OUT OF CHARACTER
a bit about you.

Your Name: The Great and Magnificent Oz.
Age:
Contact: Captain McFroggy
How did you find ML?: I.. Blame Sarah?

YOUR CHARACTER
tell us what you know.

GENERAL
Full Name: Benjamin John Fenwick
Age: 32
Birthdate: February 14th 1945
Year: g r a d u a t e d
House/Alumni House: ex-Ravenclaw
Wand: 11 inches, Ebony, Kelpie Mane Hair Core.
Broom: Benjy doesn't do brooms
Allegiance: Order
Occupation: Beast Handler for the Ministry
Other?: He doesn't have a va-jay-jay. *shakeshead*

APPEARANCE
Eye Color: Stonewash Denim Blue
Hair Color: Peroxide White
Height: 6'3
Build: Slim, lithe, well muscled
Distinguishing Features: Cheekbones like razors and a smile that could charm the crown from the Queen. Uhm, numerous scars from numerous .. Frays.
Overall Appearance:

The easiest way to describe a person - the way they look - is to go from the distinguishing features, and from head to foot. It's like the alphabet of the body, or an inventory. So from distinguishing features, top to bottom, here we go.
Benjy's hair, probably, is the first thing you'd notice. It's peroxide white, and has been since he was fifteen years old and allowed by his sister to dye it. Always fairly close cropped - maybe a little choppy and rough, but never reaching further than the tops of his ears - he's rather proud of his hair.
He takes very little care of it, except to apply the bleach once every fortnight and leave it on for a ridiculous amount of time that people tend to be surprised that his scalp hasn't melted yet.

From his hair and on down his forehead (long and smooth), Benjy's eyes are a piercing blue, the colour of stonewashed denim (that is, clearly blue but often mistaken for grey or white, depending on the light). He has an angular face with cheekbones like razors, all edges and sharp, and a sharp nose to match. His face is rather long, and exceptionally expressive too - his emotions are very visible on every stretch of his face, from the angry twist to his thin mouth the the gleeful glitter in his bright eyes - which can be both attractive and rather offputting.

Benjamin knows, though, that he's good looking. He's fit and he knows it, and he uses it to his advantage.

Whenever he's not at work, wrestling with a particularly nasty blast-ended skrewt or a violent hippogriff, Benjy is beating the un-living daylights out of a punchbag (or a scumbag, whichever is nearest at the time), practising the fight-moves he'd learned at home and at school, swinging left and right hooks until his arms - slender though they are - bulge with muscles.

He's always been a rather slight man, skinny frame and not too pretty to look at, but with the dramatic hair and the big doe-eyes that he can turn on in a second, Benjy doesn't often have a lonely night if he doesn't want one. He's helped by his job, too - Chicks dig scars. And muscles.

PERSONALITY
Likes:

• Fighting
• His Job (Beast Handler)
• Girls in general
• The Irish
• Irish bars
• Punk Rock
• Cheap wine ...Expensive wine, too, for that matter
• Water
• Really long, hot, bubble baths (stfu)
• Convoluted Soap Opera's
• Tawdry Novella's
• ...Breakfast..
• Cigarettes
• Nora Michael's WWN show (He has it on every night)
• Albus Dumbledore's Sock-Knitting Society and/or the Unofficial Order
• Doing good
• Being bad
• Quiet
• Describing, in detail, just how exactly he smashed in the face of that Slytherin in seventh year (almost getting him expelled, but who cares, because he had fun)
• The number seven

Dislikes:

• Having to talk about himself
• Losing and/or Failure
• Mistakes
• Incompetency
• Boring television
• Stuck-up girls (Usual the rich/pureblooded)
• People that think they're better than him
• The French
• French food
• Pointless conversations

Talents:

• Entertaining, in a "I just beat the shit out of this bloke and it was excellent" way
• Easy to talk to
• Gives rather good advice, oddly enough

Habits:

• Sucks in his cheeks when he's amused, giving him a rather odd little smile
• Cracks his knuckles
• Throws away all of the paper except the bit with the stars and the cartoons
• Takes every Thursday afternoon off to visit his sister in East London, regardless of anything.

Amortentia [love potion] Smells:

• Petrol
• Lilies
• Old libraries (Not the ones you can borrow from though, because those smell like abuse and old coffee)
• Fresh laundry

Patronus: To understand Benjy's patronus, one must first understand Benjy, which really isn't that hard as long as you get that he really likes girls and is a bit of a prick.
His patronus is a mangy looking dog - nothing special to behold, really, and looking just a little bit battered, but quite obviously the victor of more than a few fights. Dogs, as most people know, are loyal to the point of stupidity, and tend to be easily pacified by treats. Pretty much Benjy to a T, then.

Boggart: Nothing in this world frightens Benjamin more than the idea of finding his sister dead in her house. He loves her more than anything in the world, and would do absolutely anything for her. The idea of losing her is enough to make him go just a little bit crazy.

Overall Personality:

Benjy is, basically, a bit of a prick. He wolf-whistles at girls, smacks their bums as they pass, and has absolutely no problem with sexism - it comes naturally. Thing is, though, that when he acts like a prick Benjy tends to do it with a charming little smile and a glint in his eyes that suggests something else. Something that's not really an insult, but a compliment. Something that, if you met it in a dark alley, you'd want to be drunk enough to fuck.

He's not always been like this. He was a quiet child, and that shows through sometimes in the way he can get caught in that intense stare that he does so well, his eyes burning a hole through everything before them. His formative years were spent with him being coddled by an overprotective mother, a negligent father, a sister fifteen years his senior who taught him all about the world with her cynical eyes.
The baby of the family, he was spoiled rotten - he took to staying up all night reading and an early age, and when he arrived at school he had dark circles under his eyes that made his face gaunt and hollow.

Benjy got a reputation for being a soft touch when he took pity on the disaffected of the school, befriending anyone that he could and being generally a good bloke. He hardly ever fought, and he was probably the most naive boy at Hogwarts.
Until his fouth year, when everything changed dramatically.

He bleached his hair, took to strengthening the dark around his eyes with eyeliner (they called him names, but Benjy used his fist to shut them up). He lost his first five fights at school, and only ever got lines for his trouble. Secretly he practised fighting (because he liked to be private, and he didn't like to be watched) in both Muggle and Wizarding techniques.
This was the point in his life when Benjy became Benjy Fenwick, Beast Handler and Order Member.

At Fourteen he went from gangly lad to fit bloke over the space of a few months using a determination and drive that had made the Sorting Hat question his refusal to enter Slytherin.

So Benjy, basically, is a bit of a prick. But essentially he is driven, he is headstrong and stubborn and wild. He is brave and he's intelligent, and he has a good heart - even if he rarely shows it. He works hard, he does his best to succeed, and he never, ever lets himself get beaten.

HISTORY
Blood Heritage: Halfblood
Family:

• Mother ;; Emiliana Fenwick (80; Deceased)
• Father ;; Michael John Fenwick (87; Deceased)
• Sister ;; Alison Claire Fenwick (46)

Most Embarrassing Moment:

Finding out that he was excelling at Care of Magical Creatures.
At fourteen years old, when you're trying to establish yourself as something of a rockstar, you really don't want people coming to you asking how to stop their cat from vomiting hairballs, you know?
Because Benjy doesn't talk about the time the dragon took off all of his hair (except a patch at the front, that he shaved off when he got home). At all. Ever.

It was his second year working for the Ministry, and Benjy had been sent across to Wales to capture and contain a welsh ridgeback that had decided that it wanted to return to the good old days of burning villages to the ground and kidnapping virgins (Benjy never knew how they sniffed out the Virgins, but he was pretty damn interested).
Finding the thing didn't take too long, and with about thirteen of them on the team roping in the ridgeback was pretty easy. But Benjy was near the head, and had forgotten to use a protective charm on his hair (Smart alec had charmed everything except!), so when the dragon - a female who had just birthed a clutch of eggs - let loose a sulpher-stinking flame the colour of emeralds and sapphires, the bulky young man was left with nothing but a little tuft of hair at his forehead, sticking up and blowing rather pathetically in the wind.

He's pretty much hated dragons since.

Happiest Memory:

Easy! When Benjy was seventeen he got his License to Apparate. The first thing he did? Apparate himself and his girlfriend to Amsterdam where they spent the day in bed having the most delicious ...breakfast.. ever.

Overall History:

Emiliana and Michael were old when Benjy was born. They already had Alison, and their son was something of a miracle for Emmy who had been told only a year earlier that she was going through "The Change".
The reaction of fifteen year old Alison was essentially "Excellent! I wonder if I can dress him up like a doll?", whereas Emmy was simply ecstatic that she had been gifted this beautiful dark-haired and blue-eyed boy by God. Michael was a little bit less impressed, since his wife hadn't let him touch her for practically three years.
Still, Benjamin was treated like the precious child that he was, and was loved by all and sundry (even if Michael tended to frown whenever he looked at his son, looking for something that would prove the boy as his).

His formative years were spent mostly in the care of Alison, who spent her time very carefully explaining the ways of the world to her young brother.
"You have to know this, Benjy," she would say as she buttered his toast for him and set his plate down on the table. "Sex isn't all that great for girls. So you really need to be careful, and work hard."
That was pretty much the extent of Alison's advice, really, and Benjy took it all to heart. Which isn't to say that she didn't teach him his manners and his letters and just exactly how to treat people if he wanted to get anything out of them.
But Benjy was a boy, and even at six years old he understood the important things in life.

When he was eleven, and the Hogwarts letter arrived on their doorstep, Michael had his proof. He embraced his son and kissed him proudly, declaring him to be a Real Fenwick! much to the embarrassment of his mother (She didn't have a magical bone in her body).
Diagon Alley was raided to get the boy the best of everything - Alison's old second hand things wouldn't do, after all - and as he sat on the sorting stool with the hat on his head (fingers clutching the seat until his knuckles turned white under his perfectly tailored sleeve-cuff), he was asked why in the world he didn't want to be in Slytherin.

His reasons were private, and Alison was disappointed, but Benjy found his home in the house of the Eagle and he well intended to soar.

At first he was quiet, reserved, but made friends easily. He sought those classmates that weren't wholly accepted by their peers, and wedged himself carefully into their lives in an attempt to make real friends (that weren't his sister). Once Benjy found his stride, however, he was a lively as anyone.
As typically Ravenclaw as he could have been, he was quick to learn and excelled in all of his lessons. Particularly, to his embarrassment, Care of Magical Creatures. It really wasn't his fault that he was intrigued by the animals.

When Benjy was fourteen, in the summer just after his birthday, his mother was mugged and killed. The muggle police got involved in solving the crime, but through contaminated evidence and a lack of credible witnesses the case fell through unsolved.
At fifteen Benjy took to fist fights and bleaching his hair. He played his music obnoxiously loud, ignored his father (who soon walked away from the boy and left him to his sister), and when he was seventeen he was almost expelled for beating the living hell out of a Slytherin seventh year who had threatened his girlfriend.
To this day, Benjy takes great pleasure to telling people how he had beaten the boy down without his wand, and how it had taken three of his friends to pull him away from the battered boy.

He left Hogwarts with fair grades and joined the Ministry's Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures as a Beast Handler.
Benjy enjoyed his job. He loved his colleagues and there was nothing in the world that he would rather do, but the second he left Hogwarts the young man set aside a day and time for his sister.

Alison had been the one constant in his life, and he loved her above anything else.

At twenty three, Benjy joined Albus Dumbledore's Sock Knitting Club and Unofficial Order of the Phoenix, taking his place in the fight against You-Know-Who. He never told Alison this, and it is his only secret from her. It'll probably come around to bite him in the arse someday.

From there on he has simply continued with his daily existence, not choosing to push forward for other job opportunities, not itching for a fight. Simply being, and hoping that he doesn't disappoint.

Roleplay Example:

"Shhhhh sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.." the air pushed between his teeth as Benjy pressed a finger over the redhead's mouth, his eyes darting to the left and ears cocked. She didn't seem to be too impressed at his sudden reaction, since she squirmed beneath him and arc'd in a particularly unladylike (and unfair) manner, drawing a long hiss from his mouth before he crushed their lips together with a low growl.

Benjy was a bloke, and blokes didn't so much care if anyone was listening to them going at it like rabbits - and really, the two of them were really going at it when Benjy had cocked his lugs to the door. He'd thought he'd heard Emma coming in, and that was a little bit embarrassing because the girl in his bed was one of the girls Em had introduced him to. As the Fiancιe of her best friend.
But it wasn't his fault!
The girl - Rebecca? Rhonda? R-something - had come onto him in the bar earlier that night, and Benjy couldn't resist her red hair and her low-cut top.

His lack of willpower had lead them directly to that moment, with their bodies tangled and mouths locked and her hands digging into the muscle behind his hips until he roared with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

There was a delicate knock at his bedroom door.

"Benjy..?"

Benjy froze, panting heavily into Rebecca's throat as she continued to rock and wriggle beneath him, grinning as her teeth caught his shoulder and he hissed in pain again.
"Yeah?" his voice was strained, fingers digging into the sheets and hand over Rhonda's mouth to stop her from making a noise. She wasn't impressed by that.

"Who are you fucking?"
"Nobody."
"Nobody?!" Rose hissed in the half-light of his room, sliding smoothly from underneath Benjy's lithe frame. "Seriously?!"
"Nobody?" Emma called through, the scepticism in her voice barely disguised. "Indulging in a bit of self-love, eh, petal.."
"Do you want me to tell my ex that I'm fucking her best mate's fiancιe?" he hissed back as he pulled the sheet up to his chest, rolling onto his back against the propped up pillows. "You can come help if you want, love." God he hoped she didn't take him up on that.

Rosaline was pulling on her jeans, muttering expletives under her breath that could have made paint blister, and Benjy heard Emma's footsteps recede from the door. "Nah, I'll let y'off babe. Meet you in the pub a'right?"

"Yeah, yeah ok."

Lighting up from a pack on his dresser, Benjy pulled the sheets around his waist and slid from the bed, opening the door for Regina. "That was nice. Thanks."
She snatched her bag from the floor and left without a word.

"Moody cow.."

Anything Else?: Uhm.. He's a bit of a prick, really.

I WANT TO EAT HIM.

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- nell