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{ “conducting symphonies of heat exchange energies”}
{ Misnomer }
Benjamin Isaac Braeden
{ Nickname }
Ben
{ Age }
Twenty
{ Sexuality }
Bisexual
{ Romantic Orientation }
Panromantic
{ Species and Side }
Human; Hunter
{ Hunting Abilities }
☸Adaptability☸
Perhaps Ben's greatest asset, and what easily gets him through most hunts is the fact that he's so adaptable to his environment; easily picking up information and improvising weapons as needed, Ben always has a plan, or at least a course of action.
☸Combat Training☸
From a young age, Ben knew how to fight, and fight well, with improvised weapons and the usual weapons of the hunting trade; knives and guns. A good marksman and a better improvised combatant, Ben shows the Winchester bloodline well.
☸Physical Prowess☸
Physically less strong than his father, and with less ambition to stay fit than his uncle, Ben mostly keeps himself to the area of the field where he can use his adaptability to his favor, as well as his ridiculous endurance and dexterity, where speed and strength fail him.
☸Mechanic☸
Ben knows his way around a car, and can not only drive any landboat you toss at him, but he can probably replace its transmission as well.
☸Researcher☸
Research is the part of hunting Ben loves almost more than the actual kill; learning and reading books about the things he's going to be hunting, and converting the book learning into practical knowledge is one of his absolute favorite things.
{ “i pledge to make no difference; i aim to make no stand”}
Benjamin Isaac Braeden
{ Nickname }
Ben
{ Age }
Twenty
{ Sexuality }
Bisexual
{ Romantic Orientation }
Panromantic
{ Species and Side }
Human; Hunter
{ Hunting Abilities }
☸Adaptability☸
Perhaps Ben's greatest asset, and what easily gets him through most hunts is the fact that he's so adaptable to his environment; easily picking up information and improvising weapons as needed, Ben always has a plan, or at least a course of action.
☸Combat Training☸
From a young age, Ben knew how to fight, and fight well, with improvised weapons and the usual weapons of the hunting trade; knives and guns. A good marksman and a better improvised combatant, Ben shows the Winchester bloodline well.
☸Physical Prowess☸
Physically less strong than his father, and with less ambition to stay fit than his uncle, Ben mostly keeps himself to the area of the field where he can use his adaptability to his favor, as well as his ridiculous endurance and dexterity, where speed and strength fail him.
☸Mechanic☸
Ben knows his way around a car, and can not only drive any landboat you toss at him, but he can probably replace its transmission as well.
☸Researcher☸
Research is the part of hunting Ben loves almost more than the actual kill; learning and reading books about the things he's going to be hunting, and converting the book learning into practical knowledge is one of his absolute favorite things.
{ “i pledge to make no difference; i aim to make no stand”}
{ Likes }
☸ Reading ☸ Rain ☸ Cars ☸ Hunting ☸ Modern Rock ☸ Diner food ☸ Classic Rock ☸ Guns ☸ Improvised weaponry ☸ His family ☸ Living on the go ☸ Baseball (watching; he doesn't play anymore) ☸ Quiet ☸ Cigarettes ☸ Booze ☸ Long, long car rides ☸ Writing ☸ Hunting ☸
{ Dislikes }
☸ Pollen ☸ Nagging ☸ Being rushed ☸ Being told what to do ☸ Television shows ☸ Salad ☸ Pop music ☸ Rap music ☸ Big, crowded cities ☸ Light pollution ☸ Dead end research ☸ Making the first move ☸ Vodka ☸
{ Fears }
☸ Being forgotten; forgetting all the good he's seen ☸ Dying ☸ Losing the ability to hunt ☸ Not being able to protect his mother, his family ☸ People seeing him as he sees himself ☸ Getting too close to someone; letting his emotions get away from him ☸ Not killing the right thing ☸
{ Skills }
☸ Mechanics ☸ Improvised Combat ☸ Endurance ☸ Research ☸ Stubborn Determination ☸ Adaptability ☸
{ Deficits }
☸ Slow ☸ Physically of average strength ☸ Emotionally distant at first meeting ☸ Self loathing ☸ Never takes things quite seriously enough ☸ Women and men of any pretty caste or with food or nice cars can easily sway him ☸ He can't read a clock to save his life, nor is he ever punctual ☸ Terrible sense of direction ☸ Annoyingly possessive ☸ Often says the wrong thing ☸ A bit mentally unsound ☸ Easily enchanted by people ☸
{ Marks }
An anti-posession tattoo on his inner left hip with a devil's trap on his opposing hip in the same style. He also has a pair of guns tattooed along the crests of his shoulderblades and crossing in the middle.
{ “i'll stick to keeping shy; a resolution that i've finally had enough”}
☸ Reading ☸ Rain ☸ Cars ☸ Hunting ☸ Modern Rock ☸ Diner food ☸ Classic Rock ☸ Guns ☸ Improvised weaponry ☸ His family ☸ Living on the go ☸ Baseball (watching; he doesn't play anymore) ☸ Quiet ☸ Cigarettes ☸ Booze ☸ Long, long car rides ☸ Writing ☸ Hunting ☸
{ Dislikes }
☸ Pollen ☸ Nagging ☸ Being rushed ☸ Being told what to do ☸ Television shows ☸ Salad ☸ Pop music ☸ Rap music ☸ Big, crowded cities ☸ Light pollution ☸ Dead end research ☸ Making the first move ☸ Vodka ☸
{ Fears }
☸ Being forgotten; forgetting all the good he's seen ☸ Dying ☸ Losing the ability to hunt ☸ Not being able to protect his mother, his family ☸ People seeing him as he sees himself ☸ Getting too close to someone; letting his emotions get away from him ☸ Not killing the right thing ☸
{ Skills }
☸ Mechanics ☸ Improvised Combat ☸ Endurance ☸ Research ☸ Stubborn Determination ☸ Adaptability ☸
{ Deficits }
☸ Slow ☸ Physically of average strength ☸ Emotionally distant at first meeting ☸ Self loathing ☸ Never takes things quite seriously enough ☸ Women and men of any pretty caste or with food or nice cars can easily sway him ☸ He can't read a clock to save his life, nor is he ever punctual ☸ Terrible sense of direction ☸ Annoyingly possessive ☸ Often says the wrong thing ☸ A bit mentally unsound ☸ Easily enchanted by people ☸
{ Marks }
An anti-posession tattoo on his inner left hip with a devil's trap on his opposing hip in the same style. He also has a pair of guns tattooed along the crests of his shoulderblades and crossing in the middle.
{ “i'll stick to keeping shy; a resolution that i've finally had enough”}
{ Personality }
☸ Stubborn ☸ Adaptable ☸ Quiet ☸ Shy ☸ Confident ☸ Snarky ☸ Kind ☸
Where his father was brash, Ben holds his tongue and knows how to make himself forgettable. He's also adaptable, and a quick learner, but more importantly, he's forgettable. It stems from an innate self loathing and lowered sense of self worth that allows him to slip away like dandelion fluff in the wind. He's enamored of the open road, but too often finds himself unable to connect to places or people due to his innate distrust and lowly sense of self. While brave in combat and when facing monsters, Ben would rather turn tail than socialize with a large group or for extended amounts of time and he's prone to panic attacks when surrounded by lots of people for more than a little while. Anxious, and fidgety, Ben gets nervous when things aren't going as planned, although he is usually quick to reconfigure, and he's incredibly stubborn and persistent. With a fondness for family, and anyone who catches his eye for more than a few moments, Ben holds everyone above him and will happily protect most people with his life. This is all too often his downfall, though, as he trusts the wrong people too close to him, even if he rarely releases information. Quick to be enchanted and intrigued, Ben remains waiting until someone else gives him the go ahead to show affection or support. He's a natural born follower or loner and in positions of leadership he falls apart under stress and confusion.
Ben loves reading; fiction, nonfiction, lore, anything. It's been said before he's addicted to words, and he has a voracious appetite for books, along with writing. He believes in the spirit of the great American novel, and he wants to write it someday, based on the adventures he's had across the American wastes. Too often his world becomes a soundingboard for his own thoughts because of this, though, and Ben is incredibly prone to romanticizing that which needs no romanticizing. Shy on first glance, one on one and on the road, travelling companions are subjected to an onslaught of energy and an almost incessant chatter about whatever strikes Ben's fancy. Easily mislead, and bad at socializing under pressure, it's common for Ben to say all the wrong things in diplomatic ventures, and he's very physical, which means he's too-often a little too friendly to those who he gets close to.
{ History }
Born to one Lisa Braeden, Ben had an easy, normal life during his first nine years. Little of note happened save for his incessant, passionate interest in cars, other kids, and a budding love for rock and roll. He never thought much about having a father; it was simply something that happened to other people, not him. And then he turned nine and there was Dean Winchester, who smelled of leather, and dried blood, and dirt and lighter fluid and metal. And for the first time in Ben's life he really took a full, willing breath. This was the beginning of the actual living, surviving part of his life.
Ben quickly fell for not only his father, Dean Winchester, but the Winchester lifestyle, and the open road ideals carried him through middle school while he used his new knowledge of the supernatural to protect his mother and his friends at every chance; there was always a weapon hidden somewhere he'd get into, and there was always a devil's trap on the floor. As soon as Ben turned fourteen he talked one of his older friends into giving him the tattoos he has on his hips, the devil's trap and the anti-possession tattoo, something he's been ceaselessly grateful for having more than a few times in his short hunting career.
By the time he was fifteen, Ben was hunting in his town, and was drawing far too much attention for his own liking, so he began training his mother in the ways of hunting as well, how to keep herself safe until he could get out of there, go join the wandering hunt across the country. It didn't take long, for her defense to be on par with his and for him to be ready to leave; he was sixteen when he dropped out of school and took the 1974 Cadillac sixty special he was given as a birthday present and hopped town with a trunk full of guns and a head full of dreams.
Dean had little influence on this decision, or on his four full years as a hunter between then and now, although they've certainly crossed paths since Ben was young. Instead, Ben spent his time on long roads and hunting solo, with no one to watch his back and only him to check his work. This got him in trouble more than enough times, and he has the scars and lacking reputation to prove it, but he's had the success and belligerent hunting skill of a Winchester since he started trying to exercise it. While not particularly social, Ben did come across more than enough fellow hunters and hunting roadhouses like the Harvelles' in his four years of service, which has given him a web of knowledge and intel that spans the country, although meaningful relationships have been lacking significantly since Ben left his mother.
{ Other }
Dialogue Color: 086B66
☸ Stubborn ☸ Adaptable ☸ Quiet ☸ Shy ☸ Confident ☸ Snarky ☸ Kind ☸
Where his father was brash, Ben holds his tongue and knows how to make himself forgettable. He's also adaptable, and a quick learner, but more importantly, he's forgettable. It stems from an innate self loathing and lowered sense of self worth that allows him to slip away like dandelion fluff in the wind. He's enamored of the open road, but too often finds himself unable to connect to places or people due to his innate distrust and lowly sense of self. While brave in combat and when facing monsters, Ben would rather turn tail than socialize with a large group or for extended amounts of time and he's prone to panic attacks when surrounded by lots of people for more than a little while. Anxious, and fidgety, Ben gets nervous when things aren't going as planned, although he is usually quick to reconfigure, and he's incredibly stubborn and persistent. With a fondness for family, and anyone who catches his eye for more than a few moments, Ben holds everyone above him and will happily protect most people with his life. This is all too often his downfall, though, as he trusts the wrong people too close to him, even if he rarely releases information. Quick to be enchanted and intrigued, Ben remains waiting until someone else gives him the go ahead to show affection or support. He's a natural born follower or loner and in positions of leadership he falls apart under stress and confusion.
Ben loves reading; fiction, nonfiction, lore, anything. It's been said before he's addicted to words, and he has a voracious appetite for books, along with writing. He believes in the spirit of the great American novel, and he wants to write it someday, based on the adventures he's had across the American wastes. Too often his world becomes a soundingboard for his own thoughts because of this, though, and Ben is incredibly prone to romanticizing that which needs no romanticizing. Shy on first glance, one on one and on the road, travelling companions are subjected to an onslaught of energy and an almost incessant chatter about whatever strikes Ben's fancy. Easily mislead, and bad at socializing under pressure, it's common for Ben to say all the wrong things in diplomatic ventures, and he's very physical, which means he's too-often a little too friendly to those who he gets close to.
{ History }
Born to one Lisa Braeden, Ben had an easy, normal life during his first nine years. Little of note happened save for his incessant, passionate interest in cars, other kids, and a budding love for rock and roll. He never thought much about having a father; it was simply something that happened to other people, not him. And then he turned nine and there was Dean Winchester, who smelled of leather, and dried blood, and dirt and lighter fluid and metal. And for the first time in Ben's life he really took a full, willing breath. This was the beginning of the actual living, surviving part of his life.
Ben quickly fell for not only his father, Dean Winchester, but the Winchester lifestyle, and the open road ideals carried him through middle school while he used his new knowledge of the supernatural to protect his mother and his friends at every chance; there was always a weapon hidden somewhere he'd get into, and there was always a devil's trap on the floor. As soon as Ben turned fourteen he talked one of his older friends into giving him the tattoos he has on his hips, the devil's trap and the anti-possession tattoo, something he's been ceaselessly grateful for having more than a few times in his short hunting career.
By the time he was fifteen, Ben was hunting in his town, and was drawing far too much attention for his own liking, so he began training his mother in the ways of hunting as well, how to keep herself safe until he could get out of there, go join the wandering hunt across the country. It didn't take long, for her defense to be on par with his and for him to be ready to leave; he was sixteen when he dropped out of school and took the 1974 Cadillac sixty special he was given as a birthday present and hopped town with a trunk full of guns and a head full of dreams.
Dean had little influence on this decision, or on his four full years as a hunter between then and now, although they've certainly crossed paths since Ben was young. Instead, Ben spent his time on long roads and hunting solo, with no one to watch his back and only him to check his work. This got him in trouble more than enough times, and he has the scars and lacking reputation to prove it, but he's had the success and belligerent hunting skill of a Winchester since he started trying to exercise it. While not particularly social, Ben did come across more than enough fellow hunters and hunting roadhouses like the Harvelles' in his four years of service, which has given him a web of knowledge and intel that spans the country, although meaningful relationships have been lacking significantly since Ben left his mother.
{ Other }
Dialogue Color: 086B66