Bishan Chanda

Benny, 28 years old, construction/maintance worker

[benny-chanda]

NAME: Bishan Chanda NICKNAME: Benny (not by choice) AGE&DOB: 28 years old, 27th of February 1993 GENDER&PREFERRED PRONOUNS: cis-male, he/him PLACE OF BIRTH: Monterrey, Mexico NATIONALITY: Mexican/American ETHNICITY: Gujarati Indian (mother) and white (father) ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil FAMILY: a father, a stepmother and two half siblings.  SEXUALITY: biromantic bisexual MARITAL STATUS: single RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TIME IN FAIRVALE: since April 2019 (14 months) OCCUPATION/POSITION WITHIN THE COMMUNITY: Construction & Maintenance worker, position: questionable. 

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: Observant, Persuasive, Resourceful THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Deceitful, Morally corrupt, Complacent

TLDR; (death tw, gun mention tw) Bishan grew up in Mexico with his mother and an absent father, one who with one visit to Mexico managed to completely destroy his relationship with his mother. When she died Bishan had no other choice than to ask his father for help. He found out then about his father’s ‘other’ family, and was glad when three years later, upon receiving his diploma, his father didn’t want him around. Bishan has worked at a bar for the past ten years, running some business on the side that bordered on the illegal, and had just been fired when the virus broke out. He found Fairvale easily, and enjoyed a good position of relative power under Kit - aka he was an asshole who happened to have a gun. When Kit was banished, Bishan downplayed his own role and sided with the townspeople, ensuring that he could stay even if it meant giving up his role as guard and waiting for the day of reckoning for all his shitty behaviour in the months prior. (full biography)

A FEW HEADCANONS: 

Knows how to cook but keeps it a secret because he doesn’t want to end up cooking for everybody. 

Doesn’t care about the zombies much.

Has a slight Mexican-accent.

A great singer and knows how to play the piano, but that too is a secret.

The nickname Benny was a joke among Kit’s followers, and since he wanted to better his reputation, he didn’t fight it. But now it’s stuck, and he hates it. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

“Lovers” to enemies.

People who knew Bishan when he was a guard.

Mutual distrust.

Mutual trust.

The chances of fighting are high when they’re in the room.

Newcomers he’s befriended so far with his *cough* charm *cough*.

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jo-davis​:

Their business. That didn’t exactly surprise her that Fay would’ve started up a business in town, though they hadn’t specifically spoken about it. Jo didn’t really mind the whole thing one way or another - if it made them happy and it wasn’t necessarily unsafe, she had no concerns, really. 

“Do you partake in this business, then?” She asked with a raised brow, a cheeky smile on her lips. “Fay’s been in that business a while, makes sense they’d pick up where they left off given the opportunity.” To think this place had been around long enough to even set roots down like that…it was a nice feeling. 

“They did - I mean, near abouts.” Her shoulders lifted in a little bit of a shrug. “They didn’t really say how they ended up here, but I’m glad they did.” She figured maybe they didn’t remember…which, granted, maybe that was okay. Being out there - it wasn’t something anyone wanted to remember.

The cheeky smile proved Jo seemed to have little issue with the whole thing, which actually made him respect her more. Sure, she was only a few years older than him, and he could imagine her having some kind of rebellious streak at some point or another, but that didn’t mean she was onboard with the idea of drug use in such a small community. He grinned in return. “On occasion,” he answered. And he knew Fay wouldn’t say anything about the type of business they had been in, they weren’t the type. 

“Good to know you won’t be shutting it down then, I know people like their alcohol, but in my opinion weed is what saves humanity.”

He nodded, certain he would ask them about it at some point. “Seems like everyone has siblings showing up then. Probably has those kids of yours excited eh?”

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kaz-raval​:

July 26th Maintenance @benny-chanda

The warehouses had taken on water and significant damage. A few emergency repairs would be needed to get them through another round of storms looming on the horizon. At least the storms finally passed over and the real extent of the destruction could be determined. 

A familiar frustration simmered in his veins. It didn’t quite come to a boil. After his previous warnings had been ignored, that another disaster could be around the corner to again demonstrate how ill-prepared the place was and… it simply wasn’t worth getting aggravated over.

A hand yanked at the padlock on a large metal storage locker​. A futile gesture. Of fucking course– no luck there, and no one around in maintenance to ask for the key. Or tools. Or damn near anything.

Kaz had just reached the door to leave when Bishan appeared. Soaked to the bone with a similar frown on his brow that Kaz also carried. “Oh. Were you actually out there working…” Without the inflection of real emotion or concern, it came off more of a statement than a question. Knowing him, Bishan was probably out kissing ass and playing Benny the hero or something.

Bishna was drenched, which was a most uncomfortable feeling that sent shivers down his whole body. And the solar panels weren’t even fixed, there was the prospect of going out again, of being caught in the rain once more. 

When a familiar voice carried through the humid air, Bishan looked up with an annoyed frown. “No, I absolutely adore being caught out in the rain in a jacket that isn’t rain proof,” he returned sarcastically. He walked past Kaz and jammed his key in the door to get the place open. “What do you want? Planning on doing my job, huh?” He hurried in, threw his jacket on the floor next to the door and looked for a towel to dry his face. His muscles felt tense, though it might be the combination of manual labour and constant rain.

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WHERE: at the solar panels  WHEN: 26th of July WITH an equally soaked @losing-faith-in-what-you-made-up​

Of course, the one thing that had to take a hit during a storm was the one thing that would’ve kept them all feeling safe for a bit longer. The one thing that Bishan cleaned and checked on far too often. He was wearing something that might’ve resembled a rain coat but that didn’t stop the rain one bit. 

He was completely soaked through, annoyed, and wasting what felt like all his energy on putting the panels back up after being moved away by the wind. “Puta Madre, esto es ridiculo, por que tanta lluvia!?” he said, quick to rely on Spanish when Yami was around. Maybe because it meant people wouldn’t be able to understand what he was saying, maybe because he just liked talking Spanish, even if it was with Yami. “Puedes Arreglarlo?” 

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jo-davis​:

There was certainly a part of Jo that had to wonder what he was saying. She picked up a few words from high school spanish, maybe got the gist that he was talking about the language and speaking of it… “English is not a pretty language,” she agreed, giving him a gentle smile, not commenting on what had been spoken in spanish because she couldn’t be sure of what he said, though it sure did sound nice. 

Nothing looked too bad, enough to keep him feeling it for a few days, but should heal up just fine…

“Well,” she said simply, “turns out my brother’s been hanging around here for months. You might know them, actually - Fay? I’m a little jealous they’ve had such a cushy life here after the undead rose, but also glad they’ve been safe, ya know?”

He grinned and nodded. Part of him happy to know she couldn’t understand him if he spoke in Spanish, another part sad because he did enjoy speaking it, and he missed speaking it every day. He missed how he was able to express himself easier in the language, how he knew the ins and outs of every word, knew how to connect sentences, how to make good word jokes. 

Fay. Bishan tried to keep his face in check before he totally gave away that he did know the brother Jo was speaking about. Knew them very well, one might even say they were business partners of sorts. Though... that would be giving him too much credit for his part in all of it. “I do know them... though, I mostly know their... well, business,” he said, trying to keep from chuckling at the very thought of Jo being a doctor and Fay being a weed grower and dealer. “They didn’t live in the same place as you?” he asked. Fay had been in town for what.. ten months a least? Jo had only recently arrived. That was a huge time difference. 

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thesloanezone​:

“Entirely welcome, honey.” Sloane leaned back, and whistled low. “And a haircut, too? Aren’t we showing people up?” She wondered if his changes had to do with the girlfriend Junie mentioned. He hadn’t brought her up to Sloane, himself, and she wasn’t about to pry. If Bishan wanted the two to meet, she had no doubt he’d make it happen.

A belly laugh, and Sloane looked around the bar. “Shoot, if any of them don’t, well  there’s always the encore.” She batted his upper arm with the back of her hand lightly. “Stand outside the door and croon into the night as people leave?”

“Yeah, heard someone in town was doing them, had to get to the job done.” He reached up to touch his hair, it was still a mess, but it was a good looking mess, the hairs all about the same size, the shave at all sides not missing pieces. He really hoped Addy would stay in town for as long as possible, because he didn’t want to go back to what it had been. 

“Whisper it into their air whenever they go out for a smoke,” he added, grinning. “You shouldn’t be enabling me,” he said, though clearly from his voice, he didn’t much care if she did. He enjoyed it, this idea of whatever slightly mean idea he had, it could also give him something fun to do. He figured just humming it under his breath might set people’s brain into overdrive and they would end up with the song in their head. 

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juney-mooney​:

Something about him was off. He wasn’t his normal suave self. She was torn between leaving it alone and outright asking him what was. From what she knew about him, he preferred things be left alone. Every time she had tried to turn the conversation to him…something changed. He was an expert at turning it back around. She should know. She used some of the same tactics. She slipped her arm through his and matched their steps. 

Choosing to be up front felt more natural with Bishan. She felt very attached to him. When the whole town got sick, he was one of the first people she thought of. Maybe it was the dance they shared. That had a way of bonding people though she wasn’t exactly sure why. “So, you want to talk about what’s bothering you before or after dinner?”

Bishan allowed the tanglement of arms, enjoying how up front and perfectly herself she was. Normally people would figure out from his stanch on things that he didn’t want to talk. He was very good at deflecting, very good at not talking about things when he rather not. But those were certain subjects, where others he needed to talk about. 

 He raised an eyebrow at Juney, but there was still a smile on his face. She wasn’t asking IF he wanted to talk about it, but when. He’d liked her from the very first moment, and in many ways, it was because she had figured out he didn’t want to be called Benny so she called him Bishan. “During?” he asked, since at least he wanted to have some kind of choice.

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mischiefmaxed​:

nodding, tali takes him by the hand and pulls him towards the front of the stage and the piano. there wasn’t a world where she’d go up there alone without him close by, finding herself relying on him for both support and encouragement and, it’s a difficult thing, to get up there and stand beside the piano as she leaves him in the slowly forming crowd, her chest tight with an unfamiliar anxiety. it’d been far too long since she performed in front of others, certainly those who didn’t have ulterior motives, or her boss in the audience watching her.

“what shall i play?” she asks bishan, her fingers running over the top of the piano.

He didn’t think she would drag him to the stage, but he didn’t protest when she did, eager to watch her as much as she eager to get behind the piano. He leaned against the stage as he watched her climb behind the ivory keys. He watched her with a smile, enjoying every moment of her carefulness, her slight nerves. “Hmm,” he hummed. “Something to start off the evening. How about a Sara Bareilles song?” he asked. 

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mischiefmaxed​:

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He held on tight to her when she started to move, desperately trying to keep his mouth against her, eyes closed in pure bliss as he felt her legs tremble against his shoulders. He moaned as she grabbed his hair, the pull of it sending pleasure through him rather than pain. He was certain it relieved some of the pain on his scalp. 

He stayed for a moment longer, looking up at her where she lay breathless. He kissed the inside of her thighs, grinning. Then he slowly moved back over her form, laying down beside her, hand reaching to cup her cheek. 

He felt so... so in love, looking at her like she was the most fantastic thing he had ever seen. 

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liamhart​:

“i think so. it’s really interesting,” he nods, giving the tea another sip. he could do this. he could manage it. or, so he hopes, anyway.

hearing bishan laugh was an entirely different experience to the usual smirks and grumpiness the other often oozed. it’s a nice sound, something he hopes he could hear more of and maybe, just maybe, it would mean they’d be doing better. “i think i need ‘roids,” liam nods, his expression a playful seriousness. “and like, muscle transplants.”

Bishan scoffed and shook his head at the comment. “Yeah, take the easy way out.” He grinned, pointing at Liam to finish the tea, figuring it might help him get out of his house. Not that he minded as much that he was here, just that he had been imposing on his personal space a little too long. So he waited for Liam to finish the drink, and then ensured he was capable enough to leave before sending him out. 

end.

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jo-davis​:

The grimace in the movement didn’t go without notice, pursing her lips a bit. So then his shoulder, too, was it? Bishan was all sorts of broken bits and pieces here, wasn’t he…sure had taken quite the beating. She wondered if he’d done anything to actually deserve it or if it had been just some stupid bar fight.

“Oh yeah? I never really had much of an ear for languages.” She had heard that hint of something in his voice, but wasn’t one to make assumptions one way or another. He could’ve grown up surrounded by the language and only learned it later in life for all she knew. “I always thought it sounded nice, though. All those romance languages. English is so…I don’t know. It doesn’t flow as nice, I guess… Tell me somethin’ that sounds nice.” Even if she didn’t know Bishan, she had a feeling he might try and slip something that sure sounded nice but wasn’t actually nice after their discussion about swears. 

She keeps it professional, of course, as she pulls up the hem of his shirt to get a look at the damage, fingers gently prodding over the multi-colored landscape of his skin. 

Bishan grinned, to say something that sounded good in Spanish, to him, was like inviting him to share all his favourite curses from when he had been younger. He hummed, trying to think of something, wondering why suddenly Hindu floated to the surface and not Spanish. He tried to focus his brain on the words. He spoke Spanish often with Yami, who at current was the only fluent speaker he knew. And he was helping Sloane catch up on it too. 

“English is easy, but it’s not a pretty language,” he said. “Es una idioma mas heuvon,” he said, “pero, toda la gente insiste en habarlo. Pero yo, me ama hablar en espanol, lo extraño.” He felt mushy.

He winced at her probing, his belly felt alright aside from the bruise, but the bruise was definitely in the way. “So who is this family you got in town? Distract me.”

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rinamunroe​:

and of course he skips to their father. because why else would he bother to stick around long enough to share a few words with her? how lucky she is. though, despite the salt and how terribly bitter she feels, it’s… nice. in a way. to even hear he notices that she isn’t so hot on her feet. to have him stand with her for second longer than simply insulting her and belittling her and reminding her she’s never belonged anywhere.

“no. he’s not here. and no, i don’t know where he is or if he’s alive. he left me. you all have that in common.”

Bishan scratched behind his ear as he licked the inside of his teeth. “Alright.” He took a moment, awkward in her company because he still felt the rage, but it held no meaning now. After all, she wasn’t here with their father, and he’d recently learned that Rina and Kaz weren’t full siblings. Suddenly things seemed more complicated and he didn’t know where he fit anymore. Well, not in the family, that was for certain, he never ahead. 

The words stung, but he showed little care for it. “Huh, you salty over that? Did you really expect me coming back?” His mouth was raised a little in disgust. “I’d think you know me better than that.” He knew he’d called his father several times, he hoped she didn’t know that. It was... a lonely moment, unemployed, not a soul to care for him, he’d been that fifteen year old boy again hoping he could come home. 

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juney-mooney​:

When: Just after work

Where: On the way to the cafe

Who: Juney and @benny-chanda​

The party seemed to be what people had needed. Pretty much what the school dance had done for the children. Lightened spirits, given hope. Part of her was hesitant to be excited about anything given something bad always followed the good. Lately her thoughts had been so dark it was getting more difficult to hide them from everyone. She was drinking more than usual but had found creative ways of hiding it from those close to her. Fletcher, Kai, Sloane. The list was ever growing. In an attempt to force some positive interactions, she decided to have dinner at the cafe tonight. A once in a while treat she gave herself. She happened to catch a familiar face on the way there. One that always had a way of lifting her spirits. 

“Bishan,” she called gently and quickened her pace to match his. “Hey, are you hungry? I was headed for some dinner, thought you’d like to join me.”

Bishan was certain things couldn’t get much worse at the moment: their relationship with Tali felt awkward, there was Caleb, their sister Rina appearing out of nowhere, and they still didn’t know how to deal with Kaz. Almost everything felt strange, like the happiness he’d felt some days ago was completely non-existent now. He was tense after his shift, lacking sleep, and his body mercilessly coming down on him for it.

They looked up confused when Juney appeared beside him, quick to flash a smile and ignore everything he felt. “Hey Juney,” he said in return. “I can always eat,” he suggested, which was true. He’d learned at a young age how to ignore hunger, and he was still an expert at it.

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rehabilitatedhero​:

Poe & @thecatastrophicstarters​

Mid-Augustish, Town Hall, late afternoon

***

The first thing he did was upgrade the security around the weapons. Then, a full inventory run down to compare to the written inventory. Discrepancies knitted his brows, and Poe made plans to bring it up with the council. There were signed out arms and ammo, all well and good, but too much was simply AWOL. Bad times when people were calm. Worse when people were trying to get by with low supplies and the threat of death ever-present.

Closing things down for the day, Poe tucked keys away and left Town Hall. His van was parked nearby, needing some looking after. A nice way to unwind after a day listening to people justify why they need to be armed, reporting on other people in town flashing weapons, and checking back in legitimately borrowed weaponry. At least he had time alone to clean some of the fire arms between visitors.

But someone was loitering near the armored vehicle, and Poe slowed his gait. It had been a while since he’d brought the car back into Fairvale, but it wasn’t that much of a draw, was it? 

Patting the hood fondly after angling around the welded on cow catcher, Poe spoke politely, quietly. “Evening. Can I help you?”

Bishan was bored out of his mind and once again reminded of a thought he had much much earlier that month: what if he really did suffer from attention deficit disorder? Well, suffer wasn’t the right word. What if he dealt with have no distractions as badly as he was doing now. Maintenance simply didn’t hold his attention long enough not to wander. Being a bartender had been intensive if you knew how to make it so. Being a guard was almost a 24/7 job if you played your cards right, and Kit always had something for him to do.

But being Maintenance. He was taking so many naps on the job that it felt like he was wasting his life away. He had little interest in learning, regardless of what he told others. Sometimes he felt like he could, if he had the right teacher. But he had never been great at following lesson plans without clear deadlines. 

The piano was off limits until later at night, and he didn’t have any ingredients to cook anything.

So he was just standing around trying to look busy. 

“Hi Poe,” he said. “Obviously not else I would’ve asked.” He couldn’t keep the annoyance out of his voice. Not Poe’s fault, definitely Jesse’s, Poe’s… associate.

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calebmajhi​:

Progress, Caleb assumes. And growth. If Kaz deserved to be punched in the face the one day, then that’s fine. It doesn’t mean they can’t kiss and make up. Some siblings stay enemies, some grow into it, and some grow out of it. “Nothing wrong with getting to know that about your brother. Who knows, you might be able to build a relationship with him without the hate.” He is sure Bishan knows that if it calls for it, they don’t have to mend anything, but the opportunity is there.

“Hah, someone growing weed in their attic. I don’t know why that’s funny to me. But hey, there are no rules in the end of the world. I might have to find them one of these days if I’m feeling it. My dorm buddy in college was a stoner, I’d just share off of him.” What would one joint hurt? Nothing at all. He takes a drag of his cigarette and is careful to exhale away from Bishan’s face.

“Without much else to do when we’re not at the maintenance headquarters I find myself at the tavern more times than. That in itself is sad, isn’t it?” Caleb shrugs. “But everything is a habit from before this. A routine. I fell right back into it a few days after getting here. What else is there to do in our free time?” The more social types had plenty to do, but Caleb? He didn’t extend himself to anyone really. Max would find him easy, her ability to seek him out unmatched by anyone else, and Ray is always always busy.

Bishan is just about the only other person he’d consider a friend - a companion of some sort, the guy Caleb bumps shoulders with. “Is the karaoke night over with or did you just wander out early?”

Bishan shrugged in response. Maybe. He wasn’t so sure if either of them were the forgive-and-forget types. Maybe if they tried hard enough they would reach some understanding. But he still didn’t like Kaz, hated his stupid face. He figured as long as they kept on being reminded of their father… well. “Who knows,” he said. At the moment all he cared for was how Kaz clearly had the intention of further complicating things for Bishan in town, and he needed to find a way to end that.

“Their name’s Fay, if you say I send you, you might get it for free,” he said. “We have an understanding.” And despite Bishan falling out of favour, that favour still stood. After all, in many ways, he still kept Fay out of trouble. 

He laughed. “A little sad,” he agreed. But many things were. It was better than what he did when he was bored. “Beats throwing rocks I guess,” he noted, finding himself leaning closer to Caleb as he settled comfortably. “You’re always welcome to pick up more shifts if you’re bored,” he offered with a smirk.

“I think it’s still going,” he said. And for all he knew Tali was still kissing that other guy as well. “Figured with my one song in, I had enough of it. Before they start asking for requests and all that.” 

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ill-still-be-disappointing​:

“I guess that has happened a lot to you, others throwing their burdens upon you? I’d have half a mind to tell them where to shove their problems.” She had defiantly done it before, she had her own problems she didn’t need to hear about someone else’s. 

“I don’t think that just the American values, especially the older ones. My home it was all about how you made the family name look, not what was good for you as a person. I went back before all this happened and they wanted me to marry someone for the family and totally ignored that I was already in love.” it made a change to meet someone who understood not living up to and have your life planned for you by their parents. “So much for your parents always wanting the best for their kids.” 

Bishan still grinned. “Got some experience, yes. Maybe more now that I do construction. I get to clean up after people who throw tantrums,” he explained. Though maybe it was because he was the asshole that managed to get the friendly ones to get angry. After all, they wouldn’t have to feel bad about it.

“Conservative values,” Bishan suggested. People who liked the world as it had been for years and didn’t enjoy the outlook of change. He remembered Randy, the boy who had been afraid of coming out to his parents, for good reason, because soon as he did he was out on the streets. It was unfair. “Parents want what is best for them, for their legacy,” Bishan said. Whatever legacy his father was training them for he never knew, maybe he was just a psychopath who enjoyed controlling people’s lives. “Still, you can be freely gay now, nobody here to stop you.”

[mischiefmaxed]

— benny-chanda​ ;

He smiled into the kiss, maybe a little too smugly but her silence spoke words, and he knew she was baffled to say the least. He hadn’t expected this intense a reaction, but he was basking in it regardless. Enjoying every moment. He watched her with interest, but his smile faded a little at the question. 

Bishan shrugged. “I figured… chances were you would want to play a song. Show everyone here how amazingly talented you are,” he said. “Or you wouldn’t want to do that, I just thought I should give you that option.” 

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bewildered and in awe for his reasoning is perhaps the best way to describe her expression the more bishan explains himself and, when he’s done giving her the option to perform or simply enjoy the night for what it is, tali’s eyes feel warm with a line of tears and, with a nod, she presses her forehead to his.

“this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she whispers, hiding against him with the overwhelming feeling of feeling as though she mattered for more than her skill, for more than all she could offer. “i… i don’ know what to say.”

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Bishan felt a tiny bit taken aback by the rim of tears beneath her eyes, but kept himself from freaking out about it as he watched her. Tears of joy they were, they had to be.

A shiver ran through him at her words, she expressed that it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her, and he couldn’t help the smugness. “You want to play a song instead?” he asked.