But never doubt...

Okay, so this isn't going to be a literary post, but one of my OoC rants (I decided to type anything just to change the last post I published, since it was a New Year's one, and that was nearly three months ago!). So that this post doesn't end by merely me stating that this will be a rant, I shall just list ten random facts about myself, because I somehow feel exibitionistic! I think it's the anti, or nor, or whatever, the counter thing to adrenaline is kicking in, since the last few days were really really busy. Not bad or anything, just very busy.

Random fact #1: Today my sister and her boyfriend gave me a present and it was Bram Stoker's Dracula - the Francis Coppola film!! It has a documentary on the actual Dracula in its special features!

Random fact #2: For the last few days, I have been rolling scenes for posts in my head, but the topics they have are far too different for a single post, but also far too detailed and complex for stream of consciousness/reminiscing. Hence why I haven't written anything in forever.

Random fact #3: I LOVE skipping rope (is it called that way?)!! It's so boring, I mean, you just jump over a piece of rope repeatedly, yet it is so much fun! You don't have to move anywhere, you can do it indoors or outdoors, no special requirements are needed and neither do you have to have any special abilities or much endurance.

Random fact #4: I hate it when my mother tells me for the umpth time to 'Stop her from eating after six in the evening'. She isn't fat or anything, but she wants to have a healthy digestion and sleep well, hence the no-food-after-six-pm-rule. I have nothing against helping her, but she, when I do tell her 'Hey, it's seven, put that piece of bread down', then gives a whining reply 'But dear, I woke up so early today, and had little for lunch...' I hate her whining.

Random fact #5: Until today, I did not realize I had a QWERTZ keyboard. I would have sworn to have a QWERTY.

Random fact #6: Until recently, or the day before yesterday, I didn't know how to read the word 'cincher'.

Random fact #7: I adore German! The language is so beautiful, so strong, defined, has many grammatical rules, it's structure is firm and regulated so that even the irregularities have many rules! If I wasn't so shy, I'd call myself a dominatrix because of my love for TIGHT rules.

Random fact #8: I dyed my hair orange some months ago, then red, but the orange tips survived. I haven't dyed my hair for quite a while now, so my natural haircolour is growing, resulting in me being in three different colours, brown, red and yellowish-orange.

Random fact #9: I love broccoli with potatoes. It's so bloody perfect!

Random fact #10: Okay, Romeo and Juliet, Lancelot and Lady Guinevere, Tristan and Izolde, Rama and Sita are the 'depictions of couples in love' in the history of literature/visual art/music/etc., but damn me, I see Dracula and Mina as the TOP couple! Well, it must be with me being a really small kid and watching the 1992 Bram Stoker's Dracula - it left a deep impression on my way of perceiving romance. I mean the quote - "I have crossed oceans of time to find you." - just makes my eyes brim with tears.

So that would be it! Enjoy your day! =D

2011, already?!

Man, it is indeed a cliche to say, but really, the years are flying by so fast! 2011 is knocking on the door, and I'm afraid to let it in. 2011 will be my final year in high school and in which I start my life as a university student - hopefully. Enrolling into a German University may fail, I mean, I'm not perfect, and the amount of candidates is head-spinning and stomach-churning! What then? Well, as a joke, I claim that, if I don't manage to enroll into FUB (Free University Berlin), I will jump off a bridge.

But if that happens, I don't know what to do, in all sincerity. I don't have a plan B. Wait for next year? I don't know. Enroll a Croatian Univeristy? Never.

Well, I have to read and research for my verbal exam in January. If I, pardon my Korean, fuck that up, I'm done for. I'll forever be trapped in Croatia, rot and then die.

But I won't fuck it up, G-damnit! I mean, either pass it with flying colours or die trying, literally! Keep those fingers crossed, please!

Well, beside that, 2011 will be turbulent, more than 2010 and the ones before. I hope it will be more prosperous too, for me and for you (rhyme wasn't intended!), and happier, and more fun!

Enjoy awaiting New Year and eat them cookies for me, will you? I'm in a club, waiting for the New Year!

A Hellsing Christmas Play

It's bound to be a lively Christmas this year - with the Wild Geese in the house, surely. Bernadotte's chasing around Seras with a mistletoe attached to a string which was attached to a wodden stick, which was then attached to his head with a band, so that the mistletoe hung above and ready to doom anybody unlucky enough to stand in front of the foreigner. And so it happened that he was running after Seras - "Get away from me already!" - she shouted in frustration as she ran down the hallway, heading for the flight of stairs. "Come on, mignonette! Just one smooch!" - he puckered his lips which gave them a cartoonish pink shape. "Eeeek, get away!" - Seras shook her blushed head and jumped onto the railing and down the two storeys which separated her from the ground floor. Bernadotte didn't see her jump (too busy puckering his lips), and he didn't see the steel spherical Christmas decoration on the floor. He stepped onto it, lost balance, hit his back against the railing, the weight of his body taking over and flipping him over the railing - he was lucky enough to get tangled into the green bushy Christmas decoration that was criss-crossing between the two stair-railings and so he got tangled into them the way a fly gets tangled into a spider-web.
Just beneath the scene, Lilith was on her way to the library, bag of blood in hand. In the exact-right moment, the tangled Bernadotte stopped falling to hang right in front of Lilith, his face facing directly hers, the mistletoe above their heads.
Lilith took note of Bernadotte and the mistletoe, not wondering how the first got here, and didn't seem to care to see the latter hang above her head while facing this man. In fact, her face hadn't changed at all as she sucked the bag of blood. Bernadotte, being taken away by the merriness of the (in)famous Christmas Holiday Mood, somehow assumed that Lilith would be merry enough and so be able to take an innocent joke - "Heh, heh, Lilith... So, what do you say?"

A scream of a man dying echoed and re-echoed through the house.

With a bloody nose and maybe missing a tooth (he didn't quite feel his jaw), Bernadotte continued his search for Seras. He would get his kiss, he doesn't give a damn for the sacrifices he has to take, he will get it! "Mignonette! Wheeeeeeeeeere aaaaaaaaaaare youuuu~?" - he sing-songy asked, calling around with a palm cupping beside his face. Logically, she gave no answer. Sighing, he rubbed the side of his head, but then! A rustle behind him! His head snapped to spot Seras, who was rain-forest camouflaging herself with a pot of flowers as she passed. "AHA! THERE YOU ARE! NOW YOU'RE MINE!" - with an exclamation delcaring war of a rabid madman against a bowl of oatmeal, Bernadotte leaped at Seras. She threw the pot of flowers at him, but he dodged it all too elegantly. Seras was quick on her feet and ran for dear Christmas Carols to the basement. Bernadotte was close behind - "YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!" - "Get away get away, eeeeeeeeeek!" - Seras took a sharp turn and tripped on a carpet. Bernadotte saw that, used the momentum of the curve for a leap with open arms and puckered lips. As he was midair, arms outstretched for a huge hug, Bernadotte briefly opened his eyes and saw a very tall figure grinning at him with shark-like teeth glimering in the candle-light.

Oh God.

"NONONONONO!" - the man helplessly flailed his arms against the air to somehow stop his flight to Doomsland, but it was too late - he crashed head-on against Alucard's chest. The mistletoe, due to physical laws of aerodynamics, ended on the brim of Alucard's hat, above the foreigner and Alucard's heads. Bernadotte looked up at the vampire with the facial expression of genuine terror. Alucard was grinning like a madman - "Shall we?"

And again, the scream of a man dying echoed and re-echoed through the house.

A few storeys up, a very aggravated boss sighed angrily and shoved a Himalayan stack of papers off the desk in a moment of frustration and exhaustion. The ruckus and the screaming about the house was pushing Integra out of her comfort and cool zone into her angry-and-ready-to-shoot-somebody area. Groaning angrily, the woman grabbed with merciless violence a paper that managed to survive her rage and marched out of her office to the top of the stairs and hollered - "SERVANTS!" - the last 's' didn't even hiss out completely, the two, plus third running up the stairs, were already there. Lilith slightly irritated by something and Alucard already heavily amused by something. "We will be working this Christmas. Intelligence is fairly sure the next attack will be at this address - search and destroy the target with minimal casualties." - the Master said in a strong voice and handed the paper to the over-sized-over-giddy child with shark-like teeth. "Look what I've got." - the ridiculously tall man told his Master, shaking the mistletoe he took from Bernadotte in his hand. Integra turned and headed to her office - "Shut up." Alucard just laughed, already planning horrid plans, but then turned to grimy Lilith and Seras, who just came and missed the meeting entirely. Alucard grinned to the two girls - "Now, Prancer and Vixen, on!"

Little Bobby was very good this year. All year long he would, after being done with playing, put all his toys back into the box. He didn't pull any girl by the hair and he was a good boy at preschool, always listened to the teachers and caretakers. A few times, he did, however, secretely eat chocolate when mamma wasn't looking, but he imagined Santa wouldn't take it as a bad deed, for the man was a chubby man, and little Bobby guessed Santa did the same with cookies when Ms. Claus wasn't paying attnetion.

Since he was a very good boy this year, little Bobby decided, positively and absolutely, to stay awake and wait for Santa to come, so he could see the man for himself! Little Susie was mean and said, that Santa didn't exist, that the chubby Saint was just the janitor at preschool. Susie was very perceptive, but little Bobby didn't and couldn't have known that, so he continued on believing in Santa (just as any 5 year old is supposed to) and decided to see him and strengthen his faith in the red-and-white Saint.

So little Bobby, when mamma and daddy went to sleep, snook out of his room, shrouded in his comfort blanket like Harry Potter for inscreasing his invisibility, went down the stairs silently and hid behind the couch. Santa would come down the chimney and he would surprise the old man by jumping out suddenly. Little Bobby was convinced the old man would, by being shocked, be unable to run away.

What little Bobby didn't know, this year he truly was getting a visit from a red-and-white-costume wearing being. Namely, he was going to be visited by a ferocious, unimaginative, low-life-vampire that wore a Father Christmas costume and dragged along an empty bag, into which Bobby would fit just perfectly. After that, the vampire would devour Bobby, limb by limb. And then: bye-bye-Bobby.

But Faith had Bobby fall asleep and so he didn't hear when the vampire slid down the chimney, passed through the living room, went up the stairs to Bobby's bedroom, sighed aggravatedly upon spotting an empty bed, then went down the stairs again and sat down onto the couch. "Goddamnit, this house is supposed to have a cute blonde boy!" - the scum hissed angrily and tugged on his fake beard.
"Your guise is missing a bag full of presents." - Lilith told the vampire.
"Like Hell I'd drag around presents too." - the (s)ain't said with an angry sigh. He then looked to the side and spotted the girl seated beside him, looking at him with apathetic red eyes.

"JEEEEEESUS!" - jumping up the low-life squeaked - "W-where did you come from!?" - the vampire squealed as he whispered the shout, walking backwards, then bumping with his back against something lean and tall. Eyes cracking wide, his head twitched as it turned to face a chest, and a grinning face attached by a neck and shoulders to it. "EEEEEEK! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!" - now that whisper was just a row of squeaks and high-pitched sounds resembling words. Alucard grinned manically - "You're disgraceful. Walking about as a red Dicken's 'Ghost of Christmas Present'." - the tall vampire commented. Lilith stood up and evoked the fog which encircled the body of the fake-Santa, some of the fog flowing into his mouth and muffling it. "Soon you shall be the Ghost of Christmas Past." - she added, but then all three had their attention drawn to a source of a child's yawn and a ruslting blaknet. Alucard's, Lilith's and even the low-life's head turned to little Bobby, who woke up because he had to pee.

Immediately, Alucard, being the bigger one, stood before Lilith and the imposter, so he covered with his body the future gory sight - Master said minimal casualties, and that included psychological trauma.

And so stood the ridiculously tall man before the child with big green eyes, those blinking slowly and rarely, growing bigger in bigger with sinking-in realization. Hugging its comfort blanket tighter and tighter to its small body, its cheeks grew pinker and pinker, the brows moved to form a frown of childish determination and the small child wiggled its booty in preparation for asking the most vital, most important, most intriguing and most life-and-death-deciding question of all - "Are you Santa?" - "Santa?" - Alucard repeated inquisitively and with a risen eyebrow looked at Lilith, who had the vampire disembowled and packed into the bag, hoping she might know more. She looked at the pale, blonde child, then to Alucard - "The child is a foreigner and might have mishapen the word 'Saint'." - she stated with a casual shrug. The blonde child all the while watched the red-coated Alucard with all the mortally vital attention only a child could muster.

In one thing Lilith was right - the child was indeed a foreigner, an American hailing from Boston, who came to visit his old British grandmother, and with that fact said, the misunderstandings are easy to explain. Little did the two of them know the child meant 'Father Christmas' (British for 'Santa Claus' - do the British have to have odd names for everything? Good Heavens they say 'knickers' for underwear!). Even less did they know that the child saw in Alucard's red coat and red hat the popularized image of the historical and legendary figure of Saint Nicholas (Sinterklaas if you like), that was first drawn by caricaturist and political cartoonist Thomas Nast in the 19th century, then further reinforced and then maintained by song, radio, television, films and advertising (most significantly by the soft drink company Coca-Cola; the company popularized the image so much, the urban legend that Coca-Cola invented Santa appeared, which isn't true, since Santa appears in America years before the invention of fizzy soft drinks - firstly in Washington Irving's story in 1809).

Alucard looked back at the child, grinning broadely - "Off to bed with you." - he stated, shooing it with a hand. By now, the child was convinced this tall red-coat-red-hat-white-gloved person was Santa - it was him, positively! The child wiggled its booty again - "Will you leave presents for me and, and mamma and, and daddy and, oh, and granny too? We were very good this years - especially granny! She baked lots and lots of cookies for me and mamma and daddy!" - the blonde child said, jumping up and down. "Ah, now I know," - Lilith spoke up - "he must mean the philantropic gift-bearing saint, Father Christmas." - her enthusiasm was in a delightful monotone holiday mood. Alucard's eyebrows went up and he chuckled - "Ho ho ho!" - the child jumped up to that and spread its arms to hug the ridiculously tall figure and actually did hug the ancient vampire's leg. "I knew it was you Santa! I knew it!" - it exclaimed with all the holiday glee a child could muster. Alucard chuckled - "Off to bed with you, or you won't get any presents." - that threat sounded like the threat of a gleeful mass-murderer. The child didn't catch the deadly vibe of the words, detached itself from Alucard leg, nodded vigirously and ran up the stairs, the squeak of a door closing shut finishing the row of small delightful sounds.
Suddenly, another sound, that of a body falling dully against a pile of wood, appeared, causing the two vampires' heads to turn. It was Seras who caused the rucus - she was climbing the chimney, then slipped and fell. "Owie, owie, owie!" - the blonde whimpered as she rubbed her aching bottom. "You are quite late." - the child pointed out the obvious. The policegirl's face flushed red and her big blue eyes looked away - "I-I am sorry..." - she said in a low voice, standing up, head still bowed and cheeks slapped-red. "Well, don't be lazy now, policegirl! Join the merriness and hold this!" - Alucard stated in a tone of nonchalant amusement while grabbing, then handing over the sack of gore. "What's this?" - the girl asked no one in particular and began oppening it. "The target." - Lilith's monotone voice came to the policegirl's brain at the same time as the visual confirmation of the child's words. Feeling quite qeasy, she closed the bag immediately, feeling her empty stomach turn and groan.

Back at home, the vampires were lazing about in the living room - Lilith was watching the telly (some 'Nightmare before Christmas' by some 'Tim' or 'Tom' or 'Steward Burton'), Seras was finishing and brushing up some decorations, while Bernadotte sat in a corner, head hanging, arms limp, untouched punch on the table beside him. He was suffering from 'Christmas depression', while the rest of the Wild Geese were having a jolly time, playing poker and losing badly against Walter and his 'pleasant English p-p-p-pokerface-p-p-pokerface'.
With a victorious 'Perfect~!' Victoria finished with brushing up the decorations of the Christmas tree and felt so proud of herself like never before - truly, she and Walter did wonders with the holidays. They ought to start a decorating company or something, once Walter retires that is. "Bravo, mignonette, it's really pretty." - the policegirl nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Bernadotte's voice so suddenly. She didn't expect him to speak, not after encountering Lilith then Alucard with a mistletoe attached to his head. "T-thank you." - she said stutteringly. Bernadotte noticed she was still quite afraid and jumpy, fearing he might make advances. He sighed, , and shook his head - "It's okay mignonette, I gave up, relax." - he had resigned after the two incidents. "Good, because if you didn't, you might die." - Victoria pointed out. The man laughed nervously a cut-up almost mechanical laugh - "Ha-ha, you don't say..." - then and there, Bernadotte noticed Victoria was looking at him with eyes furrowed. "Hm?" - he didn't say anything, but looked at her intent and focused gaze with a surprised and puzzled one, not understanding the signals she was sending. "Something's missing..." - she muttered, rubbing her chin. "Yes, a tooth." - he stated, but was still puzzled, with one eyebrow up. Suddenly, the policegirl took her Santa hat off, pushed his cowboyish one off and put the red-and-white Christmas symbol instead. "Now it's perfect!" - the blonde squeaked happily. With risen brows, the foreigner looked upwards, as if that made him see the Santa hat on his head. Then he cracked a smile before laughing together with Victoria, who then, feeling at ease, punched him in the shoulder as a friendly gesture, causing the other to wince in pain.

With those two having their short Christmas story finished, we pass onto the Queen of this mansion, seated into her armchair, sipping tea. The evening was to be pleasant, silent, without incidents. A rare occassion for her to relax.
Hell she can, Alucard appeared beside, leaning against her armchair, arms crossed, grinning as per usual. "I remember when you were a little girl. You enjoyed so much in decorating the tree with your father." - "That's in the past. Humans change, you ought to know that by now." - the woman of steel said coldely. Alucard chuckled - "If so, what were you doing this morning, hm?" - the ancient vampire inquired with a toothy grin. The Steel Flower's gaze snapped at him. He was supposed to be sleeping during the day! "That does not concern yo-"You were decorating the tree with the same ornaments you decorate the trees with for the past 20 years of your life." - Alucard pointed out. The woman sipped her tea - "Shut up, I want to enjoy my free evening." To that, Alucard shrugged his shoulders - "My Master's wish is my command, but I am afraid there might a command ranking higher than my Master's." - to that now Integra's whole faced turned to Alucard. He pointed with a finger to the ceiling. One of the mistletoes Bernadotte planted about the house for Victoria (he called them 'mines') hung right above the two.
"You have got to be joking me." - she muttered, then added in a snap -"You put it up there?"
"No, certainly I haven't." - Alucard didn't lie now, that good she knew him.

For a while, the woman looked at the mistletoe, then to Alucard, then back to the mistletoe, then back to Alucard, where her gaze stayed.

God damn it.

And so they- "Fair reader, no peeking." - Lilith says and closes the doors of this scene, then reopens just a bit for her head to peek out - "The end is omitted with full intended purpose and you may or may not decide whether the end should be as it should be, or be as it can't be, or could not be, or ought not to be. Or ought to be all together."

(The curtain falls.)

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I hope you enjoyed reading it! And of course, Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah, be it religious or commercial!
Of course, happy splendid New Year!

Here is a little Christmas-special mini-half-way-not-really-doujinshi-actually-comic-strip done by me (images taken from the manga Tasogare Otome x Amnesia, edited in Photoshop, all rights to the artist, I do not support Coca-Cola)

I saw a strange girl in the bus yesterday

I have to tell you; the most disgusting, most revolting, stomach-turning, bowles-burning and vomit-provoking thing to have ever existed on the face of this planet is British public transportation.

By many, the red two-storey buses, are often mistaken for public bathrooms. You can't blame the majority this time. The smell is the same, there's no possibility of flushing and there is never any toilet paper.

Just as on any other night, on my way home from my job - I'm a student working my way through University in the Pit of Morality, also called Capitalist Accomplishment in Chinese Hell or simply Serfdom of the Modern Era, but most popularly known as McDonald's - the putrid stench of the bus washed over me like a phantasmagoric waterfall, my with-holes-ridden All Star shoe stepped gloriously into a warm substance I can safely identify as spilled coffee (you'd be amazed to see what kinds of liquid I can differentiate by merely stepping into them). It was very late at night, sometime between 1 and 2 in the morning and knowing this, you know that the red bus was almost empty. A few permanent residents slept in the very back of the bus, another student was seated at the front, reading a book and me, seated in the middle, hoping that my life won't be linked forever and eternally to that place of eternally-young plastic food and Chinese-child-labour-toys.

Yawning and looking off to my side, I saw a strange girl in the bus. 

Her hair was pitch black, umbra, and very long, reaching the end of her back. Her skin shone against the fluorescent light like snow on a bright, clear, winter morning, contrasting itself and seeming even whiter against her by-contrast-now-even-blacker hair. The girl was dressed into a sailor-school-uniform, likewise black, with a obnoxiously red tie around the sailor-collar. Overall, she was small, petite. Around 13 I'd say. One of her small, pale hands held on tightly on the metal rod, from the other a grey eco-friendly bag saying 'R.I.P. - Recycling is popular' hung while a book of poems sat in the palm of that same hand - some Arthur Rimbaud. I remember hearing of him being gay or bisexual or something.

I didn't ask myself how she got there, I frankly wasn't interested into that. I didn't ask myself why the Hell a 13-year-old dressed as a 13-year-old would be in a reeking bus at 1 or 2 in the morning. I was far too sleepy to think about that. I continued to study her with my eyes and noticed the oddest thing about her - she was standing. Save for 5 (student, permanent residents and me) seats that were taken, the bus was left for her to pick from the remaining 50+ free seats. Yet she stood. Like any well-bred pupil is supposed to.

As I kept on pondering over the reasons why she wouldn't sit down, I noticed the most peculiar thing about her which I didn't immediately perceive as the oddest thing - namely, her eyes, her big dull eyes, had blood red irises. Still thinking over possible reasons for her standing, realization slowly sunk in. As it was slowly sinking in and as were my eyes widening, not comprehending her eye-colour, the bus was compressed like a harmonica from the front and the back.

Glass shattered and metal groaned as it was forcefully bent, the student at the front and the beggars at the back squished in the process, while I was showered by glass shards, thrown off my seat into a puddle of piss, a metal bar falling and so pressing against my chest. I heard the bottom of the bus screech to a dramatic stop and I felt the momentum of it. Yet the girl with freakish eyes remained standing as if nothing had happened. However, she did stop reading, her gaze gliding off the fine page to her general direction, then to me. Had I had the urge to say something, I would have been stumped and frozen, but since I had had no intention of saying anything, I was just frozen by her cold, dull, bored gaze. I guess this is what people consider to be a Gorgon's gaze.
Absolutely unfazed by the whole bus being compressed and me choking on the floor, she continued watching me, her hand snapping the book of poems shut inaudibly and dropping it into her eco-friendly bag. She moved away from her spot and began approaching me, her red gaze fixated on my own brown eyes. I couldn't hear her steps, even though she walked over glass shards, but I didn't notice that, or the fact that all sounds were gone, until I spoke up, felt my lips move, but heard no sound coming from them. I felt in my nose that I was wheezing as I breathed, but heard no pitch of my dysfunctional nose.

That freaked me out and I began screaming inaudibly.

"Hey, hey, lad! Hey! Wake up!"

Wake up?

My eyes snapped open and I found myself lying on the floor of the bus, the student holding my shoulder, the beggars on the other side, seeming worried. Now I was stumped, unable to say 'Weren't you dead?!', but managed to squeal breathlessly instead - "Hn? What happened?" - I asked, my throat feeling sore, eyes blinking rapidly.
"You jus' fain'ed and fell righ' off yer sea'!" - the student with speech impairment said, well, shouted at me as if I had problems hearing. Closing my eyes and reopening them to clear my vision - yes, the bus was in one piece, not a squished harmonica, no bar was squeezing my chest, the ones who were supposed to be dead were alive.

And I saw the strange girl in the bus.

Her red gaze was intently fixated on my eyes. My lower lips began trembling and I felt the explosion of a scream in the bottom of my throat threatening to come out hollering, but it was stopped by her - she moved her head left-right in a slow, steady 'shake' then put her index finger over her lips, indicating that I mustn't shout.
The bus came to a halt, and she exited. I jumped up, ignored the beggars and confused student and ran to the back of the bus, since the doors were already shut, and glued myself to the back window, hands beside my face, my breath fogging the glass. I could see the strange girl, standing at the bus stop, watching the bus I was in go away. The grey eco-friendly shopping back was bigger now and deformed from the inside by some odd content, with blood dripping through the cotton fibres and a gruesome hand sticking out.

I began riding a bike to work.

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This post was just a brain fart. I kinda felt like writing something like this, short, sweet gruesome detail at the end. I might add things in the future, but for now I want it to be like this. I always somehow fancied writing a post with Lilith using public transport.

OoC: Damn my urges

Mind you they're not of the sexual nature.

After reading my dear friend's characters' short bios, I felt the urge to write one for a character I hadn't had many chances to roleplay as (sadly T_T). I know, I know, not again, damned be Mara for doing nothing all day except for writing her boring characters' bios, but you don't have to read! Okay I expect you to, I'm an awful person.
Here, I proudly present, a CookieMonsterMara production:

The Smexy Hungarian

Name: Lajos Kossuth
Alias: The Hungarian
Nicknames: The Smexy Hungarian, Louie
Hair: Longish, wavy and dark brown, seeming black
Eyes: Brown, golden-brown, when agitated or angry red
Height: 175cm
Build: Tall, slender, athletic, lean, strong legs
D.O.B: September 19, 1802
Age: 208
Apparent Age: 23-25
Identifying Marks: A circular messy scar from a bullet in the middle of his chest
Place of Birth: Monok in the Zemplén county, then Kingdom of Hungary
Place of Residence: Budapest, Republic of Hungary
Breed: Vampire
Special Abilities: Superhuman speed, hearing, smell, taste, strength, accelerated healing, ghosting through objects, the Sun won't immediately kill him, but being exposed to the sun for several hours will make him feel queasy and cause him to faint, a stake (wooden or silver) through his heart and decapitating him will kill him for good
Occupation: Journalist for a Hungarian underground revolutionary paper
Weapon(s): Revolver
Father/Mother: László Kossuth † and Karolina Weber †
Siblings: Karolina Kossuth †, Emilia Kossuth †, Luzja Kossuth † and Zsuzsanna Kossuth †
Spouse: Terez Meszlényi †
Children: Ferenc Lajos Ákos Kossuth †, Vilma Kossuth † and Lajos Tivadar (Tódor) Kossuth †
Personal History: Lajos was a lawyer, journalist, politician and even Regent-President of Hungary in 1849! He  was widely honoured  during his 'believed lifetime', even in the USA and the UK, as a freedom fighter and bellwether of democracy in Europe.
Born as the eldest of five children, Lajos had a good start in life. His family was a part of the Hungarian nobility. Even though they were an empoverished noble family, they were still noble, which provided him enough ground basis for being sent to the best schools and receiving best education. He already showed a rebellious character in school by calling his fellow students to a strike against a teacher's harsh punishments and unprofessionalism. His rebellion and the strike were successful.
Aged nineteen, Lajos entered his father's legal practice, and after becoming locally very popular, was appointed steward to a Countess. He was dismissed due to a misunderstanding, but his reputation was ahead of him and he became deputy to Count Hunyady, a big-shot back then in Hungary. His written reports of the meetings he had to attent to his employer were actually quite illegal (Austria, who ruled over Hungary and several more countries, banned written reports of such a kind), but Kossuth continued writing and publishing them anyway.That too was illegal, and he was forbidden from publishing and even printing them, but his manuscripts still cruised about the Liberals, spreading the spirit of Hungarian nationalism - a new Hungary.
One fateful night, he was walking home (didn't have money for a carriage, again) from yet another illegal meeting with two more revolutionaries, the big-browed Count István Széchenyi and nearly-inhumanly strong Wesselényi, angry as Hell. He was made a fool of, called a radical loberal, an idiot, his ideas of a free from any foreign rule Hungary mocked and laughed at! Those idiots wish to strengthen Hungary under the rule of the Austrian crown but fail to see that will never work! Every time Hungary came back up onto its feet, the Austrian crown burdened Hungary with taxes, laws, restrictions, export, debt and whatnot just to put Hungary back into its subservient position! Those idiots fail to see the truth he saw clearly!
Well he saw his political programme as clear as day and failed to see the dark shadows following him. One shadow caught up and called out his name. He turned and heard a gunshot re-echo in his ears. He didn't feel the burning pain until he fell onto his back, his warm blood slowly flowing over his chest and onto the stone pavement. He couldn't see his murderer's face, who now walked up to him and knived the bullet out of his chest. That will leave a mark tomorrow morning. He didn't feel anything, but heard his wheezing prespiration. Was this the end? He hadn't even managed to change a thing in Hungary. He hadn't done a thing, but written a few pamphlets and pissed a few people off. He hadn't freeded Hungary.

The next shadow that came changed the course of his life.

The next day, he went full sail toward the new Hungary he envisioned. He continued writing reports and continued spreading them to the people, started a nearly-illegal newspaper, called up for a change, a reform. Austria didn't like that, tried to assassinate him several times, then arrested him and kept him in prison to at least stop the flow of nationalist ideas, but Lajos' dream was unstoppable. Released from prison, he held speeches appealing to the people's strenghtening patriotism, became the editor of a Liberal and (this time) legal newspaper, then was dismissed from this position, was unemployed for 3 years, but founded a nationalist society, argued and appealed on creating a Hungarian port, which was then made, he keenly fought a campaign after which he was elected a deputy in a new National Diet, became chief of the Extreme Liberal Party, in 1848 he led the Revolution, wrote to the Austrian emperor, his speech made the people in Vienna overthrow a monster-minister, a new government was formed in Hungary and he became the Minister of Finances, but the people associated the new government with him and not the Minister, which is a proof of his charisma, but then a crisis with the Slavonic people (a people he deemed lower than Hungarian people) rendered him useless, for he lacked ruthlessness, but managed to find a man who could solve the Slav-rebellions, issued the Hungarian Declaration of Independence, freeded the sferves, was appointed Regent-President, then abdicated because the idiot who solved the Slav-problem capitulated, then Lajos was exiled, moved to England and held there very eloquent, archaic and theatrical speeches, then moved to the USA, did there the same, then settled in Italy, was stripped of his Hungarian citizenship, wrote his biography, and soon became the earliest born person to have his voice recorded. He 'died' in Turin, 20th of March 1894.
His wish was not granted, and Hungary was not freed of Austria. Hungary became the second part of a 'dual' monarchy, but Hungary was not going to develop. He continued trying to dree Hungary behind the scenes.
Yet his name and face are honoured to this day. It is almost ridiculous to hear beggars ask him, today in modern Republic of Hungary, for a Kossuth-note, a colloquial term for a bank-note.
Lajos's 'life' was very rough and eventful, yet he still managed to marry and adopt three children.

Personality: He is very passionate, temperamental, goes up into flames easily, but when nothing agitates him, he seems to be quite normal, gives a laid-back impression, smiles a lot and is quite the cheerful lad. He is kind, mind you, merciful rather than ruthless, strives to his ideal of justice, but if you're on his way to justice and there's no way around you, he will shoot you. He is very confident of himself and his abilitites, a bit too proud, which makes it hard for him to admit defeat. In fact, he won't admit defeat and go on and on and on until he wins which makes him very persistent and stubborn.

Notes: This man smokes like a chimney and when he swears in Hungarian he could make a whole regata of sailors blush! He also developed a whole series of 'angry faces'. He hates ties. His favourite passtime is playing cards or writing rebellious articles appealing to the people's sense of justice and emotions. He has a hat thing. Don't mess with his hat. Seriously.

Typical Appearance: Since he was a politician most of his life, his dress is mostly formal, consisting of a white button-up shirt with Victorian-ish frills, a waistcoat, a long coat, black dress pants and nice black shoes. And of course, a hat. He can be casual with a plain black t-shirt and some sweat pants.