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Evianna Hartley

A shapeshifting, flesh eating biker. Enforcer of the Gae Ceann

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

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Evianna Hartley

Don't underestimate her, respect her and the Gae Ceann or it's your funeral. She likes to get things done the old fashion way, by absolutely beating the crap out of those who decide not to cooperate. Follow the rules or face her. Although she is not at the rank to really be the one who carries out punishments, she'll make sure someone else does.
With Evianna's sweet, candy blood red and intense black, Harley Davidson Duo Glide, she feels unstoppable. Of course she knows her limits and how far she can go. But when she rides her baby swiftly and dominantly, a rush of adrenalin can't help but fill her body. She loves the rush. The risk. And the danger.
She's a man eating shapeshifter who will skin you alive and wear your skin in order to shift into what ever the hell the creature is she skinned. Once shapeshifting into the creature, she does not have the same abilities and personal skills as that creature, it's basically an illusion to trick anyone into thinking she is what she appears to be. Wearing your skin as clothing. It's rare for her to want to shapeshift into any kind of human mainly because they're her food source. Of course she is capable of eating other food like a human is capable of eating another human alive, she too could eat human food if she wanted to. Would most likely taste like complete crap though.
To put it bluntly. A man eater, literally, who may from time to time wear the skin of her victims to get her own way.
The Gae Ceann leather jacket is 100% stark black pig leather, with a brown furry inside, usually with a furry collar like a winter coat but that's completely optional, along with sleeves. Her badge on the left front of the jacket usually has the nickname of the wearer, along with the rank and how many years they've served in the Gae Ceann. To the right is 'Gae Ceann' in bright green, switch to the back and you've got a large gothic type 'Gae Ceann' and a large vibrant green skull underneath that with an ajar open jaw. Under that, 'Brother of the Night' or 'Sister of the Night'.

Winchester Model 71: Round, tapered 24" barrel with half magazine tube, Acid loaded shotgun shells and 12 gauge.
Harley Davidson: Duo Glide, candy blood red, black and white motorcycle.
Skinning Knife: Brass hilt and Duralumin butt cap and leather handle. YUKON SKINNER
Close Combat: Her close combat is a mixture of Krav Maga with suplexes, headbutts, and jumping knees. It's rather swift and brutal.
Duel Pistols: M9, 9mm, 15 rounds. Light, easy to maintain.
Abilities: Her body regenerates quickly and heals wounds fast. She can also move quite quickly, faster than any normal human.



"Touch my bike and I'll skin you alive"

So begins...

Evianna Hartley's Story

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Rayan let out a woosh of smoke. High heat up in this bitch. The meeting had gone from serious to the most serious shit he'd encountered in a while. It was nice to have the ways back and enforced, but damnit. Not so much of a glance was spared to Renny as she was scolded. The cigarette grew short quick.

"Y'un't eatin' me," It was said half in jest, but there was enough unknown to leave hesitance. "I'm for regulation, but we can't 'ave her starving, I mean," Rayan offered a nod to Evianna. She was cute. Next Strangest Danger looked around at the others, wondering what they thought.

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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: Evianna Hartley
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Oh how she had expected this, Benjamin chastising her, some people could not leave well enough alone, well so be it, "If it wus not for me wee stunt, benny ol' fella we'd be up shits creek withoyt a paddle. 'tis wi' me 'fuck-up' yer suggest dat we are lastin'. so go ahead threaten me, but yer nu deep down dat club loike dis canny run on gran' 'ill." as she replied she stood up and continued "Oi admit dat wearin' our jackets wus not smart, but yer are perfect an' 'av done nathin'. we needed de nicker oi needed ter train sum prospects, yer nu scon are a wildcard benny ol' fella, yer nu 'oy oi work, in future won't wear our tennis racket, but dat nicker yer are so full aboyt it, kept us 'eadin'."

Taking a drink of her whisky, she paused thoughtfully, "On dat note av yer tryin' ter chastise me, de dayle is thus we nade nicker, oi suggested settin' up illegal boxin' racket, we cud even reach oyt ter de other gangs an' clap if they're interested."

Noting the question finally she said, "Oi cud scream bleedin murder cos 'tis me origin, but don't clap me doin' so, she's jist needs disciplined, after al' why put down a rabid wagon yer cud jist use for lay-ra."

If it was not for my little stunt, Benny ol' boy we'd be up shits creek without a paddle. It's with my 'fuck-up' you suggest that we are lasting. So go ahead threaten me, but you know deep down that club like this can't run on good will.

I admit that wearing our jackets was not smart, but you are perfect and have done nothing. We needed the money I needed to train some prospects, you know I am a wildcard Benny ol' boy, you know how I work, in future won't wear our jacket, but that money you are so pissed about it, kept us going.

On that note of you trying to chastise me, the deal is thus we need money, I suggested setting up illegal boxing racket, we could even reach out to the other gangs and see if they're interested.

I could scream bloody murder because it's my origin, but don't see me doing so, she's just needs disciplined, after all why put down a rabid bitch you could just use for later.

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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: Evianna Hartley
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Out of the shadows a chuckle could be heard, seeming to come from the ghoul in the back of the room. He had been there for quite a while, but hadn't really showed himself. He had his reasons though, Jimmy wasn't really a person, well being that had a lot to say. He preferred actions over speech, introducing himself was the least of his interests. However, what came next was something he actually wanted to have a voice in, as it was something he sort of did, a lot. If they wouldn't allow her to eat people then the chance would be high that Jimmy is the next topic. The ghoul moved out of the shadows and into the light, making himself visible to all who hadn't noticed him before.

"Killing happens and I don't see it as a problem. If someone or something is trying to stop us from completing our objective or mission or whatever, then I assume we're allowed to kill. I'll kill in broad daylight when asked and when not, so try to be clear with what I'm allowed to do. With that said, I'll just point to Miss Scream as I was simply following orders."

The ghoul would pause for a moment as he grinned. "As for the eating people part, sure. Allow it, I don't see why not, it could be both handy and fun."

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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"Aye, I'm rather inclined ta agree with Perri over there," Falcon would drawl after yet another puff on his trademark rolled smoke, the misnaming actually intentional, as he was the sort to use pet-names. "I'd say that Evie should be allowed ta feed as is her wont, but only on tha guilty. No innocents, no witnesses, an' sure as hell not out in tha open. I would go one step further and propose that this should be done with at least one gang-affiliated chaperone. O'course... They don' have ta watch terribly close if they be the squeamish type."

Kevyn would chuckled and extinguished his smoke in the ashtray, musing on what had been said. He wasn't all-too surprised at his adoptive father's anger, as he'd had plenty of experience on the receiving end of that many a time in the past. But, that was in the past, and he turned out [mostly] all right... At least he liked to believe so... Being caught stealing parts from ol' Betty back in the day and being rewarded by getting adopted by the Dullahan was rather a decent trade-off, all things considered...

He waved the bartender over, whom brought him a bottle of whiskey, naturally, without a word. From this, he'd take a deep, hearty swig straight from the bottle before flashing his deep blues around at the lads and lasses gathered therein...

"I highly doubt that any one of yeh be tha squeamish type, however... That being said, we don' need ta strip her cut. We need capable members, an' I've personally seen a bit o' what tha lass ken do..."

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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#, as written by Gasmask
Benjamin leaned back and heard the various votes and opinions of this club. The brothers and sisters aspect of the club was going down the drain quick, or at least, he'd have to drill in the aspect later. The president leaned forward and put his elbows back on the table and looked at Evianna with his cold green eyes, his lips pierced in a grim line.

"That's a confirm on the vote then. Evianna, you're being patched in with the rank of enforcer with the Perro's excellently voiced rules. No Innocents. No witnesses and you bring a tag along until I have confidence in you." Benjamin said across to her, leaned back and lighting another smoke.

The biker took a patch out of his coat, sliding two white patches across to the man-eating minx. The patches had her chosen nickname, her rank, her riding name and of course the "Vankoryth Original" badge to attach to her cut. "Wear em' well."

Benjamin quickly changed the subject to another pressing matter.

"Vote on this fight club. Personally, Aye. It could do well for the club."

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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Noel snickered and raised his hand just to bring it back down to his drink and take a long drought from the tall glass of beer he had ordered awhile ago. "I am all for it so long as the profits on it do well for us. Hell could be a bit fun to see a couple of people in it for the sport of it." Moving his now empty glass to the side the cook simply leaned in a bit only to look around at his fellows just to then wonder something rather interesting. "I doubt anyone here will say no to a little fun. Am I right guys?"

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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Evianna listened intently to her fellow Members of the gang and took it in maturely as she usually did with everything else. She nodded in agreement with Benjamin's rules and acknowledged Rayan's understanding of her situation.

"But the innocent one's are the sweetest." The female said sarcastically as her blank expression turned to a wide, devious grin. It was a joke to her, a sort of dark humour to most. "Got it, no innocents." Evianna said quickly after her comment bluntly and seriously. She watched as the President pulled two white watches out of his coat and passed them down to her. The shapeshifter took them with a pleased expression on her face and another nod of thanks.

She never would have thought eating innocent people would end up being a big no-no in the gang. Since she was so used to surviving off the only thing she could eat without feeling sick, she hadn't thought of the moral side of it all. But of course she could control herself, the comment on being accused on being unable to do so was rather offensive to her and irritated her. But she knew that person was a higher rank than her, as much as she wanted to talk back, she didn't. I would have eaten a lot of people in this little group by now if I couldn't control myself you daft, ill bred, sack of potatoes.. Evianna kept her thoughts to herself and made sure to bite her tongue to avoid speaking her mind.

The subject changed quickly and they seemed to be discussing a, fight club? Sounded profitable, interesting. The shape-shifting 'minx' listened carefully as people began discussing their opinions on the matter.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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The Ghoul would seem slightly disapointed at the outcome, an expresion which was not even a third of his actual thoughts and feelings. If they wouldnt allow the gal to publicly eat people, then what would they think about him slicing people up and using them as meat-shields? Oh well, as long as they wouldn't find out all would be right... The discussion would be postphoned for now, or so he hoped.

As for the fight club stuff, depends. Gerekn wasn't exactly capable of holding himself back when fighting, it is rather difficult for him to do so. The fight club seemed fun but if they wouldn't allow killing... Then they could count Jimmy out. There was one other possibility though, which would be accidental death. That would be risky though.

"Would we be allow to kill? And what if it does happen?"

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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"Fight club, eh? In tha basement, I assume..." Falcon mused out loud, before spotting the arsehole that had remained after Ben tried to throw him out. With a half-sigh, half-growl, he planted his boots on the floor and stomped over to Ub, grabbing the strange fellow by the back of the neck with his right hand. In his left hand would appear a seventeen-inch blade, wickedly sharp.

"Oi, arsehole! I believe me father already asked yeh kindly ta git out. Well, now I'm asking yeh unkindly ta git tha fuck out! Yeh don' belong ta our gang, an' until yeh do, stay tha fuck away!" With that, he'd steer the sod to the door, at which point he'd take a nasty swipe down one of the fool's arms. Not nearly enough to kill him, but more than enough to draw blood and provide a warning. After this being done, he'd plant a boot squarely in Ub's behind to launch him out the door. Upon which he'd slam the door shut and stump back to his seat very near the head of the table.

"Aye... I support this idea fer a fight club, so long as I get ta bash some skulls in meself," Kevyn stated, lighting another of his 'trademark' smokes as he put his boots back upon the table. "I don' think it should be ta tha death, however, seein' as how we want ta avoid killin' tha innocent as much as possible. Mayhap we could also provide a boxing an'/or a mixed martial arts clinic as well. This, coupled with controllin' the bets, mine and Ruby's shop, we'd be makin' a pretty penny, doncha think?"

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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[Accidental double post, dunno how it even happened. Disregard this one and carry on.]

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Ub didn't particularly like being threathened, and he like it even less when he was attack.

Misty figures that would be shrouded in darkness melded from the shadows in the room, rolling off the stench of death and and overall evil. The entire room would grow darker and filled with mist, leaving just enough light to see a much brighter misty figure that resembled Ub holding a what looked like a glowing red vial, positioned right next to Falcon. Shaking the ground, and making the room tremble. The room would be filled with his voice.

"You would do well not to threaten or touch me again. That is how people end up dead." Quicker than anyone could respond, he would use the arm that had been cut earlier, and morphed the glowing red vial into a glowing red, and very wicked looking curved ancient katana that looked ragged and worn, but well used and sharp. He held it up to the mans throat, drawing a little blood.

He looked the leader straight in the eye, and with his resonating deep tones, he spoke to him aloud filling the room. "I apologize for my intrusion, and I do deeply appreciate your subordinates lack of respect. For you, he won't die, because I respect your operations. However, with that said, try to keep him on a leash. As for this meeting, I didn't get the memo that this wasn't a demacracy, I'll do well to remember that. I respect those who respect me or force respect regardless, so you sir, have gained my respect. With that, I bid farewell, and my offer for my services still stands." Ub looked at Falcon and smiled. "Do try and kill me next time, or end up dead from your mistake of not succeeding. We are both bikers, so try and learn brotherhood, you twit. Draw blood only when necessary."

The room returned to normal, the shadowy figures that reeked of evil melded back into the shadows, and Ub's misty figure dissipated with the rest. The only thing left was the smell of death and the stench of embarrassment.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Renny ("Silent Scream") Higgins Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Gerekn Kelluf
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Somewhere in the midst of the dramatics, Perro grabbed one of the shadowy figures and held it in his lap against its will as if it were a cat. But unlike a cat, eventually he forced it between the cracks between the teeth in his mask, slurping it up noisily. Criminals, corrupted shades, they were about the same to him, and as much as he hated sitting in during meetings, at least this one had snacks.

"I like Kevyn's idea of also supplying martial arts/fighting clinics for those interested in the club. Make them pay their money to pay their money to win their money back. But again, the trick is keeping it all as discreet as possible. We still need some of that money to bribe police to let the club continue. Otherwise its first swing and we're shut down."

He casually blew off the remains of his spectral snack through the same cracks in his mask as a thin black smoke.

[[ because metaphysical hellhound and also because ]]

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Ub. Someone Rayan ought to remember, certainly.

Rayan failed to see the problem with a fight club, and said so with posture. The biker honestly doubted a town run by vampires and demons would give a damn if a gang decided to spar with itself and the like. Casually the young member struck up a smoke.

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Benjamin slammed the gavel on the table once more. The meeting had passed quickly after those first few subjects and interruptions. It was a blur of subjects, votes and shouting until it ended with an abrupt and ear-shattering bang of the gavel hitting the table again and again. Benjamin rose a hand to massage his temple as he flung his hand towards the rest of the building.

"Go on, you're all dismissed. Someone get a hold of Noel, tell him if he ever walks out on a meeting, I'll chop his patches off." The dullahan slumped back in his seat and rose a smoke to his lips. "Fuckin' hell." The meeting could have been worse, but it could have better for the first official meeting since the original founders, it seemed that the club needed some weeding out.

Benjamin rose from his seat, running a hand across the surface and wandered back to his room.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Perro
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The headless horseman were all clad in green, holding out wicked blades, holding their collective heads under their arms, eyes burning with hatred. "The only way out of this cage was for you to disappear." One of the ghosts said, his horse arching high up in the air with it's hooves. "We may never reclaim our past lives now, fool." The other replied, tightening his grip on the black reigns of his rotting horse.


The loud banter of gunfire filled the air of the outskirts, a car screeching by another and slamming into it violently. "What the fuck was that?!" One of the men in the back screeched, the leather vest he wore marked him out as a Gae Ceann member. "I don't fuckin' know." The driver responded, pulling back the gear shift and letting the car shoot backwards, struggling to reach for his glock under the seat.

They rode down the bandits and lords alike that year. Their souls were reaped, their heads liberated and placed upon the horsemen's necks as a misguided attempt to regain their precious humanity. The riders split the very next year, seperating to the different countries to spread their curse.


The other car was filled with bikers, but not of the Gae Ceann MC or the local Invictus MC. They wore new vests, blue denim with bright white lettering that readout: 'The Axe MC' and bore single white hand ax emblems upon their backs and were armed to the teeth with a collection of pistols, sub-machine guns and a fully automatic rifle.

"Fuckin' pigs!" One of the Axe MC bikers called, leaning out the window and seating his butt on the wheeled down window and slamming a skinny hand on the top of the car, firing his AK wildly at the other car, shattering the glass and causing one of the Gae Ceann members to scream in pain as a bullet penetrated his chest.

The lonely path of the Dullahan spread to a single village upon a rock in northern Ireland. The creature rode upon the town relentlessly, with no purpose other than to kill and take heads, there were no longer any criminals to hunt, they'd been wiped out by all the slaughter, it'd scared the local villagers to obedience.

It didn't stop a man from stopping the headless rider in his tracks one night as he rode down the man's son, throwing the boy's carcass to the side and advancing upon the crying man. The boy was barely breathing when the man threw down the rider from his mighty perch and brought him low with nothing but rage.


"Fuck fuck fuck fu-." The driver mumbled under his breath, holding his bleeding chest in one hand and struggling with the torque of the wheel, throwing his pistol to the men in the back as they returned fire, various chains clinking against the car doors as leaned out of the windows to return fire with their collection of legal pistols.

One of the Gae Ceann MC members had dialed a phone number in his green mobile, putting it up to his ear as the gunshots echoed around him and it made his ears ring. "Hey! We need help! We're getting shot up a little bit past wing city, like, to the east man." There was another question, but the man couldn't hear, not with a bullet in his brain.

The man snatched the axe from the rider, bringing it down upon the headless body until it was nothing but broken chunks of meat and bone. It now looked as worse as it smelt. The boy had died, and there was nothing for the man to live for another few decades with that damn axe whispering in his head.

Benjaaaaamin.... You're one.... of us now.... RIDE.

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Character Portrait: Rayan Doyle Character Portrait: Noel Harrison Character Portrait: Kevyn Shikoba Conway Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley Character Portrait: Perro
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Maybe they thought nobody heard their distress call, because it felt like painful hours of shooting and ducking out of the way of more shots, the numbers dropping off on both sides, but not in equal measure. In reality, only a few minutes passed before the click of nails could be heard, thunderous, eclipsing the sound of gunfire and confusing the Axes more than anything. Both cars were stopped, shot out beyond working condition. Some of the Axes clambered out of their car as the Gae Ceann did theirs.

"What the fuck is this?" one asked, even as the thunder started to fade into nothingness. Whatever it was, it RAN RIGHT PAST THEM. "HA! Stupid mother fuc-AAAAGHHH!!"

The Axe found himself gripped painfully by the legs by the sudden appearance of a dog-skulled face attached to an even larger dog body, the beast's jaws crunching his legs like toothpicks before he was lifted into the air and flung off the street and into the brambles on one side of the road, alive, but only so he could watch as the monster came to his comrades' aide. And licked the next person to run at him up like a cube of meat, snatching and tossing up in the air and down his throat with a single motion.
"Fuck! Rhys!" the first man yelled ineffectively at the hellhound's sagging belly. But Rhys didn't respond, given Rhys had OTHER things to deal with now. Things like lack of breathable air, and stomach acid.

Perro snorted and moved towards the remaining Gae Ceann members, using his body more as a shield than anything as bullets peppered his fur and flesh. He grunted, the pain minor.
"You should start running. I don't know who else is coming, but either way, these clowns are fucked."

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#, as written by Marcus
Fucked these clowns most definitely were as Noel quickly arrived to the scene. The Cook came to a sliding skid and as if in one practiced move after another Noel produced his signature weapon, Mary a Colt 45, a revolver that had seen many battles like this and had left its mark on many who opposed the rules that were set in stone.

It seemed more like shock than anything else from the scum of the earth as those who remained standing looked at the newcomer with a bit of confusion and the only thing that was running through Noel's mind at this moment was something that came to him right as he pulled the trigger and watched as one of the Axe gang members was suddenly blown away by the force of the gun. "Who the fuck goes under the banner of "The Axe" sounds like a good way to get your head chopped off." It was with that said Noel simply took aim for yet another member and began to open fire on the poor sods hopping more would arrive to give a helping hand here.

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The Axe begun to take to the retreat, one of them jumping though a broken windshield and jamming his foot on the throttle only to slump onto the steering wheel when one of Nole's bullets found its way to his brain. The back of the car had started to produce puffs of white mist as more bullets hit the back, sprays of fire producing splats of a white powdery substance into the air.

One of the bikers on the right side took a whiff and coughed. "Coke." She blurted, a sharp crack and she stopped talking and slumped to the side of the car. The Axe member who shot her raised his assault rifle over his shoulders and laughed, throwing his empty rifle at them and ran around the side of their car.

There was only a couple of members left of the enemy gang, but the cocaine still didn't explain why they were here. One of the Gae Ceann members was hit with a pistol round to the shoulder and his shoulder slumped backwards but he kept walking across the road, using his one good hand to return fire from his revolver, thumbing the action with every expended bullet.

Then there was a screech as he was hit by a speeding truck, the beast of a vehicle gunned down the road, screeched to a blinding halt behind the firefight and the back opened up with a loud clang. The back of the truck was filled with more of the rival gang members, one of them was a middle aged man with a set of aryan tattoos around his forehead, he looked to Perro and grinned as he jumped off the back bumper.

It wouldn't be too long till the police arrived. Both sides had better finish this fast.

The Aryan brother advanced though the slew of bullets, slamming his fists together and split his skin and clothes like it was a suit and exposed the crimson skin and the demonic visage of something that didn't belong on this world, the asphalt beneath them cracked like it was expressing disgust as horns sprouted from his forehead

The rest of the Axe members behind him started to disembark from the back, returning fire with a collection of firearms. They'd have to get the entire Gae Ceann crew together to drive back these invaders fast enough before the cops arrived.

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Noel simply cringed a bit as a bullet flew past his face and though he did not wish to die he knew he had to defend his brothers and deal with these bastards who were clearly not on their own turf. This was one Hell of a fight and with little to no other backup things started to get a lot more sketchy as one man was killed by a truck that was hosting more of the Axe gang and what appeared to be a rather big red bastard.

More shots were fired and when Noel began to dismount his bike just to meet these numbers head. It was however within a few seconds on firing at the big red dude that a sickening thud could be heard as a bullet found its way towards Cook and a rather decent sized hole was blow clean off from his chest on his leather jacket revealing nothing but sheets of paper and were the bullet had landed. "You dirty fucking pricks!" Noel shouted as the papers beneath his jacket began to move and take form into what appeared to be sharp looking spikes that protruded from his own body. Noel hated the fact that he had to use his abilities but there was little time to fuck around and there was nothing he was willing to lose at this point.

With nothing more than impulse alone the spikes drove themselves forward revealing that Noel kept all kinds of paper on his person as more and more seemed to flow out from his jacket and clothes and even some from his bag and bike were he kept his own files and books he loved to read. Several of the Axe members would find themselves in a rather bloody mess as they would be held high up above the ground with paper shoved through them that was as strong as steel.

"Perro help me take this fuck down!" Noel shouted as he pointed his revolver at the big dude who he was sure was the one who ruined his jacket. Some of the paper spikes would return to Noel and form a protective wall before him as he began to reload Mary in hopes of putting a few holes through this blokes skull.

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Perro watched as the remaining members of the Gae Ceann were picked off. Stupid kids. STUPID. KIDS. Didn't he say to book it? This is what they got for ignoring the orders of a direct superior. He spared a glance at the Axe's hellboy leader and snorted, then spat the sopping, stinking, shredded Axe MC cuts that Rhys had been wearing, digestive fluid having almost completely lifted the patch and painted names off. Symbolic, given Rhys was nothing more than a bubbling mass of meat and bone at this point.
It was a warning, not one he expected the red guy to HEED, but still.

"Two steps to the left, mate," he mumbled at Noel before vanishing.

It was quiet, leaving Noel and the Big Guy to their own devices, even as the cook gave the other Axes the papercuts of doom. But the air rumbled as something rather large and airborne hurtled towards the demon in question.
SURPRISE! TRUCK!

God help the man that was probably still in the front cab of it when Perro connected his lunge with the side of the vehicle, sending it spiraling, flying to land with a loud CRUNCH hopefully on top of its target. Perro didn't carry weapons typically; He was a living, breathing, horrible weapon. He leapt onto the crushed remnants of the truck and started to shred it with ebony claws and steak-knife teeth, to the horror of anybody that was broken and still inside the back of the vehicle.

Screaming, sure, until it was silenced with another crunch.
He lifted his head, maw bloody, with shrapnel and bullet wounds flecking his sides and full belly, and snarled at the demon, whenever he showed his ugly head again.

The Gae Ceann's pet Hound, ladies and gentleman.