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Ben Tera

"I'm trapped in an endless circle of melancholia."

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a character in “The Ash River”, as played by Cyline

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"I must be perfect. I must always stay perfect. I will be perfect, but no matter how hard I try, I'll never be perfect."


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Full Name:
Benevolence Christiane Tera
   
Nicknames and Aliases:
Ben~Benny~Lady Tera~Miss Tera~Perfect~Lady Benevolence~Miss Benevolence~Miss Ben

Race:
Supporter

Status:
First Tier
   
Gender:
Female
   
Age:
17
   
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Gift:
Mental Influence
Ben was about five when her Gift first manifested. A man tried to kidnap her and she wished he would let her go and die in a hole. He let her go and it was later announced that a man was found dead in a ditch. Ben can influence a person's actions. However, she has to have direct physical contact to do so, unless she has touched a person enough times. Ben hates her Gift with a passion and refuses to use it for anything other than self-defense. No one knows about her Gift either as she keeps it a secret.

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Hair Color:
Black
   
Eye Color:
Blue
   
Height:
5'4"
   
Weight:
110 lbs

Tattoos:
N/A; a Lady with a tattoo is considered scandalous
   
Piercings:
N/A; earrings are considered gaudy and unnecessary for a Tier One
   
Scars:
Ben only has one scar, which is almost unnoticeable and usually well hidden on the back of her neck. She received it when she was wandering near the river and she tripped, cutting her neck on a sharp rock.
   
Oddities:
Ben always has a hairpiece around her side ponytail. Most would consider it unneeded and against the Customs, but as the Perfect, she is allowed to wear it.


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Personality:
{Deceitful, Quiet, Observant, Adventurous, Cold, Distrustful}
On the outside, Benevolence Tera is the picture of Supporter perfection, her parents couldn't be more proud. However, she only keeps up this calm face of quiet flawlessness to hide who she truly is. She is actually quite condescending and arrogant in her mind, especially when sitting through hours of boring conversation. Ben is also very observant, which makes her a bit dangerous, especially if she can tell you are breaking the Customs. She is quiet because she is distrustful, the only person she fully trusts is Indigo. She can also come off as cold to people she doesn't like and she will let you know she doesn't like you without breaking the Customs. It is easy for her to come off as icy in short four word sentences.

Ben is also very adventurous and-dare I say it?- idealistic. She dreams of a world with bridges built across the river, uniting the two Sides. It is not unusual for her to spend hours at the riverbank, wishing she could leave behind her dull life of Customs and suitors. She wants to marry for love, but the majority of men among the Court are idiots that will do anything the Customs tell them to. Ben feels like something is going on beneath the surface of the West Side, but she won't bring it up to anyone, even Indigo, for fear of herself and them getting hurt. Ben is protective of her friends and family and truly does want to please them, but she doesn't know if she'd be willing to betray her heart and her morals to please them.

As much as she wants to leave the West Side, she knows she's not actually brave enough to. She wants to be like the heroes and heroines in her novels, always ready to leap into a fight. Ben is not brave enough to do anything like that, it's why she's tried so hard to obey the Customs. She doesn't want to seem out of place. Now, the only thing separating her from a life of Lady perfection is her inability to leave Ash River and her horror at marrying someone she doesn't love.
   
Hobbies:
Reading: Ben loves reading whatever she can get her hands on. One of the few things she misses about Miran University is their huge library.

Playing the Violin: Ben is an accomplished violin player, it was one of things that got her recognition as the Perfect.

Walking by the Riverbank: Her parents only let her do this because they plan on marrying her off to someone far inland. She goes closer to the edge than anyone else dares to, almost touching the water.

Swimming: It is taught to everyone on the West Side as a precaution during the Floods. More than one person has been lost to the water. However, unlike most people, Ben thoroughly enjoys swimming and will often do it at the designated pools.

Art: As well as being a good art critic, Ben is an amazing artist, but she can't draw faces, no matter how hard she tries. She loves to paint the river.
      
Habits:
Bites her lip when she's nervous~Blushes for no reason~Jumps slightly when she walks
     
Likes/Loves:
Animals~Ash River~Swimming~Water~Books~Art~Music

Dislikes/Hates:
Miran University~Customs~Being Restricted~River Snakes~Being Away from the River~The Thought of Marrying Someone She Doesn't Love

Strengths:
Swimming~Playing the Violin~Blending In~Observing

Weaknesses:
Cowardice~People Skills~Writing Letters~Anything Mechanical


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History:
Benevolence Tera was born to Lord Draco Tera and Lady Patience Tera. She was their second child, with their son Cato being the oldest. From a young age, Ben had been obsessed with Ash River, along with Cato. The two were very close siblings. Ben was six when she met her dearest friends,Indigo and ________. Her life was amazing and she was already accomplished the Customs she was required to know. She was seven when Cato taught her and her friends to swim. On the eve of her eight birthday, the flood waters had frozen over and the Supporters had one of their few Ice Festivals. Ben, her brother, and her friends went out to go ice skating.

As she was skating around with Cato, Ben stepped on a thin piece of ice. She would've have fallen through if it wasn't for Cato. He grabbed his arm and flung her to the side. Unfortunately, he toppled forward into the deep icy water. They found his body two weeks later when the ice had thawed. Ben lived up the perfect expectation of what to do at a funeral, which was held when the flood waters receded. She listened to people's condolences, smiled politely, and acted like the perfect Lady. However, when the last guest had left, she raced out of her house. She stood next to the riverbank, heaving in gulps of air before she broke down sobbing. She knew her mother was doing the same thing in the privacy of her bedroom, but Ben's bedroom didn't offer the same comfort Ash River did. She saw a boy watching her from the East Side, but she didn't care.

She only returned when Indigo came out to get her. Ben spent five more weeks at home, wearing her mourning dress, before she was sent away on a carriage with Indigo to Miran University for Girls. At the University, she was the picture of Lady perfection. She received A+'s in all of her classes, excelled at the clubs, was brilliant in debates. She graduated with the title of "Perfect", which made her a possible candidate for the throne. However, she made few friends at Miran with exception of the girls that acted like her friends. She couldn't wait to leave that horrid place so far away from the river.

She returned to her parents' estate, welcomed with open arms. Ben wished that the Lady training was over, but she was forced to attend parties, make decisions on things, act like she hated the snobs she went to school with, and meet potential suitors. She hated it and still hates it. Recently, Ben has been thinking about crossing the river. She has informed Indigo about this, but isn't sure if she should tell ______. However, she also knows that she is candidate for being the Queen and she has no idea what is truly on the other side.



Face Claim:
Chisaki Hiradaira
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So begins...

Ben Tera's Story

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The cool spring air and the scent of fresh rain water. It had always smelled like this near the Ash River and it always would. Benevolence Tera leaned back against one of the many rocks dotting the edges of the river, a sketchbook tucked snuggly under her arm. She stared across the river's rippling surface at the huts on the other side. They were clustered together, not too tightly, but in a way that seemed village-like with a large moat built around them in intersecting rings. She assumed it was their way of dealing with the Floods, like the Supporters built their houses on high platforms. She had heard that the Capitol was built on a single platform, high above the world, almost like a beacon of light, a paradise for all. Except for the young Miss Tera.

For Ben, the Ash River was paradise. If she could stand by the river's edge for an eternity, she would. She could walk away from a life of Customs, a life of being the Perfect. She could leave behind the deep dark hole that was her life. It would be ideal, yes, but nearly impossible. A bird landed on a small collection of cat tails and Ben whipped out her sketchbook and charcoal pencil. Her hand flew across the ivory page. When she pulled away, the image of the bird seemed to practically float off the page. She bit her lip, silently judging it. Drawing was about the only useful thing they taught her at Miran.

She glanced behind her at the purple-haired, purple-eyed girl behind her. She smiled softly at her companion, who was close to the edge, but not nearly as close as Ben. Ben stood and wiped the stray grass off of her yellow dress as she spun around to face the other girl. "What do you think, Indie?" she questioned with a forced smile.

From the safety of a nearby pavilion, Ben's parents watched her with a mixture of frustration and arrogance, their voices reduced to harsh whispers. Ben couldn't let them see her expressions, her thoughts. She shouldn't be seen as anything more than an obedient Perfect with a strange ability to follow the Customs flawlessly. Ben continued to grin at Indigo, not letting on that she so desperately wanted to escape this world of perfection. For even perfection itself seemed flawed to her soft blue eyes.

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Sitting in the damp grass with one knee propped up a green piece of paper was in the process of being formed into the shape of a bullfrog however the lack of hard surface to smooth the creases was proving more difficult than previously predicted by the young girl. Indigo's purple hair blew in the wind softly getting in her line of vision a bit only frustrating her further, she crinkled up her nose moving one hand to tug at the rebellious hair while the other tried to fold down a particularly difficult corner.

Ben was too far away to hear it but Indigo could catch small fragments of the conversation happening a fee yards behind her, just words and phrases like the river or marriage none of it sounded good. Indigo looked over her shoulder to see the woman shaking her head and mouthing the words no, no, no... she glanced up at Indie who jerked her head back around feeling the heat of sweat around her ears. She was already walking on eggshell these passed few weeks and didn't feel like adding spying to the list of things that she had got caught doing, coming back from school was a harder transition than Indigo thought especially with Ben thinking about doing the unspeakable.

Indigo felt trapped between wanting to stick by Ben's side and wanting to keep her safe at least moderately, she didn't know what was on the other side and was a bit fearful of it as well as the river. She also feared her future for she figured she had two options to either go with Ben, which would conflict with her previously mentioned fears, or she could stay behind and that seemed worse because then she would have to face the consequences of her past shenanigans unprotected. There was of course one more option which Indigo wouldn't even consider, she was loyal to Ben and would never turn her in even if her life depended on it, she would rather die than betray Ben.

Beautiful Ben, she looked flawless in the morning breeze while Indigo probably looked a mess, Ben was holding up a her sketchbook with a new drawing inside making Indigo pull up a thumb to indicate her approval giving a toothy smile, "Hey, it's better than anything I could do." With that she crumpled up the green paper stuffing it into her pocket and giving up all hope on her little project, usually she would be able to get it done in a few minutes but today her mind was muddled and she wondered when she was going to see Adonis again.

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A bad night had transitioned into a dreadful morning. The only light source in his tiny Bungalow, a bare blub, dirtied and dim, swung lazily from the rafters as Leonardo worked, throwing odd shapes about the room. Or, perhaps, where he should have been working. Instead, he had been spending that last few hours of the precious dawn staring at his construction, wondering what the hell he had been thinking the night before. It should have been simple, a night's work at most, to throw together a compact incinerator upon request of a questionable man who lived in the next Cluster over. Leon never asked why someone would ever need a compact incinerator, because, truthfully, who the hell cared? Could be to burn up some loose papers, or could be to burn up some loose children. Not his problem and Leon had always been a 'No Questions Asked' sort of salesmen. The silly, minimal requests (Or large and highly worrying demands) of the Cluster were what kept Leon and his roommate fed. Well, mostly his roommate.

The before-mentioned doing a world's worth of assistance... By lounging lazily on the window sill. Pixie, a rather fat, but beautifully marked, white cat, let out a long yawn before stretching out her back. While her raven-haired caretaker worked the night away, Pixie had enjoyed a good night's rest. Now that she had awaken, the cat had taken to looking out into the tall-grass fields and rushing water outside their window. She hummed curiously, Leon oblivious to her actions, lost in a world of the sleep-deprived and clueless, Pixie squinting her wide, green eyes to see out of the fogged glass. "Le-Le?" She asked, tilting her head to get a better look at the world beyond their home, the bell about her neck jingling lightly. When Leon didn't answer, she sighed, starting again, much louder this time, "Le-Le!"

Leon jerked out of his half-asleep state, dropping the odds and ends he had been holding onto the table with a clatter. Startled, he placed a hand over his chest, as if to keep his heart from leaping out of it, "What?!" He demanded, taking long breathes to steady himself. Being yanked from daydreams was so much worse than being shaken awake from slumber. Pixie looked over at him, amusement flickering in her eyes, "Oh nothing, really... It's just those girls are at the river again. You know, the ones you stalk. Just thought you might want to know." She spoke with such joy as she poked fun at him, but all that was lost to the meaning of her words.

"Wait, they're there?" Leon got up out of his chair so fast, it fell backward to the floor with a thud, running over to the window to peer out it. He grabbed Pixie under her belly, and tosses her lightly across the room, where she landed safely on what they simply call 'The Nest'. He dragged his sleeve across the glass to wipe away the fog, but paused mid-stroke to throw a look of feigned hurt over his shoulder to Pixie, "I do not stalk them. I..." Leon stole a long look out the window, "Admire from afar...? Alright, no, that makes me sound like a creep. But, I'm not a stalker."

And there they were. Sat on the other side of the Ash River, which looked like flowing lava in the early morning reds. Leon was just so goddamn curious. He wanted to know, he needed to know, who they were, why they were. No one else ever came up to the river on the West Side, none that he's seen, at least. So why them? It was infuriating not knowing. He wanted to know everything about them.

Pixie huffed, settling herself into the blankets that made up The Nest, "Completely a stalker..."

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Truth be told, if Jay were made to choose between living in an eternal night or an eternal daytime, the girl would choose the former option. Not because she has a problem with light and warmth and the like, on the contrary she quite enjoys it, but because the night is far more familiar to her. It is a safe place for when she may feel frightened. Of course, it has been a long time since something has truly frightened the young woman. Well, frightened in the sense of giving her cause to fear for her life, that is to say. Even among the bandits and murderers with whom she was raised, Jay might be considered dangerous. Perhaps her father had planned for this to be the case, giving her such a foreboding name as Azrael.

When it is daytime, she has far less to do with herself. Even she is not so confident as to go around stealing or filling requests in broad daylight, after all. And in the light, there is always the concern that someone might happen to recognize her face. She typically has it covered when working, or else relies on shadows or fear to obscure it from memory, but one can never be too careful. In fact, perhaps she could be told it is important to care a bit more, given that despite this she has chosen to go for a walk. It doesn't matter much anyways, as she does not walk into the settlements or markets of the larger Bungalows. She is quite content to instead walk through the grasslands, idly chipping away at a small block of wood in her hand with a knife. It is funny that the knife should be used thus, when just the night before it was held against a man's throat while she took part of his money. Jay tries to only take as much as she thinks the person can live without when stealing, as though that can absolve her partially of her crime.

The warmth feels good on her skin, enough that Jay is very tempted to lay down and nap in the fields. On this side of the river, one doesn't have to worry about being attacked by predators, and most people are too busy going about their daily lives to chance upon someone napping in the grass. It is the night time that one would need to worry about, and even then there are those that might recognize her face and think twice about taking her possessions.

Before she does this, however, Jay spots something interesting: two girls by the water on the other side of the Ash River. This is a curiosity of sorts, given that people from that side seem to fear the river as though being in its vicinity will expose them to some sort of terrible toxin. Nosily, she crouches down in the grass slightly to hide herself from view, and watches through the tall blades. In her hand, the wood continues to be carved away, but any plan for a legitimate form has been lost, and she seems to merely be making a toothpick at this point. There are a few small cottages behind Jay, but she does not concern herself with them at the moment. She had looked at them on the way over to this spot, perhaps planning which one would pay for her next day's bread tonight.

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Theo normally wasn't up so early in the morning but today was different today was an event, it was evaluation day the one day of the year when Theo's actions are put under evaluation on whether or not he would be able to leave the Black Water house. The house had only three occupants, Theo Cecelia Black and Bush Waters, the two are charged to live in the house and watch over the young boy and keep his stress levels down as well as any thoughts he might have of leaving the house. But there was one day out of the year where Theo's actions were evaluated and put under speculation and it is decided whether or not he is safe enough to leave the house and join the outside world. However none of this actually happens, each year he's told that he was so close but the decision was made that he should stay just one more year and that he needs to work a little harder if he wanted to make it out by next year.

The young boy never knew any of this holding on to the small fragment of hope that someday he might be safe enough to make it out into the open world and live a free life. This was how they controlled him how they kept him from acting out or leaving the room it might have been manipulative but if it kept the public safe then they would do it. Each year they have to pretend to be sad when giving the news that he would not be able to leave the house. But this year was going to go a little bit different. Theo moved about his room as quickly and as quietly as he could which wasn't an easy task due to the house being so old that almost every floor board squeaked painfully loud. He was frantically trying to clean up his room before the evaluation and so involved with his activities that he soon forgot to be quiet and moments later heard a knock on the door. Startled Theo rushed to the door letting out a horse whisper, "no, no. I'm not ready!"

The slat on the door moved open, it was Cecelia, she was dress in her nightgown with her blonde hair in a messy ponytail. She looked like she had just woken up her eyes still squinting from sleep, Theo loved Cecelia like a mother she was kind and nurturing towards him and they had a wonderful relationship. "I'm sorry, C. I was just getting ready for the evalua-" but he was cut off by her sharp words, "go back to bed, Theodore. There is no evaluation you're not getting out of here." His mouth dropped open in shock and before he could reply she slammed the slate shut, he could hear her shuffling feet on the other side of the door retreating into the rest of the house. Theo couldn't believe what he had heard, he could barely stand so he stumbled backwards a bit finding the piano in the middle of the room with his hands, he sat on the bench hands behind him pushing down on the lower keys which echoed through his room and out the ever open window. The foreboding sound only seemed to highlight his current feelings of dread, he sat there for quite a while starring wide eyed at the ground contemplating his life and everything he knew.