaven they had to the ground. A large, wicked grin spread over his face and he practically folded over double as the laughter bubbled up. Yes. YES! He was back! And getting better at porting long distances, it appeared. After months of visualizing and trying to find his way back to one specific spot or another in the town, only to find himself in some other deeper, darker part of the jungle. Victory! A small one, but he would take it.
The only way it would have been better is if he had found a way to port back to his Captain’s side.
He leapt from the roof, landing neatly on the rooftop of the building next door. He needed to find where he had stashed the journal. Food wasn’t so necessary. Part of the last few months of survival had been fighting and killing whatever wildlife he came across. Though as a result, his prized uniform was now badly blood stained and torn in several places, any wounds he received long since healed. Later, he would fix that later. Reestablishing contact came foremost. He wondered if his colleagues were still about or if the island had continued it’s way of ripping people in and out of their lives. He wondered if anyone even remembered him and decided that well he had best reestablish is presence. And he wondered, briefly, about a certain dark haired boy before he shoved it away. Sentimentality was not for the likes of him and he would not be shackled to it.
NOTES: Schro’s returning after an extended break of getting hopelessly lost in the jungle during an unfortunate porting incident while he was stuck in a drastically younger form. He’s been wandering and popping through the jungle for the last few months, trying to figure out where the hell he is and how the heck to get back somewhere.
NAME: Caitlin
PERSONAL LJ: rockpet
EMAIL/MESSENGER(S): AIM = caitlinyes
TIMEZONE: East Coast
CHARACTER
NAME(S): Schrodinger
FANDOM: Hellsing
BACKGROUND HISTORY:
Schrodinger is a member of the Nazi battalion known as Millennium. Led by a short, fat man know only as the Major, Millennium was a secret battalion bent on the bold and glorious pursuit of war rather than world conquest. Held over from the second world war, when they were a secret division dedicated to making the perfect soldier, they were finally brought to their end by a secret British organization known as Hellsing. Now risen again, the Major, a madman, has dedicated himself to either the destruction of the world or the destruction of themselves. Hellsing was dedicated to fighting monsters like those found in Millennium. It’s most powerful hitman or “trash man” as he was called, was Alucard, a vampire of legendary proportions, bound to the humans. Little is known about Schodinger’s history. How he came to be in Millennium or his true age. By his uniform and estimated physical age, he may have been a member of the Hitler Youth. There’s a chance he was created by the Dok as an envoy, since his indestructible nature is perfect for dealing with the trigger happy types that lurk about Hellsing.
Regardless of the time spent, he grew no real attachment to anyone in the Millennium Organization, instead making it his apparent duty to tease and torment those who catch his fickle interest. The Major allowed him to get away with this because he did his work well and completed his mission, even going so far as seeming to enjoy the boy’s impetuous nature. The Dok was something the disgruntled father, constantly displeased with and scolding Schrodinger for his insolence. He was the only one to ever scold Schrodinger for mouthing off to the Major and always the one to glare disapprovingly when the boy forget his handbook. The only creature Schrodinger has ever shown real attachment and respect for is the silent werewolf Captain. It’s possible that was due to the Captain being a werewolf, similar to whatever Schrodinger is, and the only other in the brigade.
Schrodinger’s first encounter with Hellsing was to deliver the Major’s declaration of war. He himself proclaimed her was everywhere and nowhere, thus why he had no trouble slipping by Hellsing’s security. Unfortunately for him, Hellsing had a rather firm “Shoot the messenger” policy. The meeting ended with Schrodiner’s brains splattered across the floor the Hellsing meeting hall. Or maybe not so. Thanks to his powers, he was able to reform himself and travel back to Millenium’s base in the blink of an eye.
Praised by the Major for his good work, he sat with the mad Major and the assembled force to watch the massacre on a naval ship and then the ultimate death of the vampire Rip van Winkle brought on by Alucard. Oddly enough, he’s also seen on the ship itself, holding the video screen that allowed the Major to deliver his final message to the dying Rip and the blood crazed Alucard.
Shortly after this, the Major gathers his men for a grand attack, a raid on London and specifically Hellsing. During the raid, Schrodinger is again seen in various places, including the memories of a dying comrade. He reminds her with a wicked smile that nowhere is off limits to him. Not even a person’s memories before he’s off again, most frequently seen near the silent Captain or the Major.
TIMELINE SUMMARY: Right in the middle of the raid on London
PERSONALITY:
Schro is a cat in every aspect. He has little to no respect for authority, going with whatever’s the most interesting or in his best interests. He attaches himself to people he finds interesting, however he shows no real attachment to anyone and rather delights in teasing the objects of his interest. The only person in cannon he ever showed any sort of affection for is the enormous silent Captain, who is the only other non-vampire in the battalion. It’s possible that Schrodinger’s respect came from the Captain’s immense strength, but again Schrodinger rarely says anything straight forwardly unless it could possibly get a rise out of whoever he happens to be talking to. In which case, he says whatever he wants, however he wants, with absolutely no regard for who might be listening. He is perpetually cheerful with a smartass and lackadaisical nature. Any manners he exhibit have an edge of playfulness to them, although he is genuinely polite to women, politely greeting both Seras and Integra Hellsing when he first appears in front of them. He’s not particularly commited to the Major’s vision of ultimate war, although he does his work efficiently and flawlessly. For him, it’s more like a game, or something to simply do. Schrodinger has a bit of cruel streak although he’s not typically outright violent himself. He’s usually unaffected by violence around him and isn’t the least bit accustomed to having people worry or even really care about his welfare. Granted, he also isn’t at all used to the prospect of actually dying and staying dead.
He’s not scared of a permanent death despite that. He’s died so many times already it doesn’t seem like that much of a big deal.
During his stay in Rivelata, he softened a bit, particularly towards a few certain blonde women and a dark haired kid known as Stevie. Both of the woman died suddenly and violently and Stevie fell into what seemed like a permanent coma. This put Schro in a bit of a confused spiral because while he was certainly used to losing people, he wasn’t used to feeling so terribly close to them. Having been ported out and now returned, he retains his old memories, but has the confusing crush of who he was becoming in Rivelata versus who he is in his world. Given that he’s never actually had to cope with these things before, he would most likely stick with what he knows, in a way hiding behind his prankster mentaility.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Schrodinger is naturally very springy and bouncy, much like any other normal cat would be. In addition to that, he has a heightened sense of smell and hearing. What sets him apart from just about every living thing ever is that Schrodinger is everywhere and nowhere, living and dead all at once. He can take any physical damage and reappear somewhere else perfectly fine. He can go anywhere, literally, even within a person’s memories or dreams. Nowhere is off limits to him.
With the exception of Rivelata, where he’s stuck porting from one place to another only. He’s just recently gotten good at porting long distances and his healing abilities have gone from nonexistent to almost as good as they were back home.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON:
The air cleared suddenly. It wasn’t like breaking through a cover of trees or pulling yourself out of a hole. Rather that one moment, he was sitting amongst the branches of one of the larger trees in the jungle, deciding whether or not he even wanted to keep trying to port about, and the next he was sitting on the roof of the butcher’s shop. It was dizzying to suddenly see the town spread out before him, the jungle hemming it in on one side, the ocean on the other. He stood and for a moment simply stared. It didn’t seem possible, but… well, his entire existence was impossible.
And now it felt as though he had spit in the face of the gods and burned whatever heaven they had to the ground. A large, wicked grin spread over his face and he practically folded over double as the laughter bubbled up. Yes. YES! He was back! And getting better at porting long distances, it appeared. After months of visualizing and trying to find his way back to one specific spot or another in the town, only to find himself in some other deeper, darker part of the jungle. Victory! A small one, but he would take it.
The only way it would have been better is if he had found a way to port back to his Captain’s side.
He leapt from the roof, landing neatly on the rooftop of the building next door. He needed to find where he had stashed the journal. Food wasn’t so necessary. Part of the last few months of survival had been fighting and killing whatever wildlife he came across. Though as a result, his prized uniform was now badly blood stained and torn in several places, any wounds he received long since healed. Later, he would fix that later. Reestablishing contact came foremost. He wondered if his colleagues were still about or if the island had continued it’s way of ripping people in and out of their lives. He wondered if anyone even remembered him and decided that well he had best reestablish is presence. And he wondered, briefly, about a certain dark haired boy before he shoved it away. Sentimentality was not for the likes of him and he would not be shackled to it.
NOTES: Schro’s returning after an extended break of getting hopelessly lost in the jungle during an unfortunate porting incident while he was stuck in a drastically younger form. He’s been wandering and popping through the jungle for the last few months, trying to figure out where the hell he is and how the heck to get back somewhere.