Name: Benjamin A. Wallace II, but he goes by his middle name; Atlas.
Role:
Aristocrat Spy
Age:
Twenty-four
Occupation:
Security technician; it's his job to know whats going on in the mansion so naturally both sides want him to work for them.
Class:
Commoner
Personality: Driven by the desire for wealth and power, Atlas is willing to do just about anything to get what he wants. He is a compulsive lair, making it hard to tell what's really going on in his head, even if you can read minds. Loyalty isn't really in his vocabulary, and neither is losing. If you have him cornered, he can be very unpredictable, and there for dangerous. Confrontation isn't is strength so he avoids it when he can. Atlas can convince anyone his on their side with a crooked smile and a subtle wink. He is known to be a smooth talker, which has gotten him out of a lot of trouble, but also got him in even more.
Likes:
+Aristocratic women. He set a goal in mind to sleep with all the women in the mansion, but especially the Aristocracy. it's important to have goals.
+Cigarettes, menthol to be precise. Atlas has been known to smoke cigars on special occasions, but he usually sticks to his black cloves.
+Money. He's not greedy or anything like that, he just wants to be comfortable.
Dislikes:
-Arrogant bastards that think they know everything, they remind him of his father. They can go to hell, most of them of them.
-Alcohol. He'll drink if he has to, but he prefers to have a sober mind.
-Losing. Atlas hates losing with a passion. That's why he's on the winning side.
Background: Atlas doesn't focus on what it was like before the bombs, when his mother was still alive. Son of a loan shark and black-market dealer, Atlas grew up with money by what ever means necessary. A little after his father legitimized his loaning business, he committed suicide;leaving the company to his business partner... Marcus Bennett, The High King. For a long time Atlas admired Marcus, his cutthroat business ways and womanizing attributes made him like a god in the young mans eyes, but recent evidence led Atlas to believe that his father was murdered and the Aristocracy was somehow involved. This opened his eye to the people behind the power and thought him a valuable lesson trust no one, especially gods. Now, emotionally numbed, he made his way onto the security staff of the mansion to uncover the truth about his fathers death; not realizing he is stepping onto a rebellious plot.