Name: Carmina Hancock
Gender: Female
Age: looks like about 20
Race: Prototype of a new kind of Regenerator
Organization: Penwood
Rank: Seargent
Bodybuild & Appearance:Because of her education to a soldier, the 5‘7‘‘ tall Carmina has an athletic and well trained figure, still very feminine, however. She’s really pale for a human, almost white skined what constitute a heavy but not inappropriate contrast to her dark brown hair with a deep parting at the left of her head, that reaches to her slender west and seems to shine in a kind of dark red in the sunlight.
Her eyes are emerald green, always mediating an impression of melancholy and seem very thoughtful and sceptical against everybody. Her well formed lips are red and she has got a little snub nose. In combat she often curse her F-Cups that men – of course- really attract but it could be awkward for a woman who can’t control every part of her body like a vampire might be able to...
Clothing:Carmina prefers elegant clothes, even often with a gothic touch, but mostly she wears dark jeans, narrow shirts (usually black, dark red, violet or brown coloured) with a deep neckline that stress her curves and black leather boots, both military or out door proofed and high heeled. She loves wearing long dresses and coats, too.
It seems impossible to meet her without silver jewellery. She always wears a Celtic necklace and ring –what gives a proof for her passion- as well as earrings with blue precious stones.
She likes leather corsets and at her breast she had pin on a badge with the old Hellsing –now Penwood- crest to identify her membership of the „Night Guards“ because she can’t stand the yellow uniform for women with this tinny mini skirt that Seras wears.
Abilities:Because of being a regenerator she’s able to heal almost every kind of wounds. But her healing powers aren’t so distinct like the ones of the quite superior Iscariot variant and so it takes sometimes a quarter of an hour or even longer until her body begins to react and to hurt terribly. Usually the regeneration causes more pain than the damage itself if the flesh is growing together again, blood is getting reproduce and so on. Her mental power helps her to stay calm, however.
It was necessary to train this while the experiments which have made her to the woman she’s today.
Above all her strengths in combat are her self-control, her very well eyesight that gives her the possibility to see almost perfectly in the dark or about high distances, her agility and her supposed immortal, that means her extraordinary resistance. She’s quite strong for a woman, too. You see, nothing really special for a common regenerator except her sight.
But her amazing eyes can even be a disadvantage, for example when the sun is shining bright. So she always has to wear sunglasses if she’s out by day.
Her most important weak point is -even if she has skills that could be similar to a lower kind of vampire, just like it’s usual for her race- that she’s nevertheless nothing but an human. She can survive a headshot but cut a part of her body off and she’ll never can regenerate it. Cut her head off or something like that and she’ll die easily.
Even if she survive a brutal attack she has to suffer while the regeneration and than she’s helpless until her body is ok again.
Weapons:>>Vindicator<<:
An about 4 feed long sword. Both sides of the holly silver blade are so sharp that cutting with it through an human body seems so easily like cutting butter.
It can be used both with one single hand and even with two and was forged by her direction.
Steyr AUG 3:
Caliber: 5.56mm NATO / .223 Remington
Action: Gas operated, rotating bolt
Overall length: 805 mm
Barrel length: 508 mm
Weight: 3.8 kg unloaded
Magazines: 30 or 42 rounds box magazines
Rate of fire: 650 rounds per minute
Effective range of fire: 450-500 meters with standard assault rifle barrel
included: tactical flashlight and telescope sight
Beretta M9 (92FS Army model)
Caliber: 9x19mm Luger/Para
Action: Double action
Overall Length: 217 mm
Barrel Length: 125 mm
Weight Unloaded: 950-975 grams, depending on model
Capacity: 15+1 rounds
Personality: Carmina never acts without thinking about what she’s in progress to do and is very pragmatically.
As a true soldier, the regenerator is absolutely loyal against her employer –but only against one she decided to work for by her own free will- and follows his orders mostly without asking for the >why?<. Sometimes she proposes other options or something like that but she probably never would avoid what she’s told to do. She’s very cynical, appears not really emotional and inscrutable. But in times of need her comrades always can lean on her.
Until she knows what she could expect of you, Carmina is very calm and sceptical and at first, she trusts in nobody. It’s possible that this even doesn’t change if she becomes more outspoken to someone, but who knows?
Her distance can change in no time, however.
When she’s in a climate that makes her feeling content and she begin to accept the persons in her present, the young woman can prove that she’s not such a quiet loner how it seems at the first sight.
She likes good jokes, DVD evenings with nice guys and even sometimes only talking or reading a book.
Sometimes if one says something that concern her >wound points< or even in combat the regenerator can suddenly become extremely impulsive and aggressive, however –the total opposite of her reserved first impression.
She fights using all her abilities and without being afraid of any risks. She seems to be very strong but from time to time she feels empty and lonely while remembering her past and because of that she’s than not only not afraid of dying, in those situations she’s more like tired of life. She thinks her very existence has no sense but it’s important for her that this never will become too obvious. Fortunately this melancholic rest only for a short time. After that follows this moments when she thinks living and to go on other peoples nerves is better than dying and getting forgotten too, however. But this are only the two extremes of her opinions about her life. Mostly she doesn’t care about her existence. What ever should happen, happens. So: Why being too afraid of everything?
There are other problems she has to think of, fighting for example –even if that’s in the end nothing but unimportant for her, too. It’s a possibility to become glorious. That’s enough.
One of her favourite life slogans: “Die with a smile on your face – lying onto the corpses of those who killed you!”
You really can say that she’s a kind of fatalist or even egalist. She always reckon with the worst case –because she likes this feeling if a event comes not true how she expected but better. For her, that’s the perfect ground to be a pessimist.
Even if she’s still young she’s a veteran who had seen a lot of the world and what’s going on in the different parts of the world and so there aren’t much things anymore she couldn’t make her jokes about. Politics, religion, life, death, embarrassing situations, hopeless situations, it seems all this doesn’t matter to her. But there still are this moments when the experienced, not too serious soldier suddenly makes the impression of the frightened girl she perhaps is truly. But who would be able to decide what’s her “true” face?
Probably she herself doesn’t know it, too...
Finally, Carmina has two special penchants: chocolate and quoting her favourite songs and movies when ever it could be suitable. You can say she’s a bit crazy in any way, I think.
It seems as if her stock of >Snickers< is endless. If she’s nervous she eats a Snickers. If she’s relaxing she eats a Snickers. And if she’s bored she eats a Snickers. That’s an advantage if you’re a regenerator: your weight can no more –how your whole body- change.
She is a mysterious woman who lost her identity and all her life. It’s not easy to be sure if she’s already insane or still only a kind of traumatised and trying to conceal this.
Even if she hates the military, the authority and everything like that today, even if she’s a nice, often kidding, intelligent young lady, she can’t finishing fighting and killing, that means: she thinks is the only way how she can live. There was for such a long time so much cruelty and pain in her life than she could change her habits from one day to the next.
Some people would say she’s a wreck of the woman she was once, now with a perhaps frozen, broken heart, who has lost the idea what her goal in life could be, not ready to choice suicide because this kind of death seems unhonourable –and her honour is one of the very last things she’s proud of- to her but she even is no more really crazy about her existence.
It’s difficult to describe her real personality because of Carmina's knowing how to cache it.
She’s an ideal, efficient soldier but her life is possible nothing but a show, covering her bitterness under the masquerade of a pretty face and perhaps only affected gestures.
Or is she just a scheming, cold hearted, selfish woman with a mind and body steeled in war who wants to hide her real self with her supposed mental problems to get any advantages at this way?
Well, that’s what people acting with her had to find out. Perhaps the truth lies somewhere between this two possibilities.
Biography: Carmina was born in 1998 in Belfast, Northern Ireland, as the daughter of an architect and a school teacher. She grew up in an area where bloody fights and terror between Catholics and Protestants seems to be a normal part of the daily routine, just like drinking a cup of tea. The Hancocks themselves were Protestants and nothing but civilians in this war of the denominations.
However, Carminas mother died when the girl was only seven years old, killed by an attack on a bus stop. The girl ever was calm, but after this great misfortune she became still more reserved. It’s possibly easy to understand that she developed in an other way than the same aged girls did. Her father hadn’t have the time to care about her because of his job and there weren’t some other relatives who did so.
Carmina had to assimilate this loss at her own. This is why she learned to be a loner with absolutely unusual interests and very independent – and she never gave it up to stand alone. She thinks that there’s nobody who ever could understand her in her mind.
While other children has been watching cartoons or something like that, the young girl preferred the Discovery Channel. When her classmates called Spiderman their hero, she favorited Beowulf. She always had a deep interest in history, philosophy, nature, myths and legends, especially in creepy ones and horror, so she read a lot of scientific books. When she grew up she began to interest in novels too, however. In no time the ten aged girl had found out which kind of literature was hers: only a few authors, but absolutely every book by them was a pleasure to read for her. Her faves became J.R.R Tolkien, Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, Oskar Wilde and H.P. Lovecraft.
She was –and is still- fascinated in mystery and fright and even the human insanity is fascination for her. So it’s not surprising that she admires this six writers the most because of their kind of expression and their extraordinary inventions, their <<visions of fear>>, the way they describe both, the worst madness and the most brilliant genious and even how they use symbols in epic stories which she always interprets at her own kind of view to give them a deeper sense.
So the young girl spent her childhood in dark thoughts, exploring both, the human mind and the history of the world and when she was eleven she didn’t longer seem to be a child but a bitter adult in mind what made it again more difficult for the calm outsider girl to come along with other kids. They thought she was <<strange>>, called her names but that did the little lass never mind. Sometimes it seemed as if she would life in her <<own world>>, not noticing what happened around her.
Her indifference was because she felt good like she was and she had her goals which she wanted to reach. That her closest friends was books was okay for her – until she was about 13.
There was a feeling inside her starting telling her, that only dreaming, reading and sometimes writing was not enough. There had to be more. She decided: She would take action.
Carmina joined a fencing club because she thought it could be interesting to get the skills she admires the most at the knights of the past and she supposed that a sport whom demand concentration and even agility might be very well for her constitution and make fun for her. It obtained quite fast that she was gifted in fencing. So it’s not surprising that she loves it still today and that one of her favourite weapons is a sword.
At the same time she joined a shooting club, too. Her calm nature made aiming to no problem for her, even if she wasn’t as good in shooting as in fencing.
With about 16 years the pale girl became a part of the subculture of >Gothics<. She liked their styles, their music and a lot more –and still does- but she had to recognise that she wasn’t able to identify with the ethical ideals etc. of this group at her school. They weren’t only Gothics, they were Satanists too and she saw no sense in praying to the Lord of Hell. (She even doesn’t pray to any >Gods< or something like that. She’s an Atheist because she dislikes the idea a higher, unknown power could rule her life and fate. She thinks Religion is useless and only a cause for fanatics to start wars and killing and brings nothing but misery, fear and death to the world. She doesn’t critic people who believe in a God, however. Finally everybody is responsible for him himself and has to make his own decisions.)
So she left this creepy teens again. Her 2 clubs, her books, her PC and writing rested her hobbies –and humans around lost more and more the importance for her.
After school she decided studying history. But not at a normal university. Carmina joined the army what should be the gravest decision of her life.
A few months after she did so there were some military scientists which were looking for any voluntary test subjects to try out a experimental medicine. They said it wouldn’t be dangerous in any way but they had to follow the rules –and it was well paid, too.
So lots of young soldiers was interested in this apparently amazing possibility to earn “easy” money. One of them was the nineteen aged Carmina Hancock.
What than truly happened in the secret laboratories was absolutely the opposite of all that, however.
The actually cause why there were collected all this test subjects was to get the basis for creating an >>ultimate soldier<<. The English army wanted to have their own regenerators to become independent from Hellsing and to revolutionise the modern war technology.
At first the volunteers were submitted several tests and investigations. After that 75 young people -54 men and 21 woman- were find for suitable.
The rest happened really fast. In public those >>chosen<<were decelerated for dead and a row of cruel experiments begun. The details are unknown. Only eight people survived this torture and became regenerators.
They were sent to a lot of special missions in different wars, had to tolerate hundreds of operations to make them still “better” and to find out how they finally could get killed, what their healing powers are able to do for the different organs and so on.
When only two persons were remaining, the government intervened and prohibited this research program.
Carmina learned in this six years how real madness, pain, despair and the desire to die to escape this vicious circle is like. She felt often as if she became lunatic herself, would loose her mind and she was lost in deep depressions, feeling incredible helpless and alone. Her soul seemed to die. But than something changed while a mission in Afghanistan.
She never was so near to the death, survived only because the other regenerator saved her and then she recognised what was going on. Until this day Carmina applied as the most unproblematic >>human weapon<< but now she developed fundamental. She started thinking again and found her own free will again that was broken by the cruelty around her.
And so she waited until her time was come and she ran away in an unobserved moment to get out of all this insanity.
She knew about vampires, Iscariot and so on because she was even trained in fighting against lower undeads. That’s why she tried to find out how to become a member of this >>world into the shadows<<.
Today she works for Penwood as soldier and is after her long lam finally save of the army that was hunting for her because she deserted.
RP sample:Normal post 1:
Lost in her memories, Carmina was sitting on a small chair in front of an old, obviously not very stabile desk, her feeds lying onto the wood of the table, beside her sword while her glance seemed to stare into the emptiness. The windows of the dark room she had rent for a day were hidden behind heavy, purple curtains which let no light in.
An only candle in the pale woman’s hand was bringing some brightness in the gloom, not enough to see some more details of the really uncanny scene but it was adequate to recognise that the brown haired seemed to be nervous.
Chewing at her lips with an expressionless sight she appeared to be on the run, caching of a terrible danger and really: she was.
Dark rings were around her tired, emerald green eyes, proving for which long time she hadn’t sleep. She was too afraid, too exited, in a too burnt situation.
Since she had left the army over two weeks were gone. Until now she never had have any problems with the army but she was nevertheless still sure: They wouldn’t let her escape so easily how it seemed. They would try to get her back. The process to create her had been too expensive and she even knew too much about all this.
If she would publishing everything she was able to...
The regenerator shrugged when the clock suddenly strikes seven and ringed. In a reflex her hand was shooting to her sword. But so surprising she began to move she stopped again. For a moment her face get an impression of astonishment. She blinked.
“Oh, dammit!!” Sighing Carmina leaned back to her chair, massaging her eyelids with the right. How strained she was!
“Perhaps I really should take any time to sleep again for quiet a while and not be watching so afraid all the time what’s going on even if nothing happens”, the woman thought. But not now.
Her break for today was over.
She stood up. The moon had rising, the night had fallen and so, even she had to continue her way in the unknown, hopping to find the organization she was looking for, hopping that it wasn’t only a myth but a true chance to begin a new life.
Normal post 2:
Carmina frowned while her piercing gaze was sticking on the young man in front of her.
“Are you kidding me, boy?!” With a nerved sigh she closed the book she was about to read -“The whisperer in the dark” by H.P. Lovecraft- noisy and took her feeds from the desk which was lying beside her sword. Angrily the regenerator muttered:
“Dammed! That’s just what I DIDN’T needed! A mission in the daylight?! Now?!? Immediately?! Bloody Hell! Even I need some free time!!”The soldieress stood up, obviously not very happy with the new order. She hated working in the sunlight! If she thought about it, she hated the sun always!
“Dammed Boss!! There are more than a hundred of soldiers who probably could do the job. Why should just I do this lousy shit of a mission?! I’m just back and now I had to go to work again! That’s not fair!!”In a not quiet good mode Carmina buckled her belt with her Beretta around her hips, took the >>Vindicator<< and some ammunition and slip into her black coat that reached to her knees.
“Come on. Let’s go and finishing this kind of trash that’s called a >>job<<.”She put a Snickers out of her pocked.
“I hope it will be finished fast. I want to continue reading this book...”Battle post:
Grinding her teeth the regenerator slowly stood up again, holding her blooding shoulder with her left. Actually it wasn’t a real problem for her. The wound would heal. But what made her so incredible angry was the arrogant, self-assured, malicious grin of the vampire.
“Well done, you damned freak! Well done!!”Her injured arm was still holding her silver sword.
“You’ve just make me angry, you know?!”Critical she eyeballed her opponent. If she could only...
A light smile curled her red carnal lips. Well, that just sounded like a plan!
And suddenly, she pulled out the Beretta with her intact hand, aiming at the vampires head. She still had 10 bullets in the magazine. That should be enough...
How the soldier expected the creature tried to dodge the well placed shoots. He was only a lower freak and wasn’t able to heal his wounds how a real vampire would be able to. What a shame to get bash by such a worthless bastard!
Now it was her turn! She would make this mistake to the last one of his cowardly existence!!
The FREAK was distracted by the bullets and the woman knew how to use this chance.
He made a false step – and Carmina was in no time behind him. She grinned maliciously while her sword described a circle into the air.
The vampires eyes seemed to grow unnaturally, his glance showed a kind of shock. And than his head fall up to the ground, followed by a fountain of red, warm blood.
“Well, well. Did you really think a good-for-nothing grub like you could defeat a trained killer like me?! Oh, no, my dear! Give your creator my best regards!” [i]
Subject: Carmina Hancock -DONE- 
