Hello !! This a thread I'm p excited about. What if several years into the future, and a few generations away.. most vampires have either gone into hiding, or have been sealed away? As a last ditch effort to rid the world of them, an organization had found a way to seal them for what they thought, was permanently. A girl, named Ophelia is a direct descendant from Integra Hellsing, her grandmother having been her child. It's been a while, and Alucard himself has been buried in the depths of history. He is the Hellsing family's darkest legacy, and deepest secret. That is why, whilst living at the Hellsing Estate, she has stumbled upon Alucard, sealed away beneath chains and stored inside a special box. It was sealed, and made especially for the likes of him. Curious as to what it is, she unearths it by unwrapping the chains and opening the box. Only to find.. a corpse. An impeccably kept corpse, almost as if it could be breathing. And then, he's awoken. Due to being the most recent generation of the Hellsing Family, he is meant to serve her. She doesn't exactly know what to do with him though, she was more or less a normal girl who had been attending high school, for goodness' sake. We can discuss stuffs! c: I would really love this to become shippy tho. Like. I'm dyin' here. it would even be better if he was a bit defensive later on. eeep. shes also seventeen, verging on eighteen so i dont suppose its all too weird???
Linkies of her face, I drew !! c: She has platinum blonde hair, and gray eyes.
There had always been certain parts of the estate, that she had never been allowed to go in ever since she had been young. Especially the bowels of it, the very lowest parts. Her parents had told her it was a dark and disgusting place that nobody tended to, and that a young lady such as herself should not be getting dirty. She hated it, and always felt the urge to go deeper into her own home. She had been spoiled as a young girl, and had used that to her advantage in her earlier days. She did at times today, still. Not as though to wave it over anyone else, but if she wanted something like a nice sketchbook, or art supplies, she had no trouble attaining it. That, or something like a pet. She only had one though, a cat she'd had since she was eight or so.
It had been her companion whenever her parents were gone, and often they were. She was usually alone, as she often had trouble making friends. Others at her school were difficult to talk to from her perspective, they made her too uncomfortable with their scrutinizing gazes, and their inability to understand her perspectives or sense of humor. Or maybe that was just her. She did have the tendency to be bit dark, or perverted even. She couldn't help it! She found those the most funny. Maybe she wasn't exactly the best person to be around when it came to such people. She shook her head though, she had to stay in the now. Ophelia could not afford to be lost in her thoughts, or caught for that matter.
She was slinking along the darkest part of the estate, just above where she should have never been. In fact, Ophelia shouldn't have been in this hall anyways. The lights were not on here, there was no decor. It was dusty, dark floorboards and blank walls. Shutters tightly shut against the windows and blocking out any sort of light. This place was.. eerie, to say the least if anything. She frowned, glancing around as she continued to creep quietly. She had decided to wear a long, red pleated skirt that reached her calves, along with a black long-sleeve ending at her elbows. She was barefoot at this time, likely not a good idea. But she wanted to remain quiet, lest she alert anyone to her presence here with noise.
As she neared the end of the hall, she slowly pulled out the flashlight she had brought along. At her side, was a simple brown satchel with a few objects inside. Gloves, in case she had to touch anything.. disgusting. A flashlight previously, to be able to see as she crept along. And a journal with a pen, to note down her findings. Her heart thumped heavily as she slowly began to open the door. Flicking on the flashlight, she stepped into the dank and darkened hallway. Ophelia grimaced, now having wished that she'd worn shoes or something. As she stood on the first step, she turned and left the door open in only the slightest. She didn't want to take any chances of locking herself away.. after all, nobody ever came this way. Standing at the very top, she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, and shined the light down the steps.
Taking careful, deliberate steps, she made her way down the spiraling stone stairs until she had finally made it to the very end. She stopped, as apprehension crept up and she began to feel worry. It wasn't as though something could possibly be down here or anything of that sort.. at least, she hoped. If anything, everything would be dead. But that terrified her as well! Demons, spirits.. skeletons. She shuddered, and forced herself forward as she shined the light around. She had already come this far, and it was only the first room. Finding nothing of interest, other than a few objects and bits of metal, she moved onto the hall. Unlit torches lined each side of the stone walls of the small hall. Coming upon the next room, she found what could only be described as cages. They were rusted and crumbling, and dried with the slightest bit of what she could only describe as..
She shuddered, quickly making to move on. She hoped she wouldn't get lost, even though so far.. it only seemed to be a one way direction, leading her on to something perhaps. She'd stop here for a moment before moving on, to note her findings, even if they were insignificant. Pulling out the thick, leather-bound journal, she quickly jotted a few sentences down on a page in the middle. The thing was already halfway filled, with other findings and theories even. She wrote down all of her ideas in it, and it most definitely was not the first. She flipped it closed and stuffed it back into the leather of her bag. As she came upon what she had assumed would be the next hallway, she was instead lead to a pair of spiraling stone stairs.
Not again.. Ophelia sighed, before beginning her way down. As water dripped from the ceiling, she shivered slightly. She wished she had brought a jacket now, it was so cold. Perhaps in hindsight, it wasn't best to have left without one. She didn't think that it would have lead to this though. It was simultaneously frightening, and absolutely wonderful as she satisfied the curiosity that had been itching and clawing at her for years. She had finally done it. Now, as she neared the end of the stairs, she was filled with anticipation. She stood there at the edge, shining out the light. As she saw nothing out of the ordinary, or as ordinary as a dark and mysterious bowel of an Estate could be.. she continued on. She had been surprised, as she hadn't stepped on anything for the entirety of the time she'd been there, save a few pebbles.
She let out a curse though, as her toes knocked against something rough. Looking down, she shined the light on whatever object had dared to stand in her way. Excluding the fact that she simply hadn't been watching herself, if anything. She paled as she saw what was a crumbling, human skull before nearly letting out a scream. She had to keep quiet, even this deep. She just.. felt that it would be best that way, but now that she had encountered such a disgusting, and awful object, she felt that it would be best to shine a light on her path forward before she moved. Seeing nothing, except a few stray bones that were in fragments, or crumbling.. she moved forth, careful to step over any remains.
She was horrified by the sights, and made to quickly move forwards, stopping only to shine a light down the hall. She was perplexed though, as this one was strangely clean, though as clean as one could consider what was likely hundreds of years old. It had a few rocks scattered about, and dust.. but that was it, no scattered remains, bits of metal or anything of the sort. It was strange, to her as she moved. She was a bit wary now, if not a bit frightened by the fact that it was so.. neat. She stopped as she came upon a rather large room, after finally ending her journey through the long and winding hall. Before she made any moves to go forward, she pulled out the journal she had kept with her and jotted down a few notes of what she had seen. Satisfied with her work, she looked down before placing it away once more.
The room was empty in it's entirety, save for the large and smooth box in the middle. It was lined with silver, and likely made of what appeared to be platinum. Crossed with silver chains, with engravings covering every surface of it. She was confused, what exactly was this thing? It shined, even in the dim lighting of the room, as if it held a presence entirely of it's own. Could this have been some sort of tomb? But who would it have been to? She couldn't think of it as anything of the sort, as there had been no way that the Hellsing family could possibly dedicate such an huge labyrinth to only a single person. Right? Moving forwards slowly, she traced her bare fingers across the smooth surface of the box, heart beat quickening in her chest as she moved around it.
She looked around, and found that the chains were buried into the ground of the room. Only now, did she realize that the floor had been dirt instead. Each end of the chain was surrounded by silver bars, as if to keep it under. She felt strangely bad about this, as she pulled on her thick gloves. But she desperately wanted to know what was inside, what she had been led to after all of this.. whatever it was. She began moving away the bars, and pulling on one of the chains. The bars weren't all too heavy, surprisingly enough, but those too were engraved. She tugged as hard as she could, only to no avail. She stared, as she had knelt onto the ground. Sticking the flashlight into her mouth quickly, she began to dig as she shined the light shakily on where she was aiming.
She found that the chains themselves were weighted down with a silver ball at the very end, as she finally pulled up the first one. She panted quietly, and stared around. Shining a light on the ground, she grimaced. If she was going to unearth whatever this was, it was going to take a bit. But there was no going back now. And it wasn't as though she could simply grab a shovel and leave, without appearing strange. No less, covered in dirt. She scooted back, reaching for the second chain and beginning the digging process a second time. She shivered, as the cold of the room rose goosebumps on her flesh, or perhaps it was the eerie silence and seeming presence of the very box she was attempting to free. She couldn't tell why, but she was drawn to. Perhaps it was the itching curiosity she had harbored all these years, and now that she had found her way down..
Well, she didn't plan on being disappointed, and she most definitely did not intend on ending her little excursion now. She leaned back, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand as she finally completed the other three and this side. She realized then, that she didn't have much else to do. She stood, lifting the chains and dragging them to the other side, finally freeing the box. She smiled widely to herself, and reached out. Pushing at the top, she frowned as she found that it would not budge. Was she not strong enough? Was it stuck? But it was in such pristine condition! Perhaps she really wasn't meant to get into any of this.. no, she couldn't give up now! She rounded the box, shining a light onto it's surface. But she couldn't find anything visible to show why she couldn't even budge the thing.
Though, as she neared the top, she saw only the smallest sliver of something. Perhaps she was instead meant to push it downwards? She put the flashlight in her mouth as she did this, reaching out and pushing roughly against the top. She gasped as it slid smoothly, a triumphant gleam twinkling in her eyes. As she pushed it far enough, she pulled back and grasped the flashlight she had held in her mouth. With it in hand, she turned the light down onto what she had been anticipating for so long..
She gasped, placing a hand over her mouth as she stared down. She couldn't be seeing this right.. could she? It was a corpse, it had to be. But he was so.. clean, and appeared so alive, almost. He was in perfect condition, it was almost as though he could be sleeping. But, the almost peaceful appearance he had was disrupted by the large silver chains that covered his body in almost it's entirety. She nearly dropped her flashlight as she saw him, what she had deemed a man. But then again, you never knew. Could he.. have been the first Hellsing? It wouldn't be that much of a tale, considering preserving bodies was a very common occurrence in the very early days. She didn't even think of the possibility of the first of her family, or anything like that!
"Oh god, I-I'm so sorry.. Sir Hellsing, please forgive me for my transgressions against your tomb." She spoke in a hushed tone, bowing her head low..
eep. there it iiis. id like for you to at least match half of my thing, and i usually tone it down to 1-2 paragraphs or less even afterwards. i can usually mirror !!! also she doesnt even realize that he isnt part of the family lmao.
