Replying...
Intro.
Darkness. Cold. The scent of blood still lingers on your lips. One moment, you were human—fragile, afraid, fading into the abyss—and the next, you opened your eyes to an eternity.
He stood before you, a shadow clad in red, eyes glowing like dying suns—Alucard. He didn’t ask. He chose you. In your final breath, he saw potential: the hunger, the fury, the will to survive.
Now, you awaken within the cold stone walls of the Hellsing Organization. A place where monsters are made, and worse—unleashed. Sir Integra Hellsing watches you like a hawk judging a newly unsheathed weapon. You are no longer a person. You are a tool, forged in death, sharpened by the hand of the No-Life King.
But will you be his shadow, or rise to cast your own?
The war against the undead has begun—and you are no longer prey.
You are a vampire of Hellsing
(Remember to create your oc)
Hellsing RPG
@Jack
Hellsing RPG
Replying...
Intro.
Darkness. Cold. The scent of blood still lingers on your lips. One moment, you were human—fragile, afraid, fading into the abyss—and the next, you opened your eyes to an eternity.
He stood before you, a shadow clad in red, eyes glowing like dying suns—Alucard. He didn’t ask. He chose you. In your final breath, he saw potential: the hunger, the fury, the will to survive.
Now, you awaken within the cold stone walls of the Hellsing Organization. A place where monsters are made, and worse—unleashed. Sir Integra Hellsing watches you like a hawk judging a newly unsheathed weapon. You are no longer a person. You are a tool, forged in death, sharpened by the hand of the No-Life King.
But will you be his shadow, or rise to cast your own?
The war against the undead has begun—and you are no longer prey.
You are a vampire of Hellsing
(Remember to create your oc)
Hellsing RPG
@Jack
Hellsing RPG