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[Doppleganger]

Have you seen the Hellsing OVA and/or Read the Manga? How many volumes have you seen/read? (We recommend that you have seen up to OVA 6 or read up to Volume 6 of the manga). PLEASE NOTE that the original 13 episode anime is NOT Canon! You must have read the manga or watched the OVA: I've seen all the OVA and read 95-99% or the manga so i'm more or less set with the info canon wise.

Name: Henry Doppleganger [Changed to Doppleganger because of the initial name Doppelganger being a meaningful word Henry decided to make his name Unique.]

Age: 183

Apparent Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Elder Lycan

Affiliation: Millennium

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Personality: Following no stereotype and being an aged and crazed madman driven to the brink of his mind and beyond as well as imploding mentally several times in his war-torn past he has lost most resemblance of a static personality. His typical personality is that of a war dog. A soldier trapped in another world that see's only that which is relevant to him and his situation. Colors sometimes mesh and enemies and friends sometimes blur up and alter and more than 50% of the time he see's millennium as his Prussian military camp and his most hated enemies of Hellsing as the French and the Iscariot dogs of the church as raiders and looters come to attack the Prussians he is allied with. However this is through a double life that Doppleganger Henry leads in his mental world. Viewing everything from the perspective of his Post War illusions and the real world and altering between the two in a seamless reality blend similar to a permanent trip of acid or other psychotropics.

Being a werewolf helped little. Having to keep track of his life in Millennium his false life in Prussia over a hundred years ago and being a transformed being going back and forth from humanity to a being of primal instinct really drove his marbles down the shitter. While being an elder lycan the full moon effects him less now than it did a while ago aside from bringing up memories of the past days of being a rampaging lycan after his time working for Iscariot and turning full beast on them and his targets. The lasting collection of why this is in the personality and not history section of this application is that this transition has left a piece of him permanently primal. Henry is a firm believer in the alpha male and keeping the big dog on top and the little dog underfoot.

Ranks mean little above brute combat skill and power. Anyone who can defeat Henry earns his respect and as long as his warped and twisted brain and mind can maintain a memory of them being alpha to Henry being beta they earn his permanent respect as the greater. However since his evolution to the great power of an elder lycan Doppleganger has yet to face someone who would put him in a downed position to earn respect over him. Whole armies would try and be put down to what Doppleganger believes is the raw superiority of the greatest race and power known to the world. The werewolf race.Doppleganger respects Werewolves the most though they are incredibly rare and aside from The Captain or Skipper Doppleganger knows of none. The next race down is Vampires because they can offer a challenge to his being at high levels and some fun ripping apart their bodies until their regeneration stops and slows down to death. Following that is Regenerators for the same reason as vampires simply because they can be ripped up and brought back until dead so that Doppleganger has to hold back less on them than other races. Under that are the Freaks and VFreaks who share the same disdainful lust for power in Doppleganger's eyes. Weak humans who resolved to use science to compete where their skill couldn't match up. And under that are the lowly humans who are so blind and idiotic they don't know what's going on around them. Though to be honest Doppleganger doesn't know about special humans or the wild geese.

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Biography: Henry is an ancient husk of a man that spans a battlefield long forgotten. A time where Germany was never one but several fractured states. He belonged to a highly militaristic state of Prussia. The nation that possesses Berlin, and the Brandenburg. Raised a prideful man that had the concepts of Prussian prowess hammered into his head. From their achievements in conquering all of Germany before under Frederick the Great, and how they have went against Hapsburg's Austria toe to toe and wrestle them hard.

His was the esteemed line which he grew into. A Junker in a family made distinguished by their fine military services as Colonels of regiments. Doppelganger particularly enrolled himself into tutelage under a Colonel to learn the trade. He was a Captain. It was a time for war that called forth. A time artillery was abundant, and Percussion caps were made and developed. A time where warfare became a decidedly deadlier affair.

Prussia had war with Napoleon, a tiny Corsican that fancied himself French. He conquered Europe, and threatened Prussian prestige, and as a Prussian, Henry could not stand for it.

His war was personal. He felt a great rage inside him. A true nationalist to the cause of Prussia. The company fought many battles against the old guards, skirmishes, all stalemates. Henry's own ingenuity and unorthodox way of thinking impressed his liberally minded Colonel. The two were like hurricane and tornado, from the way they broke formation, adapting to French skirmishing tactics with their own. The forests made excellent and fertile places. Henry was in communion with nature itself.

Yet his first run in with LeCroix was a less than pleasant one. A ruthless French Elder Lycan whom became his nemesis. He left a sour taste in Doppelganger's mouth when he slew the Colonel and slaughtered most of the men in lightning fast paces. The bullets barely did anything to the Frenchman. Henry survived by playing dead. This enemy, he didn't cause him fear. He awakened a bloodthirst in his heart.

That day on, Henry stalked the Frenchman all the way back to camp. He observed his habits, and even seen his true form as a human. Committing it all to his head, Doppelganger felt his legs shake, yet could not contain himself for this bold venture, and a chance for revenge. Like a hunter, he stalked LeCroix, and observed his behaviour. How he never changed around his companions, and when he did change, it was at night time. It was always in view of the enemies he fights.

Being the magnificent bastard he was, Henry attacked LeCroix at his own camp, while he was in his human form. Bayoneting him. Shooting his face with his musket. Punching him. Even tried beating his brains out with a Bible. But LeCroix barely was effected. A simple kick was all it took that flung Henry into a cliff, where he rolled towards a lake. He was mistaken for dead.

He was injured for his boldest of attacks. Saved by an Alsatian priest whom took pity on the Prussian and let him know the news of what happened to Prussia. Distraught, and the priest being his only friend, seeing he was a sympathizer, Henry told him all about LeCroix, a werewolf he was hunting.

"Are you religious, Monsieur Henry?" The priest asks. "Yes. I believe I am protected by the divine." Doppelganger replies.

The elderly priest declared to Doppelganger he was an Iscariot agent that was hunting for LeCroix for half a century. Dubbing Henry a temporary Iscariot agent. There was no point in keeping a secret from someone that already knew about werewolves, and he was supposed to be hunting the same target.

He told him all about how to destroy Elder Lycans, and how they were the most powerful creature around. That only the most experienced of Iscariot agents are sent to destroy the ancient monsters. Explaining LeCroix is a monster that came from the Middle Ages, from the days of Charlemagne. An accursed beast to be put to rest. It shocked Henry.

But he accepted that his enemy was never normal to begin with, and he would give his life to kill the monster. In turn, the priest responded with a simple gift of a silver blessed bayonet he anointed with holy water, and a couple of silver bullets. He explained to drive that through LeCroix's heart. That it is now his duty, as a deputy Iscariot agent, to vanquish this beast. But then in his good humor, told Doppelganger he didn't need to take a vow of chastity, that he should be the equivalent of a Friar.

Henry, feeling obligated, taught the priests the finer arts of a Jaegar. The way how to hunt an animal, and how he was able to hide from LeCroix, the werewolf, and even sneak attacked him. The priest, more enlightened, thanked Doppelganger.

The two set out to find LeCroix, under intelligence from the religious Frenchmen among the soldiers, was killing the Frei Korps in Bavaria. Hot on his trail, the duo went after the werewolf asshole.

They confronted him in an occupied city where they did the battle. It was long and hard. Many civilians were caught in the cross fire, and LeCroix couldn't morph into a werewolf. Not in front of all the people. The priest almost sank his sword bayonet into LeCroix, but being the wily Frenchman he was, he broke the priest's neck and flung his raggedy corpse aside. The priest was too old, too slow to match up to the werewolf's movements. But feeling death so close, LeCroix ran like Hell from Doppelganger, whom gave him a mighty battle.

For the next decade, abandoning whatever semblance he had as a soldier, Henry was made an Iscariot agent when he passed by a church, and given full gear to hunt LeCroix. He had a band of men. But personally, he felt all of them were expendable. There was only one thing that burned in his mind -- revenge. He wanted to kill that fucker, LeCroix, once and for all. To end him without mercy. To destroy him and murder whatever lingered of him.

He didn't even remember to at least talk to his family, whom thought him for dead, back in Berlin. From the spans of Russia all the way to Paris itself, was where LeCroix was finally cornered. In Napoleon's own palace. Henry slew all the old guards that protected the palace, and Napoleon subsequently. LeCroix hid in Napoleon's own throne room where the Corsican was at. Finally, after killing an entire palace with ambushing tactics and other dirty tricks, Doppelganger went to the throne room.

Napoleon begged for his life like a coward. But Henry went past him. LeCroix decided he could no longer hide anymore as a werewolf, and transformed. It was the dead of the full moon, at night. He leaped at Henry, and bit down on his neck, Henry managed to blow a hole through LeCroix's heart with a blunderbuss. Finally killing him. Emperor Napoleon was scared for his life, seeing a wolf-like creature in tattered French old guard uniform and a man in a priestly robes.

Henry, begging Napoleon to end his life, was shunned. Napoleon, never having felt so insulted like this before, decided to rub it in Doppelganger's face by having his best doctors stitch him to a close. Throwing him into the deepest and darkest of prisons where Henry could live. Cursing Napoleon for his insolence, some beastly presence, a hunger, lingered within the Prussian Iscariot.

He slowly transformed into the very monster he killed, and broke out of the Bastille prison. Slaying many guards and disappearing into the full moon of the night, and from Paris.

Tales go that he was at Waterloo. Other tales go that Henry still is out there, feasting in vengeance upon the blood of any Frenchmen for denying him the opportunity to be killed. He could not commit suicide, because that would mean condemnation to Hell. Becoming a monster that destroyed. For many years, like a miserable repulsive beast, he hid in the dark. Trying to be ignored.

Where he was found was by the Thule Society in 1945. In Japan he hid. Having lived in misery. Millennium sought him. Millennium wanted him. Henry thought he could hide among the Japanese, but he decided to give in. It was long he experienced the thrill of the hunt. He joined them, but under his terms. The Thule Society was ecstatic to have him on board, but Henry felt disgusted by the warmongers he saw. He followed them because he felt it was the only way he could relive those older days where he fought LeCroix.

Becoming wicked, and losing all morals as a former and early Iscariot agent, where he accepted and resigned to his fate as an abomination considered unfit for the Earth humans inhabit. More decades went by where he was inactive. He was a secret weapon of Millennium. A wonder weapon to be deployed. A literal werewolf in werwolf. Yet he feels his experiences could be really valuable in the long run. Finding very little honorable people who knew how to conduct warfare right in Millennium, getting along with a few. Most of them were without wisdom, and uttered things like a bunch of bloodthirsty maniacs.

Sometimes he questioned himself, and Millennium, but at other times, he felt he finally founded a place to call... home. Finally, among other werewolves. Thinking himself the last one of his race. But still, a contradiction widened. Were they like him? Or just an annoyance? Who knows?

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