Post by Benjamin Benson on Nov 3, 2009 17:05:05 GMT
Player’s Name: You can just call me Ben
Player's Gender: N/A
Roleplay Experience: 6+ years
Name: Benjamin Thackery Benson
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Standing at a rough height of 6’2” Benjamin Benson is very tall. Though as tall as he stands he weighs only a mere 160lbs, which is hardly anything compared to the stronger men that occupy the small town. Benjamin could not really be described as scrawny however, as his job as an apprentice to the blacksmith has kept him toned and muscular. It has also left him with a few scars to keep him company. His shoulders are not very broad and he never really seemed to grow into his neck, which seems slightly too long if he is not wearing a waistcoat. One seemingly odd thing about Benjamin though is the birthmark that appears on the back of his left shoulder, the red and purple tinted mark formed in the shape of a small crescent moon, no larger than a couple millimeters in diameter, though quite obvious on his pale skin.
Almond shaped electric blue eyes adorn Benjamin’s oval shaped face. The angular juts of his cheekbones give him strong definition and an intensity that not many understand. Dark brown locks are shaggy, but have a tendency to curl when the air is light and dry. That small dark brown makes up the side burns that run down the side of his face almost connecting with his jaw line. He also trims and shaves just enough to give him a slight mustache and goatee. Something he clearly remembers his father having.
Personality:
A long time ago Benjamin could have been described as a social and joyful prankster, but those times have long passed. He has not been like that in over fifteen years. When tragedy struck his life, his boyhood was over and he became a man. It was almost an overnight transformation, as it sometimes in when tragedy strikes. The once social and overly talkative young man was silenced. Withdrawing mostly into himself, he found himself suddenly shy and quiet. There were not any words he found he needed to say anymore. Thus began a life that has brought a lot of loneliness. His quiet, reserved ways do not go unnoticed, however the town members of Benevolence seem to steer clear of him, never quite accepting him into their world…not that he truly minds.
There is only one thought on Benjamin’s mind and that is to exact revenge on whatever killed his father. It has left him with a hardened heart, leaving an air of intensity every time the sun falls and the moon rises. At all times he appears calm and self-controlled, but that intensity is seething below the surface, ready to spring at the slightest change. Along with his need for vengeance he holds a determination, which together breeds a far darker man than he would have become had his father been alive.
Around others Benjamin is courteous, civil, and in all essences the perfect gentlemen, but that is about as far as it goes. He does not know how to speak with others…he is awkward, unsure of himself, and stutters. It only gets worse around women. Growing up without a father around to teach you the essentials when it comes to flirting and eventually understanding women (if one can actually ever understand women) has left Benjamin with the inability to even converse with them without feeling uncomfortable. He is distant with everyone, partly due to the fact that he is not a native and partly because he just does not seem to trust anyone around him. Something is wrong in Benevolence and his curious nature is leading him to discover the truth behind the secrets.
Biography:
Benjamin Thackery Benson was born 24 Undecimber Year XXX. However, it was not the kind of celebrated birth that most families would be experiencing. Kathrine Benson, mother of Benjamin, was not doing well. The midwife was at a loss of what to do. In her mind it was a sign that she should not survive, that the gods demanded it. So of course that is what happened…Kathrine died right after holding her son for the first and last time. Thackery Benson, father to Benjamin and husband to Kathrine, was crushed. It was decided after they buried Kathrine that Thackery should return to Gracin, the village where Thackery had first met Kathrine…where her family still resided, for a time, an eighteen-month journey across land and sea. Of course with a newborn son it would be impossible to travel such a treacherous trail, not until the boy was older. So Thackery waited, raised his son in the small village of Brennidon only traveling to the nearby villages to sell merchandise until Benjamin was nearly three years old and they began their journey.
The journey home was hardly eventful and the dangers low. Back in Gracin Benjamin had the ability to meet his grandparents and his aunts and uncles. Kathrine had been no stranger to family and it was good for Benjamin to have such a large and loving family. There was a bit of resentment though, he could feel it, even as a child. They were upset for not knowing about their grandchild…about Kathrine’s death. Word had not arrived and it seemed the messenger that had been sent never reached their destination, which was not unheard of. It didn’t change things for Thackery though, who still had to make a living. He was a traveling merchant and after making so little money the last four years, he found he could leave Benjamin with his grandparents and take off for months on end, at least until the boy was older and able to come along, which would happen when Benjamin turned eight years old. They both said their goodbyes to the family that had taken them in for five years and the two went on their way to journey the world…father and son.
All in all a change of scenery was good for the father and son who seemed to have a constant reminder, back in Gracin; about the woman they both missed so much. Benjamin, who had never been fortunate to know his mother, could no longer stand the massive amount of stories that his grandparents would tell to him about her. He just wanted to be a kid, running around with his friends, playing pranks on the neighbor boys’ sisters, and the stars forbid getting dirty. It was all good and fun, until he reached the age where his grandparents were certain he would like to know about his mother. Truth was Benjamin did at the time, but as the stories became more and more long winded…more detailed, the more he realized he had this gaping hole in his heart where his mother should have been. So when they finally set off for their journey, it was a refreshing new start. Lack of memories for the woman that brought him into the world would no longer nip at his mind while he slept. He would have his father and his horse…what more could a boy of nine ask for?
All this would change four months into their journey. Thackery had decided to take a short cut through the hills, slip past the dangerous routes and make for a way that would ensure them a safe travel to the Bay of Louve. All they would have to do is cross through Benevolence, a small village that would only have to house them a night at their inn, before they crossed over the hills and traveled through the next fortnight to Louve. Besides that Thackery had never been through Benevolence…the town would certainly be interested in something he was selling. Of course nothing is ever as easy or painless as it sounds. Thackery had no knowledge of the town of Benevolence and had he at least heard a rumor maybe that would have saved his son the heartache that would soon becoming. The sun had almost disappeared from the sky as they traveled down the hardly beaten path. Benevolence was just on the other side of the woods they were now passing near; the two could see the watchtowers that stood tall. It would not be long. It was at this time the horses got spooked, throwing Benjamin from one of their backs while the others pulling the wagon, driven by Thackery, started panicking. Thackery immediately jumped from the wagon, with no care for the horses or his wagon as he ran for his son. A wolf’s howl pulled them both back to reality though as their eyes fell on a wolf not five feet from them, but it did not look like any wolf Benjamin had heard about. It seemed too large for such a thing…and it’s eyes, so human looking. “Run Benjamin!” his father shouted at him as he put himself between his son and the large wolf. Benjamin did not want to leave his father, but he would not disobey him as he took off running for the watchtowers of Benevolence.
To this day Benjamin will never forget the sound of his father’s strangled cry, nor will he ever forget the sight as his head whipped around to see the wolf bite into his father. He stopped fully, turning on his heel to go back, but someone held him back…kept him from helping his father. The sun had completely disappeared by now and the soft glow that had remained for a few moments faded…leaving only the glow of the full moon and the howls of distant wolves as Benjamin was pulled away from the sight of his dying father.
The next fortnight was a blur…the townsfolk argued over what to do with him, some wanted to supply him and get him moving on, others felt it cruel for a boy his age to be left alone on such a journey. Benjamin did not care. All he wanted to do was sit in the grass and stare out at where his father had been killed. In the end they allowed him to stay, he took a job as an apprentice to the local blacksmith and there he lived in the loft above the shop. He dedicated himself to the art, seeking to better himself by learning to make whatever weapons he could…from knifes to swords. He had every intention of exacting his revenge on the wolf that killed his father…if one could even say that was a wolf. That night when his father died…when the sun was fully extinguished he’d sworn the eyes of that wolf had stared right through his soul…like it regretted killing his father. Benjamin had thought it impossible at the time, by as the years passed in Benevolence, things just didn’t add up. The village believed in these cat guardians…these cats that were not like any cats Benjamin had ever seen. They moved with an intelligence that seemed impossible, even for a cat, they lived twice as long as any cat he’d known, and there was something odd about their litters of kittens…never more than two.
As Benjamin aged he took note of every odd thing that happened…made a list in his head about the wolves, the cats, and the village folk. Nothing added up and no one else seemed to see that. His need for revenge was sated only by his need to find out what was going on and he will. It’s only a matter of time before he unlocks the secrets of Benevolence and it’s strange existence, but until he does he’ll continue his watch duties every other night…waiting for that wolf to return…so that he can kill it.
Player's Gender: N/A
Roleplay Experience: 6+ years
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Name: Benjamin Thackery Benson
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Standing at a rough height of 6’2” Benjamin Benson is very tall. Though as tall as he stands he weighs only a mere 160lbs, which is hardly anything compared to the stronger men that occupy the small town. Benjamin could not really be described as scrawny however, as his job as an apprentice to the blacksmith has kept him toned and muscular. It has also left him with a few scars to keep him company. His shoulders are not very broad and he never really seemed to grow into his neck, which seems slightly too long if he is not wearing a waistcoat. One seemingly odd thing about Benjamin though is the birthmark that appears on the back of his left shoulder, the red and purple tinted mark formed in the shape of a small crescent moon, no larger than a couple millimeters in diameter, though quite obvious on his pale skin.
Almond shaped electric blue eyes adorn Benjamin’s oval shaped face. The angular juts of his cheekbones give him strong definition and an intensity that not many understand. Dark brown locks are shaggy, but have a tendency to curl when the air is light and dry. That small dark brown makes up the side burns that run down the side of his face almost connecting with his jaw line. He also trims and shaves just enough to give him a slight mustache and goatee. Something he clearly remembers his father having.
Personality:
A long time ago Benjamin could have been described as a social and joyful prankster, but those times have long passed. He has not been like that in over fifteen years. When tragedy struck his life, his boyhood was over and he became a man. It was almost an overnight transformation, as it sometimes in when tragedy strikes. The once social and overly talkative young man was silenced. Withdrawing mostly into himself, he found himself suddenly shy and quiet. There were not any words he found he needed to say anymore. Thus began a life that has brought a lot of loneliness. His quiet, reserved ways do not go unnoticed, however the town members of Benevolence seem to steer clear of him, never quite accepting him into their world…not that he truly minds.
There is only one thought on Benjamin’s mind and that is to exact revenge on whatever killed his father. It has left him with a hardened heart, leaving an air of intensity every time the sun falls and the moon rises. At all times he appears calm and self-controlled, but that intensity is seething below the surface, ready to spring at the slightest change. Along with his need for vengeance he holds a determination, which together breeds a far darker man than he would have become had his father been alive.
Around others Benjamin is courteous, civil, and in all essences the perfect gentlemen, but that is about as far as it goes. He does not know how to speak with others…he is awkward, unsure of himself, and stutters. It only gets worse around women. Growing up without a father around to teach you the essentials when it comes to flirting and eventually understanding women (if one can actually ever understand women) has left Benjamin with the inability to even converse with them without feeling uncomfortable. He is distant with everyone, partly due to the fact that he is not a native and partly because he just does not seem to trust anyone around him. Something is wrong in Benevolence and his curious nature is leading him to discover the truth behind the secrets.
Biography:
Benjamin Thackery Benson was born 24 Undecimber Year XXX. However, it was not the kind of celebrated birth that most families would be experiencing. Kathrine Benson, mother of Benjamin, was not doing well. The midwife was at a loss of what to do. In her mind it was a sign that she should not survive, that the gods demanded it. So of course that is what happened…Kathrine died right after holding her son for the first and last time. Thackery Benson, father to Benjamin and husband to Kathrine, was crushed. It was decided after they buried Kathrine that Thackery should return to Gracin, the village where Thackery had first met Kathrine…where her family still resided, for a time, an eighteen-month journey across land and sea. Of course with a newborn son it would be impossible to travel such a treacherous trail, not until the boy was older. So Thackery waited, raised his son in the small village of Brennidon only traveling to the nearby villages to sell merchandise until Benjamin was nearly three years old and they began their journey.
The journey home was hardly eventful and the dangers low. Back in Gracin Benjamin had the ability to meet his grandparents and his aunts and uncles. Kathrine had been no stranger to family and it was good for Benjamin to have such a large and loving family. There was a bit of resentment though, he could feel it, even as a child. They were upset for not knowing about their grandchild…about Kathrine’s death. Word had not arrived and it seemed the messenger that had been sent never reached their destination, which was not unheard of. It didn’t change things for Thackery though, who still had to make a living. He was a traveling merchant and after making so little money the last four years, he found he could leave Benjamin with his grandparents and take off for months on end, at least until the boy was older and able to come along, which would happen when Benjamin turned eight years old. They both said their goodbyes to the family that had taken them in for five years and the two went on their way to journey the world…father and son.
All in all a change of scenery was good for the father and son who seemed to have a constant reminder, back in Gracin; about the woman they both missed so much. Benjamin, who had never been fortunate to know his mother, could no longer stand the massive amount of stories that his grandparents would tell to him about her. He just wanted to be a kid, running around with his friends, playing pranks on the neighbor boys’ sisters, and the stars forbid getting dirty. It was all good and fun, until he reached the age where his grandparents were certain he would like to know about his mother. Truth was Benjamin did at the time, but as the stories became more and more long winded…more detailed, the more he realized he had this gaping hole in his heart where his mother should have been. So when they finally set off for their journey, it was a refreshing new start. Lack of memories for the woman that brought him into the world would no longer nip at his mind while he slept. He would have his father and his horse…what more could a boy of nine ask for?
All this would change four months into their journey. Thackery had decided to take a short cut through the hills, slip past the dangerous routes and make for a way that would ensure them a safe travel to the Bay of Louve. All they would have to do is cross through Benevolence, a small village that would only have to house them a night at their inn, before they crossed over the hills and traveled through the next fortnight to Louve. Besides that Thackery had never been through Benevolence…the town would certainly be interested in something he was selling. Of course nothing is ever as easy or painless as it sounds. Thackery had no knowledge of the town of Benevolence and had he at least heard a rumor maybe that would have saved his son the heartache that would soon becoming. The sun had almost disappeared from the sky as they traveled down the hardly beaten path. Benevolence was just on the other side of the woods they were now passing near; the two could see the watchtowers that stood tall. It would not be long. It was at this time the horses got spooked, throwing Benjamin from one of their backs while the others pulling the wagon, driven by Thackery, started panicking. Thackery immediately jumped from the wagon, with no care for the horses or his wagon as he ran for his son. A wolf’s howl pulled them both back to reality though as their eyes fell on a wolf not five feet from them, but it did not look like any wolf Benjamin had heard about. It seemed too large for such a thing…and it’s eyes, so human looking. “Run Benjamin!” his father shouted at him as he put himself between his son and the large wolf. Benjamin did not want to leave his father, but he would not disobey him as he took off running for the watchtowers of Benevolence.
To this day Benjamin will never forget the sound of his father’s strangled cry, nor will he ever forget the sight as his head whipped around to see the wolf bite into his father. He stopped fully, turning on his heel to go back, but someone held him back…kept him from helping his father. The sun had completely disappeared by now and the soft glow that had remained for a few moments faded…leaving only the glow of the full moon and the howls of distant wolves as Benjamin was pulled away from the sight of his dying father.
The next fortnight was a blur…the townsfolk argued over what to do with him, some wanted to supply him and get him moving on, others felt it cruel for a boy his age to be left alone on such a journey. Benjamin did not care. All he wanted to do was sit in the grass and stare out at where his father had been killed. In the end they allowed him to stay, he took a job as an apprentice to the local blacksmith and there he lived in the loft above the shop. He dedicated himself to the art, seeking to better himself by learning to make whatever weapons he could…from knifes to swords. He had every intention of exacting his revenge on the wolf that killed his father…if one could even say that was a wolf. That night when his father died…when the sun was fully extinguished he’d sworn the eyes of that wolf had stared right through his soul…like it regretted killing his father. Benjamin had thought it impossible at the time, by as the years passed in Benevolence, things just didn’t add up. The village believed in these cat guardians…these cats that were not like any cats Benjamin had ever seen. They moved with an intelligence that seemed impossible, even for a cat, they lived twice as long as any cat he’d known, and there was something odd about their litters of kittens…never more than two.
As Benjamin aged he took note of every odd thing that happened…made a list in his head about the wolves, the cats, and the village folk. Nothing added up and no one else seemed to see that. His need for revenge was sated only by his need to find out what was going on and he will. It’s only a matter of time before he unlocks the secrets of Benevolence and it’s strange existence, but until he does he’ll continue his watch duties every other night…waiting for that wolf to return…so that he can kill it.
ADMIN NOTE:
He's perfect!
I couldn't find a single flaw! I will be sending you the sig I made for him, for your use if you wish. If you want to make your own, that is fine too. 
A big, warm welcome to Benevolence!
He's perfect!
I couldn't find a single flaw! I will be sending you the sig I made for him, for your use if you wish. If you want to make your own, that is fine too. 
A big, warm welcome to Benevolence!