Species: Half-Demon.
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William McCreedy
English/Irishman.
0 · 201 views · located in 
Tauvyr Tavern
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Patcharoo, as played by Arcayne
Description
An often dull eyed individual, almost always grinning, mad in face with rough hair and what appears to be an officer's hat. His fangs are sharpened down to a point, already a good sign of his nature. He dresses well with a tie and suit, often going to efforts to maintain an appearance of a respectable individual. Still, great bags hand under his eyes, a sign of his constantly tired state.
Species: Half-Demon.
Species: Half-Demon.
Personality
Sarcastic, loud and quick to violence, William grew up in the pubs of England. There he learnt how to fight and gained a love for drinking. He doesn't seem very bright, and maybe he isn't, but that's more a result of condition and upbringing than choice. He was involved in some rioting and gang violence more than once on the streets of Liverpool. Lives in an on the top floor, with the most possible vibration proofed walls he can get. Has developed a case of OCD to repetitive sounds.
Equipment
William carries a straight edged razor, always handy to slit a throat should the need arise. He also has developed a strange power, a certain sensativity to vibrations, and the ability to control them. The extents of this ability have never been tested, but from what can be seen William can detect small vibrations across a room. This has only exacerbated his OCD.
History
William grew up in Liverpool and is a proud supporter of their football team. At the age of fifteen he was introduced to drinking. By the time he was sixteen and allowed into pubs he already knew what alcohols he liked and how to have a good time. He found drinking was the best way to deal with his little problem of insomnia, and as a result finds himself constantly unconscious on the road side.
So begins...
William McCreedy's Story
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Into the bar went a man, not just a man but an Irishman, and not just an Irishman, but also an Englishman. This bastard Britain was practically trudging his way across the bar with a stupid half-lidded grin on his face, showing off his sharpened pearly whites.
"Oi!" he called out in the direction of the bar, "Can I get a pint o' beer?" He slapped down a fiver on the counter and dropped into a chair, his shoulders drooping, but his smile staying. He was all too painfully aware of the machines outside with their constantly loud noises and presence. He rubbed at his eye irritably.
"Oi!" he called out in the direction of the bar, "Can I get a pint o' beer?" He slapped down a fiver on the counter and dropped into a chair, his shoulders drooping, but his smile staying. He was all too painfully aware of the machines outside with their constantly loud noises and presence. He rubbed at his eye irritably.
William looked stressed.
The great big dark bags under his eyes did no justice to how tired he was, nor did the current twitching on his smiling face do justice to the irritation he felt. And by god could he feel. The explosions that ripped through the bar bugged him from two bloody streets down, causing him to come investigate. "Can you wankers stop wit'cher noise makin'?" he said, though it was none too loud. At this point it was a polite request.
The great big dark bags under his eyes did no justice to how tired he was, nor did the current twitching on his smiling face do justice to the irritation he felt. And by god could he feel. The explosions that ripped through the bar bugged him from two bloody streets down, causing him to come investigate. "Can you wankers stop wit'cher noise makin'?" he said, though it was none too loud. At this point it was a polite request.
It was the little things that really bugged William, causing him to twitch as he stepped across the bar in a steady stride towards Axel and Iradei. He seemed oblivious that some great and powerful struggle was going on, mostly because he seemed incredibly tired and utterly drunk. Slipping from his sleeve came a straight-edged razor as he stalked in the mens direction. Yes the little things. The things he could sense immensely.
Now behind Iradei, assuming the man hadn't turned around, Will would reach up with his straight edged razor and slash downwards for the mans wing, trying to slice it off, or at least put a big gash in it. He was oh so ungodly aware of all motion in the air, and he wanted to cut someone to pieces.
It would have been an amazing thing for William to swing a slicing implement with enough hacking force to shatter on something solid. No, much more likely the blade would slide down the mans back without having any affect, if he truly couldn't have his flesh parted by something sharp. And if no blood was drawn, and William was rather ignored, there would be an unpleasant follow up.
Never deterred, the English-Irishman reached for one of the wings and placed the blade to the edge, as, afterall, he had been ignored the first time, why would they notice the second time? He would drag the blade down and at the same time he would release a powerful vibration through the air, not to shove the man about, but to cause the joint of wing to body to vibrate so much it would split apart on its own.
Never deterred, the English-Irishman reached for one of the wings and placed the blade to the edge, as, afterall, he had been ignored the first time, why would they notice the second time? He would drag the blade down and at the same time he would release a powerful vibration through the air, not to shove the man about, but to cause the joint of wing to body to vibrate so much it would split apart on its own.
"Hurt? Oh, pretty boy," said William, flicking his razor about in the air theatrically, "I'm going to show you hell before this through." He wore the largest of smiles, showing off a series of filed down teeth. The sharpness of his teeth was not natural, that was for sure. He seemed mostly oblivious to any talk of angels or demons, and he was definitely slurring his words, but even in his ungodly tired eyes there was a hint of danger.
William strolled over to the bar with a sense of casuality, drawing out his lighter as he picked up a bottle of something strong, before he headed back towards the divine and unholy beings. He removed the lid of the drink with his thumb, taking a hefty swig before he arrived at the fight.
"'Ello chaps. Mind if I join the party?"
There was a vibration in the air around the man, manic eyes staring for all those involved.
"'Ello chaps. Mind if I join the party?"
There was a vibration in the air around the man, manic eyes staring for all those involved.
William leant in. "Well, if yas don' stop ya noise makin', I might 'afta stop yas meself," mixed accent on full display as he spoke. The bottle hung loosely in his grip, and he casually click-click-clicked with his lighter.
"Oi, asshole," Will shouted towards Iradei, "Are ye listening or are ya just too busy thinkin' about pretty girls?" He was painfully still aware of the whipsers, despite how they may have sounded. He was quick to raise the bottle and swing it for the individuals heda, trying to smash it on the back of him. "Shut up!" he barked.
Noticing that the man was apparently invulnerable to blunt force trauma, cutting and fire, William resorted back to what had worked before, raising a hand to place it on the man and send vibrations violently ripping through his body. The vibrations would have the simple effect of having a body tear from the inside out, like an explosion of flesh and muscle rippiling around inside his form.
It was violent, it was messy and it was sadistic, but apparently it was what had to be done to get noticed.
It was violent, it was messy and it was sadistic, but apparently it was what had to be done to get noticed.
A tired looking figure shambled into the bar with a wide grin on his face showing off his lovely sharpened pearly whites. Dark bags hung under his eyes, a result of relentless insomnia. The stress showed on his features, which were a mix between happy, tired and psychotic. He shambled towards the bar counter and took a seat, fist slapping the screen to order a beer. "Oh I'd kill for a pint," muttered the English-Irishman.
William gave off a brief, "Ha," before his drink arrived and he raised it for a sip. "Ah, fuck me that's good. I've been waitin' fer this all day." He shook his head. "Bin workin'," he said with a nod, "No rest fer the wicked, as they say."
"Fook no," said the man, "Professional psychopath. I go around robbing people on the streets. Not really, I do a bit of murder on the side but I'm mostly just a gang member, workin' to earn my pieace.
Creak,Creak,Creak. Those were the sounds of William McCreedy coming down the stair's to the bar, he had earplugs in, as he was sensitive to vibrations and the earplugs sort of worked, he looked around and sat at the bar, and ordered some Whiskey.
William McCreedy looked over at Dyew and sent a vibration to disrupt him from listening to what the people were saying, he drank some of his whiskey, and looked at Dyew. "Oi! didn't anyone eve' tel' you that it was rude' to isten' int' conversation's!" he said with an sigh.
"Ai, whatever, you're boring anyway" McCreedy said and got up, walking back to his hotel room on the top floor.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Tauvyr Tavern
Behind the counter slumped against a stool was the body of William McCreedy. The strange man had once again fallen asleep here so drunk it was incredibly that he was able to remember how to breathe.
The entrance of the TV headed man startled him and he looked up not sure if he was dreaming or not as he stretched back cracking the bones in his arms and shoulders, "'ello laddy or lass...not quite sure which one ye are. Perhaps y'ere niehter." He chuckled to himself looking into the eight bit eyes with a strange sense of fascination. William stood up and moved closer taking a swig from the bottle of gin he still hadn't finished from the previous night, "'Ow bout a drink eh?" he slammed a hand against the closest table smiling to show off his sharpened teeth.
The entrance of the TV headed man startled him and he looked up not sure if he was dreaming or not as he stretched back cracking the bones in his arms and shoulders, "'ello laddy or lass...not quite sure which one ye are. Perhaps y'ere niehter." He chuckled to himself looking into the eight bit eyes with a strange sense of fascination. William stood up and moved closer taking a swig from the bottle of gin he still hadn't finished from the previous night, "'Ow bout a drink eh?" he slammed a hand against the closest table smiling to show off his sharpened teeth.
William seemed to frown at having to finish off his Gin alone, "No alcohol? how can ye be living like that!?!" The hulking figure shook his head and headed back to the counter to see what they had...certainly no motor oil back there. "I doubt they keep motor oil out here, perhaps in the garage nearby or I suppose you could 'borrow' some from a vehicle out in the parking lot!" William seemed to find that more hilarious than it actually was.
"Anyhow, what're ye doing here? this place is pretty much dead. Not even a band here to keep ya entertained though I do have to ask, d'ya get any good signal on that thing?" He asked nodding towards the TV which appeared to be the beings head.
"Anyhow, what're ye doing here? this place is pretty much dead. Not even a band here to keep ya entertained though I do have to ask, d'ya get any good signal on that thing?" He asked nodding towards the TV which appeared to be the beings head.
The hulking man nodded impressed at the way Cortez simply ignored the pain and gluggled down a little gin. "William." He said stretching out a hand before settling down into a chair still a little shocked by Cortez's actions.
"I tell ye lad not many would've done what ye just have, bravery is something to be proud of!" he yelled as he swigged down half of his own bottle and chuckled aloud, this was the only other person he'd seen in this bar for a few months now...everyone else seemed to have just packed up and left so naturally, "Tell me Cortez, did ya see anyone else on yer travels to this Tavern?" the question slipped out like a lose cork on a bottle. William leaned forwards as he awaited the answer and his facial expression for the first time in a good few years appeared to be a serious one full of anticipation and calculation.
"I tell ye lad not many would've done what ye just have, bravery is something to be proud of!" he yelled as he swigged down half of his own bottle and chuckled aloud, this was the only other person he'd seen in this bar for a few months now...everyone else seemed to have just packed up and left so naturally, "Tell me Cortez, did ya see anyone else on yer travels to this Tavern?" the question slipped out like a lose cork on a bottle. William leaned forwards as he awaited the answer and his facial expression for the first time in a good few years appeared to be a serious one full of anticipation and calculation.
Winne didn't bother waiting for a response, taking a seat specifically across the table from Awinita. She eyeballed the sharp dressed gentleman for a brief moment, raised a brow at the cat, before sticking an audio recorder on the table.
Ulrich Paternosta stepped into the warm interior of the tavern. He gave it a quick scan and grunted. She wasn't anywhere in sight; good. There was something off with Ms. Tauvyr as of late. More off than usual.
Stone and Boyle followed in shortly after. The pair of vampires sort of taking in the sights of a rather rich looking drinking hole. "Nice. Nice. Hey Stones! They got the nice chairs! Take a peep at them!" Boyles made his way over to a table. A chair with rich velvet cushions that he ran along his hand. "Look at that. Feel that. Good right?"
Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.
"Ish fine." He said bluntly. He moved to the sight. Taking in a strong nostril fill of something. Hm.
"That one." he pointed to a bottle behind the counter. A cup? "No. That one." The whole bottle? Okay... He uncorked it and began to drink it very greedily.
Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.
"Ish fine." He said bluntly. He moved to the sight. Taking in a strong nostril fill of something. Hm.
"That one." he pointed to a bottle behind the counter. A cup? "No. That one." The whole bottle? Okay... He uncorked it and began to drink it very greedily.
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