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Anamaria Van Helsing
The only daughter of the famed bounty-hunter who carries an extraordinary likeness to her mother. Often seen with two percussion pistols, vintage 1879, her brown trench, and a fedora to match.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by Rulke
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So begins...
Anamaria Van Helsing's Story
Anamaria Van Helsing walked into the bar, the click of her dusty brown boots clacking against the floor, spurs chinking as she reached up, grabbing the fedora off her head and hanging it on the available hat-rack. She slipped out of her trench, hanging it as well.
Anamaria Van Helsing had a pair of percussion pistols hanging off of each hip, a large crucifix dangling from her neck to just above her navel. She smoothed the slacks that clung to her shapely legs, rolling her shoulders as she walked toward the bar counter.
Anamaria Van Helsing tapped the counter. "Is der anyvun who is tending?" she asked, her rich brown hair spilling over her shoulders as she leaned to look around.
Anamaria Van Helsing stands up a little straighter, the crucifix falling against her laced-up abdomen as she turned to Trinadeh. The woman was looking at her. She looked back.
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"Do you find much business around here?" she said to Ignatius, her dark eyes warm. "I would think dat you vud have your hands full." Her accent was detectable, but not obnoxious.
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((Meh, AFK guys, Dinner.))
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The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Scarlet Devil Mansion
The woman, would draw her cross-bow and approaching from out of under the stairs, she spoke with thick English accent, "Foul beasts, we have found you at last Casren Bistreo, you and your loathsome master Dracula, you near destroyed my father, well no more, surrender now and your deaths shall be swift, I will not ask again." she was dressed in long coat covering a rather beautiful blue dress, a cross around her neck and two revolvers within her belt holster.
"I am Anamarie Van-Helsing the direct descendant of Abraham Van-Helsing the first ever vampire hunter, I am ready for whatever tricks you pull and am protected by my conviction to the lord!"
"I am Anamarie Van-Helsing the direct descendant of Abraham Van-Helsing the first ever vampire hunter, I am ready for whatever tricks you pull and am protected by my conviction to the lord!"
Gasping she found herself unable to act, and simply nodded replying in mono-tone, "I broke in through basement and snuck up, I intended to do my father proud and destroy Detente for good. I am protected by the great implements and am ready to face anyone." with that she would drop her cross-bow her eyes utterly scared.
The setting changes from Scarlet Devil Mansion to Castle Vankoryth Dungeons
Sitting in the dank dungeon scared out of her mind, she had her weapons taken off and somehow they had taken her cross leaving her neck bare. How had this happened, she had listened to her father carefully about everything, but still had somehow failed? Why had God not protected her, why had she waited and not fired instead?
It did not matter, here she was alone in a cell, the dripping receding from the ceiling and algae and the likes growing around, the cobbles glistening with the water. No rats, no anything just her on her own, how had she let this happen, how? She a Van-Helsing, she rushed in blindly and truly forgot core rule, don't go up against more than one vampire if possible. She had neglected the hypnosis of those foul fiends... Now here she was crying alone in some god-forgotten dungeon... Why had she been forsaken?
It did not matter, here she was alone in a cell, the dripping receding from the ceiling and algae and the likes growing around, the cobbles glistening with the water. No rats, no anything just her on her own, how had she let this happen, how? She a Van-Helsing, she rushed in blindly and truly forgot core rule, don't go up against more than one vampire if possible. She had neglected the hypnosis of those foul fiends... Now here she was crying alone in some god-forgotten dungeon... Why had she been forsaken?
You need not cry,
The voice seemed to emanate from the stones itself. It was old, more so than the voices from before, and had a hint of an accent long lost.
You need not die.
Was there of amusement to the words, and where exactly did they come from? The shadows beyond the bars, it would seem, just out of reach of confinement. The voice taunted, haunted, but didn't reveal it's face. The accent would be placable as Greek.
Lifting her head in fury she would yell back, "Show yourself foul beast, I have nary the time or inclination to deal with your kind. You won leave me to die in shame, you are not worth my time." with that she would furiously pound wall next to her, screaming in anguish, her fists beginning to bleed, "Leave I still have my dignity and if I am to die, I will die a Van-Helsing not become some unholy creature and forsake the lord and my father."
The figure of a man, broad, muscled, paler than moonlight would appear as quickly as a light would snuff out. He stood just within the bars, twinkling eyes fixed on the damsel in distress.
The last two words, he spoke with conviction, with another flash of teeth,
He drawled, hypnotic eyes fixed upon her, repeating her insults back as if they were spoken in praise.Foul beast,
a devilish smile revealed fangs that were shorter than expected. They were not to be underestimated.Unholy creature, forsaken of the Lord, the Father,
The old vampire advanced towards her, bare chest shimmering beneath his blood red toga. The vampire, though old, was strong. He came from a time of physical prowess, where the mind and the body were worked to their extent. Slowly, he continued towards her, wishing to corner her, wishing to assert his power.My kind,
The last two words, he spoke with conviction, with another flash of teeth,
Your kind.
Trembling she tried desperately to resist, tried to reason and argue with herself, her fingers clawing walls in utter desperation, "W...why...why can you not... le...le...let me die... I...I...I...I am a Van-Helsing... I AM A VAN-HELSING, I AM A VAN-HELSING, I AM A VAN-HELSING." she kept repeating it to try and fight the hypnosis and it appeared to work, "I am not some weak girl, my father captured and defeated Dracula, he beat you all. I AM A VAN-HELSING. I AM ANAMARIE VAN-HELSING THE LAST LIVING RELATIVE OF THIS FAMILY AND I WILL NOT FORSAKE MY HUMANITY!"
He cocked his head, delighted. Blood was flowing free now, from her hands, and soon her throat.
Just the theatrics he was looking for.
Especially when he had the spotlight.
Just the theatrics he was looking for.
There was a laugh on the edge of his taunt, He came close enough to touch, breathing in deep the scent of her frightened flesh. Yes, any and all would be wise to feel fear in his presence.Yes, you are Van Helsing,
Especially when he had the spotlight.
He leaned in close, looking deep into her eyes,And so you will be a Van Helsing,
Forever.
Spinning around she pleaded, "No... I must remain pure, must die... must die human... why must you change me, are you humiliated that a family unknown before started to reveal the truth, are you so scared by this? Get with the times. I am a Van-Helsing your worse enemy and I will fight until my dying breath." with that she would lift her knee up roughly to try get him in the groin, then elbow his chest and run to other side of the cell, "I AM A VAN-HELSING... And I will not forsake our motto... "We will not give up and despair, We are on a mission from God,"!"
He did not bother with words, but simply used this opportunity to attack. Against the wall, then straight after her, barely feeling pain as what hit him of her blows connected. He was old, for the love of!
He was done fooling around now. She was cornered, he made sure, moving his bulk to block her in. The old vampire swooped, one hand going for her throat, the other for her abdomen, to press his prey into the wall. Sirin' time he would think to himself, noting that this was most certainly a worthy opponent.
Strong as a mortal, strong as a vampire.
He was done fooling around now. She was cornered, he made sure, moving his bulk to block her in. The old vampire swooped, one hand going for her throat, the other for her abdomen, to press his prey into the wall. Sirin' time he would think to himself, noting that this was most certainly a worthy opponent.
Strong as a mortal, strong as a vampire.
Wincing she would scream out, "I AM A VAN-HELSING I SHALL NOT FORSAKE GOD, I WILL NOT FORSAKE GOD. I AM ANAMARIE VAN-HELSING I WILL NOT SUCCUMB, I WILL DIE... I WILL DIE... I WILL NOT... I REFUSE TOO..." as she feebly fought, she tried anything, tears welling in her eyes as her last word was, "I am a Van-Helsing... I am... I am... I am... nothing..."
With that her eyes would close over...
With that her eyes would close over...
Then, he took her soul. At least, that's probably what she though. What he most certainly did take was her blood. Most of it, replacing some of it with his precious siring venom.
Finishing, the vampire pulled back to admire his work. Dead, soon undead. Perfect. Effortlessly, he hoisted the female over his shoulder and went to bring her to a legitimate room. Now that she was blood, the dungeons were not worthy.
Finishing, the vampire pulled back to admire his work. Dead, soon undead. Perfect. Effortlessly, he hoisted the female over his shoulder and went to bring her to a legitimate room. Now that she was blood, the dungeons were not worthy.
He whispered to her,I am Zosimos,
She most likely couldn't hear,I am your Sire, you are my Kin,
Welcome to your new life.