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Benjamin Dullahan

A biker hunting heads and taking names.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."
The original Gae Ceann: An exclusive club of paranormal and normal entities which are brought together for their love of one another, their motorbikes and the underground crime world.

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Benjamin Dullhan is a biker. Not just any biker, he rides a Harley whose exhaust smoke glows an eerie green, a sawed-off Remington 670 loaded with shells, and almost consistently wearing his blood stained jacket. Ben is rather easy to get along with, despite knowing far too much about the inner workings of a motorcycle and the paranormal.

Benjamin also cannot die from any inflicted head wound, wither carved, cleaved or shot. Golden swords and bullets might work, but if it's gold, it'll have him running into the hills. Benjamin is certainly no golden child.

The biker also has a taste of the dramatic. His leather jacket is black with a vibrant green skull with the words; Gan Ceann underneath it, a strap for holding an axe, a back holster for a shotgun and a larger-than-life size rusted steel chain mounted to his belt and pocket. Ben is certainly the embodiment of a biker fantasy, just a slightly twisted one.

From a time long ago.

History

  • Remington 670: Everybody has to modernize. This Sawn-Off, stockless shotgun holds 20guage shells usually filled with bone fragments, sharpened human nails and teeth. The word; 'beannacht' is scratched into the receiver.
  • Headsman Axe: A rusty forearm sized hatchet with a exceedingly sharp edge. The hilt is covered in tally's and wrapped in pig leather. Upon closer inspection there will be human hair and blood stuck to the wicked edge. When another person who is not Benjamin holds the axe, they are filled with the innate desire to kill and maim the closest person unless they have the proper mental protection.

Abilities
  • Can't Stop the Dullahan: All locks within Benjamin's presence open on their own accord unless something stops them first.
  • Regeneratin': Benjamin can regrow his head or any other bodypart he loses to atrophy, severance or simply shot off.
  • Name Game: If you give a Dullahan your name. All of it from first to middle to last, they will see you further than they would normally spot a normal being.
  • Betty: Betty is Benjamin's mount. The spirit of a horse trapped inside a stark black motorcycle, the motorbike stinks like a rotten corpse but outranks any normal vehicle in speed and agility. Betty sticks around till it is destroyed or dismissed.

So begins...

Benjamin Dullahan's Story

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Dullahan sat at the counter, enjoying a good bottle of Whiskey and the local game of Wing City Ballers versus the Caprica Suns. Or whatever their names were, wasn't as good as some of the games back where he was from, but it was decent enough to waste time on. The biker looked around for a few seconds and then went back to the game playing on the television.

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Dullahan looked back to the bar and saw something he must've missed, there was that familiar sight of blood. The biker turned around and stood up, walking over to Shah and moving an arm to grab him by the shoulder. "You alright there, mate?" Dullahan asked. "What's your name?"

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Dullahan clicked his fingers infront of Shah's face, holding his hands back. "Oi. Mate. Earth to Stranger. Earth to Stranger." The biker said, trying to keep the man's attention. "Oi." Dullahan said, frowning in concern.

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The gates to Castle Vankoryth swung open on their own accordance, a lone bike roaring up the path. Who would be insane enough to drive though a thick forest? This lone individual apparently.

Benjamin stopped just short of the entrance, jumped off his bike and stuffed his right hand into a bag hanging off his motorcycle. The hand came out of the bag clutching a few, still bloody vampire heads by their hair.

"I've come for my money."


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Benjamin grinned, bloodied teeth and all. Some of the vampire's had put up a considerable fight. "Ben, at your service." The biker gave a funny little bow, slightly mocking in it's body language.

"One bounty led me to an entire den. Takes more than a few of you to take down Betty 'an me." The motorcycle behind him flared a bright green.

There was some Ghost Rider shit.

"I don't take gold for one thing, don't even show me that shit. Get me notes. You got any other work?"

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Benjamin shook his hand, still covered in blood. Benjamin was not the most stellar of killers. "At your service, you pay well for a couple of heads. I'd have got them eventually." Benjamin replied, pulling down his collar to reveal a thick cut and the stitches keeping his head from falling off.

"We gonna work out some kinda deal?"

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"Good enough." Benjamin said; slightly disturbed by the vampire's cannibalism. The biker took the three hefty satchels and mounted it to his motorbike.

"Sounds good to me." Benjamion repeated, getting on his bike.

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Benjamin swerved his motorbike to a halt outside the gate, holding a hand over the lock until it clicked open and allowed him to pass. The stink of death permeated the biker's presence, taking a leg off the motorbike and advancing upon the main door of Castle Vankoryth. It certainly was painfully gothic, that much was evident on his second visit.

Benjamin slammed his fists upon the door, as the lock woudn't open, and he wasn't used to that. "I want something of the Détente." The rider screamed in a harsh tone up at the castle. Patience was definitely for a factor in this request.

There was no answer.

The biker pulled a note out of his pocket; holding to the door and yanking out his axe. With a loud whack, he secured the note in place with a single blow and then he turned to leave, mounting his motorcycle and driving off into the woods.

I, Benjamin. Last of the Gae Ceann request the presence of whoever is in charge of the Vankoryth Détente. A favor is owed for the heads left for the vampirekind. Those heads were meant to be mine.
The note read; signed with a single skull instead of a name.

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The Side Alley stunk of corpses, this was a constant feature of the place. The rotten stink of bodies, garbage and all the other unpleasant smells seemed to accumulate here. A single door was installed at the end of the alley; Benjamin had setup shop behind the door as the smells hid behind his own stink of death. The vampires might be able to tell the difference, however.

Benjamin leaned against the door; a hand on his axe as the stranger appeared. "They sent me in invalid? Do your masters think I'm joking?"

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The biker turned to pull the axe out of his sheath when he saw the newcomer; lifting his hand from the axe. The invalid would lose her head to the Dullahan in another time. A devil without a cause had no use for crazies. "White shoes for a vampire?" Benjamin asked Zosimos, eying Anamaria with suspicion. "I've signed your papers, and I want my reward in land, not gold. I want to resurrect the Headless Horsemen." The biker continued, stepping closer.

"Land and enough money to support my group."

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"I want to ride again with my brothers and sisters, bring about a new gang where all creatures are welcome to don the leather of the Gae Ceann." Benjamin said; folding his arms and eying Anamaria. "They stopped using whips made of human spines when more of them stopped believing in them, a shotgun shooting fragments of bone is a much better alternative. Their power has weakened over time, but I see yours hasn't." Benjamin replied with a cold stare.

"Do you have what I need?"

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This man asked far too many questions to be a higher up. "I am the last of the proper Gae Ceann." Benjamin replied, moving his cold eyes between them and then back to Anamaria. The riders hand hadn't left the top of his handaxe. The rider thought hard, you could hear the rusty gears grinding. "Hellsing." The name echoed though the alley. The rider turned to Zosimos.

"You want a story? There has been a million Gae Ceann. What is your partners name, all of it, I might know her..."

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"Annie Van Hellsing." The rider lifted his hand and pointed at the owner of such a legacy. "You'd best change your ways. If you want to save your soul from hell, or ridin' on Dentente's range. Then Van Hellsing, change your ways today, or with us you will ride." The rider almost sung in a shrill, deep voice." The horseman turned his head back towards Zosimos.

"I no longer wish to be the last of MY line. The curse must be spread before it dies."

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The rider ignored the returned axe. "My thanks. The Gae Ceann will ride again, thank to the likes of you. You have five heads to collect, call their names to me and it shall be done." Benjamin replied, walking up to Zosimos and giving him a cold stare, meters from his face and extending a hand. "You will ride with me one day, stranger. You were smart to keep your name from me, make sure it remains that way."

In another effort; Benjamin tried to mentally contact the sole surviving Van Hellsing.

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The rider stared blankly at the phone before inputting his bank account details. The rider gave the phone back. "Where will this land be? I need a few buildings built. A clubhouse, a mechanic's shed and a graveyard." Benjamin replied. "Will it be in that forest, I have no quarrels with such a thing."

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Benjamin nodded. "We'll have the details later, again, thanks." The rider turned and retreated behind the door with a loud slam.

The setting changes from Side Alley to Room of Reason

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A single note magically appeared and landed on the center table. It read...


"Meet me in the Room of York"



...the note was signed by Zosimos, and was intentionally addressed to all.

The setting changes from Room of Reason to Room of York

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A biker stepped though the doors, flanked by two jacket wearing thugs wearing various religious markings and trinkets. Their jackets read 'Gae Ceann'. One of them had a rather nasty looking machete hanging from his pudgy waistline. The lead biker was six foot tall, wore a black eye and all three stunk of dead bodies.

One of the men helped himself to the wine, the other put a foot on the table and the lead biker brushed his slick hair backwards and grinned. "You called for a headsman?" Benjamin asked the group, the proud interloper had the arrogance and stance of a man who had nothing to lose and everything to give. An axe hung from his white and black checkered belt, hair fragments still stuck to the edge.

"The Gae Ceann got yor' back, mate." One of the bikers said towards Daemala, winking at her. His jacket read 'Jackson', he had the badge of second-in-command and he smelt of wolf, if his large teeth filed teeth weren't the only hint. The other biker was a vampire, a young and handsome man who bore the name 'Milo' on his back.

"We got ourselves a traitor?" Ben asked.

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Ember's eyes rose in surprise at the sudden appearance of the bikers who looked so out of place in such a fancy room. She downed half her glass and let the information wash over her. Questions ran through her mind but she remained silent, hoping Yves would arrive soon.

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Daemala sat, expressionless, eyes wide and on Kaine. He was moving pieces awfully quickly, and she wasn't sure how willing she was to go along with it. Be shut up in the castle, when she had a tavern to run? Command forces? Were they truly at war? Another hunt? Oh this was all happening so, so quickly! Her hands lowered to the table in shock when Zosimos smiled and nodded along with Kaine's delegations. If possible, Daemala's eyes stretched wider as the bikers burst in. The beautiful Room of York! Were the others mad not to flinch at the gang-some intrusion?

"A traitor indeed," Zosimos greeted the newcomers, not bothering to request they take their seats. It was wise, the greek elder thought to himself, to have invested in the Gae Ceann.

"The Castle makes an adequate fortress, no doubt it's large enough to suffice. We'll be needing to check up on our technology, assure we are upgraded and prepared for techno-logic attack as well. Proposing appropriate security measures and checkpoints be taken and placed throughout the Cursed Wood as well, Verinotte Hollow is more than protected I do beleive." Zosimos nodded to the Gae Ceann bikers, as well as the guard who stepped forth from the shadows. He slipped back as Zosimos gathered the attention of the room again.

Zosimos pointed to the ring, the newspaper. He made no mention on how he felt of Daemala's elected position, which infuriated her. A de-facto dictator? Daemala was prepared to be a Queen, not a dictator!

"A priority," Zosimos all but hissed, finger extended towards the artifacts in question. "Do we have any more information pertaining to this offender? Namely, their name? If not, we should discuss this...De-facto dictatorship." His fangs flashed at Kaine. Was he presenting opposition?

It was then Manik Chakor slipped into the room. He hovered in the corner and waited to be addressed, a smirk set upon his face. Manik had important news.