Post by BENJAMINE AMES HART. on Sept 27, 2009 20:02:09 GMT
BENJAMINE AMES HART
it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
[/left][/blockquote]it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
FULL NAME: benjamine ames hart
NICKNAME: beng, benny boy
AGE: seventeen
YEAR: first year
ACCOMMODATION: the cells, ward 1, ward 2.
BIRTHDATE: june seventeenth
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: bisexual
STATUS: single
CANON/ORIGINAL: original kthx
don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE
LIKES: books. photography. revenge. hard liquor. shrooms. acid. cocaine. ecstasy. fearless moments. blood. stitches. warm weather. rain. gore. rape. silence. being alone. sex. boys. looking good
DISLIKES: authority. being blamed. being screamed at. liars. unflavored condoms. sexually transmitted disease scares. pregnancy scares. threats. bugs. bile. following the rules. pity parties. being nagged. people who are 'too happy' and bright. being tricked. depending on others.
STRENGTHS: covering up the mess he made. doing anything to get what he wants. keeping his mouth shut. lying. stealing. having no regret.
WEAKNESSES: amelia. sexual persuasion. losing his temper. keeping his thoughts to himself. blind trust for chase. not standing up to his father.
FEARS: his father. being caught. being given a shot. remembering amelia.
GOALS: find out what's wrong with himself and chase. protect chase as much as possible.
SECRETS: resents his brothers courage. wishes amelia hadnt cheated.
DISORDER: a bit like a chameleon, able to blend in with his surroundings. body shifts to aid in this, making him look more a part of any setting, though dangerous for his internal organs if held too long.
PERSONALITY: borderline split personality disorder. anxiety disorder. paranoid. quiet. anxious. intellectual. artistic. temperamental. efficient. imaginative. systematic. secretive. liar. jealous. distrustful. high-strung. withdrawn. rebellious. vain. perfectionist. stubborn. psychotic. blood thirsty. deceitful. manipulative. promiscuous. persuasive. sarcastic. forceful. guiltless.
'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP
PB: andy sixx
HEIGHT: six foot one
WEIGHT: one hundred fourty five
HAIR: black shaggy cut, straight
EYES: blue
BODY TYPE: toned body, thin, pale, big scar on his stomach from chase, other scars from his father all over.
MUTATION: skin becomes almost transluscent, though only changing color specifically to match surroundings. body shifts to blend better as previously mentioned.
STYLE: wears mostly black clothing. sometimes wears white shirts. tight jeans and shirts, studded belts. occasionally wears black cowboy boots. has taken a liking to hoodies.
yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP
MOTHER: thomas hart - 37 - chef - paris
FATHER: leigh hart - 21 - optometrist - deceased
SIBLINGS: chase aidan hart - 17 - student - here
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: none
HISTORY: seventeen years ago on june seventeenth, both benjamine ames hart and chase aidan hart were born, in paris france. two loving parents, odette and olivier, raised them in an extravagant house. money was obviously abundant, which was shown by the expensive decor, as well as the many acres of land surrounding. the mother and father were high school sweethearts, as the story always seems to go, and married young. soon after they had the twin boys. the couple loved their babies and took very good care of them. the two had relatives in america and knew both french and english. odette had always dreamed of being a mother and nothing meant more to either parent than their twins. there was not a single moment that either boy could have possibly doubted their mother loved them, though they had very little time with her overall, and could not have deciphered this for they were not old enough at the time.
seven happy years later, after work and picking up the boys from their grandparents, olivier arrived to the house only to see it in burned ruin. fire trucks had not been able to stop the fire in time to save odette who had been trapped within the raging flames. his wife, the light of his life, was now gone. olivier soon turned into a bitter man, one who was violent, and an evolving alcoholic. the three of them were moved closer to the city, where the cheaper homes were, as well as very bad influences for children. benjamine and chase had extremely fussy tempers from the time they were born. this was no longer tolerated by olivier without odette around to calm him down. both boys were 'punished' for their uncontrolled fits beginning a little under a month after the passing of their mother. besides their already prominent anger issues, this forced benji to develop anxiety issues, which only got more severe.
progressively those punishments got much, much worse. chase was a great deal more confident than his brother benjamine and lashed out even worse when their father beat them. after getting sick of dealing with this, olivier focused much more on benjamine, who hardly put up a fight against the beatings. while chase remained a wild child, benjamine sunk back, withdrawing himself from most everyone around him. both boys were incredibly intelligent, and because of the cuts and bruises, benji got much better at lying. there was a story for anything and everything. there was hardly anyone that benji did not lie to. chase was the only one he was ever honest with since he already knew all of benjis secrets anyway. since benji took all of the beatings from their father, he envied chase, who had all of the confidence he never possessed. when he met amelia everything changed. the girl manipulated him more than anyone else had ever managed to, and he fell in love with the illusion she set up for him, making him fall completely.
around this time was also when chase started his experiments.
benjamine being the reserved boy that he was, always watched silently, learning from everything that his brother had begun doing. being that it was his brother, and that it also fascinated him as well, he did not see it as sick like he should have. he had a complete blind trust for chase, as well as an endless amount of respect, which lead him to start covering up for the other boy. with his anxiety it was easier for him to worry about things that chase wouldn't even consider, making him a better cover, and this was also helped by his perfectionist tendencies. as benjamine fell harder for amelia, he began to want to get more serious, and was ready to commit at a very young age. she gave him the delusion that everything was going to be okay. needless to say, she really didn't prove it, especially when benjamine found her in bed with another guy. since he had a huge temper hidden behind his anxiety, he completely freaked out, and ended up raping her before beating her to death. of course right after it happened he called upon none other than his brother chase.
in the following years benjamine began luring in live test subjects for chase. it didn't take much, since many people considered benjamine to be a very 'pretty' boy, and fell easily for the manipulative and persuasive tricks he had learned from amelia in the end. this turned him into a rather vain person. whatever got the job done. somewhere in the mix he got into drugs also. halucinogens were what he prefferred, due to the fact that they gave him an escape, one that was better than what he had. at one point, chase had convinced his naively trusting brother to let him do one of his sick little 'experiments' on him, and he almost died because of it. this only brought them closer together. benji was still angry over amelia, causing him to rape and beat his victims, which was also because of his father. since he didn't have the courage to stand up to the man who had done a very poor job of 'raising' him, he would take it out on others who were weaker. benjamine was not against using his body to bring in the victims, nor giving them what they had wanted from him to begin with, after they had been cut off by chase. benjamine regrets none of what he has done. when chase went down, he went down with him, and both ended up coming to bellafield after blood was taken from the scene and tested. spies within the police force took the boys to bellafield isntead of sending them to jail.
i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE
OOC NAME: addi.
AGE: sixteen
AREA: united states
CODEWORD: prisms.
RP SAMPLE: can be from another site. must meet word count.
It was not necessarily a secret that Benjis whole world had just come crashing down again. There was nothing keeping anyone from knowing at all, all that they really had to do was come in, because the front door was unlocked. The disaster was obvious. After he had woken up to no Easy, and a ring on the bed in the room the boy used to stay in, with all of his stuff gone, he had known. It was the hardest thing for him to see especially after how much he had trusted him. He had told him all about Amelia. The one that Easy had made go away completely for the first time since he had left France. Now he had pretty much no one that loved him. Recently his mother had freaked out on him because of her heroin issues. Which, of course, would not have happened if he was not 'such a bad son' for giving her what she had basically demanded of him. It was not like he could go off saying to her that 'drugs were bad for her and she shouldnt be doing them'. That would have made him a complete hypocrite. And we all know how opposed to that Benji is. It had not even really been that long since the two of them flew back from California, where his mother had been left, and where she would stay. From the time he was a small child he had built him up so well, and he knew that he had let her down, it was only a matter of time until her true disappointment showed. Not that he could even blame her. If his kid turned down as bright of a future as he had, for drugs, he wouldn't be too proud either.
As far as physical damage to the house, it was a complete wreck, and in the middle of it laid Benji. Things had been torn up, smashed, and broken. Any reminder that was in plain view had to be torn away. All of the pictures on the wall of he and Easy laid in pieces on the floor after being ripped to shreds. It was not like he did not have a million more hidden away in his sketchbooks, under his bed with his old notebooks, and then there was his studio. Benji could not even open the handle to that room anymore. It was covered in things he had drawn, painted, and even sculpted for the boy. The first couple of nights he had slept in the bed Easy had stayed in some of the time, just because it smelled like him, and he needed that. After it all became too much for him to bare, he basically went on a drunken hunt for everything he could find, smoking anything he got his hands on. Not a single day had gone by that he was sober since. His appetite had pretty much been forgotten, although anything that he would have made an attempt at eating, his stomach would have rejected anyway. Benjis Valium intake at this point was insane, and it kept him in a bit of a coma-like state, which was good for him right now. Emotionally, and enough to say so mentally. If you could call it good. Maybe it was just what kept him stable enough that he didn't run his fancy schmancy little car off of the road, letting the metal twist every which way as it tumbled into a ditch, with him inside. Those kinds of thoughts were no good to an unhealthy Benji. He was much too impulsive for that kind of thinking.
In all honesty he could not even remember the last time it woke up. All of it was a blur of smoke, pills, and pain. Empty booze bottles littered the floor along with the wreck that used to be everything he shared with Easy. His heart may as well have been stomped onto the floor along the path that the boy had used to leave because that was how it felt. The only person he had even had any contact with since it happened was Aubreen. Needless to say, she wasn't quite as comforting as she used to be, and he assumed it was because of problems with Jason. Benji wasn't even going there. Eventually the conversation with Aubreen had died out, leaving Benji with his stupid tears, which he was now on his way to stopping with drugs. It took him a little bit to dig around and find it, since the last time he had taken anything from this stash, it was for Braeden. Besides, it wasn't like he was utterly sober, and not hungover right now to be looking for this. Once he found the cocaine he brought it to the coffee table in the living room, getting down on the floor to set up a few lines, desperately trying not to cry when he saw that no matter what he did, it all reminded him of Easy. This just caused him to set up line after line after line. With enough of this shit in his brain he could maybe forget. Maybe it would make his head spin so fast that it seemed like the pain wasn't real. Having his head spinning like a top was better than wallowing in any of this.
Suddenly someone was coming into the house, his automatic reaction was to throw the blanket from the couch, over the coffee table. If he didn't know who it was, he couldn't let them see what he was doing, because he could get caught by police. He had heard about how if people didn't get their mail for long enough, the post man called the cops, thinking the person was dead inside of the house or something. If that was the case right now, he was so entirely fucked that it wasn't even funny, and for once he didn't like the word. Any other time it was great, sure, but right now it blew harder than Easy ever did. Of course, while Benji was getting ready to hear 'freeze! put your hands up!', he was forgetting that the cops around here were dirty anyway. The boy dealt to most of them, and he was in good graces with dirty pigs all over the place, so he shouldn't have been freaking out as much as he was. Obviously it was due to how drugged up he had been lately. Estelle was the last person he really expected to show up on his doorstep right now, well not entirely the last, since we all knew who that was. Part of him was even a little scared that it would be Amelia herself. If the girl came over to rub it in now, he would probably run her over with the car, and then drive it off into the ditch. As long as he hit her first he wouldn't care. Benji had showered the day before when he was sober for more than fifteen minutes, and his clothes were fresh from then too, so he looked a little presentable. Even now he didn't like being too dirty. Not that it really mattered in the end. His eyes were as big as saucers as he heard footsteps coming closer, hands shaking as they prepared to fly into the air, because he was just that much of an idiot right now.
As far as physical damage to the house, it was a complete wreck, and in the middle of it laid Benji. Things had been torn up, smashed, and broken. Any reminder that was in plain view had to be torn away. All of the pictures on the wall of he and Easy laid in pieces on the floor after being ripped to shreds. It was not like he did not have a million more hidden away in his sketchbooks, under his bed with his old notebooks, and then there was his studio. Benji could not even open the handle to that room anymore. It was covered in things he had drawn, painted, and even sculpted for the boy. The first couple of nights he had slept in the bed Easy had stayed in some of the time, just because it smelled like him, and he needed that. After it all became too much for him to bare, he basically went on a drunken hunt for everything he could find, smoking anything he got his hands on. Not a single day had gone by that he was sober since. His appetite had pretty much been forgotten, although anything that he would have made an attempt at eating, his stomach would have rejected anyway. Benjis Valium intake at this point was insane, and it kept him in a bit of a coma-like state, which was good for him right now. Emotionally, and enough to say so mentally. If you could call it good. Maybe it was just what kept him stable enough that he didn't run his fancy schmancy little car off of the road, letting the metal twist every which way as it tumbled into a ditch, with him inside. Those kinds of thoughts were no good to an unhealthy Benji. He was much too impulsive for that kind of thinking.
In all honesty he could not even remember the last time it woke up. All of it was a blur of smoke, pills, and pain. Empty booze bottles littered the floor along with the wreck that used to be everything he shared with Easy. His heart may as well have been stomped onto the floor along the path that the boy had used to leave because that was how it felt. The only person he had even had any contact with since it happened was Aubreen. Needless to say, she wasn't quite as comforting as she used to be, and he assumed it was because of problems with Jason. Benji wasn't even going there. Eventually the conversation with Aubreen had died out, leaving Benji with his stupid tears, which he was now on his way to stopping with drugs. It took him a little bit to dig around and find it, since the last time he had taken anything from this stash, it was for Braeden. Besides, it wasn't like he was utterly sober, and not hungover right now to be looking for this. Once he found the cocaine he brought it to the coffee table in the living room, getting down on the floor to set up a few lines, desperately trying not to cry when he saw that no matter what he did, it all reminded him of Easy. This just caused him to set up line after line after line. With enough of this shit in his brain he could maybe forget. Maybe it would make his head spin so fast that it seemed like the pain wasn't real. Having his head spinning like a top was better than wallowing in any of this.
Suddenly someone was coming into the house, his automatic reaction was to throw the blanket from the couch, over the coffee table. If he didn't know who it was, he couldn't let them see what he was doing, because he could get caught by police. He had heard about how if people didn't get their mail for long enough, the post man called the cops, thinking the person was dead inside of the house or something. If that was the case right now, he was so entirely fucked that it wasn't even funny, and for once he didn't like the word. Any other time it was great, sure, but right now it blew harder than Easy ever did. Of course, while Benji was getting ready to hear 'freeze! put your hands up!', he was forgetting that the cops around here were dirty anyway. The boy dealt to most of them, and he was in good graces with dirty pigs all over the place, so he shouldn't have been freaking out as much as he was. Obviously it was due to how drugged up he had been lately. Estelle was the last person he really expected to show up on his doorstep right now, well not entirely the last, since we all knew who that was. Part of him was even a little scared that it would be Amelia herself. If the girl came over to rub it in now, he would probably run her over with the car, and then drive it off into the ditch. As long as he hit her first he wouldn't care. Benji had showered the day before when he was sober for more than fifteen minutes, and his clothes were fresh from then too, so he looked a little presentable. Even now he didn't like being too dirty. Not that it really mattered in the end. His eyes were as big as saucers as he heard footsteps coming closer, hands shaking as they prepared to fly into the air, because he was just that much of an idiot right now.
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