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Brendan O'Callaghan

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

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Citizens of the country of Iveria

Description

Name: Brendan O’Callaghan
Nickname: Bren
Age: 31

Brendan is a werewolf, originally from Iveria but now resides in Lutetia City as a member of the Bloodstone Pack along with his brother and close companion Desmond.

A mellow man, he’s often one to offer guidance and has a knack for turning conversations metaphysical after a good few drinks. Patient, peaceful and full of light-hearted humour, Bren is rarely involved in confrontation and is usually the diffuser of conflicts. He shares a close bond with his brother, and as the elder, feels responsible for their wellbeing. His protective nature rarely clouds his perception, even in times of chaos; Bren has a knack for keeping a rational head. He finds himself needing to do so more often in the company of Baron’s pack, compared to his family back in Iveria, where tensions were much lower and fighting less regular. However, he respects their traditions.

He and his brother share many interests and value similar qualities. Adventurous spirits with loyalty burning in their hearts, lovers of life and most things that come with it.

So begins...

Brendan O'Callaghan's Story

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#, as written by Tiko
Desmond pulled up alongside one of the back roads on the outskirts of Lupaix before turning the engine to his car off. His brother, Brendan, was seated in the passenger seat of the car, and the pair of them where supposed to be searching the east side of the Phantom Quarter today. Ivan and Jean-Pierre had been working through the west side.

It was only a short walk from where he had parked to the Phantom Quarter, and one could already smell its putrid stench on the hot summer day. It was humid, which always made it worse, and the smell clung to everything. He certainly didn't want to be trying to wash the stench out of his car for a month.

He threw his shoulder into the side-door as he tugged at the handle, and it took a try or two to get it to swing open.

Most of the car was a bit of a rust bucket with blue chipped paint, and numerous dents. It still ran reasonably well though, and Desmond was fond enough of it to have not replaced it.

"Well, 'ere we are," he said as he withdrew a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

Once he had one lit up, he leaned against the side of the car. If they were going to be traipsing all over the Phantom Quarter all day, he was going to enjoy his cigarette first.

Brendan wrinkled his nose in reply.

"Stinks like shitty water" he said eloquently as he joined his brother and propped himself up against the car. It didn't take too kindly to the added weight.

"Didn't think to pack me rain boots. Don't want none of that mess creepin' into me socks." His complaints weren't really holding any meaning; honestly, he wanted to get to the bottom of this recent hell too.

"We wolfin' it or walking?"

"Can't track worth a damn out 'ere anyways, so might as well walk it so we can question folks," Desmond answered.

The stench of the Phantom Quarter and the frequent flooding made it notoriously difficult to track much of anything. More subtle odors where all but masked.

Once he finished his cigarette he dropped the butt of it onto the ground and ground it out.

"Guess we better get started," Desmond said.

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Soon after they’d started searching, Brendan was glad of their decision. This place was bad enough to deal with without heightened senses. His boots were soon caked in a layer of questionable dark sludge. Eventually, even his jokes of the strange objects they found littered about died off after they’d passed their first water-logged corpse.

They were trudging through hollowed out houses. Rows of dilapidated things with only a few signs to tell that they were once inhabited left. A peeling strip of wallpaper here, moulded armchair there. And Brendan was holding onto the strange feeling that they were being watched. If they were, his eyes weren't sharing any evidence. He couldn't help but muse with some sheepishness on how fitting ‘The Phantom Quarter’ was as the name of this awful place.

Watched they were, but not by any phantom. The rooftops - or in the case of some of the more decrepit buildings, wall-tops - above the pair of werewolves were playing host to a small figure, stalking alongside them. Seri had been following the pair for a while, since not long after they'd entered the slums. The raggedy-looking teen's footfalls were light as a feather. He was well practiced in evading even the heightened senses of wolves with the aid of the Phantom Quarter's somewhat ... pervasive odor.

But simply avoiding notice wasn't his intent today. He'd quickly pegged the pair as members of the nearby Bloodstone pack. The pack had been sniffing around the area for the last week or so, and it wasn't the first time he'd followed along after a pair. It was obvious from the conversations he'd overheard that they were looking for Arman.

And today, he'd resolved to give them a helping hand. As the two werewolves rounded a corner, Seri dropped down from the roof of the building on the end of the street, landing on the fire-escape with a loud enough bump to draw their attention.

"Hello, doggies." he called down, leaning onto the railing and flashing a grin at them.

Desmond had just been about to suggest they call it a day when the werecat landed somewhere up above them.

They had been at the search for a few hours, and not a one of the squatters they had come across claimed to know anything about any werewolves living out here. Maybe there were none.

"'ey up there, 'ave a minute?" he called up.

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#, as written by Tiko
For someone to approach the two - apparently knowing full well that they were werewolves – suggested to Brendan that this figure on the railings was worth their time. No doubt the creature had been following them too. The somewhat impressed look in his eyes was unnoticeable by the squinting he was doing as he tried to see better.

“Just a few questions, ain’t gon’ hurt you.” As he finished his sentence, he came to a quick conclusion that this individual knew that. Or, they thought they could get away if things didn’t go in their favour.

"I'll keep my distance if it's all the same to you." Seri replied, though he did slip over the railing and descend a few flights to a more reasonable height to communicate from. He perched on the rails, letting his bare feet dangle down. For someone from the Phantom Quarter, the teenager was surprisingly clean. That, combined with his feral gold eyes, made it clear there was something more to him than just another squatter.

"Looking for something, hm?"

Brendan rearranged his standing position into something a little more relaxed, feet apart, thumbs looped into his belt. He leant back a small amount too for more comfortable viewing. He regarded this person; his appearance, his demeanor with eager interest.

“We were just takin’ a look ‘round here. Ain’t the nicest of dwellings, if you’ll pardon me. Was wonderin’ what kind o' folks made this place their home. You don’t seem the usual sort, anyway.” Brendan cocked his head some. “There more like you?”

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#, as written by Tiko
Seri smirked. "No, actually. I'm fairly... unique." he replied, leaning forwards dangerously over the edge, hanging onto the railing. "So, what're these questions you've got?" he asked with mock curiosity. He knew why they were here. But they had to go through the motions.

"'av you 'ad any werewolf trouble out this way? Or anythin' out of the ordinary?" Desmond asked. "An' you sure you don't want to come down?" He was getting a crick in his neck from craning it to look up at Seri.

"Well, I have noticed an awful lot of you wandering around here lately," Seri teased, "Sniffing around, like you buried a bone somewhere but can't find the hole." He flashed another grin with a glint in his eye.

Brendan liked him. Unique he sure was.
This youth did not seem the clueless type, so he just decided to spit out the rest, the reason.

“Sure you’ve ‘eard of all the trouble happening down in Vargeras. Killin’s, maulin’s - plain nastiness. A lot of. Looks like werewolves. We’re tryna’ get to the bottom of, put a stop to it. Any things like that happenin’ ‘round here? Anythin’ you can tell us would be great.”

"There we are. And here I thought we were going to pretend I hadn't been following you lot around for the last week." Seri said, laughing. "I know what you're looking for. And I know exactly who you're looking for, too." He smiled wickedly, "But before I tell you anything, I need some assurances."

"Assurances?" Desmond asked up at him.

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#, as written by Tiko
"That the fallout from bringing our resident psychopath down isn't going to cause any problems for me, or my pack." Seri replied. "His little killing spree has nothing to do with us. We want him gone just as much as you, before he gets this entire place burned to the ground by the church." There was venom in the teenager's words. Clearly, this was personal.

Psychopath. Killing spree. It sounded bad and promising at the same time.
There was something else Brendan sought to address first, though.

“A pack? A werewolf pack lives here?” he didn’t quite manage to tone down the pity that rang clear in his voice.

"Yeah, it does." Seri replied sharply, with an edge of defiant pride in his voice. For all his aloof attitude, the Runts were his family. They might not look like much compared to the Bloodstone Pack, but they were what he had.

"If your pack didn't 'ave anythin' to do wi' the recent attacks, then you don't 'ave anythin' to be afraid of. You 'ave our word," Desmond reassured Seri. "We just don't want more people gettin' 'hurt, or killed. Like that lad over in Lupaix. Maybe you can get us a meetin' wi' your pack leader?" he asked.

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#, as written by Lialore
"I suppose I can do that." Seri replied, rolling his shoulders with a thoughtful expression, "His name is Arman. Long hair, beard, built big, but short. Or on a bad day, seven foot and ugly as a troll, with a weird hybrid face." He wrinkled his nose.

He didn't want to lead these guys to where Cass had gone to ground. He might have been willing to set them on Arman's trail, but he didn't fully trust them. "I'll bring my pack leader to you, not the other way around." he decided. "Wait near the old warehouse a few blocks that way, and I'll be back with her within a half hour." he pointed off down the road towards the abandoned warehouse that the Runts had called home until a week ago, "If you're lucky, we might even find him there, looking for trouble."

Brendan was finding it hard to believe their luck. This stranger had told them what they initially wanted to know and more. A trap? By the sounds of it, this pack that was living out here wanted rid of this psychopathic troublemaker, as would the Bloodtones. A common interest, a promise of more information, an opportunity.

The O’Callaghan brothers could handle themselves. He glanced sideways at Desmond then looked back to the werecat appreciatively. Worth a shot.

“We can do that.”

The setting changes from The Phantom Quarter to Abandoned Warehouse

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#, as written by Lialore
Cass had hoped they weren’t easy to find. But this was Seri. Quick-witted, slithery, sly Seri. He looked well; she couldn’t help noticing with a flash of pride.

They’d been hiding out on the upper floors of a derelict apartment complex, sat in shadows, hunched in their human forms. The first few days hadn’t been so bad, but now the life seemed completely drained of Cass’s band. Her time was split cripplingly between scavenging and caring, and even with the help of Michel - who hadn’t lasted three days on his own and who had come to offer his help – there wasn’t enough food or affection to go around. Malnourishment had taken a hold of this group, even their complaints of being hungry and cold had begun to die off.

She’d been livid at first, devastated by betrayal, but she didn’t have the energy to protest for long. The pack that was poking around hadn’t passed unnoticed by her. And she was sure Arman was on her tail too.

Seri had convinced her, of course he had.

Desperation had her reconsidering everything.
Hand yourself in. Seek help. Hated but not hungry. Unloved but warm.
Leave them. Let nature take its course. You’ve ruined them.
Find him. Get him.
Kill yourself.
No, wait. Wait the full fortnight.
Bad decisions…


Cass couldn’t figure the way out. So she’d followed Seri to what could either be their salvation or doom, leaving Michel in charge.

It was the pack leader they’d asked to speak with but Cass couldn’t muster any of the expected qualities of such a figure as she approached the warehouse. She was ragged, dressed in something so big and dirty that it functioned well as a disgusting smock dress, with bare feet and skinny legs propping her up. She probably looked a lot younger than she was.

Cass shot Seri an uncertain look, wanting to siphon some of his vigour.

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#, as written by Tiko
The abandoned warehouse was as much in disrepair as the rest of the phantom quarter. The front of the building was laid open by a sizable hole in the wall, and multiple holes riddled its roof. Inside, old shipping containers and crates were stacked around the place, but the majority of the cavernous space was empty and bare.

Desmond gingerly took a seat on one of the crates, uncertain if it would hold his weight. It creaked, but didn't seem in any danger of falling appart beneath him.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.

It was a text from Snow, that Bowen had called him and Bastien in to follow up on a lead in Fontainebleau and that they wouldn't be able to swing by the Phantom Quarter.

"Looks like we're on our own," Desmond told Brendan.

A bit more muscle wouldn't have hurt if they where dealing with a whole pack out here, but they would need to make the best of the situation and try not to get themselves tangled up in a turf spat without the pack behind them.

“Hm” Brendan murmured as he thought, with everything that was going on, he thought best not to ask what had happened now which meant they’d be going it alone; there were other things to concentrate on at the moment. And it for sure wasn’t any vital news.

“What’s wrong? Scared o’ the ragtags?” He joked. He really couldn’t imagine a big, powerful pack living off the pickings in The Phantom Quarter. But still, most werewolf packs were dangerous. “We’re good if they all agreeable as the young’un. Like ‘im, spunky.”

Brendan’s gaze shifted across the warehouse. They’d been warned that another visitor might show up. One much less co-operative. Shadows began to dance on the concrete before the hole which was perhaps the main entrance to the warehouse. He tensed, waiting for a sign that whoever was approaching did so in a compliant way.

Cass stepped over the threshold. Picking out the two big figures, her advance slowed some.

Brendan blinked. Well, they really needn’t worry about being overpowered, not in these forms, at least. He regarded the werecat for a moment, was this really his pack leader who he’d brought? He was sure that if this woman was in more crude company, she’d have been subject to some jokes. As for Brendan, her state only gave him a surge of sorriness.

“Ma’am” he greeted her.

Cass responded only by stopping in her tracks and fixing the Bloodstone pack members with suspicious stares.

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#, as written by Tiko
Seri crouched a short way forwards from Cass. He didn't say anything himself, casting a glance back at her as though waiting for a cue.

Cass wasn't remotely anything like what Desmond was expecting, and he couldn't quite conceal the raise of his brows at the state of her dress and physical condition.

He finally stepped forward and offered her a hand in greeting.

"'ey there. Me name's Desmond, an' this 'ere is me brother, Brendan," he said. "You must be the pack leader that your cat friend told us about? He said you could tell us about some stuff 'appenin' out 'ere?"

Desmond’s hand remained hanging in the air for a few seconds before Cass tentatively shook both his and his brother’s. It had been a while since she’d been involved in such polite gestures.

“Yes.” She said, making sure that she spoke loud and clear as to not make herself even more of a laughing stock. “I… I just need to know, that the information I am going to tell you will be kept between packs. Away from the authorities. And that, well, no one is going to be hurt. There are… children involved.”

Cass’s eyes flittered between their faces, making eye contact with each for a while. She was not looking forward to the judgments that she feared would be passed once they learnt the full story. Her awareness of Seri’s presence was a warm comfort, at least.

"No one except him." Seri interjected with a grimace.

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#, as written by Tiko
"'ey now, we're not lookin' to get anyone in trouble, or to 'urt any kids," Desmond reassured Cass. "Why don't you 'ave a seat an' tell us what's goin' on out 'ere?"

He couldn't shake the feeling that he was dealing with a child, rather than a pack leader.

Cass shook her head at Seri’s comment. No trouble? They hadn’t heard yet. She did not sit.

Apart from the starvation, disease, and general nastiness that everyone ignores?

“This man. He found us, maybe, five years ago? I’m not sure. I don’t know where he came from. I don’t know anything about him. He brought us things we needed, he protected us. This wasn’t long after I was… changed.” Changed. Not turned. “I didn’t notice at first. It took- It took three, three or four for me to notice. To notice what he was doing.”

She paused for a moment then found herself looking at the floor next time she spoke. All the fight, the sureness and confidence, had fled. The pretense was gone. She was not one to be followed.

“He was biting them. On purpose.”

“Why?” Brendan was frowning. To be a werewolf was not much of a joy in Lutetia… unofficially sectioned off, looked down on. It was also an entirely different thing to bite and turn. All that torture. He could take a guess; no sane, stable person would do such a thing.

“He’s mad” she said, quieter now.

Brendan nodded.

"We're gonna need to talk wi' the rest of the pack, and I'll be straight with ya. Not all of them are gonna take kindly to you guys livin' out 'ere," Desmond told Cass. "But if you 'elp us find this man, it 'ill go a ways to 'elp the situation. Baron's an upstandin' fella. You be straight wi' him, an' 'e'll do right by you and your pack."

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#, as written by Tiko
"Not like any of you bother to stick your noses this way until something starts to overflow into your territory." Seri jabbed, "I don't see why you would care that we're here."

Cass was also bitter and didn’t scorn Seri in the slightest.

“Won’t take kindly?” Her eyes hardened, some of the helplessness that had been shrouding her fading away. “Why’s that? You have your homes. This is ours. This is mine.”

“The person who has been bitin' people, killin' people, was also yours then, was he not?” Brendan said calmly, without disdain.

Cass scowled.

"'e's right. The pack is going to want assurances that somethin' like this won't 'appen again," Desmond explained. "Look, why don't we all meet over at The Den the-marrow night, an' we'll put this all to rest, alright?"

He offered his hand to her again, a gesture perhaps to reassure her.

She nodded curtly then shook their hands again before leaving.

A sudden terror clutched at her throat.
What if she’d done the wrong thing? If these people weren’t as trustworthy as they made out to be? Not being ‘straight with her’ at all? She’d uncovered them, they’d all be in danger. And if Arman found out… his return would be in vengeance.

“You’d better hope this works out, Seri” Cass was not all too pleased with him. But she was less pleased with herself.

Too late for that.

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"Better than letting Arman tread all over us any longer," Seri retorted as they left. "I'd have given it a week, two weeks tops before he tore your throat out and the rest of us were left for dead, or pulled into his insane rampage ourselves on threat of going out the same way."

The werecat stuck his hands in the pockets of his ragged trousers and stared at the ground with a grimace. "Someone needs to put that psycho down." he hissed.

Hopefully tomorrow would go well. He didn't trust these Bloodstone either, but given a choice between them and Arman, who he knew was crazy? He'd take his chances with them.

The setting changes from Abandoned Warehouse to Vargeras

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#, as written by Lialore
Brendan was a usually happy man but this morning he was particularly cheerful. With everything that had been happening recently, it was quite a change to feel so light. It had been a busy past few days, a flurry of work had found him, and the rent and bills had to be paid. He drove back from his client’s house. A nice woman, a little older than him, she’d needed some plastering done, and a bit of painting. Safe to say they’d hit it off.

He tapped his fingers off the steering wheel as he drove, humming to himself as he did so. His phone lay on the passenger seat, now dead, jammed with missed calls and messages.

The sound of sizzling met him as he went inside, wafts of bacon threatened to make his mouth water as he hastily kicked off his boots near the door – something which no one else did.

“Moooooornin’” He called, making his way to the kitchen, preparing to start a monologue of his great last night endeavour as he passed into the room. “Guess who go-“

“O’” Brendan’s eyes flickered between his brother and the stranger. His eyebrows then rose. Looked like he wasn’t the only one who’d got lucky. But on closer inspection, those surprised eyebrows drew closer together in curiosity at their states. Not the disarray. But the injuries.

“Care to tell me what’s ‘appenin here?”

Still, he wasn’t distracted enough to not have his stomach grumble at the sight of breakfast.

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#, as written by Knosis
Chloe was able to sit before Brendan appeared inside.

And she fell silent, lowering her gaze away.

This wasn't her place to explain.

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#, as written by Tiko
"'ey. This is Chloe. Chloe, me brother Brendan," Desmond said over the stove before he moved to start shoveling food onto the plates. "Chloe is uh... stayin' wi' us a few days while the pack is sortin' some stuff out. Mainly 'er fascination wi' tryin' to maul me face off."

"Oh an' we need to go shopping for furniture later," he added.

The door to the cellar stood open, and one look even from up here would afford Brendan a clear view of the damages strewn all about floor down there.

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He wasn’t sure ‘nice to meet yer Chloe’ was the right thing to say with what information he’d been given. So he just offered her an amused kind of smile and a nod.

“O’, she is now? Well, I weren’t aware that we were runnin’ a home for delinquents, as lovely as they may be.” Brendan said, he meant it in good humour, but it was a little heated. “I think elaborating a bit mig-“

Furniture shopping?

Brendan glanced around, looking for the broken chair. Instead, he found the doorway to the basement. He took in the splinters of wood, torn fabrics and the blood which splattered it all.

He didn’t even need to ask who was paying for that. It was lucky he wasn’t an angry man.

One deep breath later - which he’d done after closing his eyes – he turned his attention back to the two breakfasters.

“Somethin’ tells me this ain’t a case of a serious love hate relationship.
What’s yer story, Chloe?”

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She gave a sheepish smile at Brendan. "Well.. I have been awfully stressed lately, I sort of lost it I guess, heading from work and I sorta.. Kind of almost bit Desmond's arm off.. He shot me... A few times.." She coughed. "Long story short, I was brought here.. Lost it again.. And I promise I'll pay for the damages.." She sighed.

She bit her lip. The smell of the food made her stomach growl loudly. She winced and looked down, shamefully.

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"It was just a nibble, no 'arm done," Desmond told Brendan. "Though me jacket is done for."

He gave Chloe a side-long glance.

"Well don't just sit there," he said as he pushed the plate over in front of her. "You look like you're about to keel over on us again."

"An' I 'ave a proposition for you, once you have some food in ya," he added as he started shoveling food into his own mouth.

The man was unnaturally cheery at the moment.

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No way would she be paying for damages that weren’t her fault. Even an extremely unimpressed Brendan wouldn’t allow for that. His brother’s new jacket wasn’t coming out of his next pay cheque though.

“That’s now how you get people to like yer’, guys. Bitin’, shootin’, a ‘ello usually does the trick.”

He took up a position leaning on the counter with a bit sigh that made his lips flap; he was ready to scavenge whatever he could. He was also interested in the proposition. It sounded like the girl was having problems with her forms, dangerous enough, enough to not want her wandering the streets. Especially not on their land. He’d be happy to help in whatever way he could.

“Excuse me, miss, but is there no one wantin’ yer Chloe? I mean, family, colleagues. Everythin’s gonna be at a halt while we figure out what ter’ do, and I’m sure you understand we want the best. Someone gotta be lookin’ for yer’ some time.” He eyed Desmond. “We don’t want people worryin’.” A straight stare. "Do we?"