Clinton Bennet | Neutral ●

[Clinton Bennet]

Name: Clinton Glen Bennet Age: 23 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Faction: Neutral Occupation: Tattoo and Piercing Artist Playby: DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE , haine rammsteiner Traits Positive Empathetic Mild Mannered Level-headed Resilient Intuitive Forgiving Independent Negative Hyper-thinker Clingy Anger-point / Bersrker buttons Overexerting Self-conscious Dark humored Jealous -Most would expect from such a harsh resting bitch face that Clinton would be as cold as they come. The opposite is actually true, however. He is someone that cares just very quietly. He cares so much about everyone and everything that he almost always has a thousand word mini mental dialogue going on behind his resting bitch face. He thinks extensively, about everyone and everything, and if for a moment you can get his brain to actually stop, he will no doubt just start being captivated by you and have mini rants about you instead. History An unwanted product of a bad situation, Clinton was put up for adoption the moment he came screaming into the world. His very young mother would never even hold him, instead having him directed to the adoption and foster system before she had a chance to get attached. “It was for the best” everyone said, but the little boy who would spend the next eight years of his life going from home to home would think not. He would be in a total of twelve foster homes before he was eventually adopted, and it always seemed like before the time he could remember names and faces, he was moving to yet another home having to learn new ones. He has no memories of anything before the age of four, but someone was kind enough to give him a small photo album that he would store names and faces in from a time before and past then. Years later, he would look back uncertain as to why they hadn’t just adopted him or let him stay longer. Had he been a bad kid back then? He couldn’t remember. What Clint does remember was how painstakingly slow he learned and how frustrated he sometimes made those who were trying to educate him. He’d mess up on words and other things, and sometimes they yelled at him. He doesn’t blame the foster parents now days. Anyone would get frustrated with someone as slow as him, or so he has come to cynically think. His cognitive development was always below what was considered standard, and he shrunk away when he was uncertain of what he was supposed to say. He remembers how other children often sneered at him or constantly made him nervous by asking what was wrong repeatedly. He couldn’t really say anything was wrong with his environment. It was just him, or so Clint felt early on. He couldn’t shake this feeling; in fact, it only grew. He validated the way in which certain uncaring homes treated him and the way certain cruel homes beat him. Several times, he tried desperately to be good enough to be kept, to be loved like he saw others be, but he’d always end up packing what little he had and leaving eventually. His perception of self-worth was virtually non-existent by the time he was seven, and he floated through life quietly, never complaining, never arguing. He was a ghost of a child and more cynical than most adults. He felt so alone but had since retracted his outstretched hand for someone to grasp and pull him into a hug. He resented most people, and that was the way it stayed up until he was put in yet another family when he was eight. Despite the term fostering changing to adopting, Clinton didn’t believe there would be a difference. He would end up doing something and get sent away again. It always happened that way, even if the woman that had adopted him seemed more caring than many of the women he’d been around before. Hell, she already had a daughter too, so it wasn’t like she didn’t have better things to focus on aside from him. His cynicism kept him from getting close, but slowly as time went on, Renee slowly closed the distance between them. Clinton didn’t have to hold a hand out to be embraced, and it terrified him the first few times she promised he wasn’t going anywhere. He didn’t want to believe it, was too scared to think this was finally home, yet slowly he started to believe this was it. This was home. Clinton grew fast after acceptance hit. His uncertain mistrusting personality warped into something warm if a bit clingy. He adored his mother and his little sister and grew a strong bond with both of them. His need to love and be loved in return bolstered the more they returned his feelings, and for the first time in his life, Clinton felt happy. His grades were still somewhat mediocre in comparison to the bulk of his class, but he didn’t fall behind so easily as he had before when going from home to home. His mother helped hi quite a bit, and with a stronger foundation in most classes, he found he was capable of actually keeping up when he tried. A small amount of confidence was seeded into Clinton in this way though like the rest of him, it was slow to grow. A while after that, Renee introduced her girlfriend Jaime to him and Charlie. While Charlie pitched a fit, Clinton got anxious. Very anxious, very very very anxious. He’d been in a situation where another potential family member was introduced, and shortly after that, he’d been sent to another home, and that fear came back with a vengeance. He broke down one night begging not to be replaced, and all Renee could do was hold him and assure him that was not the case. He was not being replaced. It was going to be ok. Clinton didn’t believe her for a long time and became very clingy of Renee thereafter. He was wary of Jaime for a good long while, but her persistence slowly won his quiet acceptance— at least somewhat. He still preferred and readily clung to Renee more, but that was easier to write off as favoritism than specific hate. Years later, when Clinton turned fourteen and was about to start high school, Renee and Jaime got married. He felt a lot of things, some good, some bad, but he kept assuring himself it would make his mother happy. That was, at the end of the day, all he really wanted or so he thought. High school, however, was rather hellish in the beginning. Unaccepting harsh children had evolved into unaccepting harsh teenagers, and their mannerisms had arguably worsened overall. He was picked on by both his own peers and upper classmen to the point he finally snapped and decked three guys. Few had believed someone as thin as Clinton would have such a fight in him, and not even Clinton himself initially believed what he had done after he came back to himself. However, thereafter, there was a group that would take interest in him and…manage to coax him into joining them. Looking back now, Clinton never quite knew when or how he became a part of the wrong crowd let alone that specific group. He can’t remember what he was thinking, what possessed him to do things with them, but perhaps it was that he wasn’t thinking then. Ironically, the longer he stayed in the group, the more he craved and demanded their love and acceptance. In a backwards way, he imprinted on them in the way he had Renee once he clasped onto the belief they weren’t going to abandon him. The group members were friends for life, or so they told him— and brainwashed him with. An estranged need for acceptance shut down his otherwise decent cognitive skills, and he found himself just going along with them enacting in vandalism and petty theft. It wasn’t long before he was caught and arrested. Being a minor with parents who initially tried to do everything for him, he was released into their care. His mother’s did what they could to help him get on the right path again. He was put in therapy; his mother stayed home more. They took family vacations for the first time that Clinton could remember. Despite this, Clinton continued to be manipulated by his mixed feelings and strange new allegiances. The conflict was threatening to tear at his sanity, and finally he made a decision and started pulling away from his family. The gang couldn’t have been prouder of him. Clinton buried every other feeling pretty effectively for a messed up teenager. At sixteen, he was incarcerated in a juvenile detention center, and for the sheer number of things he had done, he was sentenced to two years. Separated from the sea of bad influences he’d clung to and put in a system of regular, regulated therapy, Clinton slowly worked through a lot of things he had at one time thought were patched and just fine. He realized there was a part of him that craved attention and love so badly that it generalized and that somewhere in the mix of his reasoning, he’d justified many things and muted others. He craved numbers over the quality of acceptance and love, and acknowledging that was one of the biggest steps he’d take. Meanwhile, he was also encouraged to actually have a plan for his life after high school so that he wouldn’t falter again when he got out. Clinton had virtually no skills— or so he thought initially. When he was allowed chalk out on the asphalt, the kid showed impressive skill in design. It turned out the way he thought of things in images was somewhat unique to him and gave him a ‘special’ outlook. Drawing was supposedly his outlet, and though he’d never considered it before, Clinton found truly he could impress others with his work. It was... nice and made him feel important. It was such a strange sensation, and he got embarrassed just as easily when people complimented him as when they didn’t. However, he figured if anything, he could … maybe be some kind of artist or something? He wasn’t sure it would make him much money, but it was at least a bit better outlet than say the violence he had dipped into that put him there. When he got out, Clinton was “better”, and his mothers were so happy. He found himself hesitant towards them, but he at least tried to get close again. He flinched when Charlie pushed him away but couldn’t blame her. He found it near impossible to blame anyone but himself, and thus he just tried to quietly look out for her here and there. Meanwhile, he managed to get his tattoo and piercing licensee when it hit him that it would be a slightly more stable job than any plain artist. In under a year, he had a number of tattoos in response, most on his back. Though he arguably looks rougher around the edges and more threatening than he did before, ironically inside he was indeed different at the end of the day. When the event happened, Clinton was approached by a kind looking god who pat him on the head and said his turn around couldn’t have come at a greater time. Rather than be marked in the criminal class, he was instead simply in Neutral, and hearing that for whatever reason was insanely relieving despite the situation. He was offered a wish and awkwardly wished for a stable amount of customers in the shop. Thereafter, he was given an insignia. As months have passed, he’s been working pretty hard. Insignia Level 1 Clinton's insignia comes in the form of a star tattoo on his right hand. Healing Touch- level 1 - Just as the name implies, by touching a wound, Clinton is capable of spurring the healing process. The healing touch utilizes the wounded's own cells and body system to spur the healing and acts more as a catalyst than other healing effects that uses copious amounts of energy to push cells to completely regenerate right then and there. Thus, it can shorten the time a cut will remain open and how long it will take to seal over with fresh skin by speeding up healing effects that would occur naturally anyways. While it doesn't heal up a wound instantly as if it were never there to begin with, it can make lacerations clot faster, reduce inflammation in systems, and generally just help shorten the healing duration (by anywhere between 1/2 the time to 1/16 the time it would normally take) by making the body work more efficiently. The bigger the wound, the more energy it is going to take out of Clinton, so at max he can use the power three times a day sometimes less depending on what he is healing. The passive takes the form of a white fluffy puppy with red eyes. Extra He tapes his neck when in some more formal situations because his tattoos there aren't too "formal" to say the least. His back is literally covered in one huge tat scene that he just keeps expanding. He got his GED while in juvenile detention. OOC OOC Name: Nai. How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: ---

[Neko]

Accepted!! Great job, put your profile link in your mini profile and put your claims in the Face Claims and the Directory!