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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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"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 fought for control of his body as he was thrown unceremoniously out of the tavern, apparently being a boisterous drunk with a wolfish appetite was a bad thing. "Hey! I'll kill your goddamn grandmother, bitch!" Jack yelled as he slammed down onto the street out the front, pulling a middle finger at the tavern before stumbling back off down to his clubhouse.

Jack was singing something related to Red-Riding Hood.

The setting changes from Tauvyr Tavern to East Lanterna Way

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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Jack watched them from above, smoking and writing down something in a journal as he relaxed on the roof. This was his favorite perch, with his back to the night sky. The werewolf took a sip of something clear from the bottle next to him and kept writing. Those outsiders smelled different from the rest, but they always did.

If they were coming for a drink, they wouldn't have taken three vehicles. Unless they were retarded.

"Fuckin' idiots." Jack breathed, staring.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: The Guatrau Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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The three cars slowly drove off, leaving David to do what he does best.

The setting changes from East Lanterna Way to Cursed Wood

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Character Portrait: Maurana Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Victor Krouse
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A few hours later the ground was once again disturbed by something else, the dirt was pushed aside by a pale hand and the moonlight caught on a chain hanging from the pants of the biker that had been mentioned offhandedly before. Jack wasn't too far off her trail now, he could smell her and that hybrid, if only faintly.

"They've been here." Jack spat, crouching down and picking up a shred of Victor's shirt. Jack brought it up to his nose and breathed in the smell and threw it on the ground, he'd caught the scent now. Jack let himself smile, stuffing the shirt fragment into his back pocket and went back for his bike.

The hunt was on.

The setting changes from Cursed Wood to East Lanterna Way

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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As the vehicles drove off, David made his way inside.

The setting changes from East Lanterna Way to Gae Ceann Clubhouse

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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David shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat as he stepped just inside the bar. Calculated eyes searched the patrons as he activated a pair of shock grenades and tossed them into the room. The first landed in the open floor as it rolled a few feet and detonated, and the second was tossed to land behind the bar-counter.

The black spherical objects briefly emitted an output of intense light and sound, and those caught within their radius were swift to crumble to the floor unconscious - though alive.

Those that managed to instinctively take cover were spared the debilitating effects of the grenades, though David was quick in throwing his coat off to reveal the heavy arsenal of weapons beneath. It was the plasma pistol that he unholstered to fire a shot into the chest of one of the bartenders - a young woman that had been unfortunate enough to be outside of the blast radius of the shock grenades.

The thought briefly crossed his mind that it seemed a waste to kill the young woman, but he didn't relish the thought of her going for that gun that hung above the bar.

He extended his left hand out towards the stairway with his palm raised to unleash a wave of kinetic force from the device on his hand should anyone attempt to enter the bar from that route, and the pistol he turned on the entryway to open fire should the bouncer, Hark, make an appearance.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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As David made his way into the bar, a single black Rolls screeched to a halt outside. Should Hark still be outside as the chaos ensued inside, four mobsters emerged from the windows and opened fire with Disruptor RCW assault rifles. It was like an epilepsy light show as brilliant and rapid flashes of green light lit up the front of the clubhouse as the Ha'la'tha mobsters tore into it from outside.

On the inside streaks of green seared through walls and windows alike, screaming and crackling as they splintered furniture, stone wall, and wooden decor.

The black car suddenly drove off, tires screeching as it made it's way down the street, Sam Adama waiting in a third black sedan parked in an alleyway across the road.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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The projectiles whistled though the air, chipping off flakes of concrete from the entrance and scorching windows. The people that weren't taken out by the shock grenades were shouting, a majority of them were bikers and they were hauling themselves into cover and dragging the stunned or shot into the cover, it was a frantic display.

Benjamin looked up from his desk. The President got to his feet, pulling a hatchet from the nearby rack and sliding it though his waistband, taking up a shotgun and racking the pump as a shell filled with bone fragments, human nails and teeth was shoved into the chamber with a loud click.

Hark wasn't stupid, he hit the floor and as soon as they drove off, he hit the entrance and slammed his back into the corner, taking a few deep breaths and peeking around the corner, that was a lot of damage these assholes were inflicting. Hark held a hand infront of his face and fired blindly at the chains supporting the large motorbike hanging from the roof, which promptly snapped and begun to fall, hopefully landing on David's face.

At the same time somebody dived off the balcony, tearing off his jacket and letting the wolf take over, hitting the concrete and scampering off after the car, following the noises and smells. The wolf quickly gained, leaping up onto a roof and aiming for a leap unto the black car's roof, six inch claws looking for a solid grip.

Benjamin begun to break into a run for the stairs down into the bar.

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Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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As the car continued down the road, one of the Mobsters caught sight of the werewolf chasing them. With a brief exchange in Tauron, the Car accelerated even harder, as the wolf descended with an audible clunk on the roof.

"What the frak?" One of the Mobsters said, growling as he looked back, a third Mobster holding up his Disruptor RCW And firing through the roof, sending searing bolts of green up through the roof at the Werewolf as the car jerked and swerved to shake the creature off.

Alongside the black car, a white pickup pulled up similar to Cally's. It was however unmarked. The white clad mercenary swiveling his rotary plasma cannon on the back, and holding down the trigger. The weapon barked it's report and sent a flurry of superheated plasma, with the intent on either killing, maiming or harming the wolf, or at the very least, force him off the car.

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Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Jack Ceann Character Portrait: Hark Character Portrait: David Agmon
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David heard the screech of car tires before he heard the opening gunfire and he knew well what it meant. He dropped to the floor, just as much in the line of fire as the other occupants of the building. With his back to the wall and the windows overhead, he was under the spray of plasma, but bits of broken glass, charred wood, and chips of concrete rained down around him until at last the vehicles drove off leaving a moment of silence in their wake.

The silence was short lived as both David and Hark went into motion.

David's eyes followed the line of trajectory from Hark's guns to the chains overhead. He dove forward from his position against the wall to take cover behind the length of the bar. He took only a moment to withdraw another grenade from his belt to toss over the length of the counter. As it detonated in a bright flash of light and sound, he rose back to his feet and turned to return fire on Hark in a spray of plasma bolts.

Benjamin's appearance in the stairway would be met with a wave of kinetic force from David's open palm that if it struck would lift him up and toss him back against the steps like a rag-doll. Within the narrow confines of the stairway the focused pulse of kinetic force from the device on David's hand would be difficult to physically evade as there was nowhere to take cover from it.