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Croaker

Vampire Berzerker

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Grahf, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Physical Description
Image

Appearance
Hair: Light blonde
Eyes: Pale blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Body type: Slender, toned.
Unique Features: Unhingable jaw.

Name
Unknown

Nickname
Croaker

Race
Vampire

Class
Berzerker

Visual Age
Mid 20s


Factual Age
250

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Hetero

PERSONALITY

Personality Description
Deeply broken. Croaker is a perfect front-line soldier, willing to do what must be done to accomplish whatever goals set before him. Lack of self-preservation and a vast pool of rage make for a true Berzerker. Croaker has lived long enough to see some shit, but not so long that he is bored with things, making for a fun mixture of power and such.


Goal
Bloodshed.

EQUIPMENT


Clothing/Armor
Croaker wears fairly standard combat gear with a hooded overcoat to keep the sun off.


Abilities
Malleable Form- The ability to alter shape and density at will. Unlike true 'shape-shifting' this ability does not require an object/being to emulate. At times this ability is viewed as the 'vampire mist' some hunters claim to witness. It also may have some root in the 'bat form' attributed to vampires.

Enhanced healing- most light wounds seal themselves almost instantly while higher grade wounds knit themselves back together wthout leaving a scar in a fraction of the norml healing time. Unconfirmed but it might be possible for the subject to regeerate missing limbs.

Skills
Combat- Be it armed or unarmed Croaker has skill. Training and practice over 200 years has granted him a mastery over things that cause harm. Croaker can turn battle and killing into a thing almost beautiful in it's horror.

Augmenations/Mutations
Descorp Nanite Injection. (Active/Downloading)
Mark of Khorne- Right palm.

Weapons
Name: Dragon's Claws
Type: Claw
Information: Dual sets of hand mounted claws.

Name: Franchi SPAS-12
Type: Shotgun
Ammo: 12 Gauge Shells 30 round drum.
Information:
Weight-4.4 kg (8.75 lb)
Length-1041 mm (41 in), stock extended
Barrel length-546 mm (22 in)
Misc: Red-Dot sight, Extended Choke, Formatted to be full auto.

Name: BMW R75
Type: Motorcycle with Side-Car.
Ammo: Side-Car has been altered into a mobile 8.8 cm Pak 43 cannon, it fires PzGr. 39/43 APCBC-HE shells (Armour Piercing Capped with Ballistic Cap - High Explosive).
Misc. The body of the motorcycle has been beefed up- extra armor plates to protect the fuel tank and newer age metals used to strengthen the body.

Equipment
SAPI Vest, Stab Proof lined clothing. Steel toed boots.

Stats 1-10
STRENGTH: 9
WILLPOWER: 5
AGILITY: 9
DEXTERITY: 6
TOUGHNESS: 7
INTELIGENCE: 4


HISTORY


Bio/History
Croaker spent his life before the change as a soldier for hire- it was the only job paying well at the time. He survived a number of battles, quite a feat back then...medical standards were still at the 'sickness is caused by demons' level, and quickly rose in the ranks. However, he lacked the level head to handle politics...so he was just as often demoted. In time he reached a state of equilibrium...right out front swinging a sword into someone's neck.

Years passed. Battles fought. Wars rages and died. Croaker got bored.

When the stranger came to him in the night with an offer of something new he practicaly jumped at the chance. He should have waited to hear the rest. The taking was painful, Croaker's heart refused to stop beating- his spirit too strong to break under the vampire's kiss. His change took days. Days filled with screaming and thrashing. It was horrible.

In the end Croaker rose again. Changed and forever broken. His mind ravaged by the horrors of the change. He is the Berzerker...

UPDATE- The Blood-God Khorne has taken interest in Croaker, taking him to be one of his champions.

So begins...

Croaker's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Tyrant Wyrms Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow Character Portrait: Khorne, Blood-God
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Faindir glanced between the Wyrm's legs, seeing that he was the only one on the beast's right side decided to grab its attention, slamming his sword against his shield several times and shouting loudly in what one would figure to be his native tongue, charging forward and swinging his sword wide, slamming the blade into it's hide, cutting a gash into its tree limb thick leg and causing the Tyrant Mother to roar, rearing up and twisting about, its hind legs causing the wet ground to slosh and be kicked up as it lashed out with the wounded foreleg, knocking Faindir back with considerable force whilst turning it's piston covered back to the other three, its tail sweeping across the ground, forcing Serianata, Maedos and Croaker to jump back out of the massive limb's way or be knocked down.

Faindir leapt to his feet almost instantly despite being thrown back with enough force to shatter a concrete wall, his armor seemingly unmarred. The red skinned warrior rolled his shoulders then roared at the massive wyrm shaking his shield and weapon and rattling his armor to keep its attention and anger on him, taunting it and continuing to curse in his native tongue, a ripple in the air like an intense heat shimmered about his armor as small bubbles began to form in the water around his legs.

Maedos and Serianata meanwhile after dodging the wide sweep of the Wyrm's tail, Maedos simply jumping back with little to no effort while Serianata simply disappeared in a flash of light to reappear just out of the tails range.
The two individuals looked to one another, seeming to communicate wordlessly before locking their eyes once more on to the snarling monster before them, Serianata raising his staff and muttering quietly, charging up a spell and sending electrical charges up and down the item while causing the crystal in its head's centre to glow brightly.
Maedos sniffed disdainfully in the Wyrms direction before stepping on top of the mire, literally stepping onto the mostly liquid ground's surface as though it were solid rock, rolling the shoulder of her arm holding the axe as the runes across the large weapon's surface sparked to life, glowing eerily, a white mist rolling out around her feet and a cold aura emanating from her.

Mid-spell Serianata flinched and looked in the direction of Croaker, sensing the other-worldly influence taking hold of him, not knowing its source but feeling its nigh on unholy nature though he didn't allow it to distract him too much, closing his cold eyes and muttering faster, clenching his grip around his staff as thunder rumbled somewhere high above.

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Tyrant Wyrms Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow Character Portrait: Khorne, Blood-God
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#, as written by Grahf
The Blood-God's power flowed through his body in waves, crashing against him and driving him ever onwards. The swinging tail was a simple thing to avoid, but why ignore a perfect bridge? Seeming to only step lightly up and onto the appendage, due to his inhuman speed, Croaker dashed up the monster's back, passing the pistons to take his place on the back of it's head. At times he had to use the claws to secure his position- as Faindir caused the beast to recoil in pain and when it smashed back against him.

He heard Khorne's roar in his mind, felt the Blood-God's rage swell in his chest. He wanted to tear the dragon in half. He wanted to bathe in it's blood. "Blood for the Blood-God!" he bellows, stabbing his claw weapon into the dense scales on the monster's neck ridge to anchor himself, before swinging outward into it's face..blasting point blank into it's right eye with the anti-armor slug from his shotgun.

The swing would carry his weight out and away from the beast- this would save him from it's falling corpse should the slug hit it's brain, or cause him to land out of range of it's half-blind counter strike should it live. Regardless he would have bloodied the monster, this caused a swell of satisfaction..but a craving for more.

In mid-air he would feel a burning in his right hand, an eight pointed star branding itself in his palm- he was claimed by the Ruinous Powers of Chaos. He was one of Khorne's Chosen...

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Tyrant Wyrms Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow
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The second Croaker leapt on to the Wyrm's tail it ceased it's roar and attempted to turn, growling deep and low, the blue mist pumping out of its bone pistons swirling about the blood-lustful vampire, the necrotic gas causing painful tingles to crackle across any exposed skin, searing down his throat and depriving his body of oxygen and infecting him with every breath, a cold, searing consciousness wrestling against his own will and the strength of Khorne, distracting despite its futility.

Maedos cursed and shouted angrily at Croaker, cursing and looking imploringly over at Faindir and Serianata, the former too far away on the other side of the Wyrm and the latter too focused on whatever spells he was preparing, the rumbling of thunder growing louder and more intense, a strong wind picking up. Maedos simply cursed and charged forwards, swinging her axe to imbed it in the beast's left foreleg, sending arcs of electricity down its shaft to lock up the muscles in the monster's leg causing it to bellow and lose balance, falling forwards on that leg, knocking Maedos back in the process, dislodging her axe in the process.

The Tyrant Wyrm bellowed louder while lashing out at Faindir as Croaker's claws buried into its neck, shaking its head in an attempt to dislodge Croaker by batting him with its massive crown of horns, twisting and screeching, thick concentrations of the blue mist swirling around its head, black blood squirting out over Croaker like oil, making his weapons and clothes slick before thickening like tar, making his clothes and weapons sticky and gluggy.

It twisted and snapped, attempting to bite Croaker while giving him the opening to grab on to the side of it's face, screeching in agony as he unloaded round after round into the side of its face, eventually slamming its head down to ground in an attempt to crush him, though he leapt away just in time.

The Wyrm swayed for a few moments, half of it's head ruined and dripping thick ooze, the right witch light of it's eye flickering and almost dieing out before flaring brightly, the Wyrm rearing up with new found strength, inhaling deeply, the blue mist swirling about it's skull, seemingly readying for another thick breath of smog only to speak a single word; "Shallock" reality itself rippling and distorting, writhing in agony as the Black Verses were unleashed, tearing into the minds, bodies and souls of the four individuals, capillaries bursting in their ears and noses and a terrible blackness filled with all the pain and fair of the world pouring into their minds as te Wyrm took another deep breath preparing to speak once more only to be interrupted as Serianata all but screamed, a colossal lightning bolt arcing down from the skies as he fought through the mind numbing terror of the Black Verses and striking the Tyrant Mother between it's shoulder blades shattering two of it's bone pistons and charring its armored hide.

The Wyrm recovered once more preparing to speak again, this time almost desperately only for Faindir to explode in a vortex of fire and molten steel, transforming into a demonic figure of flame and molten earths and metal, large enough to tackle the Wyrm and hold its jaw shut, roaring flame and fury as white and red flames raced up and down his metallic body. "The chest!" He roared, the fire of his body flaring up as he spoke. "Tear open its chest you fool!"

Maedos was already moving as Maedos had tackled the Wyrm, frost clinging to her body as she swung her axe, embedding it in one side of the teeth running down the centre of its chest, hacking and tearing, barely avoiding the wyrms thrashing and flailing limbs, geysers of blue smog and deafening roars pouring out of its body.

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Tyrant Wyrms Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow
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#, as written by Grahf
The nanites went to work, the moment the smog came into contact with Croaker's skin- the first few waves died immediately, sending information to the hive, each generation living slightly longer. This all happened in a matter of moments, things on the nano-scale moved rather fast. A few generations later and Croaker's skin shed the smog like it was a gentle mist. His pores simply sealing themselves from the destructive force. Any other vampires in the area would likewise gain invulnerability from the smog of the Tyrants- the nanites transmitting wirelessly to other hives, who in turn broadcast to others in range, in this way soon all who carried the nanites would be immune. Descorp's gift to the Hollow kept giving.

"Shallock"

"What's that mean?" Croaker said. Or he would have said, if he wasn't upside-down, in some mud-he had landed badly. How he got there was a blur to him. All he knew was that he was sore, and would be worse in the morning. The blow to the head seemed to have silenced the Blood-God's roaring however, so Croaker found himself thinking clearly again, luckily the Chaos God's Mark had protected Croaker's mind from the dragon's shout. 'The fuck was that..' he thought, plopping himself free of the mud. He tasted blood, and his vision was slightly blurry. He felt slightly drunk. Letting out a hoot he stands, and rocks on his feet, eyeing the battle. "Man, you people party hard..."

Shaking his head free of the fog he dashes forward, snatching his shogun from the muck and racking it once to clear away the spent shell. Closing the distance he jams the barrel into the gore coated chest-mouth thing- the chick with the axe had been so kind as to opening a few holes, he figured it would be a shame not to use them. With the barrel jammed in there, he begins to fire, pumping shot after shot into the beast's mass. All the while he yelled at the top of his lungs, getting spatters of the creature's thick blood all over his front. If this didn't kill the thing...he wasn't sure what would.

His body was a wreck, the nanites were working overtime to repair things- he didn't know it but he was deafened slightly. If Croaker had a mirror he would be shocked. He was covered in shit, maybe literaly...it WAS a swamp.

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Character Portrait: Maedos Judgement Character Portrait: Croaker Character Portrait: Faindir Righteousness. Character Portrait: Tyrant Wyrms Character Portrait: Serianata Sorrow
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The Wyrm screamed in pure agony as it was shot, burned and hacked at, writhing violently and managing to throw the flaming Faindir off of itself, a few more of the pistons lining its back guttering out and breaking, Maedos was thrown aside and croaker knocked back into the mud as the beast's chest tore open with a sickening meaty rip, gore and black blood pouring forth from the toothy maw, the lights in its eyes flickering and dyeing out as a massive bloodshot eye with a black slitted pupil was unveiled within it's chest cavity whee its heart should be, the massive organ flicking back and forth almost in a panicked manner, glancing at Maedos and Faindir before locking on to Croaker, an ungodly screech emanating out from the beast's ruined head before lunging almost blindly for the wounded vampire only to be blocked by Serianata, the frail mage surrounded by a bright, searing silver light, a crown of six stone protrusions creating a halo around his head and six large stone stilts protruding from his back, holding him up like the legs of some massive insect, energy crackling all across his form as he thrust his staff forwards, a blinding beam of energy tearing out of his staff and through the "heart" of the monster, a single gurgling warble emanating from its maw before it collapsed forwards, its lunge ending short, splashing into the mire with a final spasm as its pistons fell silent and a final gout of blue smog burst out of it's mouth and back, a terminal sigh for the monstrosity.

Serianata, groaned and leaned heavily on his staff as he dropped to the ground, the stone limbs and spines disintegrating into a fine crystalline powder, being blown away in the wind as droplets of water began to fall, the storm summoned by the mage being left to it's own devices, rumbling sullenly as the rain began to fall in sheets, broken up only by the foliage around the clearing.
Faindir, his armor finally looking a little dinged with a small trickle of blood running down his nose, though otherwise unharmed, marched over to Croaker, pulling him up out of the muck as Maedos picked herself up sorely, inspecting the area quickly before going to help Serianata back to his feet.
"Perhaps we should not attempt to battle any more Wyrms without Asynda and Laedir?" Maedos said grumpily as she hoisted Serianata up with his arm slung over her shoulder. "Not even our Aeon blood can withstand these confrontations without Misery and Lust's aid..."
"No..." Serianata responded with a wave of his staff. "Laedir can not be subjected to the Black Verses. She would become a Demon in an instant of hearing their dark whiles."
"And our dear cleric is keeping an eye on Maedos' darling adopted daughter!" Faindir piped up with a chuckle as he checked over Croaker. "Anything broken my vampirical friend?"
"For the umpteenth time she's not my daughter or anything of the sort!" Maedos replied with a growl, rolling her shoulders and inspecting her axe. "She is a nuisance that I must care for until the fleet arrives and we can send her home." She sniffed disdainfully then muttered. "Still haven't a clue in the Nine how she got on this cesspool of a ball of rock."
Faindir simply chuckled quietly and shook his head, glancing over at the colossal smoldering carcass of the Tyrant Wyrm. "Well Croaker, you've certainly earned yourself a hefty prize, felling a Tyrant Mother quite nicely. My next thing you know you'll be standing triumphantly over the head of a Great Tyrant!" He let go of Croaker, giving the opportunity to stand on his own to the vampire though still staying neat should he need something large and sturdy to lean on. "Now what say you we go back to the Verinotte and celebrate with gratuitous drinking? Ale all around on me! The death of this Tyrant Wyrm is a savage blow to their power within this wood! Come! Come, let us celebrate!"
Maedos and Serianata shook their heads and made forward to go fetch the wagon they had left past the clearing, bringing it back with the spectral beast dragging it silently through the muck before muttering to each other seeming to be trying to decide how to get the considerably larger body of the Tyrant Mother onto the platform, seemingly no longer interested in the smaller regular Wyrm at the edge of the clearing.

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Faindir returned to the Verinotte Hollow with Croaker whilst Serianata and Maedos shifted the Wyrm bodies onto the caravan, headed for the Tauvyr Tavern where Faindir revealed it was in fact the hunters who were holding the bounty and rewarded Croaker with a hefty sum of gold, no less than twenty hefty ingots.

Faindir then departed, returning to his companions in the woods.

The setting changes from Cursed Wood to Gae Ceann Clubhouse

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Jack Ceann
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#, as written by Gasmask
Chapter 1: BROTHERS, BANDITS AND BEGINNINGS.

There was a loud noise as a large oval table was dragged into the room by three prospects with the screech of wood on metal. The table was magnificent black wood, polished and inscribed with the words 'Saol. Bás. Nglacadóir de Souls. Bráithre Till An Deireadh' Benjamin stood to the side, watching the proceedings.

The bikers begun to clear out, and the visitors were either forced out by the numerous bartenders. The magnificent table stood in the middle of the pub, the inscription shining in the light. Chairs were brought in, and calls were made to the members of the Gae Ceann to come urgently, and those who came late would have their club pay docked.

Benjamin took his seat at the head of the table, sliding into a seat and pouring a bottle of Irish whiskey down his gullet. The president waited his club, as there were many things to discuss.

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Outside an infernal gurgle cued Rayan's arrival. The bike droned on like a sea siren in the night, engine burbling down as the thing was shut off. Moments later, the front door would swing open with a kick from a muddy boot. Slicking what water was left in Rayan's 'do out with a flick the biker squelched over to the table.

Kicking a chair backwards Rayan descended, grinning. Wonder what this's all about? Rayan rested his chin on folded arms over the back of the chair, eyeballing the bottle of whiskey.

"'Sup?"

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#, as written by Rulke
Having been already inside the banshee stood up and yawned, cracking her knuckles, grinning toothily and replying, "Wait for it lads an' lasses 'e's gonna tell us, 'is deck fallen aff an' we 'av ter go fend it. or maybe yer man 'ill send us lookin' for 'is cat, aka sum pussy. or maybe even better more violence, Renny love sum ol' violence." taking a whisky glass, she downed the remaining concoction before smashing it down roughly, "Let's jist 'ope 'tis somethin' new, scon are bored an' actually foun' meself bein' nice lately, whaich is pure unbecomin' av oi."

Walking over over to the table, she sat herself, placing her feet on top, and leaning back, as she closed her eyes and listened to everyone 'dramatic entrances, this oughta be cute.

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The door would simply open as the ghoul walked in. That's all. No kicking in doors, no holes in the wall, no breaking through the roof on a motorcycle while fucking a chick, simple walking through the door. The only odd thing would be the black fedora on his head.

"Knock Knock, Jimmy's home."

As the ghoul spoke a slight chuckle could be heard coming from him. He would move towards the table before taking a chair and moving it towards the back, resulting in it standing in the shadows, but still a pretty small distance away from the table. A distance they would most likely not complain about. He then jumped onto it with feet and claws and simply waited for the meeting to start.

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The door would simply be opened once more a little bit after the ghoul made his way in, the use of hands not being necessary by Yojimbo as he simply had walked forward towards the door, his nose being long enough to open it as he walked ahead. The burly yet slightly older man spoke up in his gruff voice.

"I have no witty entrance, but...I'm here, Yojimbo, the tengu with the big nose.."

Saying this, he'd shuffle his way over towards the table as well, sitting down on the wood as he folded his hands together, simply listening for the time being, like some of the others, waiting for the meeting to start....If it will even start. Who knows? Not Yojimbo, that's for sure.

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Rayan raised a hand signalling that a drink would be much enjoyed. Patiently the gang member waited, smiling graciously at Ub in thanks. Rayan drummed lithe fingers on the table, taking note of everyone who had entered with a single glance. The Gae Ceann had assembled, alright. A cig was lit, so Rayan lit another.

"Soooooooo," Ashes on the ground, exhale on the air.

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#, as written by Marcus
The Handsome Hacker stepped into the establishment that the gang called home only to smirk like the devil himself and not a single soul could compare to the ego that he held. "Whats up guys?" Was all he could say as he sauntered on towards the bar and placed in an order for a beer while he took a seat just to look at the others present.

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"Not all," Responded Strangest Danger, tapping at the table one last time.

"Wha' brew's that?" Rayan chin jerked in the direction of The Handsome Hacker's beer.

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#, as written by Marcus
Noel simply smirked and looked over at at Rayan only to shrug a bit and take a sip of his beverage. 'Budweiser is what it tastes like Rayan." Was all Noel said as he took his time drinking his beer while he waited for something a bit more interesting to happen. It was not like he was expecting fiery explosions or interesting new little nooks to get himself into but Hell life was sure boring as of late. "What has been going on? I feel like I have missed a couple of things as of late."

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#, as written by Gasmask
Benjamin nodded to all the newcomers as they came in, the shutters were drawn and the room was plunged in mellow darkness, a few errant rays of sunshine bringing out the whites of their eyes. The lights flickered on and there was a loud crack of an axe hitting the middle of the table, bloodstained and a few hair strands clinging onto the wicked edge.

"Attention!" Benjamin yelled at the top of his voice, leaning forward in his chair and letting go of the axe. "Welcome to the first official meeting of the Gae Ceann. I'd go though all your names and welcome you all, but I figured you'd do that with yourselves, you're all brothers and sisters now. I fully expect you to act it." The President continued, taking another swig of whiskey.

Benjamin paused. Ub was not part of the club, and one of the prospects must've forgotten to tell him to leave. The leader rose and wrenched the axe free of the table and hung it on his belt. The dullahan walked over to the dealer and eyed him up and down. "We're closed, you're leaving. Come back later, you look like you could cut it in the club." The leader pulled a card out of his pocket that had the residence of the club and his contact number on it and passed it to the stranger and gave him a shove to the door, and gesturing to the prospects nearby with a throat-cutting gesture that simply said; "Get him out of here. But don't kill him."

Benjamin turned back to the table, smiling.

"You're all here because the club has been busy and I wasn't there to lay down the groundwork. The crimes that have been committed have been done badly, we've gained from it, but done badly. I apologize to start our first ever meeting like this, but it's something I have to get across. I have the power to strip you of your patch, jacket and rank within this club." The leader droned on, cracking his knuckles and sitting back in his chair.

"Treat me as such, and we'll have no problems." The President continued. "The prospects at this table and new members of the club. You're all going to be major players in this club one day, but right now you have to prove that you have something to contribute to the club. Mud, blood and money have their place, but you must all have skills. Brewing a good beer is one of them. As our resident drinkers know." Benjamin winked at Rayan and Noel.

The motorbike above them swung loudly as the leader grinned. "Now to the subject at hand. I want you all to introduce yourselves to me, tell me what your good at, why you're with us." The leader took a swig and fully expected their replies to be worthwhile.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Jack Ceann
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Jack pulled in a greasy mechanic, dripping in motoroil behind them from the back exit that usually led to the garage. "Sorry we're late, Ben, found your son elbow-deep in that god damn tron bike in the garage." Jack rolled his eyes and let go of the president's beloved adopted son. "Aye, an' I'd be finished figurin' out how the damned thing was put together if this flea-bag hadn't shown up..." The mechanic said, and the president of the club laughed and shook his head, leaning back and nodding for the others to continue.

Kevyn took a seat between Jack and his adoptive father, pulling out a rolled cigarette and lighting it with a Zippo bearing the club crest. The scent that wafted from the cherry-end was certainly much more pleasant than tobacco, and he offered it to Ben or Jack after taking another drag. Benjamin reached out to swipe the smoke before Jack could get his furry mitts and gave his adopted son a thankful wink over the sighs of his figurative uncle. Jack winked to the mechanic and leaned to the side to whisper to his old friend. "These are the prospects I was talkin' bout."

"I guess I'll take a mo' to introduce meself to those of yeh that don' know me. The names Kevyn, an' I'm the only mechanic here that's worthy of the title. Yeh got a problem with yer ride, yeh come to me. Yeh got a problem with yer bitch, yeh come to me. Hell, yeh got any problem at all, yeh come to me. An' if you try to start shit here, yeh'll be answering to me an' my welding torch, yeh got that?" The mechanic growled, snatching back his joint and taking a drag before handing it off to Jack. Then he leaned back, put his boots up on the table and fell silent, casually blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Jack Ceann
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Noel smirked at the comment from the big boss only to shake his head and wave the words right off as if they were nothing more than smoke in the air. Sure the Handsome Hacker loved his drink every now and then but he needed to be sober if he wanted to get shit done right the first time. Hell it wasn't even two minutes into the meeting before more of the gang showed up and Noel simply turned himself in his stool to face everyone only to smile like the devil he was and glance over to Rayan just to smirk when he heard the mechanic make his intro. Sure If Noel needed to he would introduce himself to the newbies but what fun would that provide when he had already done his own background checks to make sure he would not get stabbed later in life.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Jack Ceann
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Evianna was feeling content after a quickly feasting on a young human female. She seemed around fifteen or seventeen, didn't matter now that she was dead and all. Nothing was wasted (not that it made the act any less worse).
Her lovely Harley Davidson bike cooed as she parked it out the front of the Clubhouse, taking the keys out of ignition. One leg slid off onto the other side with her other and so she made her way to the entrance, heeled boots clacking against the hard ground bellow her. The human eating shapeshifter hadn't realised a bit of blood was smeared on her cheek along with a mixture of her light pink lipstick. Although she felt something was a tad out of place somewhere on herself; she didn't really care though. So the feeling was ignored.

Entering the building, she saw the other Members seated around a table. "Oh. I'm late?" She questioned puzzled, a mature and rather elegant tone to her voice would be heard. She would come across as 'nice' just by how she spoke, but she could get quite nasty. More than others would expect. Checking a cheap watch around her wrist, she saw the time seemed to show she was not late. "Stupid thing." She cursed softly to herself, tapping it with her index finger's long nail. Evianna then realised it wasn't ticking, obviously broken or out of battery. How annoying she thought.

Letting out a long and irritated sigh she joined the others at the table, seating herself, her right leg move over her left, adjusting herself until she was comfortable, folding her arms. "Agh, sorry I'm late. Stupid watch broke." Evianna said with a shrug, she had obviously missed a bit of information, but hopefully not too much. Many new faces were scene; her eyes shifted, studying them individually out of curiosity.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf Character Portrait: Jack Ceann
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"Right on time and I thought I was going to get old or something." Noel simply continued to smile and enjoy his beer while he waited for the meeting to continue like it was.