THORNE, Benjamin

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Name: Benjamin Thorne
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: entering his 7th year
Face Claim: Zachary Quinto

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Most everyone would tell you that Ben's always been the quiet kid...always the one that people under estimate. His dark hair, eyebrows and eyes block anyone from being able to see who he really is, it allows him to protect himself from being vulnerable. His smile accentuates his pointed chin, always blanketed by a layer of dark scruff. His nose jets down his face, shadowing his almost perfectly proportioned lips. His mom used to tell him that angels had kissed him whenever he asked about his dimples, which sat there waiting to reveal themselves to add that extra charm every time he smiled. His deep, wide, brown eyes sat at the base of his forehead, his hairline came down to a small widows peak, giving more character to his already alluring face. His dark brown hair was usually short, spiked slightly; he's not too picky when it comes to length. Overall Ben is a slightly sinister looking guy, with a surprisingly kind heart.
Physique: As a kid Ben was scrawny, not amounting to much, but after his 5th year he came back a freaking powerhouse. He stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 158lbs. His face is pointed in areas, everything else is strong. His neck helps to show off his toned chest and arms. He usually wears whatever he can find that’s somewhat stylish, in store windows, he likes to dress up too in the occasional suit and tie. While conning he’s been known to wear a variety of disguises, to blend with his surroundings. His body and figure screams quidditch. He's not absolutely huge and beastly, he got just enough to make women around him notice him. This happens to be his goal.

Wand Type: 12" Mahogany, Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie core
Wand Expertise: Charms, defense
Patronus: cougar {no length requirement}
Boggart: Rats {no length requirement}

Personality:

Charming: "He's like a lap dog...always trying to give hugs and wet kisses."

One thing Ben does get credit for is being quite the Casanova amongst his peers. Girls are his specialty. Any kind of girl for that matter, if they have breasts, he has interest...minus any men with man boobs that is. Not all of it is for his agenda of there being a no pants dance, some girls he has really fallen for. For those few brief weeks they were the apple of his eye; that is until a new shinier apple came along. Ben knows how to make girls feel like the only ones in the room. Like they are THE most beautiful thing alive; and he knows it. He doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, in fact he feels really badly about it. It's just the way they speak, the way they move, the way they look: it’s like dangling a juicy worm in front of a starving fish; waving a dripping steak in front of a famished bear; like displaying a fresh lettuce head in front of Gandhi once he’s gotten his point across. Must. Have. Girls. Not all at once, but it’s hard to go any amount of time without them. He's good with his words; he’s extremely handsome, and very single. Winner, winner, chicken dinner!!!
Cocky: So where does being extremely bueno at quidditch, anything athletic really, really good looking, and really "socially blessed" get you? In the throne of arrogance. Ben has been known to "toot-his-own-horn" on many occasions not only does it annoy people, but it has the wrong effect on everyone he’s around turning even the brightest bulbs on the tree to grumpy and jealous people. There is a certain...almost elegance in Ben's character, he is swift moving, never quick to jump to conclusions; overall he’s just a nice guy with a very mild sex addiction! In reality, Ben really is a nice guy who just needs some direction.

Playful: So sweet, one can almost trust him.

There is nothing more exciting, nothing more thrilling than the chase. Every guy anyone would talk to knows what "the chase" is. Boy meets girl, Boy falls infatuated with girl, girl blows him off, boy becomes determined to make her see that she is "head over heels" with him, boy sleeps with girl, chase over; Boy: 1, Girl: 0. Now, put that way it sounds mildly heartless, but its true! Every guy wants the girl he can’t have, and when he gets her, it’s the best damn sex anyone could ask for. its victory sex, that’s what it is. Then, if that weren't enough, the guys have to know the huge accomplishment that had been made, so everyone ends up knowing that John Smith got Jane Doe to sleep with him. the clever little devil. That’s Ben for ya. Again, I make him sound heartless but come on! It’s all a game to him (and a good majority of every other guy out there). Throwing out those occasional teases, playing jokes to get her attention, "harmless" flirting, it’s all one big strategy for the world’s best board game. It’s not just girls though for Ben. He just likes to have fun. Whether its kicking ass in quidditch, or putting shaving cream in someone’s shoes, the art of playing a joke has been mastered by Benjamin. There was one person in the world he didn’t play a single joke on; his twin sister Julia. For whatever reason, because they had been best friends since they shared the same womb, the thought of ever hurting Julia unintentionally or intentionally prevented Ben from ever trying anything. Which she appreciated. So everyone else at Hogwarts? Fair game.

Talkative: The only man who will out talk a woman.

To hold a conversation is one way to build trust with anyone and everyone; Ben knows this, and takes advantage of this discovery often. With trust come certain...privileges. Hey now, not just sex, other things too...like getting out of that ridiculous homework assignment or talking your way out of detention. He's just got skills. Aside from the obvious benefits of this certain manipulation, he really does enjoy talking to people. Finding out their life story, what makes them tick. He loves to see how things, and people, work. Now, he is definitely not a shrink by any means, but if someone is having a rough time, he feels the need to want to change it, to get them to smile again, to make them see that there is a glimmer of hope in a very dark time. Whether that be hooking her up with one of his buddies, or buying him a beer, or just listening, Ben is good at it. He didn’t get to talk much growing up, except to Julia. They talked about everything; they're childhood, they're favorite animals, what they could do; all of it was something that made their bond even stronger. The older Benjamin got the more manipulative talking got, and the more fun he'd have with it.

Competitive: A little sport never hurt anyone...intentionally...no? Prove it.

So here we see that this topic can go one of two ways. 1) What makes the chase for a girl that much more exciting? If he’s racing another guy to get to her heart first. The look on his poor face when he realizes that Ben had sprinted the last 100 yards into her arms before he did delighted Benjamin. There was an art to this as well of everything Ben did. The first, was to study the situation, for example: Boy meets girl, boy falls infatuated with girl, girl blows him off, another boy tries his luck seeing as the first boy had none, only to find out that girl blows him off too, boys become determined to make her feel "head over heels", first Boy wins, takes the girl, sleeps with her, brags to other boy about his accomplishment while other boy acts tough when really, on the inside, he’s absolutely furious AND jealous. That's all there is to it. Exciting no? While I would love to inform you that this didn’t apply to married or taken women, i simply cannot. Ben has...been around. Now, he's not into cougars...at all...but has seen the pattern that women after their first year of marriage are frustrated, bored, and spiteful. And the feeling of being sneaky and unpredictable makes the love life that much better. Does anyone know this? God no! Not even Julia. Part of his extracurricular activities has to do with the fact that he loves to help people. If a woman came up to him and told him that her new husband wasn’t quite doing it for her, well, he would "show" her how to direct him. Nothing had ever been long term with him; the most he would sleep with anyone is twice. Usually it was the night they met, which he was almost always drunk, and then the day after that, then he'd break it off. That way there were no strings attached, no hidden agendas, and it would leave room for the next girl he met at the next bar or party. 2) Ben loves sports; Quidditch to be exact. He takes beater to the next level for sure. When he was younger, everyone thought he would be more seeker material until he came back one fall for school having packed on 25 lbs of pure and beautiful muscle. Now? He beats the shit out of the seeker.


Likes:
+Writing
+Huge Bowls of Cereal
+Music
+Controversy: both observing it and creating it
+a challenge
+Brunettes
+pranks
+The occasional drinking game
+Champagne
+kicking someone’s ass
+his chocolate lab
+divination (someone’s gotta make fun of that quacky teacher)
+awkward moments
+cheese
+sex
+Steak
+hunting
Dislikes:
–Rules
–Formalities
–Pushy people
–onion rings
–money
–cats
–Tomboys
–shopping
–gummy bears
–standing/sitting/being still for extended periods of time

History: Benjamin Lee Thorne and Julia Marie Thorne were born in Canterbury, England to their mother, Gloria (née Campano), who is Italian, and his father, Charlie Thorne, who is Irish and worked as a manager for a local bank in town. From the very beginning Ben and Julia were surrounded by corruption, deceit, and theft within their own family. Gloria, while being a loving mom to the twins, happened to have multiple affairs after their first birthday. Gloria got away with the affairs for years after, not thinking twice about the consequences. Gloria and Charlie's relationship wasn’t always so rocky, as a matter of fact in the very beginning it was beautiful. The minute Charlie started talking with Gloria, he knew she was something incredibly precious and special. Things progressed quickly after they began seeing each other. After just 9 months of dating, Gloria got some what would be terrifying news, she was two months pregnant. Panicked because they knew their conservative parents would freak, they eloped and moved from Val di Cornia, Italy, to Canterbury, England. The stress of the relationship and changes soon began to catch up to them as they planned where they would live, work, where they would learn to raise a family. Arguments shook the small apartment’s wall as they discussed what they would do, and how. Charlie got a job at the local bank as a desk clerk and slowly worked his way up to a bank manager if a few short months. the pay was decent, it would have to be if they were going to go from feeding two mouths, to three in a matter of weeks at that point.

Three days past her due date, Gloria began the birthing process...without the aid of her husband, who happened to be at a bar down the street. An elderly neighbor helped Gloria with the delivery...or deliveries rather. As soon as Ben was born, the pain didn’t change, it got worse for her. Side splitting contractions ravaged her body as confused, she felt the need to push further. Twins. A baby boy and a little girl. Charlie stumbled through the door of their studio apartment, trying to focus his already blurred vision on the room that wouldn’t stop spinning as it was. Was he really that drunk that he saw two? Two little breathing bodies in Gloria's arms? Two fucking mouths to feed? Not just one? His face went flat as he looked from sleeping baby to sleeping baby. Grunting once, he left, closing the door behind him. He didn’t come back for a week. Gloria was told he had been at work, then where he went she had no idea. The neighbor took pity on her and with the help of her elderly husband they helped care for the twins. She called them Benjamin, meaning favorite son and Julia, meaning young in spirit. After a week, Charlie came back, not saying anything about the children, just handing Gloria money for food, going to work, coming home and going to bed. Gloria was alone. This wasn’t the outcome she had dreamed of.

A year passed, Gloria found men who gave her nights of their time while the children slept, and they even paid her more than Charlie did sometimes. If she weren’t so desperate for money she would probably be offended; but she would always take the cash with trembling fingers, tuck it in her shoes, and sneak out their door and walk back to her apartment. Years passed. the summer the twins turned 4 it seemed that Charlie had a change of heart. For some reason, money was pouring in left and right. They left their dingy apartment and got a townhouse in a good part of town. He furnished the house in only the best furniture rugs of the best fabric available. When Gloria asked where the money was coming from, Charlie simply said that he had gotten a promotion. Gloria didn’t question him; she just marveled in the fact that she was able to dress Ben and Jules in clothes that fit, that they looked wealthy, not poor. Life was finally how she dreamed it would be. They got the kids a lab puppy for their fifth birthday, the kids named him Kona. It didn’t last; in fact, in just a few short hours...it all ended. The police in town were known to be corrupt, and it didn’t help that Gloria had slept with almost all of them and had an on/off relationship with the chief of police, Jean Bristow, for 4 years. Jean knew how the Thorne’s had all that money, and knew that the quietest way to get to Charlie, was to use Gloria. As cliché as it sounds, on the stormiest night of the whole summer, one of Charlie's "friends" told him of the multiple affairs Gloria had been a part of. It set him right off. He burst through to door, pointing his fingers and screaming at Gloria. She sent the children upstairs and told them to play the record player so they wouldn’t hear their fighting. It wasn’t just a fight that night. Charlie Benton Thorne shot Gloria Marie Thorne twice in the chest before turning the gun on himself for fear of being caught for stealing over 2.4 million pounds from the bank.

The children heard everything while using their dog Kona as a pillow, listening to his breathing and heartbeat; finding what little comfort it brought to know that he was there for them.

Ben and Julia were never separated as they were passed around from foster family to foster family. It wasn’t that they were bad kids, it’s just that weird things happened when they were around. Things broke, animals died, things went missing, so no one wanted them. Once they got to be 9 they had had enough. No more hurt, no more moving; they would take care of each other. They snuck out the back window of a house and ran. just ran. When Julia couldn’t run anymore, Ben carried her on his back, eventually making it to the neighboring town. They made it out. Now what? They were kids, most people pitied kids they soon found out; so they exploited it. They manipulated, stole, and conned their way into getting food and money, to make things easier, they could do things. they could make things come to THEM, not the other way around. so stealing was easy. Julia could change her hair color as soon as they had been made, they escaped looking completely different. They ruled the streets for a year before getting a letter from a man named "Professor Ablus Dumbledore", or so they were told seeing as they couldn’t read. The asked an older homeless kid to read it for them. Thinking it was a load of crock that would end up being a joke, they threw the parchment away. They couldn’t help but be curious though as they pushed the doorway to the train station open revealing loads of kids in robes carrying trunks and animals of many different varieties. A booming man with a scruffy beard greeted them, they had never seen anyone that big before. He told them that he had been waiting for them and that Dumbledore was quite serious when he wrote them. He babbled on while he led them to the platform, and walked through the brick pillar that separated 9 and 10. that year was something they wouldn’t soon forget. They learned more than they ever could’ve anywhere else. Old habits die hard however, when they returned home they went back to stealing and manipulating. In Bens 5th year he taught himself how to be an animagus, taking the form of a cougar. He had heard rumors that it was possible and he devoted himself to make it happen spending countless time and energy into finding out everything he could about it. Seeing as a wolf was too cliché and a deer was too vulnerable, he decided to copy his recently acquired patronus. It fit him. Since then the two have been a pair. Never separating, always working together. Even to this day.

Sample Post:
Out of all the insane things to happen in her life, out of all the boys she had been with, out of all the crazy places she had been, you would thing that Mel would be used to pretty much every situation and boy out there. But today, the nerves seemed to be eating her alive when she thought of this date get together with Sirius Black. What made him so intimidating? Weren't boys supposed to be intimidated by her? Yes. They were. Melanie was always careful to make it that way. She wasn't worth anything. She was just a slut, a whore, someone to use then toss aside like a used towel. Her step-dad made sure she knew that every time he fucked with her. No, after he made her his little sex toy. Thank God she could stay at Marlene's from now on, there was no fucking way she was going back home. Earlier that year she sent a letter home to her mom and ass hole of a step-father telling them that they should consider her moved out and that she would only see her mom. Never again would she see that prick who filled her nightmares, who made her to who she was today. A used tramp. Shit. That's right! Marls! Feelings of shame and deception crept in on the already emotionally drowning Melanie. Marls would fucking kill Mel if she found out. So she wouldn't tell her. It was casual anyway right? He had a girlfriend, and Mel wanted to honor her best friend’s feelings. Right. She didn't need to know...it wasn't a big deal. she gulped as she waited for her curling iron to heat up, biting her lower lip to bring the focus from Sirius to the amount of pain she was in. No luck. Each curl steamed slightly as she wrapped her long blond hair onto the smoldering iron, curls bouncing against her collar bone as she dropped them. Right. This was just an outing with a good friend. They were allowed to hang out, weren't they? When she was finished with the task of her hair, she moved onto makeup, meticulously checking every inch of her face, covering up any imperfection. The atmosphere change abruptly as Marls came sauntering into the room, messing with her hair. 'Shit, shit, shit'. Mel could do this; lie to her best friend. She had James anyway, they had just told each other how much they loved her too. If Marls were to find out, about her and Sirius' Platonic outing, she'd be completely fine with it. Right?

Melanie knew this was too much to hope for. Marls was pissed at Sirius, for God knows why, Sirius was the most genuine guy Mel knew. God, wouldn't it be weird if the best friends got together? Marls had Mel, James had Sirius. 'Damn it!' Mel mentally smacked herself back into reality. She couldn't be thinking this. Tonight was going to be completely casual and friendly. Nothing else. Not that her fantasy had always been something along these lines...they would stay fantasies. Not for Alecto's sake, psh, fuck her. But for Marls. "There's my Bitch. Where ya been?" Mel would usually stick around for the question but she realized she was already running late. She could still hear Marls as she rummaged through her trunk, pulling out a pile of shirts and her favorite jeans, throwing them on her bed. Marls entered the room rolling her eyes as she plopped down on her bed, exhausted; "Where else? I do have a boyfriend that occupies 80% of my time, you know" Mel had different shirts held up in the mirror, narrowing the pile down to three different shirts, then to two. Throwing off her tank top she slipped the first one on and spun to face her friend. "Well?" Again her eyes rolled as she sat up on her arms to survey the very nervous Melanie. "I THINK that you're more fidgety than usual. Who's the guy this time, anyway? New one?" Mel looked down at her twitchy hands, 'shit, i knew this would happen.' Turning away from her friend to look concerned with the shirt she was wearing she answered. "Oh well, kinda. But you know me... Nothing special. Just a few drinks." When she looked back at Marls she realized her lips were in a hard line, and her gaze was skeptical. This is why they were best friends. They knew each others bullshit. "Right, a few drinks. Why am I not surprised? So long as I don't have to go and pick you up because you're so wasted you can't even get yourself back here..." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and looked at her. "And don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer my question. But whatever." She quickly turned around, hoping she didn't hurt her friend by not telling her the full story. The last thing she wanted in all of this was to hurt Marls, especially after what they had been through. She needed to make up something...and fast. "Ok. I didn't want to tell you...cause well, it's sort of embarrassing. I'm meeting with Wes again...I know, I know..." She tried her hardest to put on an embarrassed face as she glanced up for a reaction. And she got it. Marlene's face furrowed in frustration as she gathered the right words to say. "Wes? Again? You just can't get enough of him, can you? I mean, sure, it's convenient once in a while, but come onnn, Mel. The guy's a jerk." She nodded, Wes was a jerk; good thing it wasn't him she was meeting. "I know... but I promise I won't get trashed. And I'll sleep in my own bed tonight...We're just going to talk." A nervous grin spread across her face as she looked at Marls. As bad as she felt, she loved being sneaky. There was just something about keeping secrets that gave her some kind of high.


Putting her face in her hands, Marls watched Mel scrutinize all of her imperfections, she was the only one Mel would let see her true feelings toward herself. "Like I haven't heard THAT before. But suit yourself." Turning back to face the mirror she shoved up her bra, hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. "So the black one then?" Marls nodded; "Sure, black. It's slimming." Beaming she turned to her friend, "Well I better be off then." She slipped on her favorite black heels and turned to her friend. Guilt seemed to creep in on her as she studied Marls' face. "Love you Marls... and thank you." Grinning wildly Marls hugged Mel, being sure not to mess up hair or makeup in the process. "Yeah, yeah. Go get your 'talk'" Her heels clicked the ground as she walked toward Hogsmeade, mentally preparing herself for the night she was about to have. Under no circumstances would she get wasted. Mel would just not let that happen...unless he did...then it would be ok, and who knows what it would lead to...'NO!' No. Tonight was going to be just as fun sober as it would drunk. Better, actually, cause she would remember it in the morning. She gripped her arms in attempts to keep herself warm as hogsmeade came into view. The cool air blew across the grounds, but any shivering Mel was doing wasn't from temperature. The Three Broomsticks was bound to be a little more empty than usual, being a sunday night and all, which would make it better to talk. She loved how homey the Three Broomsticks was, warmth seemed to embrace her as she walked in its inviting door, scanning the room for her date friend. Her heart skipped beats when she saw him. With a huge grin she walked over and gave him a big hug, taking in his wonderful smell. Once this thinking started she pulled away, taking the chair opposite him, leaning forward as she rested her elbows on the table. "Sorry I'm late. I was running a bit behind." Tonight would be brilliant. She needed to keep telling herself that.

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I solemnly swear that I, Brittany, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am
Joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.[/color][/blockquote]

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