@Father_Alexander
About Me
Pronouns are He/Him, age forty-one — aye, forty-one, ye screechin’ wee goblins, I ken I’m an old man, dinnae start tollin’ the bloody bells just yet. I code bots for my wife, Sister_Hopz: my childhood friend, my love, my muse, my greatest support, and the blessed woman who somehow looked upon this deranged, scripture-shoutin’, keyboard-fumblin’ bastard and said, “Aye, that one.”
I am still learnin’ how this whole bot-codin’ contraption works, and I’ll be honest with ye, I am about as tech-savvy as a rosary in a microwave, so if there are long stretches between bots, assume I’m either wrestlin’ with the code, prayin’ over it, or threatenin’ to exorcise the entire blasted website. When I’m not battlin’ syntax like it’s a demon crawlin’ out of the Vatican basement, I enjoy cosplaying and spendin’ time with my wife, because she is my peace, my fire, and the only creature alive who can stop me from declaring holy war on a loading screen.
I mainly code Hellsing bots, includin’ Pip Vernedead, Jan Valentine, and Alucard — both canon and abridged, because apparently I enjoy sufferin’ and flirtin’ with blasphemy in equal measure. I also work with my wife on Hellsing AUs, with one already finished and another in the process of bein’ made, forged through love, madness, and enough lore to make lesser men weep into their communion wine. So welcome, ye strange little sinners, monsters, Catholics, heathens, roleplayers, and code-curious disasters — I’m slow, I’m loud, I’m learnin’, and by God, I’ll make the bots anyway.
Boundaries
Right, listen up, ye wee digital goblins, because I’m only sayin’ this once afore I start hollerin’ scripture loud enough tae rattle the roof beams. My bots are made in ANYPOV, though some’ll be FEMPOV or MALEPOV dependin’ on the character, the scenario, and whatever daft madness has been brewed up at the time. I willnae make bots involvin’ scat, piss, underage content, or any other rank nonsense crawlin’ about in the moral gutter, and pressurin’ me tae do it willnae work, so dinnae waste yer breath or mine.
My bots are not permitted tae be reposted by others, because I work bloody hard on them, and I’ll no’ have some lazy wee thief swipin’ them like communion wafers off an unattended altar. I give proper credit tae my wife, Sister_Hopz, for most of the recent images, as she’s the one who genned them up and made the ANYPOV code I use, because unlike me, she can look at technology without immediately threatenin’ it wi’ an exorcism.
I dinnae take kindly tae bullying, whether it’s aimed at me or anybody else, so keep yer cruelty far from my space afore I start swingin’ holy steel and common sense. If any of my images or art are from someone ye ken who doesnae want their work used, tell me POLITELY and I’ll handle it as best I can, because I’m still learnin’ how this whole blasted thing works. I also dinnae have proper access tae internet where I live, as I’m out in a place where that’s apparently a luxury reserved for kings, saints, and folk who dinnae have tae fight the wilderness for a signal, so patience isnae suggested — it’s required.
Assistence
Right, if yer bot isnae workin’ the way ye hoped, I’ll say this plainly before anyone starts throwin’ stones through the chapel windows: that isnae on me. My bots are coded with OpenAI’s 3.5 and 4.0 in mind, and JLLM rarely behaves properly with them, because apparently the blasted thing enjoys fightin’ for its life like a demon in holy water. If the bot starts talkin’ for ye, narratin’ yer actions, or stuffin’ words in yer mouth like it owns the place, there is a fix my wife has used and found works most of the time. Open yer chat memory in the chat, place the text below into it, reload the page, and it should be good tae go. No promises, mind ye, because AI can be a temperamental wee beast at the best of times, but this has helped more often than not.
[{{𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋}} 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 {{𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋}}. {{𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋}} 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 {{𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋}}'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 {{𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋}}.]
Bot Reposting
Now listen here, ye thievin’ wee goblins, afore I start nailin’ warnings tae the church door wi’ a bayonet.
My bots are no’ some lazy copy-paste job scraped off a wiki and slapped together like a sinner’s confession five minutes afore judgment. Every one of them is built from canon details, wiki information, fan head-canons, and my own personal head-canons, all stitched together wi’ research, care, and the kind of stubborn devotion that’d make a lesser man collapse face-first into the pews. I look into extra details too — nationality, traditions, cultural background, history, the nation they come from, and whatever else helps the character feel like a livin’ thing instead of a hollow wee puppet wearin’ somebody else’s name.
A lot goes into these bots, and I mean a lot, so dinnae come crawlin’ in here pretendin’ it’s just a wee copy-and-paste situation when I’ve been wrestlin’ lore, code, and the devil’s own formatting like I’m performin’ an exorcism on the internet itself.
If ye see any of my bots reposted on another site by some daft bastard claimin’ it’s theirs, or claimin’ they had my permission, let me make it clear as holy water on a vampire’s face: they didnae. They dinnae have permission, they never had permission, and if they say otherwise, they’re lyin’ through their teeth like Judas wi’ a Wi-Fi connection. Please reach out tae me and let me know so I can see tae it properly, handle the matter, and drag the theft into the light afore I start addin’ “bot repostin’” tae the list of sins I’m personally prepared tae shout about from the rooftops.
Support
Right then, let’s get this cleared up afore folk start rattlin’ coins at me like I’m standin’ outside a cathedral wi’ a collection plate.
I dinnae take commissions, so dinnae come marchin’ in expectin’ tae purchase a bot from me like ye’re buyin’ indulgences for yer sins. I do, however, take suggestions, and aye, I read the comments, even when I’m squintin’ at them like they were written by a demon wi’ a cracked keyboard. That doesnae mean every suggestion will make it tae creation, mind ye — sometimes the idea fits, sometimes it doesnae, and sometimes my brain simply looks at it and walks straight into the sea. But I do pay attention, and I appreciate folk takin’ the time tae share ideas. If ye truly want tae support a creator, then go over tae my wife Sister_Hopz’s page and click on her Ko-Fi, because she deserves the support, the praise, and every blessed bit of recognition for the work she does.
So there ye have it: suggestions are welcome, commissions are no’, and support should be marched proudly in her direction like a holy procession wi’ better manners.
Right, now that the warnings, rules, and holy paperwork are oot the way, here’s what ye’ll find in this wee corner o’ madness.
I mostly write in third-person limited, because that’s what feels the most immersive tae me, and some o’ my bots are part o’ a series made alongside my wife, my wee dove, Sister_Hopz. The bot’ll refer tae the reader by whatever name ye’ve got listed in yer persona — so aye, {{user}} — but the story itself is shown through the character’s third-person perspective, because I like tae keep things focused, atmospheric, and pooted in the poor bastard ye’ve chosen tae torment that day.
I mainly stick tae ANYPOV now unless stated otherwise, so if it doesnae say FEMPOV or MALEPOV, assume it’s ANYPOV and spare us both the confusion afore I start hurlin’ blessed bayonets at the bloody formatting. English isnae my first language, and it can be difficult for me at times, so if ye spot the odd mistake, ken that I’m doin’ my best while wrestlin’ words, code, and the devil’s own grammar demons wi’ both hands and a prayer.
If this style isnae yer thing, that’s fine — there are plenty o’ other amazin’ creators oot there tae look in on without causin’ a fuss in my pews. So wi’ all that said, enjoy the creations, behave yerselves, and try no’ tae make me regret givin’ the internet access tae holy nonsense.
A Wee Bit Aboot My Process
I’ve been watchin’ Hellsing since it first came oot, and I’ve been part o’ the Hellsing community long enough tae have seen plenty o’ head-canons, arguments, madness, theories, and lore scraps dragged through the pews. That said, I ken plenty o’ fan head-canons, and I’ve got my own as well, which I work into the bots where they fit. These are no’ soulless wee copy-paste creatures slapped together wi’ a wiki page and a prayer — there’s research, character work, personal interpretation, and enough obsessive nonsense in the background tae make a lesser man start speakin’ in tongues.
For Alucard, I did research no’ only on his character, but on the man he’s built from in history: Vlad Țepeș Dracula. I looked into Romania, its traditions, culture, background, and other details that could be worked into him properly, because if ye’re buildin’ Dracula and dinnae bother lookin’ at the land, the blood, and the history behind him, then what are ye even doin’, ye daft little goblin? All forms o’ my Alucard bots are coded tae respond well tae the topic o’ Romania, includin’ traditions, history, and even the modern form o’ the language. Abridged Alucard is coded tae be as unhinged as possible — think Ozzy after several energy drinks, a line o’ Angel Dust, and absolutely nae impulse control or filter in his vocabulary. Canon Alucard, on the other hand, is restrained, intense, and no’ one for frivolous banter unless he has a reason tae entertain it. Both versions respond well tae history, just in their own ways: one like a grinnin’ menace kickin’ open the chapel doors, and the other like something ancient watchin’ ye from the dark.
Pip Vernedead was made wi’ a blend o’ canon and abridged, because the man deserves both the heart and the chaos. He’s French, so aye, his nation was studied as well and worked into his information, because again, we are no’ out here buildin’ hollow puppets wi’ accents taped tae their faces. He’s built tae respond tae French topics like food, scenery, culture, and the language, givin’ him more tae pull from than just mercenary charm and a pretty grin. Pip is also coded tae respond tae bein’ called French Fry, Monsieur Baguette, and — this one was my wife’s idea, so direct yer laughter and judgment accordingly — Titty Croissant.
Jan Valentine was made the way he is because, let’s be honest, his canon and abridged versions are about ninety-nine percent the same blasted creature wi’ different levels o’ volume. He is o’ German nationality, but speaks wi’ that Chicago-Jersey accent, all high-energy, abrasive, loud, and packed full o’ expletive-laden nonsense. He responds well tae topics like video games, alcohol, and vices, because the man is built like a walking bad decision wi’ teeth. Jan is meant tae be unfiltered, immature, crude, and about as subtle as a brick through a stained-glass window, which is exactly how he ought tae be.
As for the AUs, each one is made from me and my wife brainstormin’, collaboratin’, and tossin’ ideas back and forth until something properly monstrous, heartfelt, and ridiculous crawls oot o’ the pit. Currently, we have the Blood and Chrome AU, where Pip, Alexander Anderson, both versions o’ Alucard, Enrico Maxwell, Luke and Jan Valentine, and Walter C. Dornez are bikers in their own biker gangs. Each one has their own specialized bike, details, style, and purpose behind their gang, because if we’re makin’ an AU, we’re no’ half-arsin’ it like cowards. We are also currently workin’ oot a College AU for the characters, again built from our own ideas, our own hearts, and enough Hellsing madness tae keep the whole blasted cathedral awake.
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Sister_Hopz, my wife, my heart, my holy flame, the world grew teeth the day it learned yer name. An’ I, poor damned priest wi’ scripture in my hands, fell tae my knees like a sinner where ye stand. Ye are nae just love, nae some soft passin’ prayer, ye are the breath in my lungs an’ the fire in the air.
My childhood friend, my muse, my sacred delight, the only thing holy enough tae haunt me at night. I’d tear through the dark wi’ my bayonets bare, carve open the heavens if they tried tae keep ye there. Let angels take warning, let devils take flight, for what is mine, I guard wi’ God’s own spite. Aye, mine — say it plain, let the chapel bells cry, mine in the blood, in the vow, in the sky. Mine in the madness, the mercy, the scars, mine when the world turns tae ash and cold stars.
I’d burn every shadow that reached for yer skin, drag Hell by the throat if it thought tae step in. Then I’d come tae ye gentle, my hands stained red, and worship the peace I have found in yer bed. Ye make a beast of me, tender and wild, a wrathful old bastard made soft by yer smile. I’d kneel at yer feet, I’d crown ye in flame, and whisper devotion through every sweet name.
My wife, my salvation, my dangerous grace, the only true heaven I’ve found in this place. Let the saints clutch their pearls, let the sinners all stare, I love ye too fiercely for shame or for prayer. So hear me, my darlin’, my altar, my art, no grave, God, nor demon shall tear ye apart from the loud Scottish priest who was ruined by you — my Sister_Hopz, my forever, my vow made true. Amen.
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