THORNE, Benjamin

[ben]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Brittany
Gender: Female
Age: 19
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: n/a
Years of RpG Experience: 2
Other: [removed by staff]

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? Miss Abbie
What about ISS inspired you to join? overflowing creativity and needed an outlet
Do you have any suggestions for us? nahhh!!!

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

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

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: He's been known as many things in the past, the chubby baby, the scrawny tweener, the nerdy first year, no one could really expect the man he had become today. One would expect him to be a ministry desk clerk after Hogwarts, now the possibilities were endless. He had grown up to actually be a really handsome boy. His toussled black hair was the first thing you would notice when looking at Ben...although it was messy looking, he could pull it off rather well. If he were to slick it back or spike it, it would almost be way overkill; Messy suit Ben. He has thick eyebrows that cast shadows over his deep, dark brown eyes, which almost look sinister in certain expressions that he gives; like he has some sort of hidden agenda. Ben has a rather large round nose, making his intense eyes almost soften just ever so slightly, making him more approachable and not as intimidating. Then, there are his lips. which in the past year have gotten a lot of attention. Now, because Ben had been the scrawny, akward tweener growing up, girls weren't an option. But now? Let's just say he is making up for lost time. whether its his surprisingly charming smile or a sweet peck on some pretty girls lips, Ben's mouth is one of his best features.
Physique: Ben had to work for what he presently looks like, and work hard. Once he got to his 3rd year at Hogwarts he realized that the "cute kid" with the glasses who had the awesome personality didn't always win the girl. There were many times where he lost his little crush to the punk kid that everyone knows about. You know? The usually short on with the spiked hair and the attitude that made up for his lack of height? Ben had always been tall. When he entered into his 5th year, it had been same old same old for Ben. He was 6'2 and weighing in at a whopping 130lbs, not exactly the ladies man material. Then that year he tried out for quidditch, and surprisingly, made the team. He worked endlessly to change, staying extra learning how to be better and be stronger. His team couldn't have a weak beater. Over the course of the next couple months, he gained muscle weight, and lots of it. His clothes got too small, he was strong, and ladies were starting to notice. It was a little embarassing walking around in tight shirts, seeing as it was all he had, but girls didn't seem to mind as much. Now, Ben is a solid guy, no longer hiding behind his books and glasses, no longer hiding behind his insecurities.

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 that Ben learned while being on the outskirts of social civilization is how to talk to a lady. Not only does this make her feel like a princess but it helps him to get what he wants, what every guy wants for that matter. Yeah, Ben swung from one extreme to the other. He probably even had the same attitude as that spiky-haired punk he hated so much before. Fact was he was getting attention from girls now, and he was making the most of every situation using manipulation and words to gather the desired result. It didnt help seeing as his friends were the same way, they were a group of wolves looking to devour some prey. Ouch. Sounds cold. He didnt like knowing that he hurt anyone, so he simply didnt think about it. Most of his friends were from the quidditch team, call them jocks or jerks or whatever, he still didnt fit the normal mold. He used and abused chivalry, only to turn it back around onto the girls he played. Deep down he knows that he is just as lonely as he was when there were no girls, but this lonely felt so much better physically than he ever could have imagined; and he didnt want to give it up.

Cocky
Ben was the man. This is what he would tell himself in the morning. He went from zero to hero in school and the quidditch field. Talk about an ego stroke. After games, his arrogance was the worst. Always bragging about that hit the seeker from the other team took because of the blow he gave. Or how the girl who his teammate had liked called his name from the stands. Victory was sweet. Whenever they took a loss however, he was back to being the poor, pathetic, kid who blamed himself for everything. He masked this by getting extremely angry and heading over to the local pub to drink his sorrows away. While he loved his new life, it came with burdens too; his arrogance was a heavy one to carry. At least his friend Frank was always there to buy him another round of butterbeer. Ben was good at academics as well, which is part of the reason everyone figured him to be a future ministry buff. Ben wanted more that a desk job, working for a corrupt system of "busy making the world safe" wizards. He just didnt know what exactly.

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? 2) Ben loves sports; Quidditch to be exact. But you know that...

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.Since then the two have been a pair. Never separating, always working together. Even to this day. Ben made it his personal goal to provide for Julia, doing whatever he could to keep her safe and well fed. It was hard for him sometimes knowing the life they could have had if it werent for his father's selfish act of violence. Ben tried to find outlets, all vanished as soon as they appeared. Besides being at Hogwarts, life was lonely for him. Not to mention unpredictable and scary. Not knowing how he'd find shelter for Jules, food for her, where and what he would do with his life. 7th year was going to decide it all. He knew it.

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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{ C O N T R A C T }

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.

ps: Just applying for Ben right now. Maybe Julia in the future sometime.

[bella]

I am very happy with the modifications you have made. Thank you for taking the time to do that. Unfortunately his acceptance will need to be prolonged just a little more. While there is an animagus slot open, that’s something you need to apply for. I’m willing to give you the opportunity to take that spot, but I’ll need to consult with Kabby about it first. If you would like to simply remove that particular piece of his history, I’ll be glad to accept him as is and you can apply for that trait later on. Let me know what you decide. [:

[bella]

Alright, again thank you for being so patient. Pleased to announce accepted.