Post by Benjamin Kanst on Sept 13, 2009 9:13:33 GMT -7
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"Don't need to pretend to love me. You don't need to pretend to want me."
DISSECTME'TILLMYBLOODRUNS
Full Name: Benjamin James Kanst
Nickname(s): Ben, Benny, Benji, Benmeister
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: December 16, 1985
Age: 24
Sexual Orientation: Straight
DOWNINTOTHEDRAIN
Hair: Short, messy, dark brown
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5'8"
General Appearance: Most of the time you can find Ben wearing black jeans and band t-shirts. His brown hair is cut short and spikes up in the back when it isn't combed. When he goes to work though, he switches his normal band tees for just a black shirt. Usually he can be found with his black and white checkered fedora.
Distinguishing Features: Other than the tattoos? A nice gunshot wound scar in his lower left abdomen
Tattoos/Piercings: Entire sleeve down right arm of an angel with the words "Bless me to and from my destination", last name on his upper left arm, heart with a banner that reads "Family, Friends Music" on his lower left forearm, and the words "Never Give Up" in a semicircle below his collarbone
IDON'TFEELANYPAIN
Mother: Michelle Kanst
Father: David Kanst
Brother(s): None
Sister(s): None
Other: None that he's aware of
History: Originally born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada the Kanst family moved down to New York when Ben was just three. Early on his parents could tell that Ben was slightly different from the other children. He caught onto things much quicker than the others. Using this to their advantage, his parents started him on piano in hopes of bringing out his creative side. There were many debates between Michelle and David on how to raise Ben. Michelle had dropped out of high school and wished for Ben to be strong academically. On the other hand, David had served in the Marines because his father forced him to. David wanted to give Ben more freedom than he had. Eventually this fight, coupled with other disagreements, led to the nasty divorce of the couple. Neither parent wanted to agree to joint custody and while they both fought for sole custody, they neglected to raise the son they were fighting over.
By this time Ben was fifteen and sick of the constant arguments. He started seeking ways to get away from the drama. His father found his solace in alcohol. His mother took advantage of this and won sole custody. Almost immediately after everything was settled, Michelle took Ben and moved down to the Washington D.C. area. The tight rein his mother kept on him forced Ben to lash out in whatever ways possible. The second he turned eighteen, Ben cut off all communication with his mom and moved away. Somehow he manged to graduate high school with honors and get accepted into a decent college. During his third year in college, he had just finished playing a gig when some drunk guy started screwing around with people. Ben stepped in and told the guy to get lose. In a drunken rage, the man pulled a gun and fire a shot at Ben. Luckily the bullet didn't hit any vital organs and only left a scar. But since then, Ben has been very apprehensive of guns. In the four years of college, he found different ways to pay his way through. Playing gigs at local bars, moving from job to job, and his personal favorite, drug dealing. He managed to make it through countless sleepless night, graduating with a degree in Forensic Science.
From there, he took an internship at the Smithsonian, working with the forensic anthropology department. After interning a year at the Smithsonian, Ben recieved the call that his father had died. This news wasn't a surprise but his father's last request was. In his will, David had wanted Ben to work in NCIS offices. No one could tell Ben the reason why, except for that it could have had sometime to do with David's Marine background. Later, he also found out that his father had known Agent Gibbs. Ben respected his father's wish and transferred over to NCIS offices to work in their forensics department. Still money was tight. There were student loans to pay back and the new job didn't pay as well. So in order to put some money in the bank. Ben turned back to his old ways. Drugs were the easiest. But he soon discovered the Blue Moon Races. There he could make money both handling bets and racing. Now Ben's pretty much settled down and he doesn't intend to leave anytime soon. His debts are almost paid off, he has a steady job, life's looking up.
I'MRUSTEDFROMTHERAIN
Likes:
:: Music
:: Getting tattoos done
:: Staying up late and sleeping in
:: Cold showers
:: Annoying stupid people
Dislikes:
:: Liars
:: Guns
:: Waking up early
:: The feeling of being lost
:: Religious people
Strengths:
:: Works hard to get what he wants
:: Loyal to his friends
:: Is pretty independent
:: Playing piano and vocals
:: Knows how to defend himself
Weaknesses:
:: Impatient, doesn't like to wait
:: Pretty girls and relationships
:: Staying away from parties
:: Alcohol and occasional cigarette
:: Gets in fights too easily
Personality: Part-time drug dealer, part-time band member, part-time forensic scientist. Somehow he barely manages to juggle it all. Despite his clear intelligence, Ben doesn't act like it. To most he looks like your average street punk but start a debate with him and he'll beat you to the ground. He isn't afraid to say what's on his mind. The only reason his colleagues put up with him is because he's good at what he does. Ben's stubborn and fiercly loyal to those he calls friends. Both broken hearted and a heart breaker, he doesn't trust easily nor jump into relationships quickly. Ben has a pretty bubbly personality and usually can be found with a joking grin on his face. Though when he needs to be, he can be quite serious. Mess with him and he'll make sure you won't walk for days. He hasn't lost a fight since third grade and he intends on keeping it that way. He'll do whatever it takes to insure that he gets what he wants.
We'll fight our battles
We'll wage our wars
[/color]We'll wage our wars
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Settle the score with honor and blood
We'll wear our scars like medals of hope
[/color]We'll wear our scars like medals of hope
