Character Name:Benjamin
Character Screen Name:Ben Cahill
Species:
Rat
Location:
Yeovil
Power level: Alpha
Age, Gender: 28, Male
Length of infection: 9 years.
Description:Ben has deep purple hair (dyed of course) that he wears in thickly gelled spikes, Ben also has soft silver eyes that are trimmed in speckled black. Standing a little over six feet tall, his skin is tanned and most notably dotted with blemishes on his back. Cahill has a body builder's physique; incredibly well formed and vascular biceps, triceps, and deltoids. Toned and thick pectoral muscles. Really tight and rigid abdominal muscles and obliques. And well sculpted thighs and calves. Ben wears loose fitting cargo pants over low cut shirts. The tops of each of his forearms are lashed with straight, quarter of an inch risen scars.
When shifted, Ben is a deep brown rodent with gray hands, feet, and tail.
Personality:Ben is first and foremost a quiet individual. Yes he talks, and when he does he can most often be found making a rather disgruntled or wise ass remark involving others around him. Cahill is also prone to extreme degrees of violence, and does not deal in light punishments when it comes to those he believes have stepped on his toes. Jealous to the core, he has not been able to hold a relationship for several years because of his disposition to become physically violent with his sexual partners who he believes might be cheating on him. This has made him both far more willing to take just about anyone to bed, and untrustworthy to most women. When it comes down to it, Ben loves being a lycanthrope. The strength, the speed, the added senses and cunning. It all fuels him and gives him a sense that there is no limit to how physically strong or metaphysically powerful he can become.
Along with his strong sense of respect and taking care of one's own, Ben is a slave to his father's code, and follows it religiously, often doing the opposite of his intention just to make sure the things he does has (in his mind) an honorable end.
History:Ben Cahill was delivered in home by a midwife to his mother and father; Emmy and James. Living then in Cambridge, Ben's father was a former lieutenant for the Franchetti family in America, and Emmy was a waitress working at a local coffee shop. The two hit off quickly when Jimmy was visiting the UK, trying to expand operation by bringing in British made guns and gun makers back to then bustling New York City. Married after two weeks, it only took one for Emmy to become pregnant with Ben. Deciding that watching his father fly back and forth over an entire ocean was not possible, Emmy and James decided to keep his former life a secret from their son and give normal living a shot.
Normal living is not what Ben would have called it though. Ben watched up until the age of six as his father slowly began to drink himself into an early grave, and watched as his mother tried to work two jobs to support them all, which often times she found she couldn't. Ben still loved and respected his father, despite knowing from an early age that he was something of a bum. James always made time for Ben, always showed him the things that would "Make him a man later in life". These lessons included girls, guns, and "Most importantly" gold. James taught his son everything he knew about stealing, conning, and getting away with it.
But like most aging men raised within the mob, James had a code, and he passed that code down to his son. "Everything you do, you do for respect. And you always look after your own." And that's all he would say about it. Ben, left to interpret his fathers meaning on his own, took it to mean that if you stole you didn't keep the profits all to yourself, you gave it back to your family or community to better the lives of everyone. This code instilled the young man with the sense that doing bad things wasn't always bad, if something good came about. Unfortunately for Ben, he never got to put into practice his father's code while he was alive.
In mid winter when Ben was six, some men came to his house to speak with his father. Unknown to him, the men were enforcers of the Franchetti crime syndicate all the way from the United States. Stowed in the attic and watching the back and forth through a crack in the ceiling, Ben saw his father get gunned downed right in front of his eyes. There was no struggle, there was no heroic defense by his father. The two men lifted and broke James a crossed their knees, and shot him in the head twice. In a state of shock, Ben was barely able to breath as he witnessed this horror. But it didn't end there. The men waited for Emmy to come home too, and when she did, she was shown even less mercy then her husband.
After several days of missed work, Emmy's boss called the police and notified them that they couldn't raise anyone at the Cahill house. Investigating the call, police found James broken and shot, Emmy raped and torn apart, and little Ben mute and half frozen to death in the attic. Having no other family in the UK, the boy was shipped off to live with an Aunt back in New York City: Sarah. Sarah was a widow and member of the Franchetti family. Her husband died when a bust went bad and some rookie got his balls off squeezing the trigger at unarmed men. Cops still haven't found anything other then the rookie's feet to this day. Mute and unable to do most things on account of shock, Ben spent a full year laying in bed and being looked over by several therapists and psychologists who agreed that he had a severe case of PTSD. (Post Tramatic Stress Disorder) Which could cause him to become anxious, tense, easily startled, or quick to lashing out.
Despite never getting to hear his voice, Sarah loved the young man and was heartbroken by the lack of life in his body. So on Ben's seventh birthday, his aunt sat on the edge of the bed and began talking as she always did, only this time her stories and questions with one influential statement. "I got a present for you, it's from your father. When and if you want it, it's downstairs next to my readin' chair." It was two days later that Ben came stumbling into the reading room where his aunt's chair lay. There he found a large yellow present wrapped in a bright blue bow. Tearing the paper open, Ben found inside several boxes of hand crafted World War II soldiers made of some wood he could not pronounce at the time.
"Never leave a man behind!" aunt Sarah shouted, scaring the boy half out of his pajamas. "That's what your father could be heard shouting whenever he played with those lil men." She sounded grumpy, but the look on her face said she was thrilled to see Ben out of bed and moving on his own. "It was fun to watch him beat back the kraut's, then knock over some rifling carrying piece and say, 'I'm hit, I'm hit.' or some such nonsense." Sarah laughed soft in her voice and shook her head as she recalled her brother. "It was always important to him that the wounded soldier never got left to die. Said it wasn't honorable to let a man die where his heart was not."
Ben listened and stared at the soldiers, his mind drinking in the information given.
"There yours now." Sarah said, placing a hand on the young man's shoulders. After several minutes of silence, Ben looked up at the fair faced woman and spoke for the first time in almost thirteen months.
"Do you know any other stories, about my father?"
Life was simpler after that year. Benjamin started going to school, started getting educated and out of the house more and more. Up until the age of ten, Ben would play everyday with his father's soldiers, enacting great battles and saving cornered hero's at the last second. His father's lessons were never stronger. But when toys began to be viewed as things only kids play with, Ben started using the neighborhood kids as his soldiers. Teaching them a few tricks, it was a simple game to have them steal things like watches, treats, and wallets from the local pedestrians and shops.
After graduating high school, Ben did a short stint in the army, but was given a dishonorable discharge after knocking out his drill sergeant for being called a "disrespectful little wop". "Best month of my life." Ben would later comment to his friends. Returning home to his aunt, Ben relapsed into his PSTD after hearing a gas explosion several blocks from his house, leaving him numb and dazed for two months. Unable to find legitimate work due to his dishonorable release from service, Ben picked back up where he started and began stealing locally all over again while at the same time giving amateur boxing a try.
After a few big hits, and even more won fights, his actions were noticed by some of the higher ups in the Franchetti family. Recruited when he was 18 as an enforcer, Ben was livid to find out that the family his Aunt belonged to was now a family of shifters. Unknown to Ben the head of the family, Pauly Franchetti, had become infected by with Rat based Lycanthrope during a failed assassination attempt by a mercenary shifter. After finding his new strength and powers quite useful, it was easy to begin passing along that strength to the other higher ups in the family, as well as the muscle they employed. Unsure at first, Ben eventually agreed to the infection and was thus bitten several times by what would become his new boss for over two years. At the age of twenty, Ben was still learning everything he could about being a shifter, reveling in the power it brought him as a fighter and enforcer.
No longer allowed to box, Ben continued to train his body and mind as well as he could, studying business and weightlifting everyday he didn't have to 'work'. One duty he was unsure of at first, was the loaning of his services to the then in power kiss of Brooklyn. Having to donate his blood and body, Ben on more then one occasion found himself wrapped in some relationship with a vampire. But nothing lasted, and he quickly gained a reputation as a jealous abusive boyfriend. His time spent in the kiss introduced him to other shifters and creatures he hadn't even known existed, further expanding his ambitions to be more then what the family would allow him to be.
At the age of twenty six, Ben was a strong and fast member of his Rodere, as well as incredibly respected by some of the older, more old schooled members of the family who loved his approach of honor and respect when it came to doing business. But times were changing, and the family wasn't. To often heists were pulled out with brute force and no tact, and soon cops were sniffing to heavily around. When word got out that it was now legal to kill criminal shifter's on sight, Ben pleaded with the higher ups to change the way things were done, or else they would all be in danger. As always, he was only saw as a grunt with some power.
But that power continued to grow over the next two years. Now fiercely strong, and unyieldingly fast, Ben was the best and most competent fighter the Franchetti family had. But, now in his alpha hood, Ben wanted more. There was no one stronger then him, and while their Rodere was run like a mob, his mentality had slowly shifted to that of more natural shifters. Dominance made you the leader, not your age or name. Weaker men were ahead of him, stupider, fat, lazy, rich and powerful men that woke up and made idiotic decisions that nearly got him killed. Ben had had enough. His anger had begun to spill out towards the people he counted as family, and even though he disagreed with the way things were being done, his father's code kept him from turning on those he viewed as taking him in.
Paying off as many people as he could, the young shifter posed as a gun collector taking his life's work to a museum in the UK. This gave him the alibi he needed for transporting his guns, and an identity he could fall back on if questioned.
In all reality, Ben was ready to be someone stronger then he was allowed to be by his former family. He knew he couldn't do it in America, to many ties and allies led back to the mob. Now moving around the UK, he's found his way to what he views as an up and coming city with a lot of potential. Yeovil. And since he was a naturalized citizen of this fair and rainy nation, he wasn't about to allow any to halt his desire to expand his own personal power base.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknessespowers:
-Normal Lycanthrope strength
-Increased speed and agility.
-Rapid regeneration of limbs and other tissue.
-Can calm another's beast
-Very rarely shift at times of stress..if at all.
-Do not sleep at all after the shift..though will feel tired.
-The ability to mentally call out to their pack member in times of need.
-The ability to prevent other shape shifters from changing form, Rat only.
-Can share his power with others by allowing them to feed on his blood.
training and experience:
-Years of Boxing and Kickboxing.
-Near master level pickpocketing and conniving skills.
-Smart business sense.
-Good with guns.
-Years of honing his body to it's peak.
Weaknesses:
-Quick to anger.
-Possessive towards lovers and females.
-Must always follow his father's code.
-Cannot resist the call of the moon.
-No partial shape shifting or hybrid form due to learning his abilities through a non traditional clan.
-PTSD: Sounds, smells, or other occurring activities could cause him to flash back and manifest his symptoms through either his already established numbness or blind unyielding rages.
Family/Ties:Sarah Franchetti: Aunt. Brooklyn NY.
RP Sample:"When did we become more about the money then the business?" Ben spoke loudly into the middle of the room, his tall and muscled frame dropping into the plush leather of arm seat he picked out for behind his desk.
"When people like Pauly began wiping their asses with hundred dollar bills just to see the look on Franklin's face, that's when." The three other men in the room just stared at their lieutenant, faces either warm with mirth or fearful of that kind of talk. Noticing the one face not smiling, Ben flopped his head lazily to one side and tossed his arms up.
"What? Why you lookin' at me like that Tommy?"Tommy, a short curly haired kid no older then twenty three glanced at the two men on either side of him, his tongue wetting his dry lips before he bothered speaking.
"There's been some talk..."Ben made a noise like someone had just shot him in the guts.
"Oh god, not this again." he groaned, leaning forward and folding his arms over the top of his desk.
"They talk, you talk, we talk. We're all jus' a bunch of fuckin' widows sittin' around an' talkin' all day while playin' rummy." The two men laughed again, Tommy did not. After a minute of staring at one another, Ben waved a hand and relented.
"Alright, speak your peace if it's that important to ya.Tommy swallowed and fidgeted a little, clearly unsure as to how Ben would react to this 'talk' going around.
"They same some of the bosses aren't likin' the way your doin' stuff. When we knocked over that armored car, you took several cuts that weren't yours and gave em away--" Tommy stopped talking and jumped an inch as Ben's fist hit his desk.
"I aint never stolen from family!" he roared, on his feet and simmering with power at the mere thought of it.
"The money I took out of that car went Jenny and Celia Franchetti. Family. Pauly and all the others are so quick to forget those that fall. Well I aint forgotten that Jenny and Celia had husbands that gave their lives tryin' to line the bosses pockets with more gold then they ought to be carrying. So you tell 'em I said, if I've disrespected them in any way, then we can all have a nice sit down, where I explain in my own words, and my own..." his anger flared and so did his power, enough to make all three men stir just a bit.
"...sentiment, that the money was better off where I put it. They don't like it? Then they can continue to scurry, and talk!"Playerbase/Face Claim name: Tyler Bachtel
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