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Benjamin Everhart

"Underneath this face, there's another that I don't let people see. It's less smiley, less sure, but a lot more like me."

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a character in “Just Survive”, as played by sethwy91


Benjamin Everhart

FULL NAME | Benjamin Avery Everhart
NICKNAMES | Ben, Benji, Stitches
AGE | 26
HEIGHT | 5'10"
WEIGHT | 146 lbs.
EYES | brown
HAIR | brown
BODY | slender
SCARS, MARKS, TATTOOS | several marks along his arms and neck from the numerous experiments performed on him.

Ben stands just under six feet tall and almost 150 pounds of lean, almost sinewy muscle. Built more like a runner, Ben is not the most imposing person you'll meet. His eyes are a rusty, light shade of brown and his hair is a dark brown almost indistinguishable from solid black. Ben is not much for fashion and can usually be found in whatever is comfortable like t-shirts or loose fitting hoodies and well worn jeans.



Much like his companions, Ben has two sides to his personality: the mask he wears and what he hides from most of the world. On the outside, the part that people can see, Ben is most easily described as the “life of the party”. Ben usually comes across as fun loving, a bit of a chain smoker, and always at least a little drunk. Often times appearing like a man on a mission to live life to the fullest, this is all done as a means to distract himself from his real problems. The partying, sex, and drinking are almost used as a convenient “nostalgia antidote” that Ben uses to delude reality with memories of his pre-experimentation life.

While most are under the impression that this gregarious act is the real Ben, those who know him, know that it’s still just that. An act. Just behind his mask, mostly kept out of sight, Ben is a complete mess. Never really sleeping, barely eating, and actively seeking out self-destructive activities are not Ben’s real joys, they are just symptom of what he buried long ago. His excessive drinking and smoking are not for fun but actually a means for keeping himself in a general state of sedation. More often than now, Ben can’t get to sleep without a few drinks in him. Ben is also somewhat paranoid and very suspicious of virtually everyone except for his group. However, even they are kept at a distance.

Despite his many problems, none of which are that out of the ordinary for people like him, Ben is a dedicated friend, something of a bleeding heart with a knack for martyrdom, and a simple desire to live free of captivity. Ben may have a list of vices a mile long, but it makes him no less dutiful and no less hateful of those who turned his life into a nightmare.

As a rule of thumb, Ben simply does not trust nor rely on much of anyone. As the child of a neglectful, opium addict and an abusive alcoholic, Ben has never really allowed himself to be too reliant on anyone. While he isn’t dumb enough to think he can handle everything that comes his way alone, Ben will almost always attempt to deal with his own problems, himself, usually without ever sharing it with anyone. Therefore, Ben holds most everyone at a distance, but while he may never feel comfortable completely trusting his companions, he won’t deny their usefulness and is thus always willing to accept them as allies against a common enemy.

Alcohol, Cigarettes, & Drugs. Sex and Sexy Men. Old Music from the 40s & 50s.

Emotionally Closed Off. Suspicious. Paranoid. Addict (Pretty Much Everything). Anger Issues and Power Control Difficulty.



ImageThe scientists at his primary facility referred to his abilities as being part of a larger category of abilities called "biokinetics" or the ability to manipulate foreign, biological systems.

To be more specific, Ben is capable of manipulating living, human cells. This does not allow him to accelerate the speed of cellular regeneration or even manipulate the structure of the cells, themselves. Instead, Ben is able to simply direct the cells to perform certain activities. While able to manipulate any type of human cell, dermal and sub-dermal cells are the easiest and he is becoming increasingly effective at manipulating muscle cells, as well. Bone cells, however, remain difficult for him.

So long as he maintains direct skin-to-skin contact with someone, he is able to direct, to an extent, their cells' activity. However, his abilities have their limits. As described by him, upon touching someone, "he feels what they feel". Their pain, their pleasure, their adrenaline spikes, their very body as a whole almost becomes an extended limb for Ben. It is believed by the scientists who did most of the studies on his powers that this is the key to how his powers actually work. Once physical contact is established, Ben's nervous system apparently "links", somehow, with the other human. It is through this connection that he is able to manipulate their body. He essentially forces impulses into the other's body, enabling him to make it act as he wishes.

Despite how invasive his powers appear and how invasive they could potentially become, much like learning how to use a hand you've just recently discovered you have, Ben has found it incredibly difficult to manipulate another person's body beyond forcing a muscle tear or pull, splitting skin, or, on just two occasions, stopping a heart. The bigger the action, the easier it is to perform. But forcing someone to pick something up, write something down, or even just walk, is fairly difficult and virtually impossible for Ben, at the moment.



ImageBenjamin “Benji” Everhart was born in 1990 to Michael and Jennifer Everhart in a rural town in north Tennessee. With his father unemployed more often than not and his mother addicted to painkillers, Ben’s early life consisted mainly of eating only at school and sometimes even stealing what he needed to get by, often with the help of his siblings.

Ben’s life improved slightly as he reached his teen years and at the age of 15, he managed to snag a job that allowed him to pay for his own things. Despite their upbringing, Ben and his siblings all grew up to be fairly responsible teenagers, albeit a little rambunctious. While they all held steady jobs throughout high school, they all blew most of their money on alcohol, cigarettes, and any other fun they could get their hands on to distract themselves from their family life.

ImageFights were pretty common between Ben and his father, and his regular, abusive outburst had always been a semi-frequent hazard of the Everhart household. Things finally came to a boiling point shortly after the start of Ben’s junior year in high school when, after coming home too late with a guy he’d been flirting with for some time, his drunk father decided to show his son how much he disliked having a gay son. Ben made sure the other boy got out of the house safely. While this was good for his friend’s safety, it did nothing but give both the Everhart men the license to completely let loose on one another. After nearly an hour of breaking furniture, shattered windows, and cracked drywall, his dad would grab his rifle and fire three shots into his son’s abdomen.

ImageLuckily Ben’s friend had called the police the second he made it out safely and they arrived on the scene just as the shots were fired. His father was put down that night and Ben was rushed to the emergency room. After hours of surgery, Ben finally awoke to see his siblings standing over him.

By the end of the entire ordeal and after his medical bills were added, Ben and his family essentially found themselves in a hole that they didn’t see any way out of. From then on, they all sought out new ways to get more money, quicker. Nearly all of his family found themselves in some illegal activity and nearly all of them had some criminal record by the time Ben was 18. As the family moved further into ruin, Ben took an opportunity to get some extra cash as a test subject for a local business. While it appeared to be legitimate and their advertisement claimed to only be testing vitamin supplements, Ben soon found out the real purpose behind the “business” was far more nefarious.

ImageThe doctors at his first facility never told Ben what the official story was regarding his disappearance upon being captured, but that soon became the least of his concerns. From that moment on, until the time he turned 24, Ben became a test subject for a series of heinous, unethical, invasive, and painful procedures that the doctors claimed would make him “more than human.” After nearly 4 months of increasingly unbearable torture, Ben finally found out what they meant.

As one of only a handful of patients that the organization ever subjected to the N-R165 mutagen, instead of naturally surfacing through a trigger, Ben’s unique gifts were “forced” by a compound that has left him permanently marked. Once forced, Ben eventually found out that he was able to manipulate the human body upon direct skin to skin contact. Unfortunately, upon this discovery, Ben’s powers would be put to grotesque work.

Ben broke free of the facility at the age of 24, one year ago, with the one person in this world he allowed himself to truly get close to. They’d spent months planning their escape and in the middle of the night, when most people were asleep or gone, the two used their powers to their advantage finally and freed themselves. Since then, the two are almost inseparable and travel together, everywhere they find themselves.

So begins...

Benjamin Everhart's Story


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Looking out to the horizon Danica walked across the wet grass barefoot, silently humming to herself. It has been quite a few hours since she has been out and about, only getting one or two hours of sleep, but that was the usual for her. Other people's thoughts haunted her mind as they tried to sleep, making it hard for her to shut them out. Once they did fall asleep her own mind kept her awake with memories of the program and her step-father plaguing her waking and dreaming mind.

As the sun rose she knew it was almost time to head home, knowing her brother was going to wake soon. If Dani was not home Lloyd would worry and who knows how that would go. It has been tense and awkward since he found her. Being able to read her brother's thoughts was unnatural and not something Dani wanted to do. Also Lloyd's mind was not normal and she hated being in it, making it hard for her being around him. Though Dani couldn't help but be thankful to have her older brother back in her life, if she just now could figure out where her mother was. Hoping her mother was still alive out there.

Looking up to the sky Dani took a deep breath in as she felt a breeze flow pass her. One hand going up to her hat to hold onto it as she just stood there taking in the moment. The girl was just wearing a black t-shirt, blue shorts, and a black hat. Her hair was a mess, looking like it has yet to be brushed for the day. A few minutes went by before Dani started to walk again, heading for the house. Her steps were slow, she was not in a hurry, not really wanting to be around others for she would then have to be hearing their thoughts for the day.

Reaching the steps to the house Dani knew someone was awake, most likely Benjamin for he was usually the first one awake. Stepping through the door Dani looked around before heading towards the common area as her eyes landed on Ben. There was no expression on her face as she spoke to Ben through his mind <"Goodmorning."> Turning towards the cupboard before heading towards the sink to fill it with water. Taking a sip Dani headed towards the couch and sat down quietly as her grey eyes stared at Ben with that same expressionless look <"I take it you had a rough night also?">

It was hard to keep things from Dani, which she did not like at all. People had their right to privacy and Dani felt like she was evading it. It felt wrong but she could not stop unless she disappeared all together and lived her life in solitary. Lloyd would never allow, at least she did not think so. It was easy for her to get lost in her thoughts or others' it happened often, spacing out when others were talking. In public places she would get odd looks but Dani would pay no mind to it, for the towns people already thought she was some gypsy Romani. They didn't think kind thoughts of her but Dani did not care.

Giving Ben her attention once more, tilting her head a bit as she twisted a piece of her hair between her fingers<"so is there any plans for the day?">


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Renata/Ren - Lesbian - 25 - 5'8"

There were only two ways Ren woke up on a given day. She either woke up screaming, nightmares of her time in that lab getting picked apart over and over haunting her, unable to escape the pain even in sleep. The frequency, as well as her begrudging proximity to other people, prompted her to sleep with duct tape over her mouth. It didn't always help. The other way Ren woke up, such as this morning, was starving. Her power/ability/curse/whatever you wanted to call it had her body constantly active, even if she wasn't. The good news was it kept her fit, burning calories to where she didn't need to work out nearly as often as she should to keep her physique, but the downside...

Her stomach grumbled, an indignant rumbling that demanded she get out of bed. Her eyes shot open in response, looking at the clock to see that the sun had barely been up. Benji was probably awake, but nobody sane probably should be. She shot up to a sitting position and scanned her room as she ripped the tape off of her mouth and absent mindedly fidgeted with it. None of her food stores seemed to survive her midnight snack in the hopes of sleeping in. She turned and reached under her pillow, frowning when she found only an empty Gobstoppers box. Her stomach gave a low growl of urgency, which only served to upset her further. She flopped out of bed, landing among the empty bottles and food wrappers she always said she'd pick up but never did, before slowly getting to her feet and scanning her room again. No food near her dirty clothes pile, she remembered eating the cheez-its in her closet, and the cereal boxes under her bed had been empty for days. She swore under her breath as she grabbed a shirt off the ground and started for the door. She hesitated for a second, glancing back at a pair of pants before looking down at the booty shorts she had fallen asleep in. She shrugged and opened the door, figuring Benji would be the only one up anyway, and she only intended to get something to eat before going back up and actually getting ready anyway.

She headed downstairs and made a beeline for the kitchen. She gave Benji a cursory wave as she passed him by, throwing open the pantry and analyzing its contents. There was still a box of what she'd guessed was supposed to be the European version of fruity pebbles left, which she greedily grabbed and threw open, shoving a fist inside to grab a handful before stuffing her face. The feeling of it sliding down her throat after she swallowed was euphoric, and it wasn't until she went to the fridge to grab the milk that she even really looked at Benji, or noticed that Danica was on the couch in the common room.

'Fuck... Sorry for the show Dani', she thought, but made no attempts at covering herself up or even really hurrying to get out of her line of sight. Focusing back on Benji, she thought for a brief moment again of how they met. The thought always came even if Ren didn't actively seek it out, of Ben crying as he stopped her heart, or scrambled her brain, or whatever else Abrams wanted him to do that day. The thought left as quickly as it came, and Ren pushed down the anger. She'd forgiven him, and the memories wouldn't take that away from her.

"Want a bowl, Benji? Actually eating something might help you feel a little less like shit. Same for you Dani. Nobody should be up this early by choice," She said, opening another cabinet, grabbing as many bowls as needed before setting them down on the counter and pouring her own bowl.

"Also shouldn't have to eat... Strawberry Pops?" she said as she looked at the box, her face sinking in annoyance," God I'd kill for some Captain Crunch. Or a fucking Big Mac."


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#, as written by Igari


He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a frown. He hadn't slept well that night. To be more specific, he had gotten perhaps an hour before the visions had started. Then he had given up. He had been just about falling asleep a few moments ago when he heard a door open from somewhere in the house. Hm, who was up at this... hour? Morning? Day? He turned on his side, glancing at the clock. Well, it was definitely the "morning" but that was a stretch. Was he really just going to settle for one hour of rest? The groggy, sick feeling in his joints told him that indeed, he wasn't going back to sleep. He was going to have to slug through the day like usual. Maybe if he got lucky, there would be time for a nap.

He laid there in silence for a few moments longer, trying to control his breathing. Trying to feel a little more at ease. He should feel happier, better, more accomplished. He found his sister. After all the hassle, after all the aggravation, he had tracked her down. She was back in his life. He hadn't been able to break it to her, to tell her the truth of what he had found back home. To him, it was priority that she be taken care of. Looked after. Even if he had a distant and rather abrasive way of doing it. She was his only family... and she meant the world to him. Ugh. He was getting sentimental, laying on his bed in the dark.

He leaned up, throwing off his boxers and shirt to slip on some new clothes. Screw this, he was hungry. He needed something to get his mind off of things. He opened his door, nearly banging into the wall. He forgot how thin the hallways were, really. Ever since he had escaped, well, the lot of them had--they had adapted this... "living" situation. He couldn't say he was too pleased, Benjamin was an awful roommate. He would come home completely wasted, slink up the stairs, crash into everything and anything that could be knocked over, and was just too loud. His sister was a downright angel, quiet, and respectful, never a complaint about her. And Ren, well, all too clearly he remembered how she had snuck into his room the night before last looking for food. That had been unpleasant. He was pretty sure they were both sticking to the "it was too dark to see" story because neither one of them was bringing it up.

As he wandered down the hall, he caught the faint tones of conversation from the kitchen. A quick peek over the banister confirmed at least three occupants in the immediate area. Deciding instead to take the long way about, he went down the stairs and walked out the back door. He breathed out. Freedom kind of felt shitty. It wasn't fulfilling, it wasn't anything of which he fantasized about. Who knew where those psychopaths were now... or was he the crazy one. He was the one... wait.

He turned back around slowly, no longer seeing the house behind him. His pulse began to quicken and he frowned, looking frantically to either side. This couldn't be happening again. He tried to calm himself but to no avail, he could see his sister coming over the hill. Instinctively, he went to approach her, but as he neared, he saw that she was being pursued by someone else. His blood ran cold, he went to go call out her name... but she was being pushed to the ground, one of the figures straddling her. He stuck something into her arm, she was screaming, gasping. And then they locked eyes. In a horrifying, split second, they shared a stare. And she screamed out his name. It seemed to last an eternity and as he went to reply, he was standing in the backyard. His mouth half-hanging open.

He blinked several times, trying to feel better, trying to relax. Was he back? Was that real? What the hell was that in the first place? He immediately turned back into the house, rounding the corner to the kitchen. He looked at everyone with wide eyes and with no words, he stepped over to Dani and hugged her tight. Shit. He hated it when he had those visions, he hated it when he saw... he drew back, settled her with a firm look, and then crossed his arms, barely able to speak.

"... morning." He didn't meet anyone's gaze. His sister knew a little more about these panic attacks he had. Everyone else probably just thought he was overly affectionate towards her. He was tired of confirming that she was still alive. Tired of checking that they were still real. His thoughts were running a mile a minute and his body was shaking. He hated this "power". And now he was going to be paranoid for the rest of the day. Fan-tucking-fastic.