Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
Because there's not much more that I can fake
I recall the light, but the dark smothers me:
Hellsing
Because there's not much more that I can fake:
Four
Because there's not much more that I can fake:
male
I can't fake it:
A deep burning and almost glowing red, that seem to be almost…disturbingly glowing and bright, with two very thin rings of colors around the pupil, one very sharp silver and the other a vibrant and bright blue that puts “electric” blue to shame.
Because there's not much more that I can fake:
39 inches tall, 145 pounds. Hellsing looks exactly as he is, the shining example of a long line of Hell’s finest. His coat is the purests of midnight, ebony, and obsidian and above all else, he is Marked. Around both of his eyes is the familiar deep scarlet red and branching off from that jaggedly are slowly fading lines almost like branches of lightning. A deep scarlet dorsal stripe clings to his back and spinal area as if wound into the bones themselves. Both of these ears are also encompassed by that deep scarlet though around the very tips and edges they are just that little bit faded again into the dark, into a smoky scarlet typed color. Around his shoulder area are curving scarlet brindling that’s more faded than any of the other Marks but still there. The entirety of his left hindleg is also coated in a smokey black-scarlet color. The fur at his throat exclusively is where smoke and blood intermixes, the scarlet tipped fur of his throat lined with the out of place smoke grey. His right foreleg is a light cinnamon-scarlet starting at the paw and turns a progressively darker scarlet-esque hue as it goes up the leg until it fades into the black of his coat at the upper part of the leg. He’s intimidating and muscular and something that one indeed can learn to fear. His chest is of broad and wide as befitting one of his size and strength, his legs long and padded in toned muscle and backed up with strong bones, they give him the build of steel and death, the grip and pressure his trained jaws have more painful and precise than any hunter’s trap. His fur is smooth and sleek and fine as new silk, never allowed to be scruffy and always has a shimmer to it, even when sick or during the winter months. His movements and strides are fluid and he barely seems to set paw upon the ground, but they are not dancing or show-offy in any way, he just naturally moves that way.
It only hurts when you're eyes are open:
Hellsing is by definition a razor sharp and charismatically charming boy, with a sharp and cunning mind, and is rather cynical and has a dangerously venomous yet silken tone and has a way of telling you to fuck off without actually saying it. He comes across as arrogant and self-centered at times, but as long as you haven't wronged him he'll always be there if you’re on your deathbed. He has the ability to piss you off one moment make you laugh the next, and is known for his cutting or provoking actions and comments. Despite this he is far from selfish, and will prove himself completely selfless if the events around him call for it, and will do anything to protect those he actually gives a damned about. He is not unlikeable in any sense, even the opposite, easy to be friends with, and could easily become your most trusted. He can find insecurities and weaknesses rather quickly, since he had once been down this road before, himself, and can easily sniff out emotions somebody may be hiding. He is not one who really cares what people think and if you don't like him he'll ignore you.
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken
Unable to imprint
Two worlds should never collide
Pyrefly
HELLSING
It's almost seeing your soul for the first time