Name: Bennett Benson
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Eye Color: Blu
Hair Color: Blonde/Dyed
Orientation: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation:  Student - Freshman - Art Major

PERSONALITY.

Unhinged. That would be the best word to describe the nocturnal nightmare that is Bennett. His emotions swing between a kaleidoscope of colors. His mind is a fractured psyche of a wasteland where all good dreams go to wither away into a vast void of nothingness with a personality that flips between night and day at the drop of a pin. He can be charming and kind, who whispers sweet nothings over the cusp of your ear, or he can be a vindictive and violent creature with a knife left where his tongue should be. He is the type to toe the line, and while he essentially makes decisions to better his prestige, it doesn't mean he can't have a little flair while he does it. That's to say; his childish nature often leads to unorthodox solutions to obstacles in his path. Words that push and pull and a hand that takes more than it would ever wish to give.

Being so fickle in his behaviors, he finds difficulty connecting with others more profoundly and only uses his skills to get exactly what he wants before dismissing any relationship. On the surface, Bennett is seemingly pleasant - easygoing and social, finding enjoyment in gatherings where he can blend into any sort of crowd. However, underneath, he is arrogant and often overconfident in his ability and social status, and he is happy to inflate his ego far past even his level of skills. He is sarcastic, sassy, self-indulgent, and he will do as he pleases as long as he can get away with, or at least thinks he can. This openly leads to him recklessly taking risks, only to laugh and howl in the face of danger or death.

Bennett does hide something deep within himself. It could be fear, isolation, or simply the fact that he believes he is more deserving than his current life. Tremendously pompous and pretentious at times, he is always trying to get what he wants, no matter what he wants, and if denied, he will act like a hellion. He can be caustic, moody, impulsive, and consequently seems to be a person of extremes. However, he is rather intelligent enough to realize when a situation calls for loyalty and respect behind all the fun and games. He seems to use an underlying charm when he flashes a 'pretty boy smile.'' It becomes valuable when he needs to get out of trouble. It's never a sure-fire way to do just that, but he does know how to be a complete suck-up, twisting words and fabricating lies to better his own survival.

HISTORY.

His mother lost her life the night he was born, and the father had no interest in his son. He was left on the doorstep of a wealthy family. Later, he was told he had been adopted , and often  wondered what it would be like to find his birth parents. But that day would never come. He arrived home at a tragedy, only to find his family murdered - their bloody corpses mangled and ultimately ruled as a wild animal attack. He was truly and utterly alone.

In the absence of wealth, wrapped around his heart was a deeper sadness that warped itself over time. While searching and grasping at empty air, hatred and blame grew towards his family after leaving him nothing but memories of fleeting smiles to echo at the furthest parts of his mind. The harsher realities of this life, although hardening him, left him cold and empty. He would watch bystanders from the affair and begin to sketch what he saw, what he felt. This was the moment he broke away from his lowly life  and journeyed on a different path. A new path. A path that would lead him to the luxury he so desired.

Now at the age of nineteen, Bennett traveled far and found himself in Hathin Parish after eventually earning enough money to pay for college. Up until then, he had learned how to sneak his way into people's hearts with his laced words, his tongue silver that was malevolent at times, manipulative behind a mask of innocence. Bennett's ability to draw became his primary source of both income and practice as if he considered it his tool that he could apply to everything. There was always some rich fool who was aching portraits to hang above their fireplaces, and Bennett was always welcomed into their house. Artist by day, thief by night. He would weave his way through high and low society, doing whatever and whoever it took to gather the funds he needed. The addiction was sweet, but the affliction was even sweeter.

He felt untouchable, although being a catastrophe giving in to his own desires. A fracture was waiting to crack, ready to split him and tear him down. Amusing that echoes through his mind, a wistful thought he can't grasp on to; and doesn't want to grasp on to. No matter what ruin he may cause, he always finds himself coming back for more. More theft. More art. More chaos. More sex. More fun. Just one more time. It's exhausting, but it's addicting. He was alone, and the town of Hathin was soon to be his playground.