The Hellsing Sakurazukamori.
She was tall, towering well over 6 feet, her feet elevated with spiked heeled boots. Her hair was long, and a dark blue-black, falling far past her waist. Her skin was a ghostly white and her eyes a piercing dark purple. Her lips glossed a silken scarlet red. Her hands were elegant, one bore a Wiccan symbol, the other a pentagram, each hand had inch long razor sharp talons, painted black. She had a tall and slender frame, well toned, with ample breasts. Her razor sharp canines were a pearly white along with all of her other teeth. She was a creature that stalked the night, she prowled on the innocent and the ones that were marked with her sign. Her name was Isis, but she was known as the Hellsing'Sakurazukamori. She was the female Nosferatu, The most ancient vampire since Countess Bathory, or Vlad Tepes Drakyula. She had worked for Hellsing for many years, offbase. Rarely did she come to back to base. Only every ten years or so. The last master that had ran the Hellsing home was Arthur Hellsing, Integra's father, and though they spoke on the phone, Integra and Isis had never met. They had never met till the day she strode through the office, the chains on her pants clanging incessantly, her dark violet glasses covering her piercing purple eyes. The clothes that she wore that day resembled a heavy original goth, her shirt Victorian esquitarian, black lined with white lace. Her pants flared from the knee down insanely, and they were lined with chains form where then hung on her hip, to where they flared. Over her left hand, the one bearing a pentagram, she wore a fishnet black glove.
"Well Integra master, its about time." Was the first thing out of her mouth.
"I never figured that you dressed like a disgruntled teenager." Integra replied.
"I never knew that you dressed like a man."
"heh." She remarked. Isis shifted her weight causing her chains to clang. No one had any idea what the meeting between these 2 could possibly mean.