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[gear-mitzi-the-hellsing]

Creating the Hans content I wish to see in the world. 😘

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More old & unfinished Hellsing art from around 2020,

[mrwerewolfcaptain]

What's your favourite headcanon for the Captain? Which one lives in your head rent free despite canon? Which headcanon of yours isn't disproven by canon?

Hi, thanks a lot for the questions!

1- My favorite headcanon about the Captain is that he turned into a werewolf many centuries before the events of Hellsing The Dawn and Hellsing Ultimate. In my opinion, he was a human being (just like Alucard before he became a vampire), who then turned into a werewolf after being bitten and contaminated by another werewolf, who trasmitted to him the curse of lycanthropy . Here in Europe there are many legends and theories about how the transformation from human to werewolf happened in ancient times, but the most common is that of the infected bite.

2- Another headcanon that I like and that lives in my head rent free, is that the Captain has many hidden ''passions / talents'': Considering his military background and his astounding strength, I think he is very good at repairing machines and machinery that normal people would never be able to fix with their bare hands. Also, since he personally fought as a soldier on the battlefield during WWII, I think he is an expert on many types of weapons, and that he cleans his two Mauser C96 pistols every day to keep them in good working.

3- I don't know, maybe the fact that the Captain is an expert on many types of weapons is true, as he is a soldier and a WWII veteran. In Hellsing Ultimate and Hellsing The Dawn he always uses his two Mauser C96 pistols, but when he participated in the Malmedy Massacre on December 17, 1944 (chapter 82 of the manga) he is shown holding a Karabiner 98k rifle:

English is not my native language, so if you notice any grammar mistakes, don't hesitate to write them to me! ^^

[mrwerewolfcaptain]

THE CAPTAIN’S PREY

Over the centuries, humans have given him many names:

Beast Demon Monster Devil Servant of the devil Murderer Eater of children

However, only one is the name by which the Captain recognizes himself: Werewolf. A creature cursed and doomed to live forever, just like vampires. Although he did his best to keep his dark and ferocious instincts under control, he could not deny his predatory nature.

He had been a weapon of mass destruction during World War II, and had killed countless people, but despite that ... he hadn't felt the slightest remorse.

He felt nothing even when, in December 1944, he participated in the Malmedy massacre and executed countless American soldiers with his bare hands.

❝Captain, kill them all! Show them who you are! You are a predator, a hunter! Catch the prey, hold it tightly in your jaws, and never let it go!❞

Even years later, the major's words rang in his mind as he silently stared at his delightful prey walking through the woods wearing a flashy, long red cloak. The Captain licked his lips and came out of his hiding place, making the young woman recognize his presence. His menacing aura, comparable to that of a thousand soldiers put together, reached the girl, who began to tremble in fear. When the young woman's terrified gaze met the Captain's piercing red eyes, the werewolf's instincts grew stronger.

He knew that look of fear very well. It was the same emotion that all humans and animals that met him felt. Some screamed, others cried and pleaded for their lives, but whatever their reaction was, there was always that look of terror imprinted on their faces. He too had felt it when, centuries ago, he had been a human. However, now he was no longer a human being ... he was a predator, a werewolf.

With that last thought, the Captain raised his head towards the full moon, and let out a deep growl. Subsequently, he took off his old army green coat and threw it to the ground. Even in his human form, his werewolf features were unmistakable: his blood-red eyes, the peculiar color of his hair, his sharp teeth, and his frighteningly tall and powerful body never went unnoticed.

With an impassive look, he watched the young woman start running to try desperately to escape from him. However, the poor and unfortunate prey had no idea that she would soon be captured by the Captain's mighty jaws.

Happy halloween!  🎃

[mrwerewolfcaptain]

where is the myth of werewolves most widespread?

Well, the myth of werewolves is spread all over the world. However, the place where the greatest number of sightings and trials of werewolves have occurred is Europe (especially Germany, France, Switzerland and Austria).

I live in a small mountain village on the border between Italy and Switzerland, and here there are many legends about werewolves. In particular, my grandmother told me that an elderly hunter who lived here in my village had cut off the right front leg of a large black wolf in the woods. However, the enormous animal (which was known to the inhabitants for killing two cows and a child) managed to escape. The next day, when he went back into the woods, the hunter saw an unknown (and completely unclothed) man prowling into he forest with his severed and bleeding right hand. I don't know what happened next, but it is said that the werewolf is still seeking revenge.

This is just one of the many legends that circulate here in my area, and there are even more scattered throughout Europe.

[mrwerewolfcaptain]

Do you have any thoughts on how old the Captain might be?

Thanks for the question! Canonically no one knows, but personally I think he is very old. In my opinion, he was born between 1700 and 1800 in Germany from a poor working class family. In Hellsing The Dawn Alucard is surprised to discover that the Captain is a werewolf, as he was convinced all werewolves had been defeated long ago:

Furthermore, the vampire says this peculiar phrase: ❝It's probably a hundred years old, too❞, implying that the Captain is a centuries-old creature like Alucard.

[mrwerewolfcaptain]

Could you write a One Shot '' Yandere! Captain x Reader'' please?

Even if you started this blog a few days ago, I'm already in love with it! I almost suspect that you are Kouta Hirano's assistant!

❝Please, open the door! Help me!❞ I screamed in panic, incessantly beating my fists on the front doors of every house I could find.

In the distance, a ferocious, angry howl echoed from the depths of the forest, making me tremble even more.

He's coming. And he is angry.

❝Please, I just need to hide! The monster is hunting me!! ❞ I cried desperately, sobbing and panting.

Suddenly, the door of the small village church finally swung open. An elderly priest came out of the building holding a crucifix firmly in his hands. Although I was crying and wearing dirty, torn clothes, he was not staring at me with a merciful or compassionate look. No, the elderly priest's eyes were full of hatred.

❝Get out of this village immediately or the monster will kill us all because of you! ❞ The priest shouted loudly, pointing the crucifix in my direction.

❝N-no, there must have been a misunderstanding! I am running away from the monster, I am a victim, not his helper! Please save me!❞ I whimpered in fear, continuing to cry.

❝I don't believe a single word of what you say! The mark on your shoulder is the proof that you are his whore, and you don't deserve any salvation! You are the devil's whore!❞ The priest concluded, pointing his finger at the conspicuous scar that the monster had caused me after biting me.

Subsequently, after giving me one last disgusted look, he went back inside the church, closing the door.

❝No!❞ I shouted, collapsing to the ground. I was exhausted, disappointed, terrified and angry.

Nobody will come to save me from him.

Until a few months ago I was leading a normal and ordinary life. Now, however, I find myself in a remote and lost forest somewhere in the mountains of Germany, escaping from a creature that I believed only existed in legends and horror films: a werewolf.

❝Why me? What did I do wrong?❞ I screamed, closing my eyes and clenching my fists.

Suddenly, a deep growl made me shiver and wince noisily. Even though it was a cold winter night, beads of sweat began to roll down my forehead. My heart started beating wildly as I realized that the growl was coming from behind me.

Very slowly, I turned my head, looking with a frightened gaze at the monster that in the last few months had turned my life into a complete hell.

Even in his human form he was intimidating and threatening. He was tall, massive and too muscular to be a normal man. His unnatural, glowing red eyes were staring at me intensely, just as a predator would stare at his delicious prey.

His silence certainly did not improve the situation, on the contrary, it made it all more terrifying.

Without saying a word, the werewolf bent down and grabbed my wrist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.

❝AHH! ❞ I screamed in pain as he unexpectedly sank his sharp teeth into my shoulder, right above the mark he had inflicted on me months ago.

I pressed my hands to his shoulders in an attempt to push him away. However, he was too strong for me, and he didn't move an inch.

When he was finally satisfied enough, he pulled away from my shoulder, licking his blood-stained lips. Afterwards, he wiped my tears away with his finger, while with the other hand he gently stroked his bite mark on my shoulder.

A few seconds later, with impressive speed, he grabbed my hips and loaded me onto his mighty shoulder, starting to run towards that small wooden cabin in the middle of the forest that had become my prison.

Little Red Riding Hood had been luckier than me.

I will never be able to escape from the big bad wolf.

(Thanks for your request! I'm not a native English speaker, so if you find any grammatical errors please tell me).