Post by Carley on Sept 22, 2015 11:06:40 GMT -8
Benjamin "Seven" Toledano
Born June 1, 1983 (32 years old, appears 23)
Security Director Cavanaugh's personal assistant, freelance demolitionist
Mother: Sara Toledano, deceased
Father: Aaron Toledano, incarcerated
Sister: Amanda Toledano, living
( Face: Frank Iero
Screen name: None, npc )
Security Director Cavanaugh's personal assistant, freelance demolitionist
Mother: Sara Toledano, deceased
Father: Aaron Toledano, incarcerated
Sister: Amanda Toledano, living
( Face: Frank Iero
Screen name: None, npc )
The number seven means various things across various traditions. Seven virtues, seven deadly sins, seven colors of the rainbow, seven continents, seven seas, seven wonders of the ancient world.
Ben Toledano has seven fingers. He used to have ten, but three of them were removed above the knuckle. One at a time. With a bone saw. While he watched and screamed and begged for forgiveness.
He was six years old when he found his mother dead in the garden of their tiny-tiny Minneapolis home. She'd been shot in the back of the head and keeled over in the rosebushes. Inside, his baby sister screamed and screamed. Their father was gone. They caught up with him later. He's serving life without parole for the cold-hearted murder of Sara Toledano.
Ben and his sister ended up where all kids end up when Daddy kills Mommy and they have nowhere else to go. The system. They bounced from foster home to foster home, and Ben's pent-up rage was usually to blame. He walked the day he turned eighteen, kissed his sister on the cheek and told her to be good.
She did well for herself, going into art school. Ben, on the other hand, just wandered the streets. A high-school drop-out with no known skills, he was almost impossible to hire. He spent time with the wrongest of wrong crowds, and he hardly noticed that the pretty lady on top of him was draining his blood into her mouth.
He likes to say he was too pretty to die, because there had to be some reason she decided to turn him. Whatever the case, it wasn't long before the newly minted vampire's temper got him in trouble again. He wandered to New York. He mouthed off to the wrong people about the wrong people, and that was how he found himself in the clutches of a local crime lord who laughed while he severed digits one by one.
Ben's a survivor, and that's why he stuck around in the employ of that monster. It was either that or die horribly. And it was during those three wretched years of what amounted to indentured servitude that he discovered his talent. Demolitions. Explosions. Anything that looks like a failed Mythbusters experiment is his thing.
And then he was told to bring back the head of August Cavanaugh. So he stalked the guy a while, and found out that he wasn't so bad. Pretty affable, actually. He liked to hang out at the local bar, nurse a couple glasses of scotch and maybe a basket of hot wings, and bullshit with the regulars. Ben sat with him, talked to him, became friends with him. And he decided to help August out.
Of course, he's not very stealthy, so Ben was eventually caught. He had two options. Die horribly in a room pumped full of intense ultra-violet light until he sizzled nothingness, or flee. He took the second option. August was kind. He'd already taken in Ben's colleague Nikki. Of course, August was also fucking Nikki and that wasn't what Ben was looking for, but whatever. He found his refuge.
Now he works for Shepherd University's security director as a personal assistant/secretary/receptionist/demolitions expert/part-time babysitter (those things overlap more than you might think). If you'd like to speak with Mr. Cavanaugh, please sign the clipboard at the front desk under the watchful eye of the diminutive five-foot-two vampire with an entire shop's worth of ink on his arms and neck. And don't you even think of getting unruly on him. Ben has learned a lot of things, but he hasn't learned how not to have a smart mouth.