The Gentleman from Hell

Name: Benjamin Anderson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Black Eyes
Hair: Black Hair
Height: 5'10
Body Type: Skinny body, strong enough to hold it's own, but not muscular
Skin Color: Caucasian

God Parent: Hades
Mortal Parent: Veronica Anderson
Country of Origin: Britain

Talents: Swordsmanship, Speech, Creative Writing

Weapon**:

CB Cane Sword:

Personality: Polite, Honest man, Benjamin was raised to be the good ole gentleman. Granted, he's not completely like this, Benjamin is excellent at lying when he needs to, having a decent understanding of the "magic" of using words to get around what you want. This also leaves Benjamin to be decent at flirting, though he doesn't do much of it. He's a good writer, and enjoys creative writing. He's got a bit of sarcasm to him that leaves some people annoyed, though he is all around a nice guy to people. He's friendly to everyone and generally is okay with everyone, However, Ben isn't all good, he's got quite the temper when truly angered, lashing out much contrarily to his usual outward appearance. On top of this, Ben is very bad about his grudges. This spawns from his not liking to be embarrassed though he is working to get over this problem with himself.

Flaws: Temper issues, Sarcasm that will get him into unwanted issues, Liar, Erratic to an extent, He also has a slight limp, hence why his weapon is a cane sword, when fighting he can ignore the limp but it is an exploitable weakness

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): As a son of Hades, Benjamin was born with several powers and abilities. These vary though as Hades is lord of the Underworld and god of the riches of the earth.

Geokinesis:  Like Hazel, Benjamin can manipulate underground areas in order to shift them according to his needs, or destroy them. He can do this five times per day with thirty minutes cool down.

Riches: He can manipulate present riches that can't be at more than thirty meters buried underground. He can shape them, make them rotate, levitate and such, but can't make them move more than three meters in each direction. He can't manipulate something heavier than what he'd be able to carry physically. He can do this 5 times a day with one hour cooldown.

Umbrakinesis: He can manipulate darkness being able to make it increase to either shroud his body and make him seem to fade into the shadows and become invisible, though you can still see his outline and his facial features when looking. This is easier to do at night and at night he can even manipulate the shadows to form hallucinations for people, though they are easier to break through unless the person is terrified. This can be done about 7 times a day with 45 minutes to cool down on uses. As per the usual methods of shadows, Ben is able to shadow travel. The farthest he can go is about a kilometer on a one-way trip, though he tends to just dart around for a meter or two at a time, not relying on it much except as a means to escape a tight jam.

Passive Abilities:
- He can detect riches and resources including petrol, anything that is valuable in a perimeter of 10 meters all around him.
- He can sense death of any living being, thus knowing if somebody is dead or not even if that person is not present. He can also recognize somebody who has come back from the Underworld.
- He senses caves, tunnels, trapdoors and other underground paths; he gains 20 additional percent of his strength when being underground or somewhere near riches.

Life Before CHB*: The character of young Benjamin is one that has a very interesting background, one that is to be addressed first by the story of his parentage's meeting. Veronica Alison Anderson was born in the the wealthy Anderson family in London. Raised in a privileged society from birth, Veronica knew of poverty only through the sites of the slums in the cities she visited. It was on one of these many city trips that she met Pluto, at the time disguising himself as an equally wealthy man, not hard for the god of riches. The two felt a mutual attraction to one another and began to date for some time. It was not long though until the birds and the bees passed and Veronica found herself pregnant. Hades stayed with his lover for the duration of the pregnancy, partially because he revealed himself and wanted to make sure she knew what to expect of her son and partially because he always found it hard to leave those he shared a child with. However once the baby was born, Hades was gone, and Veronica was the single-mother of a new-born child. Normally a newly single mother would be worried but in the case of Veronica she was not so easily perturbed by such a situation, being in a wealthy family she had the finances to raise her son and having grown in the company of a crowd of people that found intercourse to be a pass time she had a higher respect for herself than the people she associated with.

Benjamin grew up in the life of luxury, a good son to his mother and a well respectable lad even for his young age. At the age of 3 he was walking and talking very well and with her wealth, Veronica was able to give Benjamin teachers before ever going to school so that he could be ahead of others with his education. However even with this, the demigod in the child didn't shy away from itself. In his younger days Benjamin was a trouble maker, though he couldn't help being one of course it didn't stop him from driving his family up a wall every now and again. He got better with age but kids are a pain you know. As far as the, well the mythological issues, surprisingly for living in one of the busiest cities in the UK, Benjamin was in sore lacking of attacks from monsters, if not for his unnaturally strong scent it's quiet likely that his protector satyr would've never found him at his private school at all.

Yes an easy life for good Benjamin but like all good things it met with a tragic turn. at the good age of 11, Ban faced his first monster attack. A werewolf that strayed from the pack it traveled with had smelled the blood of Hades coursing through Benjamin's veins and was overcome by the urge to take the boy's life. It would've been the end if not for Ben's protector and friend that found him at the school two years prior. However in the process of the fight, Ben saw what his friend was and passed out from the overwhelming confusion and stress of the situation he was in. He awoke in what felt like minutes afterwards, however he found himself in his bed back at his mother's home. Veronica was speaking with the satyr whom was out of disguise as of this point but the conversation ended when they realized Ben had come to. Ben demanded answers, those that Veronica and the satyr reluctantly gave.

Needless to say, Benjamin didn't take very well to the news he had received. The young son of evil looked between the mother and the satyr and promptly told them that he refused to go to the camp, going under the excuse that he refused to live in (and I quote) "a backwater country that shouldn't even exist". He then proceeded to leave the medical room and return to his own preparing to return to school. Veronica held off the satyr for another two years, till Benjamin had his thirteenth birthday. In that time Ben had moved between Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, been at risk of danger on several occasions, at one point injuring his leg to the point where he he is now forced to walk with a slight limp, and had at least three hospital visits. Once Ben reached 13, Veronica moved them to the higher class part of New York and the satyr took Ben to camp. There he spent the next three years with visits to his mom regularly. Benjamin still holds grasp of his English accent and roots despite three years in camp in an American dominated area.

RP Example*: Benjamin walked down the dirt cut path to the arena. His walking stick in hand to support him, he glanced around the masses of campers, still in shock even after three years at how many there were. It seemed too much to think of such things as he had seen since he was 11 and the first time his protector had revealed himself to Ben. And among them, Ben was one of the strongest, and rarest. In the back of his mind it seemed fitting that someone born in the heart of one of the greatest empire's in history be one of the most powerful demigods, but he didn't let the thought of such things turn him to arrogance because he recognized full well that such things would be his undoing in the long run of life. After all his limp was proof enough of such arrogance occurring. He made it to the arena and took a breath, smelling the musk in the air as if the walls were made of the stuff. He also smelt the stench of death but that was simply because he was a child of death, it traveled with him everywhere.

He glanced around among the few pockets of people that trained here and there in the arena. He thought about just leaving but then some rather annoying twats strolled into the arena and immediately took him as being week because of his leaning on his cane. Ben immediately grew annoyed of this and turned to go when the four of them circled him in the form of an ambush, or rather a schoolyard shake down ordeal.

"Where do you think you're going?" The obvious leader of the group of brutes stated rather than asked.

"Somewhere I can't hear the sound of your ignorance for one." He stated, his very distinct British accent showing with each word that slipped out.

"Who're you calling ignorant." One of the other asked, immediately drawing his short sword at the insult.

The other two didn't seem much for the chat, just drew their weapons, one with a spear and the other with a set of war axes. The leader glanced between the three, smirking because he thought that Ben was outmatched especially with his leg, then drew his own weapon, a rather large two-handed great-sword, waiting for the other three to get ready to strike as well.

Ben merely sighed and slowly slid his hand down his cane, twisting it to an awkward angle, his thumb resting over the secret release switch on the handle. "What is it about you Americans that you always think you have to pick a fight with the first thing you see..it's embarrassing." He stated. The demigods with the short sword rushed Ben first, the son of Hades quickly moving his cane to block the strike and hold the blade there while the other three watched on. "Especially with an opponent, that outclasses you in every way imaginable." He added, staring directly at the boy he had stopped, glaring at him almost as if his eyes were pure black slits of nothingness. He kicked the boy away, and caught the sword, throwing at the boy with the war axes, then unsheathed his sword, holding the cane sheathe in one hand and the sword in the other blocking the two attacks from the boy with the spear and the leader of the group.

"Are you done yet?" Ben asked boredly as he vanished from in between them and reappeared a pace or two away from the group. The leader turned around and angrily rushed him, but Ben sidestepped and left a nice cut on his arm. Then suddenly a spear came at him and he barely managed to escape the attack with just a cut on his face. He turned his attention to the unarmed boy and appeared before him, cracking his cane sheathe on the boys head to incapacitate him without killing him. With two children out of the way, Ben turned back to the leader and waited out his attack while the boy with the war axes was starting to finally recover from his surprise meeting with his companion's sword. The two regrouped and Benjamin watched them quietly waiting to see what they would try, all the while he was slowly and discreetly manipulating the earth around their feet, the dirt on there shoes being the anchor he would focus on to tighten around them. At the exact moment that the boy with the war axes made his move, Ben tightened his grip and suddenly the boy was stopped in his tracks and fell flat on his face. his wrist sudden;y being unable to rip from the bindings that suddenly formed around them. The leader of the four was irritated by this point and raised his sword, a silent sign of a one on one last stand. The son of Hades graciously accepted and readied his sword for the coming strikes. The boy rushed him, and Ben met the blows with ease, each strike meeting the other as Ben tired out the large opponent before him. Of course Ben took a few cuts and hits from the boy's fist, but after three years of training at Camp Half Blood he learned to ignore the minor strikes and focus on the bigger picture before him.

Suddenly he found his opening and vanished. The boy looked around confused until suddenly a sharp pain ran down his spine and he collapsed to his knees. "What in the world..?" The boy started Ben sheathed his sword.

"Next time...pick a fight with someone that isn't a son of Hades." Benjamin stated as the boy collapsed to the ground. Benjamin slowly dusted himself off and then left as if nothing happened.

Any notes about your characters:

Power Bump!

(yeah yeah I double posted. Sue me)

You'll have to change the Imperial CB cane to a CB cane, the rest looks good :)

I didn't even realize I left the Imperial part in there xD

Morgan approves.