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The Benafactor

"Find, examine and destroy."

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a character in “Experimental Value”, as played by TheFlag

Description

Name: Benjamin Stark, "Formal introductions are more... appropriate." Image
Age: 42 "Age is an obstacle that has been passed."
Gender: Male
Appearance: Benjamin's build is fairly healthy, and he could easily pass for a 30 year old his body is muscular and rather lean as not an inch of fat clouds it, he credit this due to his healthy life style as he often be seen exercising. Benjamin's face is pronounced and fairly jagged, his lips are always perused into a small arrogant smile that can chill even the bravest person, his face other then that contracts a blank undisclosed expression which is a void however by looking at his face you can see in his eyes that he is a murderer. Benjamin's eyes are an unnatural blue which seems to glow, even in pitch black no one questions his appearance however probably due to fear. Benjamin's head is completely bold, just like a snooker ball and even reflects light, he thinks hair is an unpractical thing that gets in the way.
Skills: Benjamin has a P.h.D. in Genetic Engineering and other fields, and is unnaturally intelligent.
Role: Lead Scientist "I am head of my field, and you'll do well to remember it."

Personality: Benjamin is cold and reserved, not letting his judgement cloud his work. He is also very prideful of his accomplishments in life and will flaunt, and boast whenever he gets the chance. Although he can be seen as big headed, he is cold and unfeeling the only thing that matters to him is his research and he would kill anyone who got in the way of the development and progress. He seems to have a lust for knowledge, and is often in his free time increasing his mental skills, the more knowledge he has the more power he has over people is his philosophy. Benjamin also loves games, not childish games but one that involve intellectual battles such as chess. He is also seen to have a lust for power wanting it and constantly gaining it and hoarding it away. The closest thing he has to emotion is connected with his research, if anything happened to that his anger would froth, not fiery however the cold, vengeful sort.
Likes: Control, progress, genetics, intelligence, games/
Dislikes: Arrogance, ignorance, stupidity, emotions.
Fears: His research losing it all.

So begins...

The Benafactor's Story

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The Benefactor

Benjamin sat at his desk, his eyes slowly running over his specimen's files examining them calmly in total there were eight it wasn't a lot their kind was hard to come by after all but he'd gather more so this didn't really bother him. They'd probably begin waking up by now, wondering where they are and more infinite amounts of questions he wouldn't answer of course he'd do this to be cruel but what he would do was give them a introduction for, the torment which lies ahead of each of them it would have to wait a while however as he didn't like some of the investigation reports, he figured he might have to contact the Chief of Police again, and ask for some minor tweaks in the investigations. Spinning his chair around, he pushed himself up and faced the desk his finger pressed the intercom button for the Cell Block and he began to speak into it, "Hello my specimens" he said smoothly into the microphone "Let me explain where you currently reside at, you're in a prison for your existence, you're an abomination that must be studied for the greater good." he chuckled which seemed to spit venom "You'll reside here for the rest of your life. Escape and other dreams are unfathomable you're mine now." conviction and his true, personality was seething through now "If any of you even attempt something like this, you'll wish that you could die." his finger released the button, and his throat relaxed. Benjamin was satisfied with the intimidation value, keeping them docile was a priority after all.

Benjamin slowly pushed himself up, he seemed to have slumped while leaning against his desk a small yawn coming out of his mouth as he adjusted his lab coat and headed for the door. Outside his facility was busy Scientists ran by, and Guards saluted him as he walked past people moved out of his way afraid, respect he didn't care as long as they followed him. Opening the door to the Splicing Lab Benjamin, walked inside and approached the nearest Scientist a small woman in her thirties intelligence gleamed from her eyes "Give me the results for Project Bravo." he simply demanded, she nodded in acknowledgement "Sir, the specimens responded positively to the gene splicing therapy and have all been injected with, the most compatible DNA signature, I assume they are malleable for further splicing. As you are aware Sir, the specimens white blood cell level are extremely high giving them extreme endurance, and resistance to disease, this has been raised higher due to the splicing." Benjamin nodded calmly "I am aware of this, I want you working on this trait and try to extract the white blood cells and examine one, to see if there is an anomaly in the cell." The scientist simply nodded, as he walked back outside the Splicing Lab and back to his office.

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Character Portrait: The Benafactor Character Portrait: Haru Arashi

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Haru's eyes shot open and, although the room was dark, she noticed she could see perfectly. She sat up in a rather uncomfortable bed and rubbed her forehead, noticing her sense of smell and hearing had improved somehow. Though it was hard to focus due to an intense migraine.

"Hello my specimens."

Something new on her head twitched at the sound of a man. She stood up, the cement floor cold on her bare feet and something light sliding off the bed behind her. She reached turned her head to discover a long, black tail trailing out from a whole in the silk pants she was wearing.

"Let me explain where you currently reside at, you're in a prison for your existence, you're an abomination that must be studied for the greater good."

The man laughed, sending chills up Haru's spine. What is going on? Am I dreaming? An abomination?, she thought to herself, looking around on the dark ceiling to see where the voice was coming from. By now she was fully able to move her tail, and was rather surprised about it. She had also realized that the reason her hearing had improved was that she had a pair of what appeared to be panther ears where her old ears used to be. What am I? What is going on with me? Her head was throbbing and it was hard to think straight.

"You'll reside here for the rest of your life. Escape and other dreams are unfathomable you're mine now. If any of you even attempt something like this, you'll wish that you could die."

Haru felt a little sick to her stomach as a sudden realization hit her. She walked up the the door of the room, its small window blocked with iron bars. She pressed her face up against the bars, her golden eyes gazing down the dark hallway, just enough to see a few other rooms which must hold other prisoners. She was one of them. Her legs begun to shake as she slowly stepped backward. Pressing her back against the wall, she slid onto the floor and pressed her knees to her chest. She was encountering one of her biggest fears, being locked in a cage.

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Character Portrait: The Benafactor Character Portrait: Haru Arashi

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As Haru felt more and more suffocated bundled up in the back of the cell, a sudden feeling of urgency shot through her. She took in a breathe and slowly stood up, pressing her hand on the stone wall to keep from falling over. You need to calm down Haru, she said to herself. Taking in another breathe she made her way to one wall that had a small mirror-like rectangle hanging from it. She was very surprised when she came face to face with someone that seemed to be her, but also looked very different. Her once emerald green eyes had turned to a piercing gold color. Where her human ears had once been there was a pair of black, panther-like ears with white tufts on the inside and her hair was cut short and had choppy edges. She placed her hand on the surface of the plastic-like mirror and stared deep into the familiar yet, strange eyes. This person. This person is me. What happened to me? She closed her eyes as a rush of adrenaline, or maybe anger, surged through her. Haru stepped up to the door of the small cell, her tail trailing behind her. She grasped her sweaty hands around the bars and took a deep, hesitant breathe. "Who the hell are you to talk to us like we are your pets!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway. "And what right do you have not even showing your face to us and then calling us abominations!" She backed away from the door and looked around the room, then tilted her head to the ceiling. "Who the hell are you and where are we!" She demanded, still looking around, trying to find some kind of speaker the voice may have been coming from.

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Character Portrait: Jane T. Godfrey Character Portrait: The Benafactor Character Portrait: Haru Arashi

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Haru's new ears twitched forward. She could hear so much better than usual and her senses, although were still adjusting, could hear almost everything. She got up off her knees and listened to one of the girls down the hallway, although the sound was a little muffled, talk about being fed. She clenched her teeth and walked back up to the door. "Of course they don't care if we die or not!" she yelled loudly. "You think they actually care about feeding us? They lock us up in this little room, call us "specimens", I'm surprised there is even a bed in here!" She stepped back away from the door again, her eyes beginning to water. She was so hungry. And although she didn't want to admit it, she was terrified. What is that guy going to do with us? Are they going to feed us? Will they ever let us go? When will we meet this man? Her headache was returning and her tail drooped. She sighed. Part of her didn't want to see the face that belonged to that voice, but the other part of her wanted to rip his throat out. What part was that? Her animal instinct? Did she even have those?