Hellsing paranormal creature file number 58734665-XXB
Name: Jean-Paul Garous
Species Classification: Ascended Loup-Garou
Height: Human height 1.98 meters, werewolf height 2.38 meters
Weight: Human weight 136.08 kg., werewolf weight 317.51 kg.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Yellow
Age: 359
Group Affiliation: Knights of Charlemagne, French anti-paranormal creature division.
Church affiliation: Independent Christian, not affiliated to any denomination.
Aliases: The Night Stalker, Wolf man, Beast Master.
Training: As a human, Masseur Garous was a member of the French Foreign Legion and fought in more than 50 wars and skirmishes around the world.
Abilities: Jean-Paul Garous is a werewolf of the highest order. He has completely perfected his control over his transformations. He can assume full werewolf form in 15 seconds, at any time of day or night, and can remain in this form as long as he likes. He retains his full mental facilities while transformed and has no change in personality except a profound upswing in aggression. While fully transformed, he has the strength to lift 8000 kg. His sense of smell is 3,000 to 4,000 times more sensitive than a timber wolf, and his hearing is acute enough to detect a mouse running through grass at 100 meters. He can achieve a top running speed of 100 kph, and hold it for 1 hour unaided. His regenerative powers vary from spectacular to almost non- existent. His healing and regenerating, as well as his endurance, are dependant upon the moon. When he is bathed in the light of the full moon, his regeneration tops even Alucard's. Any wounds received heal instantly and cause no damage. When the moon is new, his healing slows to just above human norm. If he is killed while the moon is small, he will be brought to life again when bathed in the full moon's light. His endurance is also dependant on the moon. When the moon is full his endurance is unlimited. When the moon is new his endurance is that of an Olympic level athlete.
Weaponry: Jean-Paul takes advantage of his incredible strength and sensory capabilities by carrying a variety of weapons too powerful for human use. He has a pair of custom mirror-imaged .500 S&W revolvers, which have been further modified to take full-moon clips. He also wields a custom semi-automatic 20mm sniper rifle. He has been known to use other weapons, such a General Electric M-60 "Vulcan" 20mm Gatling gun.
History: Jean-Paul Garous is the last of a long line of werewolves. He was born in the year 1642 on a small French farm. At age 18 his werewolf abilities began to surface. Unlike his predecessors, Jean-Paul reveled in his new-found power and sought to gain full control over it. He joined the Foreign Legion and spent the next two and a half centuries honing his combat and tracking skills. He discovered abilities that his ancestors had only dreamed of, and in doing so became the most powerful werewolf of his line. He joined the Knights of Charlemagne in 1910 after a vampire and his ghoul minions ambushed his foreign legion squad and left him for dead. When the full moon restored him to life he tracked down and killed every one of the vampires, and in doing so found that they presented the ultimate challenge. He immediately sought out more vampires to hunt. The Knights of Charlemagne saw that their goals and his were the same: kill vampires. They contacted him, and he joined them in order to find more challenges and prey. They helped him to further develop his powers and gave him access to heavy weaponry. He has hunted vampires and monsters with them ever since.
Weaknesses: Garous has overcome many of his werewolf weaknesses over the course of time. He is now barely harmed by silver and is unaffected by garlic. Blessed weaponry does not harm him as he is not un-dead. His one psychological weakness is a tendency to be reckless and impulsive.
Closing notes: Garous presents a definite threat to both Hellsing and Division XIII. He possesses power on a level with Alucard and Father Anderson and is backed by a well funded, well connected, well armed organization. He should be approached with extreme caution and should never be provoked. However, he should not be allowed free reign on Protestant territory as his organization is secular and therefore an enemy of Hellsing.
Chapter 1: Contact
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Alucard, Seras, Intregra, Father Anderson, or any other Hellsing character.
Jean-Paul Garou stepped out of the door of his small, rented room and looked through hallway window at the sky. The moon was full and shining almost as bright as day. It was the perfect night for his assignment. He went back into his room and gathered up a large bag of equipment. Closing the door and locking it up, he headed out to the night's work.
* * * *
Belle Chervouz ran through the moonlit streets in terror. She knew better than to walk the streets at this hour on the night of the full moon, but tonight she had been so angry at her parents she hadn't cared. Having left the house after another huge argument over school, she had been the local hang-out with her friends, and had lost track of time. Rushing home, she had noticed a group of tall, pale men following her. Stopping to look behind her, she had seen their fangs glistening in the moonlight. She had never believed the stories her Grandma told about Vampires and Loup-Garou, always dismissing it as old fashioned nonsense.
Now she knew better.
When she had seen the fangs she started running. The men followed along at an easy jog. She could sense that they were playing with her, enjoying her fear. Hurtling along a back alley, she turned a corner and came to a dead end. She frantically looked around for another exit, but all the doors were boarded up in this part of town. She was just about to try climbing the wall when she heard the vampires come running around the corner. She screamed and sank to the ground in terror. When the vampires saw this they laughed heartily.
The vampires hissed in satisfaction and darted the length of the alley. She screamed again and tried to run past them out of the closed space. They laughed and threw her back in again. She sank to her knees and covered her face. The first two vampires grabbed her, pinned her arms, and held her neck up. The third bared his fangs and lowered his face to her neck. Her last thought was to hope her parents would forgive her.
Suddenly the vampire on her right was thrown back away from her. A moment later the one on the left was tossed away in a shower of blood. A thunderous report came from the end of the alley. She looked up, and saw a man standing at the end of the alley holding a huge revolver in his right hand. He fired again, hitting the third vampire in the stomach and stunning him. She sat, dazed, as he reloaded and thrust the revolver into a holster on his leg.
"Come on, girl," he said. "There will be more of them here soon." He picked her up as though she weighed nothing, and set off at a dead run. As they left the alley, she saw the vampires dig themselves out of the garbage in the alley and race after them.
As they turned a corner, they saw a crowd of people ahead of them. The man slowed to a stop and put Belle aside in a door way. He turned to the crowd, who he realized now were a vampire and his ghouls.
"Stand aside!" he yelled. "I must return this girl to her home. Stand aside or I will kill you all!" The vampire laughed.
"You!" he said. "A mere human? Kill a vampire warrior and his faithful minions? Impossible!"
"You are correct," said the man. "If I were a mere human, I could not kill you. However," he said, grinning ferally, "I am not a mere human." With these words he turned his face to the sky and spread his arms. Moonlight bathed every part of him, and he began to change. He grew until he seemed to fill the street with his mass. Hair sprouted on every part of him, and his hands spouted four inch claws. His mouth filled with long, wicked fangs, and his head mutated into that of a monstrous, huge wolf. He still stood on two legs and wore clothes, but he no longer looked remotely human.
"I am Loup-Garou!" he said, in a voice that was so loud and guttural it sounded like a growl. "Puny examples of Nosferartu like yourselves could never hope to defeat one such as I. I am as strong as the moon, and as fast as the wind. Flee, foul beasts!"
The vampire backed away in fear, and then shouted, "We are many and he is one. We can destroy him! ATTACK!!"
The ghouls raced toward the werewolf, claws and fangs bared. He met their charge, bowling two of them over as he hit them. He spun around and plunged his clawed hands into their chests. They convulsed in agony as he closed his fists around their hearts and ripped them out. With a terrifying howl, he raced toward the rest of the ghouls, reaching them in an instant. He leapt forward and closed his massive jaws around a ghoul head, crushing it. Using the ghoul's falling body as leverage, he jumped ten feet to the next one and tore his throat out with his monstrous teeth. Spinning around, he slashed the ghoul's chest open with his claws, ripping out the heart. The other ghouls were too far away to reach by jumping, so he pulled out two massive magnum revolvers and shot them through the heads and hearts. He turned and saw several more ghouls converging on a helplessly screaming Belle. He covered the hundred feet between them in an instant, using long, four-legged leaps. He picked up two ghouls and smashed their heads against the wall in front of him, crushing their skulls. He threw the bodies aside and then slashed the hearts from the last three ghouls and threw them at the master vampire.
"How is this possible?" he said. "No Loup-Garou is this powerful!"
"I am," growled Jean-Paul, and, bringing up his huge revolvers, emptied them into the vampire's face. He quickly reloaded, shoving circular moon-clips into the cylinders, and fired two more rounds into the vampire's heart. The creature crumbled into dust as the bullets tore it's chest apart.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" came a cry from the end of the street. The three vampires that had followed bell originally came hurtling into view, drawing machine pistols from their coats as they came. "Father!" Hurling curses and insults at the werewolf, they fired their weapons at him. He simply stood their, letting them hit him, until the guns were empty. The bullet holes closed as soon as they opened, healing so fast that he barely felt them. The vampires looked at him in terror.
"That was pretty good shooting," he growled. "Now it's my turn." He raised the two S&W .500 magnums and blew the vampires apart. Every shot hit the head or the heart. The three vampires collapsed and crumbled into dust.
The werewolf reloaded his magnums and thrust them into their holsters. Then, as Belle watched, he shrank and collapsed in on him self until he was human-looking once more. He turned to her.
"Go home, girl," he said. "You're safe now." Terrified, she grabbed her purse and ran away, more frightened of this werewolf than she was of the vampires. He shrugged, uncaring, and pulled a radio out of his backpack.
"Jean-Paul Garous to Knights of Charlemagne HQ," he said into the radio. "Mission accomplished. All vampires exterminated. England can sleep peacefully tonight.
Name: Jean-Paul Garous
Species Classification: Ascended Loup-Garou
Height: Human height 1.98 meters, werewolf height 2.38 meters
Weight: Human weight 136.08 kg., werewolf weight 317.51 kg.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Yellow
Age: 359
Group Affiliation: Knights of Charlemagne, French anti-paranormal creature division.
Church affiliation: Independent Christian, not affiliated to any denomination.
Aliases: The Night Stalker, Wolf man, Beast Master.
Training: As a human, Masseur Garous was a member of the French Foreign Legion and fought in more than 50 wars and skirmishes around the world.
Abilities: Jean-Paul Garous is a werewolf of the highest order. He has completely perfected his control over his transformations. He can assume full werewolf form in 15 seconds, at any time of day or night, and can remain in this form as long as he likes. He retains his full mental facilities while transformed and has no change in personality except a profound upswing in aggression. While fully transformed, he has the strength to lift 8000 kg. His sense of smell is 3,000 to 4,000 times more sensitive than a timber wolf, and his hearing is acute enough to detect a mouse running through grass at 100 meters. He can achieve a top running speed of 100 kph, and hold it for 1 hour unaided. His regenerative powers vary from spectacular to almost non- existent. His healing and regenerating, as well as his endurance, are dependant upon the moon. When he is bathed in the light of the full moon, his regeneration tops even Alucard's. Any wounds received heal instantly and cause no damage. When the moon is new, his healing slows to just above human norm. If he is killed while the moon is small, he will be brought to life again when bathed in the full moon's light. His endurance is also dependant on the moon. When the moon is full his endurance is unlimited. When the moon is new his endurance is that of an Olympic level athlete.
Weaponry: Jean-Paul takes advantage of his incredible strength and sensory capabilities by carrying a variety of weapons too powerful for human use. He has a pair of custom mirror-imaged .500 S&W revolvers, which have been further modified to take full-moon clips. He also wields a custom semi-automatic 20mm sniper rifle. He has been known to use other weapons, such a General Electric M-60 "Vulcan" 20mm Gatling gun.
History: Jean-Paul Garous is the last of a long line of werewolves. He was born in the year 1642 on a small French farm. At age 18 his werewolf abilities began to surface. Unlike his predecessors, Jean-Paul reveled in his new-found power and sought to gain full control over it. He joined the Foreign Legion and spent the next two and a half centuries honing his combat and tracking skills. He discovered abilities that his ancestors had only dreamed of, and in doing so became the most powerful werewolf of his line. He joined the Knights of Charlemagne in 1910 after a vampire and his ghoul minions ambushed his foreign legion squad and left him for dead. When the full moon restored him to life he tracked down and killed every one of the vampires, and in doing so found that they presented the ultimate challenge. He immediately sought out more vampires to hunt. The Knights of Charlemagne saw that their goals and his were the same: kill vampires. They contacted him, and he joined them in order to find more challenges and prey. They helped him to further develop his powers and gave him access to heavy weaponry. He has hunted vampires and monsters with them ever since.
Weaknesses: Garous has overcome many of his werewolf weaknesses over the course of time. He is now barely harmed by silver and is unaffected by garlic. Blessed weaponry does not harm him as he is not un-dead. His one psychological weakness is a tendency to be reckless and impulsive.
Closing notes: Garous presents a definite threat to both Hellsing and Division XIII. He possesses power on a level with Alucard and Father Anderson and is backed by a well funded, well connected, well armed organization. He should be approached with extreme caution and should never be provoked. However, he should not be allowed free reign on Protestant territory as his organization is secular and therefore an enemy of Hellsing.
Chapter 1: Contact
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Alucard, Seras, Intregra, Father Anderson, or any other Hellsing character.
Jean-Paul Garou stepped out of the door of his small, rented room and looked through hallway window at the sky. The moon was full and shining almost as bright as day. It was the perfect night for his assignment. He went back into his room and gathered up a large bag of equipment. Closing the door and locking it up, he headed out to the night's work.
* * * *
Belle Chervouz ran through the moonlit streets in terror. She knew better than to walk the streets at this hour on the night of the full moon, but tonight she had been so angry at her parents she hadn't cared. Having left the house after another huge argument over school, she had been the local hang-out with her friends, and had lost track of time. Rushing home, she had noticed a group of tall, pale men following her. Stopping to look behind her, she had seen their fangs glistening in the moonlight. She had never believed the stories her Grandma told about Vampires and Loup-Garou, always dismissing it as old fashioned nonsense.
Now she knew better.
When she had seen the fangs she started running. The men followed along at an easy jog. She could sense that they were playing with her, enjoying her fear. Hurtling along a back alley, she turned a corner and came to a dead end. She frantically looked around for another exit, but all the doors were boarded up in this part of town. She was just about to try climbing the wall when she heard the vampires come running around the corner. She screamed and sank to the ground in terror. When the vampires saw this they laughed heartily.
The vampires hissed in satisfaction and darted the length of the alley. She screamed again and tried to run past them out of the closed space. They laughed and threw her back in again. She sank to her knees and covered her face. The first two vampires grabbed her, pinned her arms, and held her neck up. The third bared his fangs and lowered his face to her neck. Her last thought was to hope her parents would forgive her.
Suddenly the vampire on her right was thrown back away from her. A moment later the one on the left was tossed away in a shower of blood. A thunderous report came from the end of the alley. She looked up, and saw a man standing at the end of the alley holding a huge revolver in his right hand. He fired again, hitting the third vampire in the stomach and stunning him. She sat, dazed, as he reloaded and thrust the revolver into a holster on his leg.
"Come on, girl," he said. "There will be more of them here soon." He picked her up as though she weighed nothing, and set off at a dead run. As they left the alley, she saw the vampires dig themselves out of the garbage in the alley and race after them.
As they turned a corner, they saw a crowd of people ahead of them. The man slowed to a stop and put Belle aside in a door way. He turned to the crowd, who he realized now were a vampire and his ghouls.
"Stand aside!" he yelled. "I must return this girl to her home. Stand aside or I will kill you all!" The vampire laughed.
"You!" he said. "A mere human? Kill a vampire warrior and his faithful minions? Impossible!"
"You are correct," said the man. "If I were a mere human, I could not kill you. However," he said, grinning ferally, "I am not a mere human." With these words he turned his face to the sky and spread his arms. Moonlight bathed every part of him, and he began to change. He grew until he seemed to fill the street with his mass. Hair sprouted on every part of him, and his hands spouted four inch claws. His mouth filled with long, wicked fangs, and his head mutated into that of a monstrous, huge wolf. He still stood on two legs and wore clothes, but he no longer looked remotely human.
"I am Loup-Garou!" he said, in a voice that was so loud and guttural it sounded like a growl. "Puny examples of Nosferartu like yourselves could never hope to defeat one such as I. I am as strong as the moon, and as fast as the wind. Flee, foul beasts!"
The vampire backed away in fear, and then shouted, "We are many and he is one. We can destroy him! ATTACK!!"
The ghouls raced toward the werewolf, claws and fangs bared. He met their charge, bowling two of them over as he hit them. He spun around and plunged his clawed hands into their chests. They convulsed in agony as he closed his fists around their hearts and ripped them out. With a terrifying howl, he raced toward the rest of the ghouls, reaching them in an instant. He leapt forward and closed his massive jaws around a ghoul head, crushing it. Using the ghoul's falling body as leverage, he jumped ten feet to the next one and tore his throat out with his monstrous teeth. Spinning around, he slashed the ghoul's chest open with his claws, ripping out the heart. The other ghouls were too far away to reach by jumping, so he pulled out two massive magnum revolvers and shot them through the heads and hearts. He turned and saw several more ghouls converging on a helplessly screaming Belle. He covered the hundred feet between them in an instant, using long, four-legged leaps. He picked up two ghouls and smashed their heads against the wall in front of him, crushing their skulls. He threw the bodies aside and then slashed the hearts from the last three ghouls and threw them at the master vampire.
"How is this possible?" he said. "No Loup-Garou is this powerful!"
"I am," growled Jean-Paul, and, bringing up his huge revolvers, emptied them into the vampire's face. He quickly reloaded, shoving circular moon-clips into the cylinders, and fired two more rounds into the vampire's heart. The creature crumbled into dust as the bullets tore it's chest apart.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" came a cry from the end of the street. The three vampires that had followed bell originally came hurtling into view, drawing machine pistols from their coats as they came. "Father!" Hurling curses and insults at the werewolf, they fired their weapons at him. He simply stood their, letting them hit him, until the guns were empty. The bullet holes closed as soon as they opened, healing so fast that he barely felt them. The vampires looked at him in terror.
"That was pretty good shooting," he growled. "Now it's my turn." He raised the two S&W .500 magnums and blew the vampires apart. Every shot hit the head or the heart. The three vampires collapsed and crumbled into dust.
The werewolf reloaded his magnums and thrust them into their holsters. Then, as Belle watched, he shrank and collapsed in on him self until he was human-looking once more. He turned to her.
"Go home, girl," he said. "You're safe now." Terrified, she grabbed her purse and ran away, more frightened of this werewolf than she was of the vampires. He shrugged, uncaring, and pulled a radio out of his backpack.
"Jean-Paul Garous to Knights of Charlemagne HQ," he said into the radio. "Mission accomplished. All vampires exterminated. England can sleep peacefully tonight.