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| − | It's rough fitting in when you are both short and skinny. But Benjamin 'Stool Pidgeon' Carols learned real fast that not fitting could have its advantages too. Like how being overlooked meant that no one really noticed you. Which could be put to the task of learning secrets. And that certain information was worth its depth in gold.<br> He started small, blackmailing the jocks who used to pick on him, by holding over their heads his knowledge of | + | It's rough fitting in when you are both short and skinny. But Benjamin 'Stool Pidgeon' Carols learned real fast that not fitting could have its advantages too. Like how being overlooked meant that no one really noticed you. Which could be put to the task of learning secrets. And that certain information was worth its depth in gold.<br> He started small, blackmailing the jocks who used to pick on him, by holding over their heads his knowledge of their trysts, for money. Then he moved up to being helpful with his collected secrets by getting the Principle sacked for abusive treatment of the students.<br> It was this penchant for gathering information and finding the best way to put it to work that carried Benny through his first year of college and into an internship over the summer with a foreign correspondent doing a big political story in Izmir Turkey. One night he found out a little secret about himself. First he is dreaming about hatching out of some crazy egg and the next thing he knows he is wearing feathers and a beak and digging through the rubbish of a trashcan at the Bay Park, some twenty miles away from his hotel. It would take him another year, and lots of questions, before he got the hang of his new self and another two to finish his degree. With a new understanding of his role in the '''Grand Scheme''' of things he has taken up working as an editorial writer for the International Herald Tribune as well as running his own foreign news blog to help disseminate all the juicy bits he gathers on the backroom politics of the world. |
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[[Category:Player Character]] | [[Category:Player Character]] | ||
Latest revision as of 17:41, 1 March 2011
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| Vitals | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Caucasian British |
| Location | Athens, Greece |
| Status | Active |
| Character stuff | |
| Nature | Whistle Blower |
| Demeanor | Whistle Blower |
| Cabal | Homid |
| OOC | |
| Player | Thomas Render |
| Created by | Thomas Render |
| Character Sheet | Stats |
Contents
Description
At a towering 5'6" and a wet 100, "Benny" is anything but imposing. But the advantages to being small are that you are often overlooked. Most often seen in his 'Trademark' Lemon yellow flats, blue jeans, Grey tee-shirt, Red Volcom hoodie and beanie. Though he does carry around a spare set of 'dress-up' clothes when he has to play the professional news reporter, however 'well worn' they may look.
Background
It's rough fitting in when you are both short and skinny. But Benjamin 'Stool Pidgeon' Carols learned real fast that not fitting could have its advantages too. Like how being overlooked meant that no one really noticed you. Which could be put to the task of learning secrets. And that certain information was worth its depth in gold.
He started small, blackmailing the jocks who used to pick on him, by holding over their heads his knowledge of their trysts, for money. Then he moved up to being helpful with his collected secrets by getting the Principle sacked for abusive treatment of the students.
It was this penchant for gathering information and finding the best way to put it to work that carried Benny through his first year of college and into an internship over the summer with a foreign correspondent doing a big political story in Izmir Turkey. One night he found out a little secret about himself. First he is dreaming about hatching out of some crazy egg and the next thing he knows he is wearing feathers and a beak and digging through the rubbish of a trashcan at the Bay Park, some twenty miles away from his hotel. It would take him another year, and lots of questions, before he got the hang of his new self and another two to finish his degree. With a new understanding of his role in the Grand Scheme of things he has taken up working as an editorial writer for the International Herald Tribune as well as running his own foreign news blog to help disseminate all the juicy bits he gathers on the backroom politics of the world.
