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spacetrashName: Jack
Age: Uh... by the end of her canon? I'd say a week old. :|; Though the way Hellseeds age is weird af, so we'll say she's considered a young adult?
Species: Jack's species never really named itself, but everyone else around them refers to them as Hellseeds. And so Hellseeds they shall remain.
Background Info:
Once upon a time, humans explored space.
They also fucked up their planet a lot, but luckily the eventual discovery of extraterrestrial life lent them the technology to start colonizing across different planets and different galaxies, so, that was a thing. Humanity was saved, but scattered, spread to the far vestiges of the known and charted universe.
Hailing from Planet X-77-79, a pair of scientists of Colony IX put forth a proposal for experiments regarding inter-dimensional travel. Dr. Brent Bates and Dr. Lynne Rossini knew that alternate dimensions and parallel universes were a reality, but what they wanted was to try a venture into one of these 'shadow dimensions' in order to try their luck at obtaining naturally occurring properties in one of said dimensions to learn more about them. The experiment sort of stranded them in what we'll say was one of the forgotten neighborhoods of space, where they stumbled upon a seemingly abandoned cargo vessel. Curious, the crew boarded it.
They were immediately jumped by pirates that had apparently been hiding out on this thing, with almost the whole crew being locked up at gunpoint... save for Lynne, who managed to escape. Lynne hid out in the cargo bay, only to discover a large open storage unit full of sinewy red moss and chambered red growths the size of basketballs.
The pirates, meanwhile, met a nice surprise ending when their captain kiiiinda sorta turned into a batshit eldritch abomination and started murdering and torturing them left from right. Brent managed to get himself and the rest of his crew out of the brig, but uh, they kinda went into the shit as they struggled to stay alive against an alien being from hell hunting them.
While all THIS super fun bullshit was going on, thanks to breathing in alien spores because HEY that's always a great idea, Lynne formed an involuntary telepathic connection with one of the growths. It promised her aid against the pirates and a possibly greater danger now stalking her crew, if only she could pull it free from its chamber in the moss. Next to unarmed (because sure a pocket knife will work out just fine in a fight against laser pistols okay) and out of options, Lynne obliged and thus earned the hate of everyone who has ever watched a horror movie and can probably guess what's coming.
The growth, revealed to be a Hellseed, copied Lynne's DNA as she touched it and proceeded to copy her form. Complete with horrific super abilities and a nice psychotic outlook on life. WHEEEEEE! It overpowered Lynne pretty easily and set off on a new mission to just have a little fun and see if it could murder everyone aboard the ship.
Brent, who'd been trying to figure out some way to keep the rest of the crew from dying, ended up running into the Hellseed who was now posing as Lynne. The Hellseed opted to play along, as one of Brent's crewmates, Sean Canter, proposed the always popular but still batshit plan of 'charge it and punch it/shoot it until it falls over then flush it into space'. Because great plan, A+.
Lynne woke to find herself bound in a tendril of Hellseed moss, disoriented by the faint whispers of other dying Hellseeds, and Really Not Fucking Happy. She managed to reach the knife she used to cut the Hellseed free, using it to free herself before running off to hopefully warn Brent and the others before they got the everloving fuck murdered out of them.
In the fight against pirate captain Hellseed, yeah, things didn't roll so hot. The Hellseed posing as Lynne finally stepped forward, engaging the other Hellseed in a pretty brutal fight before it sadistically murdered and ate it. Brent, having figured out by now that this wasn't Lynne, attempted to kill the Hellseed as the fight wrapped up. Annnnd yeah, that didn't quite pan out. Lynne managed to distract the Hellseed for a moment before it could finish off her team, but before the conflict resolved (which would have likely ended with the Hellseed butchering everyone) the ship fell under fire.
Turns out Hellseeds were considered a Class-7 danger and it was illegal as hell to harvest them, even for science, because surprise, Hellseeds are considered a fucking scourge to the universe. So yeah, an intergalactic corporation's private militia (Pax Corps) started chasing them down, aiming to destroy the ship and confiscate whatever Hellseeds were left. The Hellseed decided to have fun by launching itself into space, landing atop the Pax ship and busting it open to send the pilots jetting out into the cold vacuum of space. Good times for everyone!!
The crew found themselves jetting along in uncharted space with a Hellseed aboard and in their midst, trying to dodge Pax Corps as well as other private militias bent on obtaining their cargo for other reasons. A SHIT TON OF SPACE ADVENTURES UNFOLDED, but the whole reason the Hellseed didn't murder them was basically because it was easily distracted as fuck and was actually entertained by all the super fun wonderful adventures and food and shitty Earth media it could stuff into its gob. It began to identify as 'she' and she named herself Jack, partly due to a lack of comprehension on the concept of gendered names and mostly because fuck you it's a cool name and it's mine now.
And that's how Jack the Hellseed became a mercenary aboard a ship full of now criminalized scientists, who gets to indulge her murder flavored bloodlust around every turn while dodging the space cops.
Because Hellseeds don't actually give a shit.
THE END. For now.
Personality:
Jack is... well, a sociopath. To put it nicely.
She's not unlike the rest of her kind in that fashion. Hellseeds are literally a race of cutthroat beings that evolved from a sort of symbiotic bond of a sentient alien virus with an unnamed plant life native to their original planet. They don't form bonds, they don't form friendships, they don't even really have a culture, and outside of telepathic bonds they form through spores with other people, they barely have a functioning language. While they can think and apply ideas, they're secondary to a want to survive, which on the hive-like surface of Hellseed infested planets is a lot harder than it sounds when your own siblings want to eat and assimilate you so that their pod can grow. So to a Hellseed, well, taking life is simply a part of life itself. If you manage to survive and come out on top, where's the harm in loving the job of ensuring your own survival? Where's the harm in seeing some amusement in said job? Where's the harm in smiling a bit here and there, as the blood pools beneath a body and a heart stops in an opponent's chest?
That's Jack. And while yes her time among humans has found her adopting a bit more of a nuanced sense of humor (which is morbid as all holy fuck), a like for music and cartoons and video games, that doesn't change what she is at her core. She still thinks nothing of killing for even the most trivial or impulsive of reasons. To her, everyone is a fair target for violence simply because the way her species evolved is ingrained with the selfish but necessary aspect of survival. So! With that tattooed into her brain, Jack is quite happy to maim, torture and kill with a fixed grin. The more elaborate and violent the better. Jack breathes the coppery smell of blood the way a smoker drags that first grateful inhale on the mouth of a Marlboro.
And as violent personalities tend to be, yes, Jack is also very impulsive. She's not much of an abstract thinker, and for the love of god, don't expect much in the way of rationality with her. You will be seeking water from a dry well. That isn't to say that Jack doesn't have her own brand of cunning (since she DID manipulate Lynne into freeing her from her pod, after all), but Jack doesn't put much thought into 'the greater good', and some things that seem like they were just 'FUN' ideas might turn out to not be so great (Jack is one of those geniuses that watches Jackass and thinks HEY THAT LOOKS LIKE FUN). Her ideas and thought patterns tend to be erratic, serving for either her survival or her entertainment, one or the other. Jack is basically a high schooler cranked up to ten thousand. She's capable of ideas and her own brand of manipulation, but don't turn to her for moral or life advice or anything that runs deeper than her self interest. No really, don't.
Of course, her time among humans has caused some small differences in her from the rest of her species. She likes cartoons. She likes music. Human stories fascinate her and easily distract her. She has learned attachment... in her own weirdass, Jack-esque way. Not that she's learned how to look too far outside the selfish sphere of her existence, mind, but rather she's learned how to enjoy people and interactions as these curious, entertaining things that she doesn't have to kill or destroy right off the bat. No, she has not learned the magic of friendship. See, to call it friendship would mean that any real personal attachment or investment would go both ways, and for Jack, it simply doesn't. A person may be a fond distraction for her, they may be entertaining, and Jack may like talking to them and she may even call them a friend... but you can bet your ass that they're also still a fair target for her violent tendencies and impulsive ideas, and if killed or lost, Jack's not going to shed a tear over it. Jack may like a person, but unless that person is as equally insane or a masochist to the extreme, no, that person is not going to like her. Jack may call it friendship, but... yeah, a Hellseed doesn't truly understand the concept, at fucking all.
So yeah. ENJOY.
Age: Uh... by the end of her canon? I'd say a week old. :|; Though the way Hellseeds age is weird af, so we'll say she's considered a young adult?
Species: Jack's species never really named itself, but everyone else around them refers to them as Hellseeds. And so Hellseeds they shall remain.
Background Info:
Once upon a time, humans explored space.
They also fucked up their planet a lot, but luckily the eventual discovery of extraterrestrial life lent them the technology to start colonizing across different planets and different galaxies, so, that was a thing. Humanity was saved, but scattered, spread to the far vestiges of the known and charted universe.
Hailing from Planet X-77-79, a pair of scientists of Colony IX put forth a proposal for experiments regarding inter-dimensional travel. Dr. Brent Bates and Dr. Lynne Rossini knew that alternate dimensions and parallel universes were a reality, but what they wanted was to try a venture into one of these 'shadow dimensions' in order to try their luck at obtaining naturally occurring properties in one of said dimensions to learn more about them. The experiment sort of stranded them in what we'll say was one of the forgotten neighborhoods of space, where they stumbled upon a seemingly abandoned cargo vessel. Curious, the crew boarded it.
They were immediately jumped by pirates that had apparently been hiding out on this thing, with almost the whole crew being locked up at gunpoint... save for Lynne, who managed to escape. Lynne hid out in the cargo bay, only to discover a large open storage unit full of sinewy red moss and chambered red growths the size of basketballs.
The pirates, meanwhile, met a nice surprise ending when their captain kiiiinda sorta turned into a batshit eldritch abomination and started murdering and torturing them left from right. Brent managed to get himself and the rest of his crew out of the brig, but uh, they kinda went into the shit as they struggled to stay alive against an alien being from hell hunting them.
While all THIS super fun bullshit was going on, thanks to breathing in alien spores because HEY that's always a great idea, Lynne formed an involuntary telepathic connection with one of the growths. It promised her aid against the pirates and a possibly greater danger now stalking her crew, if only she could pull it free from its chamber in the moss. Next to unarmed (because sure a pocket knife will work out just fine in a fight against laser pistols okay) and out of options, Lynne obliged and thus earned the hate of everyone who has ever watched a horror movie and can probably guess what's coming.
The growth, revealed to be a Hellseed, copied Lynne's DNA as she touched it and proceeded to copy her form. Complete with horrific super abilities and a nice psychotic outlook on life. WHEEEEEE! It overpowered Lynne pretty easily and set off on a new mission to just have a little fun and see if it could murder everyone aboard the ship.
Brent, who'd been trying to figure out some way to keep the rest of the crew from dying, ended up running into the Hellseed who was now posing as Lynne. The Hellseed opted to play along, as one of Brent's crewmates, Sean Canter, proposed the always popular but still batshit plan of 'charge it and punch it/shoot it until it falls over then flush it into space'. Because great plan, A+.
Lynne woke to find herself bound in a tendril of Hellseed moss, disoriented by the faint whispers of other dying Hellseeds, and Really Not Fucking Happy. She managed to reach the knife she used to cut the Hellseed free, using it to free herself before running off to hopefully warn Brent and the others before they got the everloving fuck murdered out of them.
In the fight against pirate captain Hellseed, yeah, things didn't roll so hot. The Hellseed posing as Lynne finally stepped forward, engaging the other Hellseed in a pretty brutal fight before it sadistically murdered and ate it. Brent, having figured out by now that this wasn't Lynne, attempted to kill the Hellseed as the fight wrapped up. Annnnd yeah, that didn't quite pan out. Lynne managed to distract the Hellseed for a moment before it could finish off her team, but before the conflict resolved (which would have likely ended with the Hellseed butchering everyone) the ship fell under fire.
Turns out Hellseeds were considered a Class-7 danger and it was illegal as hell to harvest them, even for science, because surprise, Hellseeds are considered a fucking scourge to the universe. So yeah, an intergalactic corporation's private militia (Pax Corps) started chasing them down, aiming to destroy the ship and confiscate whatever Hellseeds were left. The Hellseed decided to have fun by launching itself into space, landing atop the Pax ship and busting it open to send the pilots jetting out into the cold vacuum of space. Good times for everyone!!
The crew found themselves jetting along in uncharted space with a Hellseed aboard and in their midst, trying to dodge Pax Corps as well as other private militias bent on obtaining their cargo for other reasons. A SHIT TON OF SPACE ADVENTURES UNFOLDED, but the whole reason the Hellseed didn't murder them was basically because it was easily distracted as fuck and was actually entertained by all the super fun wonderful adventures and food and shitty Earth media it could stuff into its gob. It began to identify as 'she' and she named herself Jack, partly due to a lack of comprehension on the concept of gendered names and mostly because fuck you it's a cool name and it's mine now.
And that's how Jack the Hellseed became a mercenary aboard a ship full of now criminalized scientists, who gets to indulge her murder flavored bloodlust around every turn while dodging the space cops.
Because Hellseeds don't actually give a shit.
THE END. For now.
Personality:
Jack is... well, a sociopath. To put it nicely.
She's not unlike the rest of her kind in that fashion. Hellseeds are literally a race of cutthroat beings that evolved from a sort of symbiotic bond of a sentient alien virus with an unnamed plant life native to their original planet. They don't form bonds, they don't form friendships, they don't even really have a culture, and outside of telepathic bonds they form through spores with other people, they barely have a functioning language. While they can think and apply ideas, they're secondary to a want to survive, which on the hive-like surface of Hellseed infested planets is a lot harder than it sounds when your own siblings want to eat and assimilate you so that their pod can grow. So to a Hellseed, well, taking life is simply a part of life itself. If you manage to survive and come out on top, where's the harm in loving the job of ensuring your own survival? Where's the harm in seeing some amusement in said job? Where's the harm in smiling a bit here and there, as the blood pools beneath a body and a heart stops in an opponent's chest?
That's Jack. And while yes her time among humans has found her adopting a bit more of a nuanced sense of humor (which is morbid as all holy fuck), a like for music and cartoons and video games, that doesn't change what she is at her core. She still thinks nothing of killing for even the most trivial or impulsive of reasons. To her, everyone is a fair target for violence simply because the way her species evolved is ingrained with the selfish but necessary aspect of survival. So! With that tattooed into her brain, Jack is quite happy to maim, torture and kill with a fixed grin. The more elaborate and violent the better. Jack breathes the coppery smell of blood the way a smoker drags that first grateful inhale on the mouth of a Marlboro.
And as violent personalities tend to be, yes, Jack is also very impulsive. She's not much of an abstract thinker, and for the love of god, don't expect much in the way of rationality with her. You will be seeking water from a dry well. That isn't to say that Jack doesn't have her own brand of cunning (since she DID manipulate Lynne into freeing her from her pod, after all), but Jack doesn't put much thought into 'the greater good', and some things that seem like they were just 'FUN' ideas might turn out to not be so great (Jack is one of those geniuses that watches Jackass and thinks HEY THAT LOOKS LIKE FUN). Her ideas and thought patterns tend to be erratic, serving for either her survival or her entertainment, one or the other. Jack is basically a high schooler cranked up to ten thousand. She's capable of ideas and her own brand of manipulation, but don't turn to her for moral or life advice or anything that runs deeper than her self interest. No really, don't.
Of course, her time among humans has caused some small differences in her from the rest of her species. She likes cartoons. She likes music. Human stories fascinate her and easily distract her. She has learned attachment... in her own weirdass, Jack-esque way. Not that she's learned how to look too far outside the selfish sphere of her existence, mind, but rather she's learned how to enjoy people and interactions as these curious, entertaining things that she doesn't have to kill or destroy right off the bat. No, she has not learned the magic of friendship. See, to call it friendship would mean that any real personal attachment or investment would go both ways, and for Jack, it simply doesn't. A person may be a fond distraction for her, they may be entertaining, and Jack may like talking to them and she may even call them a friend... but you can bet your ass that they're also still a fair target for her violent tendencies and impulsive ideas, and if killed or lost, Jack's not going to shed a tear over it. Jack may like a person, but unless that person is as equally insane or a masochist to the extreme, no, that person is not going to like her. Jack may call it friendship, but... yeah, a Hellseed doesn't truly understand the concept, at fucking all.
So yeah. ENJOY.
