Character's real name:Benjamin Seamus Murphy
Codename: Beatbox

Gender:M
Age:17
Nationality/Ethnicity:Irish American
Birthplace:Winchester, Kentucky
Personality: Ben’s a pretty happy go lucky guy once you get to know him. He’s sort of shy at first, but once he gets comfortable he’s kinda outspoken. He’s definetly a class clown. He also has a strong sense of pride in his irish heritage.
Notes (hobbies, phobias, worries, ect.): A very voracious reader. He enjoys learning anything he can. Ben is constantly listening to underground hip hop and even writes a few rhymes of his own from time to time. He also has a few vices. He never turned down a drink or a poker hand. Small bouts of social anxiety hit him in say a grocery store aisle (crowded with people) or a very large crowd. He also suffe5rs from a lack of confidence (though you wouldn’t know it..). He fears that he’ll make the wrong choices that will ultimately decide the course of his life.

Side (good, bad, or neutral):good

Everyday clothing: A button down, collared shirt (untucked). He always wears it open with a wife beater underneath. He wears jean shorts (3/4 cut and baggy). Ben collects and wears tams like his friends wear ball caps. He always as his headphones and walkman on him as well as a backpack that he keeps his cd’s in. He sports some vans on his feet.
Uniform (when you become an X-Man, your uniform will receive an X-Men logo):A black hoodie with a back pack to hold his sticks sewn on to it. He also wears a pair of plain khaki cargoes that are baggy enough to cover the tops of his lucky vans. Ben carries a set of drumsticks with him to generate soundwaves he can manipulate
Pajamas: Wife beater and his boxers

Hair color and style: Red hair worn in a number one fade (shaved very close on the sides, just enough to comb forward up top)
Eye color: Brown
Height:6’0
Build:Stocky, but not fat..weighs about 190. Not cut but fairly muscular.

Scars:
Tattoos: Ben got the deadman’s hand (3 aces and two eights) fanned out tattooed on his right bicep. He also got a shamrock with a banner saying “Erin Go Bragh” underneath tattooed over his heart
Piercings:

Description of ability(ies): Ben has the ability to briefly store and discharge sound energy in any form he can imagine. As of now the strength of the projection depends solely on the strength of the soundwave his body absorbs. Through day to day life his body constantly absorbs ambient sound which he detects through sort of an internal hum…given no external stimulation or prodding from Ben himself the energy fades away
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Currently Ben’s ability to wield this power is unruly at best. The forms he creates often form almost subconsciously(as if inspired by the sound itself) and he has no ability to hold them As Ben constantly absorbs ambient sound he is always storing some level of a charge. At times of great stress this energy will discharge without Ben intending it to.
Fighting style (if any): Ben uses a street brawl style with his drumsticks as weapons.

History of your character: Ben was born to an Irish Catholic semi-wealthy family in Lexington, Kentucky. His father is the Fayette County Prosecutor and his mother has a job in the county clerk’s office. He’s the second child out of five. He has an older brother, two younger sisters, and a younger brother. Ben was always a particularly bright kid who did exceptionally well in history. Somewhere in middle school Ben fell in with what some would call the wrong crowd. While keeping up appearances at school and with family, he would often sneak out to go to parties, get drunk, or just romp around town raising hell. He fell in heavy with skateboard culture (though never actually boarding himself) and got into drugs. Though he wasn’t into drugs as much for personal usage as he was selling. Ben became a well known kid with the “hookup” all around town.

Life went on with Ben playing the double role for sometime. However, in his sophomore year the facade began to crack. It got to the point where Ben would be gone for days at a time and not come home. His grades started avalanching. Although he still found time to read and study subjects that interested him, he all but stopped attending school. His parents becoming more and more concerned would confront him when they saw him, but he would simply brush them off and leave again. One night however, while attending a party, Ben was approached by a group of guys he’d just dropped a bag off with. They didn’t try to raise issue with him, of course it would’ve been useless anyway because Ben never cheated anyone, but they wanted him to come back to their place. He had an uneasy feeling about the whole encounter. He’d just sold them an ounce of weed, why did they want some more so quickly? He went outside with them though, because a few bucks is a few bucks. He was just putting his foot out the door when he saw the bat coming for his face. He managed a slight duck but the bat still glanced off the top of his head. He fell to the ground and felt punches and kicks landing, while hands grabbed at his pack and his pockets. Laying their starting to slip into unconsciousness he suddenly could only hear one sound. it was the pulsing of the kick drum from the song blasting out of the speakers inside the house. He found his mind razor sharp focused on the beat and suddenly he seemed to be levitating. At that point Ben blacked out.

Witnesses said that Ben hovered in the air for a few seconds while his attackers stared in disbelief. They then began to notice that he wasn’t hovering at all but was cushioned atop what they described as a ball of energy. Suddenly to his attackers horror huge monster like shapes of energy began to form around Ben’s body before lunging out to pummel his attackers. It was over before it began.. A bruised Ben was taken to the Police Department and after the drugs were seized to a juvenile holding cell. His father was contacted, but made no effort to pick Ben up. Ben was held for a week before having a trial in juvenile court. Despite his obvious guilt though the judge went insanely easy on him. He was sentenced to 200 hours community service and told not to get in trouble again and expect the same leniency His mother picked him up and took him home. He went to school did his service and fell into a routine for a month or so, all the time wondering about the strange accounts of that night. His father didn’t say a word to him and his mother and siblings hardly more than was necessary. The kids at school spoke in hushed tones behind his back. One day he came home from school and his father stood at the foot of the stairs with a suitcase. He had a stern look on his face, one he’d surely used on a dozen accused in the courtroom.

“ Ben you know you should be in juvenile hall, right?
“ Yes sir”
“ Good well though you’ve finished your community service you still have something left to do.”
“ Huh?”
“ This ability of yours….you understand what it means?”
“ I think so sir…I’m a mutant”
“ yes you are as if the drugs weren’t enough…do you realise what you’ve done to your fam…..never mind….your going to be going away for awhile”
“ To where?”
“ There’s a school in New York…for your kind….your flight leaves in two hours…this school helps your kind as much as you can be….its okay for you to write…but you shouldn’t come back for awhle…are we understood?”

As soon as his plane landed in New York City, Ben dodged the driver waiting for him. He figured he'd simply take his chances living on his own in the Big Apple. That night in some abandoned alley he found himself cold, hungry, and searching for the brochure to that school .
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a blur approaching him quickly. He instictively grabbed the drumsticks in his suitcase. Since the night of the incident he'd conducted a few experiements. He'd figured out the nature of his powers by tapping the drumsticks on his desk at home. He turned and saw the blur approaching come into crystal clarity. The e homeless man paid him no attention how, however and continued running on down the alley to finish what ever task he found so pressing. As the fear wore off Ben knew his plan wouldn't work. He set about figuring out how exactly he would get to this Westchester place.

From that point forward Ben had started a new chapter in his life…….

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