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Mar 23 2017, 07:35 PM

So this is family darkhorse. His older brother and his mother both managed to survive the invade the night Ben was kidnapped. Both refuse to believe that Ben is dead. This is why Ben's dad is no longer in the picture. Since mama bear couldn't seem to come to terms with her youngest son's death, he left her. Though her being her it didn't affect her much. There are no requirements minus that they are shape shifters of an animal type. This is what their tribe seemed to have in common. Oh, they also have to love Ben. Other wise they are completely open.
Mar 23 2017, 12:10 PM

Finally, weather where actually wearing sunglasses didn't make him look like a complete and total jack ass. With the sun finally starting to shine in the big apple hiding his eyes was a lot easier. Now, it wasn't because they were malformed or anything of the sorts. He just didn't like the stares he got. "If you don't want them staring, attacking them is a good way-"

"A good way to get myself into a shit load of trouble, and even more staring. So shut the fuck up." Talking to himself didn't help either, he groaned and scratched the back of his neck. "Can you just, keep quiet for once please?"

"Aw, but that's no fun." It snapped in a growl, but seemed to listen well enough. Peace and quiet was hard for good ole boy Benjamin to come by anymore. Between fighting with its voice and its constant urge to take over. It was hard to relax. But it seemed that it wasn't in the mood to cause a scene here.

Here being the local homeless shelter. Cause that was exactly what he was, homeless. He was also completely oblivious as to where he came from, who his parents were or if he even had any. His life was at the facility for all he knew. And if that was true it was a sad and pathetic life indeed. Or maybe they had locked him away because of what he was, and because of it. He had killed before so there was no way of saying he hadn't done so before then.

"Hey jackass, move." Shoved out of his place in line, Ben bit his tongue. So much for the quiet day.

"That retched bastard. Who is he to shove us like that."

"Shut up..." Ben whispered.

"Punch him, show him he doesn't mess with us!"

"Just, shut up..." Ben stated, gaining more gazes than he would've liked.

"You really are in no shape to talk to me jackass." The man that had shoved him turned around. Clearly looking for a fight.

"No, sorry I wasn't -" Before he could even finish his sentence the man's fist collided with his jaw. Knocking the wind out of his lungs. Even worst, his sanity straight out the window. Ben now stood, more sturdy with a puffed up chest. "Big mistake you retched piece of shit." His voice contorted to a growl as he rubbed his chin.

He then grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him up with ease. "No so big now are you?" The voice echoed as silence fell over the room. Everyone was staring now and there was nothing the real Ben could do about it. It had control now. And no matter how much he fought he wasn't going to win this time.

"Look dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." It wasn't enough, and Ben flung him across the room. His body cracking as it hit a wall. Shocked gasps leaving the mouths of many as police showed up. They screamed the usual "put your hands up". It didn't phase him. He just laughed before any and all sense of humanity left him.

His body contorted into a large black furred figure, face like that of a wolf. People screamed and ran. The police cursed and fired their guns. The monster that stood before them howled in pain before simply running away. It was no longer in control either. It was just the animal at this point. An animal who would do anything to survive, include run. "This animal is just as pathetic as you." He could still hear it, that damned voice that always ruined everything.

Once able to slightly control himself, Ben veered into an alley, before quickly grabbing clothing off of a rack outside what seemed to be a thrift store. Still doing his best to stay to the dark alley's. But he didn't get far. The monstrous form fled leaving him bloodied, naked, and in pain.

He fought through it to at least get dressed, tears filling his eyes as he tried to ignore it. He just wanted to be normal, to not be alone. "Why...why do you always do this to me."

"Because it's fun..."

Mar 23 2017, 10:53 AM
so this here is benjamin. that's pretty much all he knows about himself right now. he was kidnapped by an unnamed possibly government related research facility looking to take advantage of the mutant genome. mainly for weaponized use. ben is what happens when those experiments go horribly wrong. i am up for just abuot anything, including being hunted down by the research facility he escaped from. but he needs friends, and family. love will come in its own time. if you have an idea for a romance let me know.

Mar 21 2017, 09:52 PM
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<app>alias:</app> ben
<app>timezone:</app> MST
<app>age:</app> old
<app>other characters:</app> none yet
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<div class="header">basics</div>
<app>canon/original:</app> original
<app>full name:</app> benjamin lee darkhorse
<app>nicknames/aliases:</app> ben, benji, feral
<app>age:</app> in letters
<app>date of birth:</app> 16 september, 1992
<app>hometown:</app> wounded knee, south dakota
<app>nationality:</app> us citizen
<app>gender:</app> male
<app>occupation:</app> none
<app>affiliation:</app> independent
<app>time with current affiliation:</app> all of his life

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<app>playby:</app> taylor lautner
"I've been called a pretty boy quite often. But well I don't really see it. Sure I look physically appealing but. Well there's more to me than meets they eye and trust me, it isn't pretty in the least bit. I am of Native American decent, with this comes dark skin. Want to annoy me? Ask me if I'm Mexican or Hispanic. Seriously, just because I have brown skin doesn't mean I am of the Spanish/Mexican heritage! I stand at an average of 5'9" tall. About 176 pounds of a decent amount of muscle.<p>

"I see you're staring. Yea my eyes are a bit funky. That, um...that happened in an accident when...yea when I was little! Chemical and shit. I can see just fine but it's messed with the color of my left eye making it blue. My right eye is its good old not so impressive brown color. Unimpressive, I like things that way. It shows in my clothing. Dull and boring many would say. I say that it allows me to blend in."

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"Oh geeze. Can we not talk about this part? Please? No, would you shut up! I'm not letting you talk to them..."
Due to various complications that happened to various experiments that Ben was forced to participate in. He suffers from sever bipolar disorder as well as mild schizophrenia as well as multiple personality disorder. The voice he hears in his head is that of a demonic sounding being, or, the verbal manifestation of his feral instincts. Same with the "other him". It's a manifestation of his animal instincts outside of his feral form. It is unknown if these can be cured in him as they were trauma induced. Ben also has no memory of the experiments or his life before them. He knows his name and that's about it.<p>

"Fine...if..." *takes a deep breath* "If you're gonna make me talk fine. Just don't hold me accountable for some things I say alright? Anyway. I can't tell you too much. I don't know myself all that well right now. I love the outdoors though. The smell of the rain, going for a run in the morning. It all just feels like it's always been apart of me. I've also been told that I'm a bit blunt and have no filter. Is that what people call telling the truth these days? Is everyone <i>really</i> that sensitive?<p>

"I am me, I don't want to be anyone else. But because of reasons unknown it's really hard for me to be me sometimes and I get judge for it a lot. Meds don't help, they only seem to make <i>it</i> worse. I really just want help, and to remember who I am."</div></div></td></tr></table>

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Benjamin had the ability of animal shape shifting. Mainly into that of a very large raven colored wolf. With the form came heightened senses of his animal form. And the rare occasion that the animal instincts peaked through while in human form.<p>

But then he was kidnapped, subjected to genetics testing that went horribly wrong. It was an unknown company that was attempting to study the mutant genome and to see how easily it was to manipulate it. To possibly see if mutants could be man made. Mislabeled vials led to Benjamin being injected with a mutated form of rabies.<p>

The result was a mutated wolf form, now known as his "feral" form. Looking like that of a werewolf out of nightmares he no longer had any control of himself when in this form. Any and all rational thought was gone. Leaving on the feral instinct to survive.<p>

He can not control when he goes in and out of this form just yet. But with practice it can be done. Though the biggest trigger is physical and emotional stress. It triggers the fight or flight response in his brain which then triggers the transformation. He is a force to be reckoned with when he is like this. He holds no mercy for anyone around him. His strength is tripled, his senses heightened. <p>

There is the rare occasion that his old wolf form makes an appearance. But it only occurs when he is extremely happy. And lately those moments are few and far between. </div>

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"Well, to be honest I don't know that I'm skilled at anything. I'm strong so, I'm good at manual labor I guess? With over 22 years of my life missing I don't know if I had any hobbies or anything like that. "

I hope to slowly reveal Benjamin's past through roleplay. If this isn't allowed let me know.

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<app>family:</app> Currently Unknown
<app>friends:</app> None
<app>other</app> None<br><br>

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<i>Benjamin Darkhorse was born on a Lakota Indian Reservation at Wounded Knee in South Dakota. This place was special though. A hidden gem of sorts. While it was modernized in many ways their traditions still stood. Many that roamed this reservation were actually mutants. Though they didn't really see themselves as such. They were all shape shifters. Having an animal that they changed to, an animal they were spiritual bound to for the rest of their lives and would always find guidance from in life.<p>

Both men and women went through the right of passage as their ancestors did many years before. They would be sent into the woods to survive on their own and were not allowed to return until they had found their animal. The exact same thing happened to Ben when he was just thirteen years old.<p>

It took Benjamin nearly three weeks to "discover" his spirit animal. His mother worried he'd been eaten by one instead. What had happened was instead of being scared into shape shifting he was welcomed by a pack of wolves that lived within the forest. They had sensed something in him and accepted him as one of his own. It was only when a cub had died due to a poacher trap did he discover his form.<p>

Angered he used his new found form to hunt down these poachers. Now he didn't kill them. He still had his wits about him. He used his abnormal size to lure the poachers to the Rangers. Where they were then arrested for poaching on protected land. Once done he returned home. <p>

They held a celebration for what he had achieved, and even the wolf pack had joined in the festivities. Life was pretty normal for him. At least for a few more years. <p>

It was late at night when the chaos started. It looked like the military but no one could really tell. It was dark and who ever it was that had invaded made sure that their faces were well hidden. Several of their tribe members had been kidnapped, others killed in the chaos. Ben had been taken. Thrown into the back of a black SUV, bag over his head and restrained. Unable to shift in the uncomfortable position.<p>

The next thing Ben knew was that he wasn't home anymore, and he'd most likely would never go back. Who ever these people were, they weren't kind and they didn't care if you died. They poked, prodded, and tested every person that they had taken. Many of them dying from shock or injuries. Ben was one of the few who survived long enough to get out. But that wasn't without is consequences. <p>

After a mix up with vials. Ben had been injected with Rabies instead of a sedative. Though the mix up wasn't noticed until it was too late. His body fell ill faster than anyone had seen. Cold sweats, violent vomiting, and bouts of uncontrollable rage. Finally, he changed into something they had never seen before. Something like that of a werewolf. He ended up killing 3 of the scientists in his rage. He was then deemed a failure. Though he was a failure that seemed to dangerous to release back out into the world and far to hard to kill.</i><p>

So they caged him and kept him prisoner. But it didn't matter. The trauma to his brain was enough to cause significant memory loss. He didn't remember the experiments, he didn't remember his life before this place. He just assumed he deserved to be where he was at. Then he was pushed too far one day, he changed again, killing 4 more guards and escaping. He's been on the run ever sense.


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