Post by ben on Jul 18, 2013 20:55:01 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; background-color: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #F4F2F2; padding: 10px, bTable] BENJAMIN HUNTLEY EVERYBODY LOVES ME AGE - TWENTY-THREE GENDER - MALE JOB - FISH FARMER MEMBERGROUP - RANCHER | |
| [atrb=style, margin-bottom: -10px;] PERSONALITY + charismatic + witty + selfless + honest + kind + aloof + immature + commitment issues + sarcastic + dramatic | |
HISTORY The Huntley's were a well off family that kept ties to almost every country you could possibly imagine. Trading was their secret and they knew the business well. Benjamin, born in autumn, grew up to be a bit of a spoiled kid. Anything he wanted he got. His folks didn't believe in "hard work" because they had people to do that for them. They just sat and drank tea in their fancy mansion up on that hill... Yep, that's the imagine Ben always kept of his parents. Their particular rule over an island of their own with plenty of ranches and farms to keep them afloat led to a comfy lifestyle. The Huntley name was on everything that shipped out and everything that came in was their property. In a way Ben was also property to his parents. While he got everything he asked for, he was like a trophy than a son. Prim and proper, never in trouble, always having the highest education... Also paraded in front of their fancy-dancy friends at every opportunity like some kind of dog. He hated that part. But there was nothing he could do about it. He continued his studies, finding relief that when he was older that he'd get far away from his parents. Go on a journey or something. He had no idea that his parents set him up to be married to some rich girl when he reached of age. Goodness, he couldn't even stand their "play dates". Marrying her? He would have thrown a fit. When he was old enough, as in sixteen, his father started to show him around the business. He wasn't interested. Ben would rather set off as soon as possible but it was like his folks knew he was trying to get away. Tighter they held on, man. But it was now he discovered the seedy underbelly of "the business". After an unsuccessful night of trying to sleep, Ben stumbled upon the factory. He saw shadows moving and - thinking them to be intruders - grabbed a shovel (a shovel of all things) and ran out at them. Aside from being knocked over on the cement by some heavy guys, a bloody nose and a bruised side, he was perfectly OK. They let him up after realizing it was the boss's kid and after assuring them they'd be in no trouble, Ben let them go. After he discovered what they were doing. Gambling. In the factory? He was... curious. He'd never been allowed to gamble. Sure, he played the odd card game with his folks and their snooty friends and their kids, but never for money. The idea tempted him. Pretty soon he found himself coming to the factory every night. Either watching or playing. He gambled away his allowance in a night. Then after stealing some more cash from his folks, he took another go. He lucked out some and lost. Mostly lost. Oh yeah, he lost big time. Enough to squander up debt that would embarrass his folks. The only logical thing would be to admit his fault and turn to his folks. But no, he wasn't thinking clearly. Not with factory workers turned loan sharks bearing down on him. Logic went right out the window. He wasn't a big guy at the time. He was just a kid. Scared, he ran. He ran and didn't look back. Hopping a boat that would take him away from his folks' island, he didn't care where he went. He took an alias when he got to the mainland and hoped to disappear in the crowds. Nobody would hire him due to lack of experience and most of his nights he slept outside in the streets. He ran with gangs to make a living. It wasn't his finest moment, but it helped keep his belly full and he always kept his nose clean. If a new kid winded up on the street, he'd make them feel welcome and show them around. In a way, he had a home. Aside from being isolated from the main populace like you were rats and no walls surrounding you.... Well, it humbled him at least. He liked this new freedom. He knew every alley, every back turn and how to avoid the peacekeepers should you need to. He ran with the gangs until he was nineteen, until he got a proper job. It wasn't exactly as legal as the last one, but it paid well. Somebody from the gang recommended him because he was light on his feet and eager to learn, so he supposed that was a compliment. His employer was a tough old man who hired street thugs before. He was hard to please and equally tough on the employees. Most of them were out on the streets by days end. But the city, the guy said, needed cleaning up. And when the city needed cleaning up, the people came to him and his hunters. Bounty hunters. How cool was that? People who didn't like the law or how it was dealt paid a pretty penny for others to change it. Ben was given a sword and put up against an advanced employee to "teach him a few tricks". By the time the half hour was up, Ben was lying on the floor covering every part of his body he could. Lucky him, he was chosen to go on a round the very next day. Old man must have liked to see him squirm. The next few years, Ben trained as a bounty hunter for this illegal business. People did pay a pretty penny to see that justice was served in whatever way possible. He didn't like some of the work but he got the jobs done. He even rented an apartment. Finally, his own life. It wasn't what he imagined but it was his. But sadly enough, things didn't last that well for long. The next mark he followed was a solo jig, and things got bad fast. His target went down before he had a chance to grab him. By "down", he meant "he was dead before he hit the ground". It was clear this was some sort of set up. He could feel other people around him, their echoing footsteps in the alleyway. He made a break for it. His mark had fallen and he wasn't going to be next. Going through his mind? Well, it was something of "you're such a coward, Ben." He didn't know how long he ran through the city. He must have looked quite the fool frantically running like that, but he stopped as soon as he hit port. Jumping on some random boat, he paid to be taken anywhere. Anywhere as long as it wasn't here. To hell with the job, the apartment and the freedom. He wasn't going to go down in some trashy alley with an axe to his head. OK, he was exaggerating but still. The boat led him to Sepalum Peninsula, a place he had never even heard of until now. After coming penniless to the island, he was fortunate enough to speak with the mayor who gave him a ranch with promise that he'd run it. He likes the work. It's honest enough and the people here are nice. He's been on the island exactly one month. SKILLS + ranching: LEVEL ONE + mining: LEVEL ONE + fishing: LEVEL ONE ETCETERA + Ben likes his secrets. He doesn't like to talk of his past and leaves it where it is. He does have some defensive and offensive skills due to a past job, but does a simple fish farmer have use for them? + He sees the irony that he's always running from something, whether it be loan sharks or seedy people in alleyways. + His eyepatch is a result of his old bounty hunter job when a mark "accidentally" took a swing at him. It cost him his left eye. + His love for fish carries back to when he was rich and cared for his mother's koi pond. Even then he imagined himself eating the whole lot of them. He barely makes any product because he eats half the fish from his farm. + Those are not cigarettes; those are fish flavoured lollipops. And yes, they do exist. + Benjamin was sweet on a girl in the city where he led some of his young adult life. The two weren't serious but went on a few dates together. He left her behind without notice. + He does not seem to grasp magic and merpeople. If he ever saw a merperson, he'd run for it. If he saw magic, he'd probably faint. Ben is realistic. It's not so much he fears so much he does not understand. + Ben stands at 6'2" and weighs... well, he isn't going to tell you because guys don't worry about stuff like that. Besides, he doesn't have a scale. + his Birthday is October 11th. OUT OF CHARACTER NAME: doxxie OTHER CHARACTERS: drew winchester. FACE CLAIM: [b]DOGS: BULLETS AND CARNAGE[/b], badou nails - [i]benjamin huntley[/i] MADE BY RISA FOR THIS IS HOME |
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