Come, let us heal thy wounds.

[Vanishing Act]

From the heavens came the angels...

• Vanish

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& from the depths of hell behold the demons.

• Hellsing

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Now come forth and beseach my immortal hell...

[Vanishing Act]

What I was led to believe,

lied to me.

I was burned the name Vanish. Though many do not call me by my full name it is normally abreviated to Van, I am the anonymous and quiet Dun horse breed. I am most said to be a mare from the looks of it, I am about III years alive. I was born in the sunshine year of August 2006 in year two and though I am certainly not much to look at I know that I am very beautiful horse. My coat is a snow white while most of the rest of me is black. Including my long tail and mane, my black eyes and stockings on all of my feet along with black hooves. Funny right? I'm entirely black and white just like chess boards. I weigh a bosting 893lb. and I'm as high as 14.2 hands My personality is a split mind, so I'll tell you in different categories. I don't speak a lot with others but when I do, it's in little sentences. I am somewhat anti-social and stay away from others, hiding normally in colder places where my coat is used to it.I am actually and suprisingly very caring. If one is found hurt, I'll do all I can to heal them back to health. I know varieties of herbs and remedies that are good for healing techniques, though rarily used for fighting purposes. I am also suprisingly brave. I show no fear when dealing in a fight and give it all I've got just for something I want. I fight almost every part of my life away because others don't seem to get to leave the silent ones alone. I have won most of my fights and chased off the last few.Even brave horses need to have loyalty, right? I will trust just about anyone who sounds nice. Don't try to talk me into things though, I can tell by the way people speak so I would know if your lying or not. My history is equally as long as my personality, so it might be hard to read if your eyes hurt already. I was born in probably the coldest region in the Arctic. Use to the snow and cold, my coat fur grew longer along with my tail and mane, making an all-round winter coat. I grew up in a forest not far off from a tall mountain made completely of snow and ice. To me, it was home. I got my name because when I was little, I used to slip away from the herd and vanish into the snow. My parents ended up finding me on the peak of the mountain. I grew up quaint and happy and traveled by myself for a while before finding these other lands that I'd never knew about. Now I'm settled down in a stallion named Djin's herd finding out what's next in my life challanges.

[Vanishing Act]

What my life was,

Is all over now.

I go by Fiona, but you may call me Fifi or Eon. As you may see..I am the graceful breed of a Fell pony, small but powerful. If I do say so myself I am the worthy gender of a mare. Though I look younger than I appear, truthfully I am 7 years of age. Born in the beautiful and deadly season of Winter in year one, to be precise. I might not be appeasing to the eye but, my coat is a dappled grey color along with my feathers which drape down to the ground I sometimes also step over them. My mane and tail are the same boring color of a creamy vanilla matching my eyes with a deep amber mixture. My coat texture is very complicated for a person's eye for it has a maze of greys, blacks and white mixed together to make small circles around my entire body, making a pleasing sight for any stallion. I weigh the un-famous 920lb. and I am the height of 13.2 hands, My personality is very bland and un-creative. I have barely any thoughts for anyone else except myself and I could care less as to what others think. My intentions are only for myself and everyone else can go die in a hole. Being very cold hearted, I would rather always be by myself and get eaten by a bear or wolf than go traveling off with some random stranger stallion thinking that it's all fun and games. They say I'm just a cranky old hag that needs to be taught a lesson but, I seem to be doing the teaching around these parts. Nothing is old anymore in this world so I plan to be the screw inbetween the hammer and the wall, if you get my drift. Though I would rarily show my past to anyone, you are an exception. I was born on an Island called Madagascar, yes I know funny name. Any way my mom and father were wild horses at the time but when humans came to the Island, we got captured and sent to something called a zoo. I lived there most of my entire life before getting shipped out to this isolated wasteland but I guess you win some you lose some.

[Vanishing Act]

Why was I chosen,

To be the dying one?

Hello..I am called by Hellsing. My name may only be called by those who I see worthy, for now you may call me the Hell for that is what I am. I am the stronghold and ruler of no kingdom, yet, but I am the proud breed of Lusitano I hear rumors that I am spoken to be a true king, or more of a stallion. I have been ruling the Underworld for four years and I'm not about to give up my kingdom. Besides that, I was born in the season of Summer in the first year. I am honored that you would gaze upon such a monster like me, but theres no telling what I might do. I am the color of bay hinted with my smoke grey and black mane, along with my black stockings and merciless maroon coated pupils, my mane and tail alike are the same color of black mixed with the tint of grey I'm more than an Arabian horse could ever be that's for sure. I'm not much to gaze onto but my muscles do bulge out of their sockets if I put enough pressure on top of them. I size up to most other stallions in a fight and use my back hooves the most which are now stained with the faded color of black, grey, muddy brown and the crimson liquid known all to well.

[/color] I am about 995lb. and 15.3 hands high, a big horse for a big kingdom. My personality is only half of me, but you might as well know the 'better' half first. Around others I am un-responsive to most and talk little around inscolent beings. Not one to mingle with others, I can be seen by myself sleeping or doing something else. I lack the neccisseries to be a full and potential leader, so If I were to join another stallion's herd, I'd pick a rank below the leaders. I love to have equal power over others and can sometimes abuse it. I am idle a lot, not one to 'court' mares but I do have a good taste in only a few. My own thoughts are sealed away deeper within my mind so it might be hard to un-lock me, for I am like a treasure chest that has lost it's key. My history is longer than I will it, you shall know more if you dare to venture to find me. Remember: "You will not find what you lost if you are looking for it." Now sit back and watch the slideshow of my life story. I was born and grew up on a ranch for horses, a partial greatness of my life. I was actually a extremely ventureous young colt and I would travel to the farther outward woods to just get lost from the lives of humans. My mother always wondered about me and my father would sometimes beat me if I went to far and it also caused my mom to cry, she contracted a disease that later killed her in my second year of living. My father was used as a draft horse for plowing fields so he was very muscular, as I am myself. I was also poetic and lost a few friends due to my weird old 'ways' of speaking like "thou" and "thy". I later was let loose because the owner of the ranch cold not keep us animals anymore and his bills piled up, so he could not pay them due to being poor. He died only three years after I left. So I now travel alone and stay out of sight if I can. I sometimes wonder what happened to my father but I know that he is most likely dead. I am also not as joyful as I used to be in my foal days so sorry if I don't ever smile. My history is long, no? Well, farewell..[/blockquote][/center]