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Jack Ceann

Vice President for the Gae Ceann. Who happens to be an angry streetfighter and casual werewolf.

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

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The original Gae Ceann: An exclusive club of paranormal and normal entities which are brought together for their love of one another, their motorbikes and the underground crime world.

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"Mate, ain't got no fuckin' business messing with the Gae Ceann, eh?"

Jack is a bad judge of character. A muscled, sleek brawler who hails from the streets. A life of fighting for scraps of food, stabbings and gangs. It didn't take long for Jack to drift though the many gangs, making more enemies than he did friends, which contributed to his daily workouts as he fought them all off.

Jack has unnaturally high stamina, pain threshold and muscles for a man who should be fresh out of university. The fighter has been travelling between underground fighting rings for a very long time now, feeling more than slave than a worker.

Jack has greasy long hair, thick stubble and a chipped right tooth. The words; 'Gae Ceann' are tattooed into his right shoulder, there is a large '3' in Gothic print on his neck and upon his back is a large vibrant green skull, atop the skull are the words 'Gae Ceann' in large gothic print and 'Vice President' underneath the skull. Jack likes to only ever wears a belt of 6.62 ammunition around his waist and cargo pants. There is also a large machete on his waist.

Quite an edgy fashion statement for a biker boy.

All that fighting in the rings, the violent crimes and outcast behaviour eventually led him to the Gae Ceann. Jack now works as newb-lube for the fresh prospects and fighting ring 'scam'. Jack always wins, all his biker buddies have to do is bet on him.

So begins...

Jack Ceann's Story

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Jack came stumbling in in handcuffs, guided by four officers of the law. The cells were roaring with attention, with cat-calls and screams of 'fuck the gae ceann!' or just screaming and the rattling of prison-cell doors. The orange trousers trailed across the floor, the shirtless criminal was thrown against a wall and the two officers held him against it while they opened the door to Lazarus' cell.

"You got a new partner." One of the officers said, keeping a grip on his gun before they hauled Jack into the cell and slammed it shut behind him.

"Sup?" Jack said, eying the vampire.

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann

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Lazarus grinned, a wide sharp-toothed grin at his apparent new cell mate. So much for a private holding room,but what could be expected of the WCPD. They were as capable as any other human worker.

"What're you doing in my cage little hume?, Can't ya see I'm busy talking to my lady friend." He somewhat taunted from his laying down position. He wasn't going to try and frighten this one, he had failed with the cell across the room and he wasn't going to bother with a new person.

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Jack was impossible to frighten, as would any being that could turn into a few tons of fury, claws and teeth. Jack pried off his shackles and threw them over his shoulder in the confined cell. This was setup, it was meant to be a private cell, but a few bribes here and there and some favors from the Gae Ceann convinced some guards it was to their health is they did this one little thing.

"You're gonna wish I was human, mate." Jack had cracked his knuckles outside the prison, so he made a prayer sign and leaned down to look upon Lazarus, bending down and grinning.

"Isn't someone a bad boy?"

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"If you wanna to save your soul from hell..." Jack begun, his mouth filled with sharpened teeth. "The little pussy can't fight without his powers, listen bloodsucker, without that..." The fighter pointed at the sword. "I'd hazard a guess that Bloodwheel becomes Bloodless." The Vice-President continued, bringing his fists up in a boxing position.

"Still a killer without the emo shit?"

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Jack charged forward, swinging a fist up in an uppercut with enough force to shatter ribs and break stone. Jack had several years of cage-fighting, street-fighting and simple brawling in his blood. This guy liked to talk a lot of shit, he wasn't too surprised, a lot of vampire fighters did that. Jack wished that wasn't so true, and inadvertently laughed.

The walls were confined around them, it'd take an amazing level of agility to dodge a blow and the bed was taking up a lot of room. The other thing was that the electronic cameras were now facing the walls, as if hiding their electronic gaze.

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Jack clutched his left fist, and swung his elbow towards the kick. An elbow strike to the offending leg in a non-powered situation would shatter the shin and definitely allow Jack in for the killing blows. This wasn't a cage-fight however, this was life or death now. The fighter swung himself forward and went for a suplex, hoping to use the beings own strength against him, if the grapple succeeded.

Lazarus would find himself heading face-first for the concrete floor, if it failed; He'd leave himself open for an attack on his unguarded legs.

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"Cheat." Jack growled, punching the flat side of the blade and yowling. The fighter pulled back and crouched over, slamming his back against the wall and the sounds of bone's cracking and distorting. Jack screamed loudly, his arms stretched into lanky, clawed appendages. The legs inverted at the knees, and there was a mass of growls and snarling as the newly transformed werewolf who stood at 14ft, unable to stand fully inside the cell.

Jack was smart enough to avoid the sword and make a hasty grab for recovering Lazarus' arm.

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Jack cowered against the wall as the force flooded the room and sent quite a few bits of rubble flying from the walls, and the prisoners outside screamed and writhed like crazy, they sensed the fight going on here. Jack blocked the sword slash with his right arm, the shaggy hide protecting him from the vicious edge, leaving a nasty purple bruise underneath the brown fur.

The werewolf unleashed an attack of his own, thrusting forward and trying to pin Lazarus against the bed with a flurry of vertical slashes from his clawed hands.

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The werewolf did indeed falter, bringing up his hands in a pitiful attempt to block his enemies flurry. A few gouges formed on his shaggy hide, howling in pain. The werewolf screamed an ear-splitting cry and stormed back against the door, scrabbling against the door. After the flurry finished, the werewolf struck out with a headbutt, snarling.

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Jack ducked down and adjusted his twisted legs underneath him and lunged forward, claws outstretched from underneath the heaving cleave. There would be no flurry of blows, just a vicious X shaped strike from both limbs, below the anticipated strike. Lazarus was wanted by the Dentente, and they'd get him, Jack was planning on making damn sure of that.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann

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At that moment, a burst of kinetic power resonated through the cell between Lazarus and Jack, attempting to force them apart. The jeers of the prisoners quieted to a degree as two uniformed figures made their way towards the chamber in which the pair were being held. Tanya and Marissa, twin red-headed psychics, narrowed their eyes in unison at the commotion.

'Stop this at once.' Marissa's voice played into the minds of the two combatants sternly.

Tanya's eyes searched around for any officers who should have been responding to the scene, but it seemed as though whoever had gotten Jack into Lazarus' cell had been thorough about those who were responsible for this section of the jail. They were all conveniently absent.

'How did they even end up in the same cell? Who put the new one here?' Tanya mentally voiced incredulously to her sister.

'Someone who's not getting a promotion any time soon.' was Marissa's dry response.

The implacable silence of the twins was something that had earned them a reputation of being creepily intimidating amongst many of the criminals in the station, not to mention some of the officers themselves.

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Great...first he his stomache was torn apart by this were-prick and now he was being forced against the walls while he bled-out...he couldn't even use the blood this way.

"Fuck...off...I'm...*cough*..I'm going to blow this bastard apart." He growled,coughing up heavy ammounts of blood,his weapon Rishamel and all the runes upon his body glowing like the timer on a bomb. He was planning to blow up his weapon it seemed,maybe even himself if it meant killing his cell-mate.

"Wheres...the android?" He spluttered out.

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The wolf whined, not used to the feeling of being forced back by the unknown. Jack stumbled backwards, panting. The biker felt the wall behind him with his clawed appendages and eyed the new threat, and the old one with healthy wariness. The were-beast continued to growl and pant like a stray dog, forcing himself to move forward, claw outstretched.

Jack hadn't heard of the twins, and he didn't like them interfering in Gae Ceann business.

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'Which one?' Tanya conveyed to Lazarus curiously, before answering her own question with a quick brush against the man's surface thoughts. 'Aiedail? Last I heard she was responding to an attack on the Spaceport.'

'None of your business.' Marissa corrected with a piercing glance at Tanya. 'We're going to have to extract you to receive medical attention and relocate you. I don't suppose you can tell us anything about your new cellmate, can you? We seem to have been left out of the loop on this one.'

No words were spared for Jack just yet, he was assumed subdued and the twins' attention directed to Lazarus' condition.

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The werewolf slammed a foot down onto the concrete, the kinetic force had been a large degree of force but it still wasn't far enough to completely nullify all that had been done to get to this man, this one important gang-related hit. A make or breaker for the newly instated Gae Ceann, this had to be done, all of this was reflected on by the vice-president as he knelt down, preparing for another vicious lunge.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann

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"Either he was sent by The Detente to take me out, Or some stray dog I kicked the teeth out of when he was causing trouble in Tauvyr Tavern...He used by last name..*cough*..Nobody know's that but them and him.." He grumbled out,his aura being used entirely to seal his blood inside his body so he didn't just bleed-out.

He stared down his cellmate angrily, what the hell WAS this asshole doing here?
"This...was supposed to be a private cell...Guards drop him off with barely...cuffs, Probably black-mailed...or bribed em..sorry about the mess." He growled, just as the man seemed to prepare for another assault,His aura was dead and gone and the damn twins had him pinned against a wall. These police were more effective then the wolf was at getting people killed.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Evianna was urgently told to be here. And so she made it to the scene as quickly as possible. Swiftly sliding into the scene she would hastily take out her shot gun and aim at one of the agents. Aiming, she fired for either of their legs, hitting or not did not matter, getting their attention did. "Well well well. Your skins would be most helpful to wear." She said with a sullen tone to her voice. Licking her lips as she studied the two, imagining what their flesh might taste like.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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The building pressure on the kinetic force drew Marissa's attention to Jack. 'Get the vampire out.' she conveyed to her sister, who complied wordlessly. The door of the cell swung open seemingly unprompted, and a nudge of psychic force pushed Lazarus towards the exit.

Marissa turned her mind on the werewolf, then. 'Don't try anything stupid. You're deep in the heart of a police station filled with trained officers with guns, powers and magic. We can have a lot of backup here very quickly, to give you a very bad time. I advise you stay there in that cell and try not to cause any more trouble.'

The approach of another unknown presence did not escape the psychic's notice. With only a momentary thought spared for how the hell the girl had managed to get there, Tanya threw up a barrier around herself and her sister. A good job, too, as it caught the bullet she fired at them.

The redheaded girls narrowed their eyes, remaining visibly silent, until a mental broadcast echoed out throughout the station. 'All officers present, there is a situation taking place in the Section C Holding Cells. We request immediate backup, be warned that there is an armed criminal loose.'

Each drew a gun from the holsters at their hips. 'You really want to take on an entire police force on their home turf?' Tanya challenged Evianna telepathically.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Jack hadn't realized how much of a problem Evianna's lateness had caused, but she had arrived just in time to save his hide from prison, and maybe pull off this not-so-professional hit. The problem with going up against these WPCD types were that they always thought the prison was their turf, where everybody was happy to go on death-row, or serve their sentence in peace.

Somebody had let them in, the bikers that is and made his escape. They put Jack in the cell, this was as much criminal turf as it was police turf.

With no barrier to stop him, the prepared pounce was unleashed with the trained finesse of a killer. A scampering charge of rage and claws covered the distance easily at the fleeing Lazarus, even with his psychic push. The claws scratched the ground and the werewolf leaped into the air, claws positioned upwards on his target to run his enemy though with those nasty claws, all propelled by those rock-solid back-legs.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Lazarus flashed one last grin at Jack, Even giving him a small two-fingered salute as his weapon. Still in the cell,glowed brightly and unleashed its fury...in an odd form.

Dozens and dozen's of aura-covered steel chains began to whip at and encase his foe, seeming to stream from the weapon,pulling him back towards the blade, The reason he had been so weak wasn't just the small space or the ridiculous strength of his foe, He'd been keeping those chains there ever since he set foot in this damned cell. Trying to keep the stupid things useful. It would take a great force to break them...he hoped. It was his last little trick.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Evianna scoffed as a wicked grin peered on her face. The telepathic words that went through her head confused her for a moment, but she spoke out loud nonetheless. "Hah, I'm not here for you and your pigs. As long as I get the job done," the female shapeshifter shifted properly in front of the two; quickly and swiftly aiming her acid bullet loaded shotgun at Bloodwheel who seemed to be brawling with Jack and instantly fired twice at his chest and thigh, if successful, the acid would begin to burn and eat away at his flesh. Although when aiming it would look as though she was aiming for the two agents, but in fact she obviously wasn't. Hopefully it might have tricked them.
Taking a step aside would look a lot faster than it should have as she made sure to move out of their sight for a moment in case they attempted to attack straight after she fired. Glancing over at Jack to see how he was doing. He didn't seem to be in any serious condition, yet. Hopefully her shots would hit but she wasn't positive things would end in their favour even if the shots did hit.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Deceiving a psychic was as easy as it sounded - not very. Despite the visual cues, it was the surface mental cues that dictated the twins' response. Playing catch with bullets was a taxing task, however, and not one that either Tanya or Marissa wanted to be caught up in for too long. As a result Tanya turned her attention on Evianna's gun itself. Psychic force assaulted the weapon, twisting the barrel and contorting it to the point where it was unable to fire.

At that point, a booming voice echoed down the corridor from the direction of the main station, as an imposingly tall woman stepped into view. With grey, slightly scaled skin, her long brown hair adorned with a number of golden bands and a long tail lashing along the ground behind her, the dragonkin Captain surveyed the situation with an angry gaze. "Drop your weapons!" she commanded sharply, as more officers appeared at her back. "This is over. Those of you not already meant to be locked up are under arrest."

Lightning crackled between her fingertips, as though she were daring them to defy her.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Evianna glared at the interfering agents and placed her shotgun back where it belonged. Then they had more company. This really bugged her. Rolling her eyes at the tall woman she spoke "are you really that fucking stupid?" A smug look would be seen on her face as she swiftly pulled out her Duel Pistols, spinning them casually around her fingers for a moments then aimed so suddenly at two random officers, firing the bullets would almost definitely hit, it was a quite sudden shot as she moved quicker to the eyes of most people. If successful, the two officers would most likely be killed with a head shot unless they weren't human and such. "Don't test us." Evianna said bluntly before appearing in the blink of an eye at a sign that read 'Emergency Release' with a sadistic smirk she would return a pistol to its holster and swiftly flip out her skinning knife; jabbing it in through the case protecting the button and activating the release. All the prisoners would be released.

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Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Evianna Hartley

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Jack howled in frustration as the chains bound him, the buckshot stinging his hide with the splash back of acid, hissing though the shielded chains and the werewolf broke free, sending chains flying. Jack pushed further into the cell that was only designed for one prisoner, slamming the door behind him and spreading his huge gait across the exit, almost daring his enemy to get closer, holding one injured arm against his chest.

They'd both suffered wounds, but Jack was determined to win this one despite heavy police involvement. The door woudn't lock behind him, since the release had caught. The prisoners were probably swarming out in a swathe of angry hornets with the intention of stinging the fuck out of everything that was related to their imprisonment. A random factor in the fight.

The werewolf lunged forward again, links of chain hanging from his body. The slash aimed for the neck of his opponent, a full intention of killing Lazarus. Single-handled, he promised himself that holy retribution would be invoked on any who interrupted this, WPCD or not.

The Vankoryth Detente would get what they wanted.

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The button that Evianna had pressed was, contrary to what she may have expected, not a 'emergency release' button. Whilst undoubtedly somewhere deep in the bowels of the station in one of the security offices there was a security console - protected by layers of authorisation and passcodes - with the ability to trigger such a drastic measure in case of flooding, fire, or nuclear assault (depending on the day of the week), having it sitting out in the corridor protected by a flimsy case would be ... well, silly.

Instead, Evianna had triggered the fire alarm.

There was a brief silence, before water from the sprinklers started to pitter-patter down on them rather anti-climatically, and the alarm started to wail incessantly, much to the dismay of the prisoners in their cells, who had been enjoying the show but who now were soaked and subject to an annoying siren.

It did however, put a damper (haha) on Ysai's intentions to utilise lightning magic. The bullets that the girl fired hit the helmets of the officers behind her, cracking the visors and forcing them to retreat due to lack of vision, but they were quickly replaced. Instead, the dragonkin Captain gestured irritably at the wall. The stone shifted, as two arms of rock reached out in an attempt to grab Evianna's arms and pin her.

In the meantime, Marissa's attention had returned to the fight in the cells, and she directed a burst of telekinetic force at Jack in an effort to shove him away from Lazarus. Tanya's mind sought out for a second time the guns that Evianna held, this time hoping to wrench them from her grasp and toss them safely into the ranks of the WCPD officers now filling the corridor.

The officers levelled rifles at Evianna, setting their phasers ammunition to 'stun', and fired. A barrage of specialised bullets designed to barely break the skin, but deliver a shocking and disabling pulse upon impact that would leave most people incapacitated in much the same way as a taser - just harder to dodge.