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Ben Varrak

"Hey, perhaps we can get along..."

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a character in “Waltz in Limbo”, as played by The Soul one

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    Guard/The Blade Turner
    Ben Varrak
    Bad Apple (last time I'm changing it, I swear!)
    "I hate violence..."

      THE BASICS
      Full Name: Benjamin Varrak, The Blade Turner
      Nicknames: Ben
      Gender: Male
      Age: Appears: 18. Actual: 180.


      THE BODY
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      Height: 5'9"
      Build: light.
      Basic Appearance: pale skin, black hair, blrown eyes. Wears a black coat with silver linings over a black undershirt with black jeans.
      Magic/Powers:
      1. Telepathy; who ever wields Ben can communicate with him without speaking.
      2. Combat skills; His fighting abilities transfer to the wielder, making them proficient warriors.
Alternate Form: Image
Weapons & Armor: He can make the sword he turns into appear on in his hand.
Other Important Possessions: Nothing.

THE MIND
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Likes: Quiet places, Melons, Grapes, Food in general, justified actions.
Dislikes: Loud noises, loud people, loud stuff in general, all violence, Potatoes, other immortals.
Hobbies: Reading.
Fears: Him being alone forever.
Personality: Quiet and private, Ben has been living for almost 150 years on earth nonstop. He has had many relationships that ended in the death of many good friends and lovers. When he was first introduced to the world, he was friendly and fun loving, but many years watching friends die has frozen his heart. He now attempts to keep away from others, afraid of losing more friends. He dislikes most other immortals because the few he encountered were always snobby to say the least, down-right evil to say the most.

[size=120]THE PAST

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Your character's history
Ben was friendly and even bubbly the first time he went to the mortal's realm. He made friends quickly, and even made a lover. They stopped wars together, and a few even died for each other. It was at this time that he encountered his first other immortal, a vampire. The vampire attempted to kill his love, so he fought off the vampire, being an equal match. When his first friends started growing old and dying, he started growing depressed, as he stopped aging at 18. When his first love died, he doesn't even remember her name, he fell into a deep depression. When the last of his friends died, he wandered the world for a few years. He encountered several other immortals, and found them all to be rude or evil, or both, from both life and death's creations. That was the first 40 years of his life. The rest of his life was similar, only every time he got less friends and he got more and more depressed until he just couldn't take it anymore and decided to return to life's world. He had spent 150 years of his life wandering the world, his persona being decimated by loss. Life asked him, as a master swordsman, to protect his son, and that is exactly what he is there for, in his opinion.

I choose Life, because otherwise, they'd have died for nothing.

So begins...

Ben Varrak's Story

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Ben looked around the room in disgust. It wasn't the party. Actually, the party was kinda nice. It was the people in it... Immortals, snobby ones, too. Or most of them were, at least. He looked around the room, realizing he lost Life's son. "The little brat..." Ben said to himself, looking around. After a few minutes, Ben gave up. He wasn't willing to push through the crowd looking for the brat. Besides, he could handle himself. Instead, Ben wandered over to a nearby table and picked up a glass of champagne. He looked at it, seeming to get lost in the drink. Perry could really hold his alcohol, as could Selena, but Issac couldn Ben stopped himself, then realized that he was still remembering them, all those friends... He took a big swig and sat down. Now, Ben could not hold his alcohol at all. Several cups like that will probably take him out for the night. He sat there for a few minutes before looking up at the crowd and, somehow, spotting a young girl who couldn't be anyone else other than Death's daughter. She was, of course, beautiful, but all immortal women were. He noted that she didn't seem like the others... Didn't interact the same way, stayed in the back, and seemed quite content. Ben saw the tall young man approach and greet her. He then realized he was staring and that might draw attention and he stood up. Not a good plan, and he fell over. Or he would have, if that maid wasn't standing were he toppled. He smashed headlong into her, and only just barely prevented himself from touching anything that would deserve a beat down. In doing so, his hand touched her arm, which felt like getting electrocuted, except worse. His memories flashed vividly in front of him.
He was sitting in the park with Isabella, Marcus, and Finch. They were having a picnic, ham sandwiches... No! Ben thought, violently pulling himself off the strange women who caused that memory lapse. That was the time that Marcus drowned... Ben got up, ignoring all the strange looks and ran out of the room, trying very hard to remember the route to his room.

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Ben sighed. He just slammed the door to his room, and was leaning against it heavily, the weight of his memories pressing hard on his shoulders. "Who was she...?" He spoke aloud, sure that thinking would only get lost in the waves of memories. "I need to..." He fell on his bed and grabbed at a vial on the bed-table on the far side. His room looked just like a four star hotel's, not too fancy, but respectable, complete with a TV and game system, although he probably wasn't going to be using them any time soon. He grabbed frantically at the vial and downed it. It was a mind soother, made at a time that Ben really didn't want to remember. He found that drinking it, well, calmed him down enough to forget the infectious memories enough that he could forget them, then he could concentrate on forgetting the others. It was time consuming, but it was the only way he was still sane. He took a deep breath as he felt the mind soother took effect. He closed his eyes and started closing memories. Isabella standing by the window, Andrew acting as Othello on stage, a vampire dueling him and Tom, seeing a text from Winston... There was so many, it was hard to keep track of just how many people he has met in his life. He sat there, killing memories one by one...

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Ben twitched. He was so focused on getting rid of the memories, that he hadn't noticed the woman who had walked into his room. He almost lost his concentration. "-some assistance with that... you seem... troubled." He blinked. "...Are you the one that caused this?" Ben said. While he already closed the most infectious memories, the others can still spread somewhat. It took most of his concentration to prevent further memories from popping up. "I am sorry for running into you, but I didn't have much of a choice. My memories are troubling, and you stirred some of them up, which caused... Give me a sec..." He was starting to lose his concentration. He sat there for a second, gathering his focus. He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again. "If I don't keep my memories under control, I become very unstable, and... Well, I'm worthless when I'm like that." He closed his eyes again. "I can tell you later, right now I need to get myself under control." He took a deep breath, and continued closing memories.

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Victoria merely smiled as she watched the man struggle to stop the onslaught of memories, it was always difficult to stop her gift as it spread like poison across the body. A wonderful defense tactic for fighting...not the best for being a hostess at the party. With a sigh she muttered "Forgive me for not asking permission before I do this, but I am afraid this is the only way I can stop the effects...". She quickly rushed to the man's side and placed crimson lips on his throat..her ink slowly slid across her lips onto the man's throat..hoping to relax him as the room slowly began to fade away...

Her eyes opened once more as she heard the familiar sound of the ocean lapping against the sand. A beautiful moon sat high in the sky, its luminous beauty shining on the ocean. Tranquility was the definition of the place..it was on her fondest memories...She slowly sat on the shore allowing the cold water to lap at her ankles. She glanced at the stunned man and said softly "Just keep breathing in and out...this is the easiest way for your memories to relax, as well as being the least intrusive...I apologize once again..". With that she turned to watch the moon almost in a trance-like state...

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Ben opened his eyes in shock as she placed her lips on his throat, which again felt like he was being electrocuted. But this time was different, for after a second his sight started fading fast, and he fell over on the bed. He was in darkness for a second, his most painful memories overwhelming him before he realized that his eyes were closed. He opened them to see a beautiful night sky, with a matching moon. He felt... Under control. No strain of keeping himself from remembering. "Just keep breathing in and out... This is the easiest way for your memories to relax, as well as being the least intrusive... I apologize once again..." He looked at her. She was standing in the water, and now that he was really paying attention, and now that he didn't need to suppress his memories, she was beautiful. "Who are you?" He said, sitting up. He still felt his memories, but if they weren't spreading, and they seemed to... Relax as he did as she said. "And how... How can you do this?" He has never met someone who can do this before, manipulate memories or something similar. Amazing... He thought. He watched her as she watched the moon. For some reason, he couldn't figure out which was the more beautiful thing to watch.

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A smirk appeared on her face as she noticed the man finally come out of the shock of being dragged into the memory. She cocked her head to the side in an almost cat-like movement "My name is Victoria Felince...a humble maid in Limbo..at least here I have some control over my life..no matter how temporary..". Her voice shook slightly with anger as she acknowledged her seemingly endless condition..she shook her head angry..she couldn't forgive and forget. Never.


Her smirk vanished as she heard the prodding questions before placing a hand on her shoulder absentmindedly tracing the ink patterns with a painted nail..the ink seemed to wiggle with pleasure and slowly poured out onto the beach. The landscape changed rapidly as the scent of rain filled the air and the soft sand turned into damp dirt..she pressed her bare shoulder with her hand returning the puddle of ink to her arm. They were now standing a damp meadow..both life and death evident in the environment..mice had drowned from the rainfall and the vegetation thrived from the rainfall she smiled slightly at the man "I am a Lost Soul..my actions in life have transferred over to Limbo. I am being punished for my inability to move on so to speak. Now all I have are my memories of my human life, to be able to manipulate them is merely a benefit..". Victoria sighed and felt her ink slowly fall off her body leaving her skin naked..numerous scars covered the visible skin "While the tattoos act as a type of armor to distract me from my sins..although of late they seem to be becoming more active..". The puddle of ink seemed to almost purr as it slinked its way up it's mistress's body..covering the scars once more.


"I apologize for taking you away from the party sir, I shall release you now.." She curtsied quickly and snapped her fingers..the sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the landscape as the memory shattered in pieces. Slowly getting off the carpeted floor of the man's room she ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flashed brightly for a moment almost glowing in the darkness of the room. With a small grin she asked quietly "Hopefully you will be more careful in the future when you run though a crowd then...". With a final curtsey she slowly walked out of the room into the hallway.

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Ben stared at Victoria as she left his room. He looked around. Everything was sharper, and he could actually hear the ball from his room. He looked at his hand. He never knew just how much focus was being drawn from him while he was suppressing his memories, but now that she gave him that experience, Ben found that they were... Tolerable, some even stopped being infectious. He stood up. He had left the party, and life's son was one guard short because of him. He started making his way back immediately. While he walked, he thought of the memory Victoria gave him, and, more specifically, what exactly was calming the memories down. He found that most of his focus was on the moon, but felt that that wasn't exactly it... Just what was it that was calming the memories down so well? Using Yolanda's expression, memories are like wild animals, in order to control them you need to either tame them or cage them, and if their cage breaks, the animal comes out mad! Ben stopped in front of the door to the ball. Thinking of the old gypsy woman usually spread to other memories, but all thoughts pertaining only to her were noninfectious. Even the worst of them, namely her revealing her true form as a demon and killing Ben's best friend, was tolerable. Ben shook his head and smiled. "Amazing..." He thought, then straightened up. Back to business, he had a prince to protect. He opened the door and stepped inside, looking around for him, and spotted him next to the spitting image of Death. "So, he found her..." He said. He started making his way over before realizing that he never put his mask on, and reached for it and put it on.
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He looked up to see a waiter handing champagne to them. Oh god. Ben thought. Not more alcohol...

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Hayashi Masato
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“... Huh?”


Hayashi had saw everything with quite a surprise. It was indeed very odd how the room can be full of harmony - well so it seems to him. But although it looked like he had nothing to afraid of - and Lzy- chan being near him - it was a weird feeling he felt. It was something that he couldn't describe. It had to be uneasiness, something that it doesn't look alright at all, although it seems like it. But although he felt like that, he could just smile as Lisette, the Daughter of Death, congratulate him. "I am delighted to hear your congratulation. It's an honor." He said with a smile as a waiter - normal and with usual waiter clothes - offered them a drink. Indeed, it was alcohol.

He could just took one glass with a smile. He was an alcohol lover, because he loves plants he had a very large knowledge about it. And like any other expert, he smelt the drink. It was a part of enjoying it. But for his surprise, he couldn't tell what kind of alochol it was. It smelled very... strange. And only then he noticed that even the daughter of Death did not drank it yet, so he turned to the waiter. "Thank you for bringing me this. But I am curious, what kind of alcohol is this, I wonder? I never came across an alcohol that I couldn't tell what it is.", he began politly. Indeed, he said the truth. And his face was smiling. But still, his thoughts never came across something bad, he always thought the best of a person. And so his quite innocent nature made it even now difficult to figure out the danger that came from the waiter.

But not just that. Lyz- chan didn't said anything. And with a side glance he noticed that even Ben was near. So, what could he be scared of? It was nothing to be feared about. Look at the harmony. Look at the ambiance. At the happy faces. "Maybe I should cost it, so I figure it out by myself.", he playfully winked to the waiter. As then he shook the water for awhile and placed his mouth on the glass, slowly wanting to taste only the first drop like a real stubborn alcohol expert; as then he something wrapping his hand. It grew from the necklace that his father gave him - from the small corn inside the necklace, it grew to a long green plant that was now wrapping his hand.

It was a strange event. His father never told him that something like that would happen - he just told him that he should wear it to the ball. But the plant was the reason why even a small drop of the water didn't manage to reach inside his throat. The thing that made him not vomiting all that he had for breakfast. But Masato could just see that with a frown. Someone could see that he was indeed not pleased at what just happened. "May I- ask for help, Mister Waiter, Lady Lisette Anderson? It seems that my power is doing what it pleased today..." He said a bit angry. He couldn't move his right hand, which helt the glass of the alcohol. But although it doesn't reach it, Hayashi being slow, he did not even get the situation. He was still an easy victim.

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