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Benson Mailer

"Look, I'll make this Quick and Easy... Well, for me, anyway."

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a character in “Everlasting Ties”, as played by CompletelyCreative

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{ "I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women." }




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{ Full Name }
Benson Mailer

{ Nickname }
Ben

{ Birthday }
January 24th

{ Ethnicity }
Caucasian

{ Sexuality }
Straight

{ Species }
Human

{ Role }
Hunter

{ Face Claim }
Jensen Ackles






{ "I will kill you, your children, and your grandchildren." }




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{ Abilities }
Endurance
Benson has extreme endurance. Doctors have wondered if he had a 'Secretariat Heart,' but they never got the chance to find out. He can run and exercise for very long amounts of time.
Persuasive/Persistant
A strong will is a mild way to put how Ben argues. He can go on for hours, just to prove a point or stand correct in an argument. Some have said he'll outlive god trying to have the last word.

{ Likes }
โ—†The sound of rain โ—†Modern Rock โ—†Cars โ—†Junk Food โ—†Challenges โ—†Beer โ—†Womenโ—†Puzzles

{ Dislikes }
โ—†Pop Music โ—†Healthy food โ—†Setbacks โ—†Idiocy โ—†Moving Targets โ—†Silence โ—†Tension โ—†

{ Strengths/Talents }
โ—†Being Magnificently Sarcastic โ—†Aim โ—†'Brawn' โ—†Endurance in fights โ—†Experience โ—†Determination โ—†Ability to be unwilling to tell information โ—†Stubborn

{ Weaknesses }
โ—†Can be obsessive โ—†Brash โ—†Very Blunt โ—†Sometimes doesn't know when 'enough is enough' โ—†Can 'be down' often โ—†Needs motivation to become determined โ—†Can be his own setback โ—†

{ Personality }
โ—†BiPolarโ—†
Ben experiences periods of time (time amount can vary) which he feels more depressed or tired than others. This can affect his performance and the moods of those around him.
โ—†Couch Potatoโ—†
Although Ben does love a good action-packed adventure, he'll spend whatever time he can sitting on a couch with a cold beer in his hand, listening to loud Rock.
โ—†Boldโ—†
There's no point in denying it: Ben's got a knack for Bringing out the Brash. He loves to puff out his chest with pride and never fails (when he is in a light mood) to show off his skills to anyone who will watch.
โ—†Tough โ—†
No matter what mood he's in, no matter who he's against, Ben with always go down swinging. He's never afraid to take one for the team, and has no problem with getting mud/dirt/anything all over himself.
โ—†Flirty โ—†
Ben has a talent for wooing the ladies, and in some cases, men too. He never hesitates to show a little bit of skin to anyone he likes, showing off his bold side.




{ "I used to be scared of uncertainty. Now I get a high out of it." }




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{ History }
Benson was raised in a place where the best is the best. Competition is part of daily life. It was all about quality and quantity and everything in between, and whoever came out on top, got the big prize. That's because Benson was raised in an Orphanage. He was left on a doorstep, Harry Potter-style, when he was too young to be remembered. He was taken in by Georgia and Danny Mailer, a young, generous couple who had a small orphanage of about 8 kids. Ben was taken in and raised in the 'top dog' lifestyle, always trying to be the boldest, the brashest, the flirtiest, the loudest, all to get the best bed, or the most ice-cream. But, as he grew up with his 'family,' and his age changed, so did what he was trying to be. He would go from trying to be the loudest at 8, to trying to be the quietest at age 15. This led to contradiction emotions and habits, and although it was not the entire cause for Ben's BiPolar, it certainly didn't help. Now, Ben's left the Orphanage, but still visits often.
{ [color=]Family[/color] }
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{ Username }
CompletelyCreative
{ [color=]Nickname[/color] }
CCU
{ [color=]Other[/color] }
Character Dialogue #a61010

So begins...

Benson Mailer's Story

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ImageClaude groaned as the morning sunlight permeated through the old tattered blinds and shone on his eye lids. How long had he been asleep? 40 minutes? 40 hours? 40 days? No. 44 years. He was the eldest vampire and as he rose he saw a dark dusty room in front of him, weathered from the years of neglect. He moved from his bed, his pale bare feet touching the cold floor. The floor was nothing compared to his own cold veins. Thump. Thump. His feet made this sound as he strode down the hallway of the house. The house was silent, you could hear a pin drop in the entire house. Soon, when he did what was to be done, the house would be lively and they would be close to moving out and doing what needed to be done. He knocked on one door. His girlfriend. He knocked on another door. Toby's. Then he entered the last and walked over to the small sleeping figure. "Awaken my child."

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Odette's eyes opened in a snap. She slowly looked up to see the familiar face of her father. He looked different somehow though... Maybe it was the way his eyes were slightly hollowed and his cheeks a bit thinner, the way all vampires looked when they were starved. She supposed she looked this way too, as her jaw ached and fangs throbbed for the coppery taste of blood.

How long had they truly fallen asleep?

She slowly sat up on the bed and stretched, all of her joins giving off a sickening pop and crack noise, that only made her sigh in relief. It felt good to be able to move her body again. It seemed like a lifetime since she had done so...

"Father..." She whispered quietly. "In which time are we? What is the year?"

She could tell from the dust moats that floated through the air that they had been asleep a long time... Even her clothes seemed to be covered in them. She brushed herself off as she stood and looked up at her father for answers.

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Benson jerked awake, blinking out the sunlight.

'Dammit... What time is it?' He rolled over to check his digital clock, and almost sprung out of bed at the rectangle numbers.

'Oh, Shhh... Since when was is 12:03?' He ran to his closet, pulling out a Hurley t-shirt and a ripped pair of jeans. 'Oh man, I was supposed to be at the orphanage at ten!' He pulled on his boots and glanced in the mirror before grabbing his old jacket and hurrying out the door. He'd slept in again, and he was supposed to stop by his old home today... 2 hours ago. The aged couple that ran the place would be fretting, and... Oh geez, it would not be good.

Ben jumped into his car, revved the engine and pulled onto the road, speeding away.

'Oh god... Great, now I'll have to make up another lame excuse to why I'm late...'

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'Okay, okay, So... Strawberry Banana for Carrie, Mango for Wednesday, Peach for Alex, Blueberry for Jack... Anyone else want anything?' Benson had arrived in a big rush at the Orphanage, and he hadn't even been able to take off his jacket before he got turned right back around and asked to get a few things for the 'family'... Pretty much a smoothie run for the kids.

Without anyone running up and pulling on his leg for another order, he smiled. 'Okay then, I'm off!' He went out and jumped into his old car, and zoomed off to the local smoothie shop. He chuckled as he pulled up to the place.

'Late to visiting, and this is what I get... Talk about karma.' He got out of his car and strode up to the door, hearing its ring as he pushed it open. He smirked.

Talk about a guy like me going into a place like this.

Ben, with his old leather jacket, bulky Timberlands and ripped jeans, looked like the least likely type of person to enter a smoothie bar like this one. But, as he walked up to the counter, he realized he didn't really know anyone there. Just a girl with a surfboard talking with another person behind the counter. They seemed to know each other, that's all.

Judgement avoided... Well, kind of.

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'Okay, okay, So... Strawberry Banana for Carrie, Mango for Wednesday, Peach for Alex, Blueberry for Jack... Anyone else want anything?' Benson had arrived in a big rush at the Orphanage, and he hadn't even been able to take off his jacket before he got turned right back around and asked to get a few things for the 'family'... Pretty much a smoothie run for the kids.

Without anyone running up and pulling on his leg for another order, he smiled. 'Okay then, I'm off!' He went out and jumped into his old car, and zoomed off to the local smoothie shop. He chuckled as he pulled up to the place.

'Late to visiting, and this is what I get... Talk about karma.' He got out of his car and strode up to the door, hearing its ring as he pushed it open. He smirked.

Talk about a guy like me going into a place like this.

Ben, with his old leather jacket, bulky Timberlands and ripped jeans, looked like the least likely type of person to enter a smoothie bar like this one. But, as he walked up to the counter, he realized he didn't really know anyone there. Just a girl with a surfboard talking with another person behind the counter. They seemed to know each other, that's all.

Judgement avoided... Well, kind of.

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Odette padded around the town until she found herself standing in front of a cafe filled with humans. They smelt good. Against her better judgement, she padded in. Maybe she could learn more about the humans in here, and maybe figure out why people seemed so transfixed by caffeine.

She stared up at the menu, a puzzled look crossing over her face. What was all this stuff? She listened to a few orders, only getting more confused. A half-caf soy latte with no whip? What did it mean? It was like a new language. Maybe Toby would have known if he were here... She looked at a man with brown hair. She tapped his shoulder, looking at him and trying not to breath his sent, it was bad enough that she could hear his heart beating. "What is all of this...? Explain to me what whip is..." She murmured.

She paused when she noticed the man at the counter. No heartbeat. He wasn't human. A vampire not in her Father's coven? She stared the man down as she waited for an answer from the human male.

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Benson turned around to face a girl with pale skin, dark brown hair, a distracted look on her face, and... Red Eyes. Benson blinked as he took in the sight of her. This was definitely something he hadn't come across before... And he had seen a quite a bit. He swallowed, looking at the girl, about to ask what she needed.

She beat him to it.

'What is all of this...? Explain to me what whip is...' She was saying quietly. Ben blinked once more and looked around. Was she talking to him? He hadn't really gone that in depth with Shakespeare in school, but it definitely sounded as if she was speaking in that tone, and that wasn't entirely Benson's area of expertise, and she might have been talking to the guy at the counter, but apparently not. She also had this sort of distracted focus, like she was trying to block something out... but by her troubled face, it didn't seem to be working out too well. Ben raised his gaze to hers and gave a small smile.

'Okay, what are you looking at there, Snow White?' He leaned over to see the menu, and followed her gaze to "Half-Caf Soy Latte with No Whip." He nodded and looked back to her. 'Okay, er... A latte is kind of like coffee, you know that?' He spoke slowly; the girl didn't seem to be familiar with any of this vocabulary. 'Half-Caf means it's half caffeinated. Meaning that there is half regular coffee in the drink, and half decaffeinated coffee... Which means 'no caffeine.' Er... Soy means that instead of plain milk, from, you know...' He made little horns on the sides of his head, 'Cows, there is Soy milk instead. And whip... Well that's whipped cream, you know...' He made a stirring motion with his hands 'cream that is whipped. You put that all together,' he slowly brought his hands together, 'and you get a, say it with me, right... Half-Caf Soy Latte with No Whip.' He concluded his little explanation with a little nod of encouragement and a smile, as if to ask 'do you get it now?' He then fell quiet, waiting for Snow White to answer.

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Odette's eyes flicked over to his curiously, trying to ignore the fact that there was another vampire less than five feet from her. One she didn't know...

"Snow White?" She asked and raised a brow. She supposed she did resemble the fairy tail girl... Pale with dark hair and dark lips. She was quite the opposite personality wise. She would rather get mauled than be a damsel in distress and show weakness. If she did, it would be an insult to her father and all the training he taught her.

Odette shook her head and replied, "I understand now... Thank you Sir." She murmured softly and smiled a bit. You had to be nice to humans to be able to get close to them and learn their ways. Even though that was true, kindness didn't stop the burn in her throat telling her to just bite on the mans throat and take her fill. She was graceful though, and would find weaker prey.

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Character Portrait: Chantal Lambert Character Portrait: Odette Faye Character Portrait: Alaric Boyle Character Portrait: Rebekah Harvelle Character Portrait: Benson Mailer
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Alaric paused at Rebekah's question, hand poised over the tray of cash he was just about to get the change from for his current customer. He didn't respond for a moment, his eyes slightly faraway.

It wasn't the first time he was asked this question and more than likely, it would not be the last. And it wasn't like it was too difficult of a question. He cared for Chantal - perhaps, in some way, he might be able to fancy himself loving her. Maybe not in love with her, but love was...a delicate enough term to be used when describing that relationship. But more importantly...

"My relationship with Chantal is as it is - between the two of us, no offense," he said as politely as he could as he finished ringing up the customer, offering a pleasant smile to the departing male. Blue eyes found Rebekah's and softened. "But I do not...favor that editor. He...his presence is irritating."

He could have been an asshole. He could have been rude; his norm. But...this was also Rebekah - a sweet girl, someone he cared for as well. Maybe not on the same level of strong concern and overprotectiveness as Chantal, but then again that was because a girl like Rebekah could take care of herself. Chantal never would be able to.

As he awaited Chantal's return with the fruit for smoothies (she would be making the smoothies, no doubt), two new people entered. One in particular capturing his attention solely. Pale skin and dark hair, she wasn't like the other. There was no heartbeat. Her eyes were fixed on Alaric just as his were on her; she was dangerous.

There were not many vampires in Seattle. Alaric prided himself on knowing a good number of them; perhaps not all, but a good few. And she was not a familiar face. And unless -

He did not trust her.

And he only hoped Chantal would take her time.


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"No problem," Chantal called over her shoulder and hurried into the back storage room. Well, it was a kitchen and then a door to get into the storage, but whatever. Chantal filed through all of the ingredients they might not have out front and hurried to find them.

Damon complained all the time that she spent too much time here - that she really didn't need this job. With income still coming from her book sales and from the new TV series that would be premiering this year, she and her nice apartment were fine. It wasn't like she splurged often; in fact, she spent more on family than anything else. He would rather her working on a new book while continuing her studies.

What he didn't understand was that she felt at peace her. This was where she spent hours working on her book, where she saw people and used them as the faces of her characters - their temperaments became a part of her characters. She couldn't not be here. Though, she was beginning to think that his dislike of this place had more to do with his dislike for Alaric, which was puzzling but obviously none of her business.

"Aha!" Chantal let out an exclamation of triumph, holding up the frozen peaches. Thinking quickly, she grabbed some cream, milk, frozen strawberries, and the peaches. As quickly as she could she made her way back out to the front and grinned at Rebekah, who was standing close to the register. "Found them! One peach smoothie coming right up. You want whipped cream?"

And then Chantal noted the tension. Well, there was enough tension for her to notice above the chattering customers sitting in seats and the ones still waiting for their orders to be ready. She smiled at one of the workers awkwardly, curious as to why Alaric was practically glaring holes into the brunette female and the male with green eyes. A very cute guy - Okay, time to get started, she told herself mentally and got right to business, brushing past Alaric to get to the register. She tossed him a curious stare over her shoulder.

"Sorry about the wait," she said kindly, a sweet smile on her face towards the brunette female and the male standing behind her. "I'm Chantal and I can take your order."

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Character Portrait: Chantal Lambert Character Portrait: Claude Lector Character Portrait: Odette Faye Character Portrait: Alaric Boyle Character Portrait: Keela Williams Character Portrait: Rebekah Harvelle Character Portrait: Benson Mailer Character Portrait: Clarissa Saunders
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ImageClaude proceeded out of the ancient house with Clarissa. It was time to hunt, but not before observing the surroundings. He will try to stay away from Odette, let her do her own thing even though his heart as a father told him to follow her every movement to make sure she is alright. This new culture was much more different that the time he lived in. The women showed much too much skin. He was lucky that Odette was not like that. She was always sensible. They saw a cafe that seemed to be very crowded so they continued to walk down the streets, seeing many humans and nary a vampire.What did this time have in store for the new Coven?


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ImageRebekah smiled at Chantal when she gave her the smoothie. "Thanks Chanti." She turned to the new woman that Benson had called 'Snow White'. "I recommend the smoothies, Chantal makes them great." She turned to Keela. "Not really, I went surfing this morning." She turned back to Alaric to see him glaring at the new woman in the cafe. "Alaric. Why are you staring at her...? It's rude to stare at the customers."

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Image Odette hummed happily as she ordered her coffee from the woman, looking at the other vampire teasingly. She could tell the man held a connection to the woman. She wouldn't touch the girl. She knew what if felt like to lose people, how it could twist and rip at your heart, even if your heart didn't beat. Thats why she preyed on those who did not deserve to live. Criminals, drug dealers (though these peoples blood often tasted tainted) and other petty scum that lived out their lives in less than kind manners.

After she got her coffee she took a step back, surveying. She watched a human girl scold the elder vampire for staring at her, making Odette laugh quietly to herself. She watched the kind human man who dubber her 'Snow White' go to the counter to order many drinks. She also watched as a nervous looking girl came up to her and introduced herself as Keela. The blonde looked full to the brim with nerves.

Odette laughed softly. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss...".

People in this age were much more forward. Fourty-four years ago, people didn't socialize with her much. She was odd and dark looking. It was good to see that today's people were a bit friendlier.

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Character Portrait: Jordan James Lachowski Character Portrait: Chantal Lambert Character Portrait: Odette Faye Character Portrait: Alaric Boyle Character Portrait: Keela Williams Character Portrait: Rebekah Harvelle Character Portrait: Benson Mailer
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"Right, my apologies," Alaric said gently to Chantal, taking over at the register while she prepared the smoothies. He glanced back at the vampire, cast her a warning glance, and began to play the charming cashier. He didn't technically need the job. With his years of being alive, Alaric had wealth that he hadn't even touched yet. Chantal worked here and if more vampires were coming, it meant that he needed to keep a closer eye on her.

A moment later, he recalled Rebekah's words and gave her a crooked grin in return. "Would you rather I stare at you then?" He teased. "I always had a thing for hazel eyes." He even added a wink, causing a grinning Chantal to make time to punch his arm lightly.

"Stop trying to dazzle people," she chided gently, mirth glinting in her eyes. "It's not nice." She had just finished with the guy with beautiful eyes - seriously, beautiful eyes? - and sighed, content. Chantal's warm gaze then turned to the brunette Alaric had previously been glaring at, Jordan, and the blonde, Keela she believes, that Rebekah had spoken to. She had seen Keela before and actually found the name to be kinda cute. "And would either of you like to try the smoothies? Don't do this often and don't tell anyone I did, but I'll let you try them for free."

Chantal chose to ignore Alaric's disapproving glare.