( matthew goode, cis man, he / him ) Apparently [ BENJAMIN SLATER ] has been spotted sneaking around Halcyon Island after dark. The [ 42 ] year old normally resides in the [ THE NORTH ] but the exact details are murky. It seems their alliance to the [ THE GLASS ] has drawn them out of hiding, just in time for the annual meeting of the Faction leaders. Be cautious if you see them around, because whilst they are [ DEBONAIR ], they are also [ MACHIAVELLIAN ]. Rumor has it that they currently work as [ CONSULTANT ] and that they have the power of [ SHAPESHIFTING ].
( 01. ) — BASICS.
full name: [ redacted ] benjamin alexander slater. nickname: ben, benji. gender + pronouns: cis man, he / him. age: fourty-two. date of birth + zodiac sign: [ redacted ] january 1, 1984. sexual + romantic orientation: greyromantic bisexual. education: ba in psychology from harvard university '06; msc in behavioural science from london school of economics '07. occupation: consultant for the glass. allegiance: [ unknown ] the glass; the slater family.
( 02. ) — PHYSICAL.
faceclaim: matthew goode. height : 6'2" / 188 cm. eyecolor: blue-green. haircolor: dark brown, nearing black. build: lean, athletic, does not go to extremes. distinguishing marks : none. style: understated luxury; favors timeless wardrobe pieces and classic essentials; neutral color palette; prefers quality materials, proper fit. when as himself, will avoid wearing flashy clothing items or obvious logos.
( 03. ) — PERSONALITY.
mbti type: entj, the commander. moral alignment: neutral evil. enneagram: 3w4, the professional. temperament: melancholic-choleric. cardinal vice: greed. cardinal virtue: diligence.
( 04. ) — POWER .
ability: shapeshifting. description: benjamin can alter his appearance and voice print to perfectly mimic any human of any sex; furthermore, his ability extends to being able to duplicate the clothes of his target. the more familiar he is with the target, the more perfect his duplication is, down to the tiniest details, including retina and skin pore patterns, smell and core temperature. can maintain the altered form for however long he desires. 'weaknesses': cannot replicate the target's innate knowledge, skills, abilities; needs to have a visual of the target, whether that's formed through an audio description, seeing an image of the person or physically perceiving them.
( 05. ) — BACKSTORY.
TW: MENTION(S) OF DEATH; nothing explicit. + INDOCTRINATION OF A CHILD; think of the way b.lac.k wi.do.w agents were recruited from infancy. once upon a time, there was a young boy, a dark haired botticelli's angel in the making. once upon a time, there was a bright little girl, blonde curls cascading down her shoulders as she flashed a smile at a stranger. once upon a time, there was a child so eerily quiet, one could mistake them for a statue. once upon a time, once upon a time—— such was the story of your childhood. when other children embarked on the journey of identity discovery, you were granted no such opportunity. life, for you, was one performance after another, a steady stream of deception. sometimes you tried to recall who was it, back then, that steered you into that life, but nothing concrete came to the forefront of your mind. their faces, your face, shifted so frequently that it felt useless to cling to a single thing. therefore, you accepted such state as your normality. one day, you are told this: you will have a family. a family — a familiar word, a foreign concept. the slaters, they say the name is. a scheming bunch, littered with superpowered individuals. a cutthroat world that will tear you apart faster than you can blink, but adaptability has always been your strongest suit, has it not? there is no one better equipped to survive the circumstances than you, my dear child. and that is how you find yourself at their doorstep, wearing no face but your own, a picture perfect image of innocence. the family is suspicious at first—who would not be?—, but once you showcase your unique ability and the utility of it becomes apparent, you are granted your way in. somebody somewhere crafts a cover story — a distant relative, tragic death, the unfailing generosity of taking him in and giving the poor thing what was cruelly stolen from him a good pr move. sometimes it almost feels like a real family, but ultimately it never escapes your mind that you are not a real slater — but that is quite alright. you have mastered the art of performing; what is this but another one at that? and so, you become benjamin slater. halcyon island turns into a home. you embed yourself further into the family traditions of the slaters. you leave temporarily to study elsewhere in the states and abroad, but even those degrees serve to enhance your skillset and, ultimately, the slaters and, later, the glass. you deliberately do not chase after one of the leadership positions within the faction, despite the expectation befalling on your shoulders thanks to your family name. no, you think, and your brother agrees, you will better serve the family in a more discreet role. that is how you find yourself as the faction's consultant. a vague role that enables you to gather information and do whatever is needed relatively undetected. this is where you find yourself at the eve of yet another inter faction meeting. it should go like all the other meeting before, but there is a different undercurrent to it all this year. danger lurks behind every corner, something shifts with everyone's every single move. it has become evident to you, and to them, the outcome of it all will be unlike anything what you have witnessed before. could this year be your curtain call as a slater? or have your priorities permanently changed over the years? it is a question that will likely be answered sooner rather than later. but before that happens, the performance is still ongoing. you are still benjamin slater, a seemingly softer, more affable and approachable slater. you still execute your role flawlessly, for the good of the family. for how long, though? that is another question entirely.
