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PostSubject: Jan Valentine. [Finished!]   Mon Oct 31, 2011 8:40 pm

Have you see the OVA or read the manga series of Hellsing? If so how far have you gotten? If not please direct your attention to youtube, and watch OVA 1-4 at least. Warning: If you have watched the anime we require you watch the OVA, or read the manga. The anime is not canon. This is not our opinion. This is the law set down by the creator of Hellsing, Kouta Hirano.
Oh baby, you have no idea.

Name: Jan Valentine.

Age: Around twenty-four years of age.

Gender: Male, and he claims to have the dick to prove it.

Physical appearance: Jan isn't the most muscular of men. While he is strong enough to weild his very hefty guns, he still tends to lean a little more on the lanky side. But he makes up for that in shear enthusiasm. Moving onward, the 6'3'' man has very long limbs, usually twisted into a pose suited for his horrible posture with his back hunched over and his head and arms hanging low. A very primitive sort of stance. Because of said posture, Jan tends to look a bit shorter than his true height, but on the rare occassion when he is willing to stand up straight, his real size is revealed. Although only by a few inches, Jan is still just a tab shorter than his elder brother. And unlike the eldest Valentine child, Jan has a darker complexion, his skin being olive-toned.

Hanging down from his head, Jan Valentine's dark locks hang in a flat, shaggy mess, reaching down to his chin at their longest. The normally unbrushed nest is covered by a dark black beanie which covers his choppy bangs and a pair of thick eyebrows. Pin-pricked all over his angular face are several golden loops pierced through his skin. Two in his left ear, one through the left side of his bottom lip, one on the right side of his bottom lip, one through his left nostril, one on his left cheek under his eye [known as an anti-eyebrow piercing], and three through his right ear. The ones on the rest of his body aren't currently worth mentioning. But aside from these body modifications, Jan has very sharp, pointed features, a thin face, and deep-set eyes. His eyes seem to be that of an unnaturally golden hue as a result of the vampirization process.

Clothing of choice: On most days, Jan would love to just sit around at home in a pair of dirty boxers and a t-shirt. But, on the times when he is forced out into the open, a more socially acceptable wardrobe is required. Not like socially acceptable is something he really gives a shit about. Jan's closet isn't exactly as impressive as his older brother's, he likes to stick to simpler clothing, none of that fancy bullshit. A dark blue track suit, almost black, with double white striped details down the arm and legs and around the zipper and a pair of black leather shoes are as good as it gets. To top it all off, he never goes out without the matching beanie with it's millennium eye logo in gold stitching. As a cherry on top, a nice pair of white gloves never really hurt anything, either.

Weaponry of choice: On duty, the youngest Valentine brother likes to duel wield a pair of P90's, but most of the time he keeps a Smith & Wesson's SW1911 tucked into the front of his pants and hidden under his jacket.

Race: Vampire, catagory D.

Abilities: Like most vampires of his calibur, Jan has fair supernatural abilities. His strength is decent, and he has above average agility. Holy items still hurt like fuck and can more than likely kill him, but apart from the general vampire shit, none of his abilities really stand out. Most of that is made up for through personality, because that's what matters, right?

Organization: Millennium.

Personality: To say that Jan was never properly socialized as a child would probably be a severe understatement. He never realy got the hang of things like "playing nicely" or "making friends", or "Hey, don't touch me there your greasy freak!" Jan likes to make his own system, and he happens to think it works pretty well. That system is to just do whatever the fuck he wants, and if someone gets pissed off in the process, then shoot them in the face and continue with what you're doing. What Jan lacks in manners, he makes up for in obscene gestures and crude remarks and humor. The only person he seems to get along with in any manner is Luke, and even that's iffy a lot of the time, considering their clashing personalities and intelect levels.

Jan likes to think of himself as a simple man. Women are bitches and skanks, men are bros or enemies, and booze and money are awesome. Oh, and video games, those are awesome, too.

Rank: Warrant officer.

Biography: On the poorer side of Hackensack, NJ, a baby boy was born. The living conditions weren't exactly ideal for a child. The father was nowhere in the picture, and the mother worked hard, comuting all the way out to New York City to work for some rich ass family barely making minumum wage in order to put food in both of their mouths and keep them in their dirty little apartment. Food was optional, however. If bills were payed, extra money went to drugs, and if there was money left after that, then maybe they could both have something to eat. This was his normal life for the first two years.

By the time the young Jan had developed into a toddler, his mother was struck by illness. With not enough money to pay for medicine and treatment, the priority lying with drugs that weren't helpful, it didn't take long for the sickness to kill the woman. Young Jan could only lie in his crib and cry, unable to feed himself or escape from his caged bedding. After a full day of consistent crying, the neighbors complained to the office, when the landlord came to check the door and no one answered, the police were then called. By the end of the day, Jan and his mother's corpse were removed from the apartment and a new home had to be found for the child.

The police had managed to contact the biological father, and he agreed to take in the bastard child. With a stroke of luck, Jan's biological father was a very rich man. He also happened to be the head of the family that Jan's mother worked for. It's funny how that works out, isn't it? Baby Jan was brought to a better place, they even changed his last name to match the rest of their family, and he was now given much better opportunities, kind of. Yeah, it was a hell of a lot better than the shithole apartment with the drug addict mom, but it could have been better. They could have given him clothes other than their real son's old hand-me-downs, and his new mom was, well, to be honest, a real bitch. She never missed a chance to throw it in the young boy's face that his mother was a dead whore and that he wasn't a real part of their family, just a case of pity. The father was too preoccupied to care, and Luke was too busy with nerd things, like school activities and books and shit.

With a lot of fancy money and no one really paying attention to him, the growing Jan became very interested in movies. Lots of gory, great action films. Pulp Fiction was always a childhood favorite, classy stuff. Now in school, these sort of things got him in trouble quite a lot. The rich private schools they tried to send him to didn't want him because of his foul language, fighting, and harassing, and the remedial trouble schools were just too embarrassing, so Jan was simply taken out of school by his high school years to avoid trouble and shame. He had no complaints about that one. That was more time to just sit around and play some more video games.

Soon after Jan turned eighteen, and before the folks had a chance to kick him out, Luke offered that the two of them move to London. Well, how could he say no to that offer? He always heard British bitches were into some crazy shit anyway, or was that Germans? It didn't matter, it just sounded like it would be fun. Naturally, he followed along, because as long as he kept getting money and had to do nothing, he was okay with it. But such was not the case. The family was pissed with them, and their funds were cut off. They were simply left with the small fortune they carried with them. Jan was going to have to work for once.

Luckily for him, they picked a business that Jan had no objections to. A club. Much and bitches, it doesn't get much better than that. It was a slow start, but they eventually took off and became quite the hit with the underground freak world. Though, Jan really didn't do much. Mostly just drank, smoked, and fucked bitches. At their peek, they were approached by some rather mysterious types. They offered them immortality, in exchange for their help. Well, that was some serious freaky shit, so why not? Off to South America they went to have these strange people do weird things to them to make them into vampires, because that doesn't sound shady at all.

Shortly afterwards, the operations being very successful on the brothers, they were given their first mission. Attack a mansion and kill a couple of skanks and some old dudes. Sounds easier than done, because that didn't go well at all. As Luke was eaten by a fucking dog, Jan managed to find himself with one arm and completely incinerated. And yet, that was not the end of the youngest Valentine. His severed arm was saved from the fire, and with a good bit of Millennium technology, Jan Valentine was remade within the Millennium laboratories, because, well, there's no point letting a good cannon fodder go to waste when you can reuse him.

RP sample: Sitting backwards on the tall bar stool, his elbows propped up on the counter behind him, the youngest of the Valentine children was having a difficult time picking out his prey for the night. Golden eyes narrowed like a hawk, he was doing a thorough once-over of the club's dance floor, murmuring to himself about each potential victim. "Fat bitch, fat bitch, no tits, no ass, horse face, what the FUCK is with these bitches tonight?" He growled angrily, reaching down to scratch at the annoying itch in between his legs before he pushed himself off of the bar stool. "I wouldn't put my dick in any of these sluts," he spat, shoving his gloved hands deep within his pant's pockets. He knew he would, eventually, but he wasn't that desperate yet.

Stumbling his way through the dance floor, his path was followed by shouts and curses from the people that he shoved out of the way to walk past. Obviously, they didn't know who he was or they would shut the fuck up, but he let it slid for now. He was too determined to give a shit about a few whiny fat skanks. And then he saw her. Jan stopped in his tracks, which happened to be directly in the middle of a couple trying to dance together. They scoffed and moved away from him as he stood there, gaping at the sight. This bitch, she looked really classy. And by classy, he means she looks like she really had an ass on her, and the bare minimum covered in some leopard stretch shit. He gave the blond woman the up and down again, making sure there wasn't a catch to it. No, not a butter face, it didn't look like she had a dick bulge, so it appeared the cost was clear and he was set for lift off.

"Yo, bitch!" He hooted over the crowd, slithering up closer to this woman. He might as well have been on top of her with how close he was to this girl, but that would come later. First things first, he needed to get her away from the crowd. "I happened to notice you have a lovely set of tits on you, wanna share a drink with the fucking club owner, babe?" The woman only glared at him and continued dancing, attempting to ignore him. Yeah, like that was really possible. Reaching out, Jan grabbed the woman around her waist, jerking her closer towards him. That seemed to get a reaction out of her now, as she began to struggle to get out of this creep's grip. Loudly, Jan began to cackle. This was starting to get fun.

The fun was cut short, however, and Jan's obnoxious laughing was cut off by a gruff voice from behind him. "Hey, you want to let go of my girlfriend, you lousy fucker?" Jan could barely look over his shoulder before the man reached over, grabbing him by the front collar of his track suit and yanking him violently from his spot and face to face with this dude. This guy was obviously strong, considering he had Jan lifted a couple of inches off of the ground, his toes barely able to scrape at the floor as he tried to wiggle his way out of this guy's hand. His hands twitched, and he wanted to reach down and grab his S&W out of the front of his pants, but he remembered the last time he pulled his gun out in the middle of the club and how much Luke bitched and moaned about it. "Dude, chill the fuck out. You can keep your crusty, used slut," he spat at him, chuckling weakly through the fact that this position was starting to coke him. The man's face contorted with rage, his features shriveling together. "You little fucking pun-" his words were cut short by the sharp knee to his gut. His grip on Jan loosed as he doubled over, take a few steps backwards to try regain his balance. No time was given though, because as soon as Jan had both feet on the ground again, he drew back his right leg and threw it forward, sending a sharp kick into the man's face. Blood poured over the dance floor as his nose snapped.

Screaming, the crowd around them began to flee the dance floor, tripping over each other to get out of the way from the bloody mess. As the woman ran past Jan to go to the aid of her bleeding boyfriend, Jan was able to land a nice slap on her ass as she waddled past, leaning down at his side as he covered his face and moaned in pain. "Get your sorry asses out of my fucking club, and I don't want to see you back here again!" Stumbling over each other, the couple made their walk of shame towards the exit, blood trailing behind them and the crowd slowly returning to their spots, however, they all kept their distance from Jan Valentine, no one came closer than four feet from him. Sighing, the young man began to make his way off of the dance floor. "Damn, it looks like I'm going to be jerking it tonight."
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