About

Hey, Satara here! I figured I needed to put up some sort of an explanation as to who I am, so here goes.
I was born on November 2nd, 1890, to my mother, Annabelle Somnium. She was a human woman, and lived out in the English countryside.
My father was a vampire. This is where it all begins to get complicated. My mother refused to speak of him, or if she knew him, or anything of the sort. However, something hideous must have happened to her; my very existence is proof enough of that.
Of course, as my mother was a human, and my father was a vampire, I am a half-vampire. If you know anything at all about half-vampires, you know that almost all in history have been extremely unstable. Vampire blood and human blood just doesn’t mix right in that kind of situation. I was no exception to this unhappy fact, and within a few hours of my birth, was on the brink of death.
My mother would have been glad to see me go. She looked upon me as a hideous, unholy creature, and saw my father in me. However, she was a very religious woman, and decided that it was only right that if I were to die, I would die with the blessing of the Church of England. She took me to the local pastor, and asked that he would bless my soul so that it might, perhaps, not go directly to hell, as was the destiny of beings such as myself.
However, the pastor was a kindly man. He did not look upon me as cursed, merely as of unfortunate parenthood. He placed a holy seal right over my heart, and that has been the sole thing that has held me together all of my life.
That was the first, and the last (for the most part) person to ever see any good in my soul. Everyone around me despised me. They knew that I wasn’t natural, though most of them knew nothing of why. The pastor died by the time I was seven, and my mother stopped pretending to care for me at all. She and my half-sister would do whatever they damn pleased with me. I couldn’t fight back against any beatings; I didn’t even know what I was at that point. My body was no different from a normal human’s.
Then, one night, it all changed. What changed, I have no clue. All I know was that night, when I was fifteen years old, my vampiric traits appeared for the first time in my life. Suddenly, I felt so much more powerful! And yet the thirst was unbearable. Even had I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from killing my mother and half-sister, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from sucking every drop of blood I could drink. In any case, I didn’t want to stop myself, and I don’t regret a bit of it. The corpses did not convert to either ghoul or vampire, as I am not a full vampire myself.
I knew then that I had to leave. I had no idea what had happened to me, but what I did know was that, in the morning, the corpses would be discovered and I would immediately be the subject of their suspicion. Rightly so, of course.
From that point on I began to age much more slowly. I left the countryside in favor of more populated areas, such as London. Information was much easier to come by there, and I soon was able to find what I was. I wasn’t as surprised as you might think I would have been. The bloodlust had clued me in, and I knew there had to be some reason why everyone I knew up until that point hated me.
I learned to dance. I was an entertainer, really, I would dance and I would sing. I became very adept at both arts, and was soon hired privately by English nobility all the time. It paid very well, and I was able to learn the art of charming and seduction to a point of expertise. This was very useful when I became thirsty for blood. However, most of the time, human food was enough to sustain me.
Then, 1941 rolled around. Pearl Harbor. I was growing bored of my job, and suspicion was rising. I had risen to fame among certain European nobility, and the fact that I hadn’t seemed to age a year in all of my nearly thirty-year career didn’t escape them. I took care of those that were extremely suspicious, and decided to go to war. I cut my hair to the length of a man’s and bound my chest tightly with bandages every day, so as to pass as a man. I joined on the side of the Americans. They were a lot less likely to recognize me (not that I was very recognizable at that point).
That, more than anything was what awoke my vampiric side. I fought with extreme precision, and each night while the other soldiers were asleep, would go back to the battlefield and drink the blood of the fallen Nazis that were unable to move, but not dead, either. I relished it.
Three years later, the war ended. I was a new person. I became fascinated with my ability, trying to come up with new ways to become stronger. I trained and trained with almost any type of weapon ever made available to me. I became extremely fascinated with herbs and poisons, and made it my business to become a master with them. This training and study of herbs continued for the next forty years.
In the 80’s, I was living in America. Then, I met him. His name was met Drew. He was a vampire, and though we were enemies at first, he was the first person I ever came to trust. Came to love. Yes, we became lovers.
However, we both knew that such a relationship wouldn't last forever. I might not age nearly as fast as a human, but I still aged. I was still mortal. So, we both decided to make me into a vampire.
We spent three years together, constantly trying to transform me some way into a full vampire. However, nothing seemed to work. We were sure to maintain my purity the whole time, it was easily assumed that if a human must be pure to be able to turn into a vampire, it would most certainly be a requirement for a half-vampire, which, apparently, was a lot harder to turn. Go figure.
However, during those three years, Drew’s two brothers had grown weary of his half-breed lover. One night, they attacked me. I tried to fight back, but they were too strong. They were no FREAKS, they were true vampires, after all. Drew, at the time, was out hunting.
Then, one of them decided it was time for the killing blow. He was about to slice me open with a blade of silver Drew made a last-second appearance and jumped ontop of me so as to shield me from the knife. He kissed me one final time before melting into dust.
I wish I could have said that I slaughtered them. I wish I could have said that the paid for what they did a thousand fold. But I was weak, and on the brink of death. It was all I could do to get away. I despised all vampires from that point on.
After that, I went to France to become their very own out of control vampire and ghoul destroyer. This went on for about twenty years or so, when France decided to transfer me to England as part of a political alliance. And that's how I joined Hellsing.
What I look like:
Extremely fair skin, 5 2", Long red hair that falls to my hips, ice blue eyes.
Species: Half-Vampire (and I’d like it to stay that way)
Personality: Extremely playful, and willing to charm and seduce people until I get what I want. This is sometimes money, but usually blood. I am not shy in the slightest, and will do whatever I please, though I’m usually not very stupid about my choices. The only person I care about most of the time is myself. There is another, more quiet, intellectual side to me, but it’s usually buried deep inside.
Likes: Dancing, control, blood, children, animals, money
Dislikes: having no control, vampires, humans, restrictions
Abilities: I am able to recover from almost any wound within three days. I am about ten times faster than a human, and twice as strong. I am able to handle almost any weapon with expertise, but my favorite is a revolver with silver bullets. I also am very adept with herbs and poisons. I am able to charm and seduce most humans and some vampires. I am able to manipulate the emotions of anyone, but I can only manipulate negative emotions, it lasts a week at most, the person must be in eyeshot when I do so, and I can’t change any way that they might feel toward me. I can also pick up some thoughts, but they must be in eyeshot, and I can only pick up a few. However, this can be extremely helpful in battle sometimes.
My Views On:
Humans- Weak, though they can be intellectually strong in a few rare cases. Easy to manipulate.
Vampires- I despise each and every one of them. Drew was the only one that I ever met who I didn’t hate.
How do I feel about:
Alucard- He is a vampire, so I hate him. However, he isn’t quite as bad as some vampires can be, and I can’t help but admire him on a certain level. He doesn’t seem to fall for my charm whenever I try to get him to do anything. I call him Botox, and he seems annoyed with me for that reason.
Integra- She seems one of the few humans worth respecting. However, I would like a few less restrictions every now and again…she doesn’t seem to like me very much.
Seras- Probably the person I get along with best in the Hellsing Organization, even if she is technically a vampire.
Walter- He doesn’t seem to like me much either. Ah well.
Angeline- She’s the only other half-vampire I know. I would like to become closer to her…but well, she seems to despise me. Perhaps it has to do with the fact I always call her Angie….I seem to be developing a nickname problem as of late.
Isa- I really can’t say I know her too well. However, I am inclined to dislike her, as she is a vampire.