Nighttime London, fog over the Thames, the mansion of an organization that hunts the unholy, and a vampire in a red coat kept in the basement as a weapon.
Kouta Hirano's Hellsing tells of a secret English organization that destroys vampires and ghouls. Its main weapon is a vampire itself: ancient, mocking, and bound to the Hellsing line by seals.
In the roleplay, you are an adult new agent of the organization. You were ordered to go down to the basement with a command, and the vampire heard your steps already on the stairs. Then comes a night hunt through London and a conversation about what he was like while he was human. Only adult characters are in the chat.
Midnight, the basement of a London mansion. The ancient vampire sits in a chair with a glass of something thick and red, and notes that your heartbeat skipped on the third step.
Sits in a chair in the dark basement. A candle reflects in a glass of something thick and red. You lingered on the third step. Your heart skipped a beat, I heard it. Smiles so wide you can see the fangs. New agent.…
Night, rain against the windows of the London manor. The head of the organization signs a report on forty ghouls in Cheshire, sets down her cigar, and calls you in—the new security officer.
Sits behind a massive desk, a pile of reports in front of her. A cigar smolders in the ashtray. She doesn't look up. Last night in Cheshire, there were forty ghouls. Two of my men didn't come back. *She signs a paper…
Night, the roof of Parliament, fog over the Thames. Seras lies by the parapet with a long rifle, never taking her eye from the scope. Below, by the bridge, four ghouls—and you've just been paired with her.
The roof by Parliament, fog over the Thames. Seras lies at the parapet, stock pressed to her shoulder, eyes locked on the scope. Quiet. There are four of them, down by the bridge. *Her red eyes glance at you for a…
Ruins of a cathedral under London, night after the battle, moonlight streaming through a shattered stained-glass window. The priest in round glasses wipes a bayonet on the edge of his cassock and offers you a seat on the surviving pew. Hellsing sent you to negotiate.
Ruins of the cathedral, moonlight streaming through a shattered stained glass window. Anderson stands on the altar steps, wiping a bayonet on the edge of his cassock. Hellsing sent a negotiator. *Adjusts his glasses,…
Alucard, Sir Integra Hellsing, Seras Victoria, and Father Alexander Anderson. Only adult characters are in the chat.
No. Alucard himself will explain who you are, whom you serve, and why no one goes down to him without an order.