The Major

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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 will be frank. No, I have not. However, I will pick it up relatively easily, and I'll get onto working on watching it, hmm? I've read the first volume, if that helps. xD

Name: Montana Max (Though he doesn't go by that now, he is now known primarily as 'The Major')

Age: Around 146, or so.

Apparent Age: In his 30's. Still. After 60 years.

Gender: Male... quite sure they're male.

Race: Cyborg

Affiliation: Millenium

Rank: Major/Leader of Millenium

Personality: A grand war, that is what this man wishes for. As one looks on his face, they see it light up with glee as he watches the deaths of those around him, be they allied or non. Unlike most of those that one would call "villainous", The Major is one who keeps a smile upon his face at most times, no matter the situation. Of course, this smile is never a good thing to be seen by others. That smile is one that will always shine, whether covered in blood, guts and the like; and yet the most chilling sight that one can experience, for it is the smile of death and her hands. As this man walks towards you, you will feel the world around you slowly chill and crumble as the futility of your existence becomes apparent to you. His smile may turn to a sneer, and this man that desires war will show no mercy to you. As he slowly draws out a blade to plunge into your skull, that smile returns, chilling and cold, with a powerful visage of insanity flowing around him. His insanity is shown with every movement that he makes, a small laugh there, a slight twitch there. Yes, he is most certainly now insane. That depraved wish that he carries drags his mind towards that slow delve into the death's head.

And now, for his wish. Of everything in this world, he has wished for a great war. A war that will last a lifetime, and more. A war that will slowly destroy this planet from within, the gritty pieces of life that call themselves "human" slowly destroying themselves. This is what he wants, and what he will do anything to gain. Running his men into ruin, making their destruction imminent, he does everything with a very careful and calculated hand. His mind, though lost from this place, is still developing every possible plan that it can, working itself in ways that one would not imagine. And when he comes to the kill, he finally shows his nature. This slimy, unctuous worm that slowly feeds his way into the hearts and minds of others This is the Major. This is the man who will kill you all, and love it at the same time.

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Biography: Before he was the Major, the man with the greatest power wielded in his tiny little stubby fingers, he was Montana Max. A youth often reviling mankind. Hating it. A misanthrope with great hate, so furious, eventually he cracked and became happy. His hate turned into a love. Love for the chance to wipe mankind out in glorious warfare, and maybe himself in the process.

He was in the Nazi party, a favorite of Adolf Hitler himself. His rise to power was a mix of merits and favoritism, but especially his ruthlessness and a lack of compulsion to be ethical. To him, ethics were just a simple restraint that wasn't needed. To be tossed away like a raggedy piece of cloth. Something many humans had, and were killjoys for it. It was a time of war.

Always he was kept within the inner circles of the Thule Society, and the Ahnenerbe, working within the circles of the occult, inserted there because of his experience with the supernatural in his earlier life. His previous interactions with an enigmatic man known as "the Dok", and his tendency to not let slip dark secrets like these, made him a much preferred choice. Not that they had a voice or a say, Hitler himself written a check for Montana's own transfer.

Transformed by a single promotion into the entity known as the Major that day, he was transferred into a facility where he met his first foe, and his biggest enemy that boiled into a sick and depraved obsession. An eternal one. Never before had the Major ever met an enemy he could not best. One he could not destroy. One that was beyond the scope of humanity. The one before him was Alucard, a product of England itself. Everything he suddenly hates from every cell of his, that barely represents even the one billionth percentage of a molecule known as loathing.

He even let some pride slip, adopt more bigger vices, such as going for the underhanded method of conspiring with a certain Walter C. Dornez and making arrangements. He would fight another day. He would spill every blood to wage a war against an unholy freak that dare challenge the Major's own ingenuity. As a human, it was his duty to overcome and show he is the better.

He may have suffered a loss by the destruction of the facility, but he got out with Rip van Winkle, the Shi, his loyal Captain, Dok, among many other Millennium personnel. Slowly biding his time. Growing top secret research in Berlin for the last several months.

But he was confronted in the end by the approach of the allies, horribly wounded by the Soviet advance in a last stand of the Reich's headquarter. Dok saved the Major by going for a surgery that transferred all of the Major's own being, into that of a cyborg. Giving all sorts of assurances, despite the Major's rarest of griefs, over being a machine, that he was very much still human in capability. All it did was give him an immortality. Knowing that he detested being a vampire or anything much like that. In a way, his soul was still very human. That he was at least preserved.

With an ever so long patience, the Major gave an order. Under initiation #666, by Hitler before his last moments, to take the last battalion away from Germany, and become part of the Werwolf. The Major complied. And with a fleet of zeppelins, they blew a path, carving straight through Europe and towards South America itself. Making sure to wipe out any evidence of their existence, and kept in hiding for many years to come.

Biding his time for decades, growing his influence. Every single step for his perfect war. He was up against his archnemesis, Alucard. The only one to truly grasp what Alucard is, and treating him exactly just like that -- a nation itself. This abomination that was so eternally young, so eternally powerful, was his greatest enemy yet. The British, the Americans, the Russians, they were so small to him. They were each men representing a nation, but Alucard himself is a country.

He knew exactly what he wanted, and it was total war. Everything he did, from spreading his influence all across America, towards swaying political inclining, and setting agents all around the world, was a plan of his. Made and mastered in his head. He was no meager Major, he was in fact a director of a grand film. Foreseeing every possibility, and making appropriate accommodation, that his constant cool was what Millennium needed. The brain of the leader.

Starting his sparks to the great plan with a single order of eliminating the last remaining high ranked Nazi's with a simple Coup d'etat. Millennium was his to order, and his to command. Nobody else's. Their purpose was to destroy an entire nation. Unto each soldier a hundred man strong.

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