PRESTON, benjamin rhys

[benjamin rhys preston]

benjamin rhys preston

character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR

FULL NAME , benjamin rhys preston.
NICKNAMES , ben, benji, rhys, mr. preston.
AGE , twenty five.
BIRTHDAY , august first.
SEXUALITY , straight.
GRADE , not applicable.
OCCUPATION , not applicable.
MEMBER GROUP , citizen.

hello, my name is KARA. i am NINETEEN years young and i consider myself an ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through TISSE. so, here's an example of my average post:

there was something about being home in liguria that bothered harlow. made her want to scratch her skin till it turned red and pull at her hair until she had none at all. maybe it was melodramatic, but it seemed like fate was playing a sick game and harlow was it's main pawn. only half of the things she planned worked out as they were supposed to, but maybe that was fate's way of telling her to stop planning, put her lists aside. those lists were her hopes and her dreams, though, and it wasn't easy putting those aside.

she was, though. that was why she was home. her parents had kept up appearance, kept their heads held high and their attitudes at their prime. had thrown a party for harlow's arrival in liguria. while their neighbors and old friends thought it a common, kind gesture, harlow saw it as another debt she would have to work off. her father was a fisherman and a salesman and her mother was his trophy wife, his most prized possession. harlow was supposed to be one of those, a photograph on the mantle to brag about, but with her parents carelessness, their was no possible way harlow could just be a photograph on the mantle. she had to be there. she had to help. she had to save her parents from admitting they had done wrong, though they had. she had to save the home she'd grown up in, that relatives and old family friends came from all over to stay at. she had to swallow her pride and put her family first.

she felt like she was walking backwards. she'd gone from harvard back to this village. home was where the heart was, and harlow's heart was no where to be found. not here. not harvard. not london. harlow doubted if she ever even had one, bet that if she did she had it locked away somewhere. that would be like harlow, to take her most vulnerable part and lock it away where no one could ever find it, but hold hope that someone would. you're ridiculous, harlow, you know that right? you're trying to write a fairytale in this head of yours. one that no one will read, no one will believe in, and that won't come true. harlow was the master of self-scolding. she'd been on her own so long, she had to scold herself or no one would.

she tried to remember the last time she was close to someone and she couldn't remember. she had friends, of course. a couple, anyway. sort of. she had boyfriends. in the past. a couple. sort of. she'd dated but she hadn't perfected that art. she had a brief relationship while at harvard with her now friend and tenant, jonathan wolfsheim, but the two had been so different they were lucky they had lasted a week. he was wild and unpredictable and reminded her of someone from her past, but there was not even a glimmer of hope for them. he was her type, though, it seemed. she was lured by the type. bad boys. boys who found her challenging, a prize worth having. she guessed she really did want to be a photograph on someone's mantle, a prize, a token.

she couldn't settle her mind, couldn't calm herself down. so she walked. she left her shoes at home and didn't care that she was still dressed from an early evening at calore. not many would be out at this hour and those who were, were bound to be used to the sight of a barely dressed woman with wild eyes. she rubbed her arms as she walked, keeping goose flesh at bay, her feet leading her to the shoreline. she did that a lot and she couldn't figure out why. you know why, harlow, don't play stupid. she knew what had happened there, knew what she did, who she'd done it with. she knew that much, yes. she didn't know why she kept going there, though. maybe because there was a small part of her that liked to think back to that evening, liked to think back and see his face in her mind and the water behind him. maybe it was just because she liked the smell and the damp air of the sea. either way, no matter the reason, she kept returning.

she plopped down in the sand, almost gracefully, as if she'd intended to hit the ground as hard as she had. the sand scratched the back of her bare thighs, but she didn't mind. she dug her feet into the sand as best she could, before beginning to bury them with her hands and the sand. she closed her eyes and laid back, her feet half buried, sand under her fingernails, her dark hair fanned out. she admired the sky, but she wasn't really seeing things, she was thinking. about everything. anything. thinking got her in trouble, though, in small towns like this, with simple folk. she closed her eyes tight and shook her head, as if to shake the thoughts away. when she opened her eyes again, she expected to actually see the stars, to take them all in, but instead she saw someone looking at her. she sat up straight, stood quickly, shaking sand from her hair. wha- wh- hey! you - you can't just sneak up on people like that! jesus christ! she grabbed at her chest, her pulse racing. it occurred to her that this person probably didn't speak english, so she looked back, ready to repeat herself, a little more surely, in italian. she recognized his face though, and she was speechless again. no fucking way.

( VALENTINO

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character details
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.

HEIGHT , six feet, one inch.
EYE COLOR , blue.
HAIR COLOR , blonde.
PLAY-BY , hayden christensen.

character history
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.

MOTHER , violet preston (nee beaumont), forty, nail technician.
FATHER , james preston, forty one, car salesman.
SIBLINGS ,
willa stone (nee preston), twenty two, librarian, sister.
prudence walsh (nee preston), twenty, stay at home mother, sister.
jesse huxtable-preston, twenty, college freshman, adopted brother.
cecilia preston, seventeen, high school senior, sister.
PETS , none.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES,
preston walsh, five, kindergarten student, nephew (via prudence).
olivia walsh, four, preschool student, neice (via prudence).
benjamin james walsh, ten months, nephew (via prudence).
HOMETOWN , north haven.

OVERALL ,
violet and james (vi and jay) meet during a basketball game. james was a basketball player from the rivalry high school, violet was her yearbook's photographer. jay asks for vi's phone number and calls as soon as he's home and showered. the two begin to hang out and are soon an inseparable couple.

the inseparable couple have survived the first two years of a relationship, including jay getting braces and getting them removed, have sex for the first time at a party thrown by one of the high school basketball stars from jay's high school. vi ends up pregnant with their very first child.

vi and jay get married this year and benjamin's birth is followed four months later.

vi enrolls in beauty school, but has to put her schooling on hold when she finds out she's pregnant with their second child. james (who at this point decided jay was too immature an alias) moves up from being a car washer to the local dealerships youngest salesman. willa is born at the end of the year.

once again, vi finds herself pregnant. prudence, named after violet's recently deceased grandmother, joins the family.

vi returns to school for cosmetology.

vi takes another break from school when she finds herself pregnant again. cecelia (cece, as she prefers) joins the family later this year.

vi finally finishes her school and recieves certification, opening her own nail salon in the local mall.

benjamin graduates high school and moves on to study at brown university as an english major on scholarship.

benjamin graduates from brown university and returns home to work as a freelance journalist and a temporary assistant to a book editor.

vi and james adopt a troubled kid from the neighborhood.

benjamin moves to the hamptons and begins working more odd jobs.

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