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| Name: Gent True Name: John-Baptiste Benoit Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: January 3rd, 1997 Greatest Ambition: To live life to its fullest, savoring every experience that it has left to offer. Physical Description: John-Baptiste is your classic example of a beautiful, Cajun Beau. Smooth as cream but dark as chocolate and built enough to be nice and spicy. He stands tall at about six foot, his posture proud and his shoulders never slumped. His build is not terribly bulky, but those proud shoulders are wonderfully broad and his muscles are not ones that would go unnoticed in any situation. Everything about him is the rich, warm color of cocoa, a color that invites in even the most reluctant and tempts them to trust him, even when the hungry gleam in his devil's food eyes warns them to clear off. He dresses as nicely as he can, given the circumstances, normally in relatively nice jeans and any button up shirts or vests that he can find. He wears diamond stud in his ears on most days, his mother's before she was taken by the virus and he can normally be seen wearing one of many fedoras, a rather large collection that his father accumulated before his death. He is a bit of a rogue in the sneaky, pick-pocket-type way, and occasionally shows off his finds, various trinkets of jewelry that shine and shimmer. Distinguishing Marks: Various tattoos grace the smooth muscles of Gent's arms but other than that, he has been blessed with enough grace and dexterity to keep injuries of any sort to a minimum. He has a few scars on his hands that come with the territory of being a river rat but they are minor and not really noticeable. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Single or taken: Single Best friend: Odile (Persian) |
| Personality: Gent stays true to one of his culture’s most famous sayings: Let the Good times Roll! He seems at first to be very laid back. He's a gambler, sneaky and smooth, and out for his own personal gain most of the time. He loves his life, women, and food, all in similar fashions: spicy, special, spunky and very close to the edge. He loves the constant change of traveling by river, the plethora of stops along each bank, the women at every stop and the food offered by each woman. This often gives people the impression that he is shallow and selfish. But Gent is the perfect gentleman (hints the nickname) to every woman he meets, and even goes out of his way to be respectful to other men. His mama raised him right. His short affairs with women are never sordid and he very often leaves gifts to the women he woos. And he makes certain that each woman knows the truth about his love life and is ok with it before pursuing her further. No promises to be the one and only for Gent. He may be sneaky and smooth and charming when he needs or wants material things, but he could never lie to a woman. He also carries quite a bit of his culture's superstitions. He believes readily in voodoo and curses and higher powers and other such practices, though he does not practice them. He is the first to believe that what goes around comes around and so, is determined to live life to it's fullest before his comes to its end. |
| Personal History: Gent was christened John-Baptiste Benoit when his mother, Ophelia Benoit gave birth to him on January 3rd of 1997. His father, Bernard Benoit, and his brother, Christian Benoit, stood happily over the hospital bed to welcome the newborn into their family. Two days later, they took him home to the muddy waters of the Mississippi. The family’s two-bedroom house boat, very fondly known as Le Coeur, was old, but not in disrepair, and provided a wonderful setting for Gent’s family-oriented childhood. Because of their close living quarters, the Benoits were closer than the average family, and despite common assumption, hardly ever fought, annoyed, or aggravated each other. Over all, the Benoits were a joyous family, traveling along the muddy Mississippi, learning from their parents, loving each other and the water and the spice of the Cajun lifestyle. Christian and John-Baptiste were close, despite their nine-year age difference, and Christian taught his little brother everything he thought he needed to know: how to catch the biggest fish and sneak the trickiest wallets from pockets in the early days, and later on, how to capture the hearts of the prettiest girls. Ophelia made sure that both of her boys knew how to treat the fairer sex: like ladies, priceless jewels to be cherished. And Bernard kept his children strong and sure, teaching them that life was a chance to be taken and that they should never fear it. The love the Benoits had for each other was strong and binding, a force that they never thought could be broken. But fate had different plans for them. At the tender age of thirteen, Gent came home to Le Coeur with a day’s worth of sneakily-earned spoils in his messenger bag, to find his mother in tears, and his father, normally fun-filled and boisterous, absolutely still and silent, with a torn envelope and a letter on the scarred, wooden table between them. That evening marked a turning point in Gent’s life, and in the lives of each Benoit. It was the evening that Bernard Benoit announced to his family that he had a cancerous tumor in his brain, a tumor that could not be operated on. For the first time, Gent looked at his father, who had always been hale and hearty, and saw the bruises under his eyes and the pallor of his normally warm skin. A tragic two months later, Bernard passed away, leaving everything he owned to his widow, still the strong willed lady, Christian, depressed and lost without his father, and Gent who hid his pain behind his charm and his thievery. The years after his father’s death were hard on Gent and what was left of his family. Gent and his mother somehow managed to hold themselves together, both of them coping in different ways but coping none the less. Gent somehow managed to provide for the family, though his time was scarce between his work and schooling and his pay was insignificant. He paid for everything he could and his mother contributed with the meager amount she was paid for cooking in a home-style Cajun restaurant. Everything else that was needed was obtained via Gent’s exceptional skills of silence, agility, and dexterity. Between the two of them, they managed the upkeep of the house boat, and Gent graduated from high school with a sense of pride, a pride that came from surpassing all obstacles, something his brother had been unable to do. Gent and Ophelia could only watch as, around Gent’s high school graduation, Christian reached the bottom of his life and refused to look up again. He turned dark and cold, brooding and convinced that his life had only continued to get worse since the death of his father. He spent his money on drinks and women and took to a life spent in drunken stupors and fits of rage. He disappeared around the week of his twenty-sixth birthday, leaving seeds of guilt and grief in the hearts of his remaining family when news of the virus started to hit. It did not take long for news of the ANS virus to reach Le Coeur. Once it turned into a killing disease, rumors and stories of its gruesome truth permeated the air at every stop along the river. Stops became less frequent when numbers started escalating. The muddy waters of the Mississippi became more crowded than ever as fear encouraged all those that could to take to the river, as if the isolation of a boat offered some form of barrier between life and death. But the Virus picked them off one by one and Gent could only watch helplessly as his mother showed the first signs, then wasted away before his eyes. John-Baptiste rarely went by his given name after the death of his mother. His last act in that name was to cremate his mother and spread her ashes through a wide span of the Mississippi River. After that, Gent became his full-time job. He rented a trailer from the first person who would give him one and took Le Coeur to the north, no longer able to think of the Mississippi as the beloved home of the Benoits. He considered selling the houseboat, but it was the only thing he knew, the only constant in a life that seemed plagued with misery. He picked up and moved to the Belle Fourche River to begin anew. Gent has been wandering for some time now, wandering wherever the wind and the current decide to take him. He loves and lives however he decides, making friends with whomever he gets along with and leaving lovers at most of the stops along his way. He makes contact with the River Runners whenever he passes through that area but, for the most part, never associates with the other tribes. He would help any one of the River Runners if they needed it, and makes sure they know which direction he’s headed in whenever he leaves. Other than that, he stops whenever he needs to but stays out on the water, isolated with his thoughts and a good bottle of wine for a good portion of his time. His life has, in a way, become timeless. |
Birth Location: Baton Rouge, Louisiana Blood Family: Mother - Ofelia Benoit (deceased, virus) Father - Bernard Benoit (deceased, cancer) Older Brother - Christian Benoit (assumed deceased, virus) What tribe do they belong to if any? : River Runners How long have they been with that tribe? : Has never been officially adopted into the tribe but considers them friends and stops and stays for a few days at a time whenever he passes through. Personal Strengths: Gent is strong and agile, quiet and graceful. He can get into pretty much anything and slip unnoticed out of the stickiest of situations. One would call him a cat burglar of sorts and he would graciously accept the title. He also loves to read any sort of fiction and has a relatively large collection of romance novels and suspense thrillers in a box stored safely below his bed. Personal Weaknesses: Gent can tolerate a lot, but he will not stand for women being used or mistreated. He was taught that women are to be praised and he expects nothing less from the men around him. He also has a weakness for small children, though he could live if he never had to deal with the attitudes that come with being pre-teens. Personal Skills and Training: Gent graduated from high school but never went any further in the world of formal education. Much of his learned skill, such as handling the boat, thievery, cooking, singing, and fishing, were taught to him by the respective members of his family. Job: Fisherman of sorts, by necessity of course, because he lives on a boat. Spy and Scavenger by nature, could even be called thief. Le Coeur: “The Heart”, a 12’ Catamaran has always been kept in good repair by its inhabitants. It contains One, main, queen-sized bedroom, a queen-sized bed nook, and a fold out couch in the living area of the boat. It also contains a full shower and full kitchen. Le Coeur, on the outside has always been kept a pristine white, with blue detailing and awning. Its name was lovingly painted in scarlet on the starboard side. PB: Ne-Yo (Shaffer Chimere Smith) Plot ties: Plot tie 1: Is always ready for a lover, possibly an old lover from the River Runners? Plot tie 2: A best friend of sorts, someone to see beyond his shallow outer shell, would be very nice. Plot tie 3: A job or role in the upcoming war would provide something to do. |
| Characters Insanejournal Name: our_cajun_gent Your Name (Real or Internet): Reesee Your Email: reeseegurl9@yahoo.com Your Messenger (Yahoo!): reeseegurl91 Link to color photo of PB for the Character page:  http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v What interested you in this RPG: The MODdess, Desi Davenport, is a dear friend of mine. |
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