RYAN, benjamin "benji"

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

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I go by Eclipse to your Solstice, and my time zone is Est. I found this site by a friend. You can contact me pm.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Benjamin Raymond Ryan.

AGE:

26, almost 27 years old. Died at 23.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Pansexual. Doesn’t matter what gender, when love hits, it hits.

SPECIES:

Grim Reaper.

NATIONALITY:

Irish & Swedish American.

OCCUPATION:

Photographer, actor, film director, & grim reaper.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Standing a little shy of six foot, Benji is nothing outrageously different or unique. In fact, he is quite the average bloke. Nothing special about him… Except maybe what he is, but that’s a secret well kept. Anyways, the man’s skin is pale to peach. He doesn’t get out that much and if he does, he seems to be in the shade or covered. He doesn’t like the sun too much as you can tell. His eyes are blue - though his right eye suffers from Coloboma - which basically means the deformation of the iris; so it looks like he has a 'cat eye/iris' on his right eye. His hair a brown to dark brown; usually kept short and trimmed along with his facial hair, but sometimes he gets lazy and just lets it all grow out. His clothing usually consists of denim and leather, but he can go plaid or whatever else is comfortable; he doesn’t care about appearances unless he’s supposed to impress.

CELEB CLAIM:

Jamie Dornan.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

The man is a two-sided sword. No, he isn’t bipolar by any means, he just often acts without thinking and half the time he does he quickly takes it back for he knows it’s wrong or whatnot. The man is a dark soul… In the past he was kind, generous, and helpful… Now that seems to be gone. He isn’t evil at all, don’t get him wrong, he’s just a troublesome guy with issues. He is still nice at times and can be helpful; it just depends on the nature and if he feels like it. Otherwise be prepared to be ignored. Even as a Grim Reaper, the man still clings onto his past so the topic of family is often a sensitive one and can make him either be quiet or outburst. Benji is usually quiet though if something or someone interests him, he will vocalize… He’s often mischievous and teases (usually it’s a threatening sort of tease; like his scythe to your neck) and is quite the free spirit… Literally. Deep down he hopes there’s someone out there for him that can tolerate his wild soul and calm him down. Deep down the man misses being kind and being looked up to with respect; now it’s more or less fear and lust.

LIKES:

Being free. Being right. Observing people’s behaviors. Getting paid. When his visions come to life in his movies. Being rewarded. His awesome goldfish. Having responsibility. Living life again as a second chance. Food in general - it’s the key to his heart. Women. Men. His Starcraft ranking. Relaxing with alcohol or cigarettes.

DISLIKES:

Tabloids. When people twist the truth. Entities that he can’t catch or reap (there are some smart one’s out there). Being yelled at. Taxes. Bills. Cats - though he might get used to one. Meeting his match (though that can be a turn-on… Depends on the situation). Jazz and country music unless he’s too drunk to notice. When people move or clean his messes and stuff. Memes that he don’t understand. When people use internet memes out of the internet (himself excluded).

SECRETS:

His brother was a little mental and killed his family. Though that’s on record under another name or whatnot due to false documents and people with amazing government an internet skills, it is still a secret nonetheless; he has no family left. Another one which he does tell to those that are about to die or are supernatural and pestering (sorry humans), that he is a Grim Reaper.

FEARS:

Dying again and becoming a ghost. Having a family again to kill him - a part of him think that the insanity might be genetic form his father’s side so is a little scared. Angels - they don’t seem to like Reapers much.

DREAMS:

To be even more rich and successful. To have a family again - start fresh. To have a legacy of some kind. To be at peace with no worries whatsoever. To feel loved again; look, he’s a mush deep down.

STRENGTHS:

Imagination. Quick-thinking. Improvising. Strength. Intellectual.

WEAKNESSES:

Egotistical. Stubborn. Risk-taker. Can be overly-protective. Sticks his nose in things he shouldn’t.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Okay so… I know people don’t like long and detailed histories so I will summarize mine up for you. Anyways… I was born in Ireland near Dublin on Halloween. My parents had two homes. A vacation one in upper United Kingdom and their home in Ireland. I would assume it would be the opposite but I guess my parents loved the view of the motherland. Anyways, I was my parents biological child… They tried for children but weren’t able to get one, so had a surrogate planned out. Though when she was three or four months in, my mother found out that she was pregnant with me… So my parents ended up with two children… I guess you can call us twins in a way but yet not. We’re more or less half brothers on my father’s side.

Growing up was amazing in Ireland. Of course I was a little stinker bug in a boot and caused some trouble, but what child on Earth doesn’t? My brother was by far worse… I don’t know what came over him but it was as if there was a demon in him… We were often separated and called the angel and the demon or the yin and the yang. We were opposite in terms of not knowing when to quit, but we were pretty close with a lot of other things. He was put into some program while we both attended school and our normal lives. It helped him decently, alright. He was acting more civilized and such but whenever he snapped or had an episode, it seemed to be much worse than in the past.

He kept on going to consoling and such for years… he was given medications upon medications; trying out new things and learning to behave more. As I grew older I became more civilized… Much more well-mannered. I didn’t have many friends in high school, but then again I didn’t care. I concentrated on my grades. Though I wasn’t that smart, I was smarter than my brother… I got half and half with A’s and B’s, while despite his personality problem and quirks, my brother had more B’s than A’s. In the last few years, I concentrated even harder… We both graduated high in our classes, though I was Valedictorian. Boo-yah, baby! Though that helped me massively going into film school, it didn’t help me win over the ladies.

My brother on the other hand, had a girl that he liked, but never confronted her. Despite his personality, he was very, very shy in that department. Though with my persistence, he came through and asked her out. I never seen my brother happier before… Along with that, she seemed to be like medication that worked. He was less hostile, less uncooperative, and less of a loud-mouth. We got along just great… Though one day when I got a girlfriend myself, I started to become just as happy as him. We got even closer but… After some months, his girlfriend died… Car accident right by our hose… Despite us being grown men, we still lived with our parents for come on, this economy sucks. Thanks Mr. President.

My brother snapped that day… He put on a good façade, but I could see it in his eyes; he was suffering and killing himself inside. He was so ready to propose to her when he was twenty-two… But thanks to the accident he wasn’t able to. Little did I know that because of what happened, my brother entered the dark arts. Not this Pagan or Wicca stuff… But the darker stuff that even non-religious folks like myself would stay away from. My brother was visited by a demon whom seemed to mold, twist, and control his mind like a puppet… But one without strings. One day while I was downtown talking to people about my short film about a hunter and a war veteran that seemed to catch the eyes of someone in Hollywood… My girlfriend was at home with my brother and my parents… They were waiting for me to have family dinner. Because of my little short film, I had some interviews and such with some people… They really liked my work; despite it being just a school movie in class - it was in the downtown film festival too, so quite a few people saw, not just students. Good thing too, because I said yes and soon started my acting and directing career… I was better with directing, but the guy said I was good with my facial expressions; seemed convincing…

Anyways… It was when I was heading home that everything went to hell… Literally speaking. My brother was all covered in blood with hundreds of cuts like crosses on his whole torso… He was holding knives in his hands and stood outside; leaving the bodies of my parents and my girlfriend scattered around the house. What I saw scared me for life. Their blood written all on the walls… Their lives no more and my brother completely snapped and insane. As I attacked him (neighbors heard screams, saw him attack and kill them through open windows, and called the cops), one of the neighbors hopped the fence and tried to help me. As we fought my brother kept on muttering something about: all I wanted to do was to save her. I was hysterical and hurt just as bad as he was. Though in the midst of fighting him, he slit my throat. The neighbor stopped fighting him and tried to help me, though it was at that time that my brother took his own life.

When paramedics and the cops finally arrived, I was pronounced dead. My neighbor was a suspect for a while but another confessed and was a witness to this crime… I died of blood loss from that deep open wound. My brother the same thing, but to his chest… And my family… I dare not even think of it. Unlike my brother and apparently my family, I was holding a grudge… A very bad one despite my kind nature. The next thing I knew I was a ghost… And not Casper, either. I was almost evil. I was in rage! Everyone that lived in the house, I attacked in some way. I moved their things, I broke their things, I woke them up with eerie noises in the middle of the night… And I even physically attacked them - threw things at them, pushed them down the stairs, and the most common; scratch marks and hair pulling. The house was haunted and I was the cause.

Every day I repeated the same violent streaks and the same memories of my final day. It was worse than Hell… I swear it. Three families lived in this house prior to mine and each one left due to my doings. One day as I broke down for the millionth time, the door flew open. A man… A walking skeleton approached me… What I saw was that but what everyone else saw was the new neighbor that just brought the new house. For the first time, I felt pain. Physical I guess? I can’t explain it. I feel mental and emotional pain due to the past events but when the man touched me, and believe me he was the only one who ever did when I died, I felt a whole new different kind of pain.

The man said some things to me that day and I accepted his terms. I was a ghost, trapped to loop forever and cause trouble. He was about to reap me but he saw things in my eyes, in my past from them, that I was ‘interesting to keep’, and so he did. He molded me into what he was; a grim reaper. It took me about half a year to fully grasp what I needed to do and such. I did live with him for a bit before he gave me money and helped set me off. He did supply me with new documents and falsified ones so I can still have my past life if I chose it… And I did. I was just missing a real family. Everything looks better on paper, but I knew the reality. So, I finished schooling or well, said I did (yay, falsified crap), and continued what I was doing before I died in Ireland. With the documents I lived in Essex, New Jersey and was just taking some classes overseas for a semester and that was all. Unbeknownst to everyone else, including the government, I was everything but what was on paper. Oh, and I do photography for some extra cash since any dumb person can do it.

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother, father, half-brother (surrogate), ex-girlfriend; dead thanks to his brother's insanity. Johnathan was the grim reaper than helped his tarnished soul. He has a gold fish named Bubbles.

OTHER:

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