Trenchcoat ManMember Since 15 Sep 2013
Offline Last Active Sep 25 2018 11:39 PM
Birthworld: Theed, Naboo
Legal Status: Citizen of Naboo
Living Situation: Once living in squalor in an apartment on Nar Shaddaa, now the “Subway”; knows of many places to crash in urban situations galaxywide
Occupation: Guttermage, Conartist
Force Rank: Master
Weight: 165 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Indigo
Race: Hybrid (Human/Zeltron)
Disheveled hair. Typically sporting a band t-shirt, or the tattered remains of one. A lot of grungewear and D.I.Y. Maintains three safetypins as piercings along his left eyebrow. Combat boots and cigarette. Doesn’t wear a lot of bangles, though will sometimes if they have some mystical connotation. Tattoo featured below:
- Family –
Father: Noah Eden (dead)
Mother: Aleria Tremens (dead)
Sibling(s): Avalore Eden (dead)
Cousin: Avalore Eden (ALIVE)
The Wheel of Fortune. The Gambler. Benedict is an adrenaline junkie, willfully indulging in all manner of wicked conflict that get Life screaming full-rage directly into his face. From the fiery fury of the Spunk Rawk scene, to the bartering and risking of his soul and others' in games of dark, ancient magick. He cares only for himself, and while he may indulge in intense sessions of self-pity and remorse following a grotesque wrongdoing, Benedict will gladly do it all again for another fix.
-Benedict is particularly gifted when navigating sprawling cityscapes, able to find almost anything, and is typically at least peripherally aware of new hideouts, forms of nightlife, and subcultures. He speaks the hidden languages of the gypsies, the drifters, the bums, and the thieves. The backlash to this is that, when outside a metropolis, Benedict experiences the symptoms of being deaf to the Force.
-While his Force Talents are quite stunted in a conventional sense, he has crudely shaped them to aid him in his day-to-day deceptions, occultist bullpoodootery, and urban lifestyle. He may not be able to hit you with a Force Wave, but he knows there’s a bakery on 5th that just threw out the bagels it failed to sell that day. This makes him difficult to predict and counteract. Similarly, he doesn’t necessarily have the tools to counter you, either. Besides, he’s largely a non-combatant.
-Benedict is well-versed in New Age ideas and belief structures, as well as ancient and esoteric ones. So well-versed that he can even invent/elaborate upon lore and ritual-work on the fly in a way that, even if non-functional, is still certainly believable.
-Benedict is half Zeltron, enabling him to emit pheromones that help to cloak his Darkside corruption. This, however, does not protect against his Forcebrand, which will ALWAYS expose him of his lies should his name come up.
-With his connection to the Subway, so long as Benedict is traveling from city-to-city, he doesn’t need to rely on space travel.
Benedict was one of two twins born to Noah Eden (A human Jedi Healer) and Aleria Tremens (a Zeltron Sith Headcase). Unlike his sister, Avalore, Benedict possessed a level of Force-Sensitivity, and was enrolled in the Theed Jedi Academy at which his father mentored.
Benedict’s mother, while proper loving when given that golden amount of medication, typically shifted between two states: Batpoodoo craziness, and lobotomized drooly-ness. Needless to say, the weekly visits to A New Hope asylum were not his favorite of childhood activities. It didn’t help that Noah always seemed more concerned with maintaining his unblemished pro-healer reputation than he was with being a father. This left Benedict up to his own devices for most of his life, which was spent largely dodging bullies and playing alone. While he sometimes found friendship in his twin sister, Avalore, her desire to look out for his well-being typically manifested in the form of tattling, which would eventually result in her being alienated from his life, as well.
Teenage angst would inevitably set in, and Benedict would find he had way more rage than he knew what to do with. When Benedict was 15, after some bullpoodoo at school, he wound up running away to live on the streets of Theed for a bit. Here, Benedict honed his streetsmarts and found a new home in the comforts of the emerging Spunk Rawk music scene, as it was begotten by Gandge Tarker, known better as Emperor Plague-Us of the NerFhErDerz. In addition to this, under the tutelage of the mad bum Roddy Bojangles, Ben learned he had a flare for magick…or what was really just Crude Forcework.[/center]
With Spunk, Benedict was able to become the person he always was, even finding friendship in other like-minded, rebellious types. Drugs, sex, magick, and rock n’ roll coloured Benny’s teenage years even after he returned home. He was typically mixed up in all sorts of weird cultish workings, thefts, underminings, etcetera. Unfortunately, Avalore found out about Benedict’s secret life, and, of course, squealed. Noah used his medical connections to get our hero locked away in a mental ward on Corellia to be treated for his “occult fixations” and “Sithy disposition.” Benedict began this tour at 19. It ended when he was 23.
Benedict’s asylum would eventually be unable to find funding to keep its doors open, and wound up dumping the magus out onto the street. It wasn’t long before he was reacquainted with old friends and bad habits, many of which concerned his membership within the Invisible Witnesses to the Defilement of Our Beloved Sister Susan – a mysterious, cultish organization of which Roddy Bojangles held prestigious membership as the Beggar’s Throne.
His work with the Witnesses sent him down many a dark path, leading very much to the death of those close to him, and even of Benedict himself. While Benedict, ever resourceful, was able to win his passage out of Hell via a fortunate poker-like game among ancient, powerful, dead Sith-Lords, when he returned to the living, he found that his family had died as casualties amidst the perpetual Galactic Civil War. The ghost of his beloved twin sister Avalore would haunt him until he bartered her soul away to escape his just deserts. Janey Hexam, a former lover of Benedict's, also deceased, was so disgusted by this behavior, she finally declared Benny unsalvageable and gave her essence to protect others against his misdeeds, Force-branding his very name with a curse so that, should anybody utter it, it would come with a psychological hiss, shouting his true face as a Coward, Liar, Betrayer, and Monster.
This has done little to curb Benedict’s conartistry.
With the passing of Roddy Bojangles, it was revealed that Benedict was in fact being groomed as the heir. Benedict is now the Beggar King of the Subway, a mystical “subterranean” rail system that serves as a connecting point between every city in the galaxy, collecting all manner of garbage, both material and sentient, that slipped through the cracks.
Since the Gulag, the population of the Subway has diminished, and Benedict has become quite mad.
1x Mnggal-Mnggal infected scientist head, collected during the Brawl of the Dead.
3x Mnggal-Mnggal infected sewage yams, also collected during the Brawl of the Dead
1x packet of cigarettes (Booma Slims) w/ disposable lighter
1x spraycan, "Ancient Dark Side Evil" Black
1x red sharpie
1x yellow lightsaber w/ battery exposed; struggles to maintain activation
1x Animus-class Assault Courier, awarded to him for undermining the Lord of the Fringe's righteous cause in the Dominion on Rattatak or whatever.
Book 1 - Another Season in Hell
Chapter 1: All These Things That I've Done
Into the Jaws of Hell
Chapter 2: Stations of the Cross
Netherworld: The Passion of the Guttermage
Book 2 - Magical Mystery Tour
Chapter 3: Get Clean
Chapter 4: Lust for Life
There's somethin' happening here, but you don't know what it is --
Do you, Mr. Jones?
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