adam benson la bête !

[. ELLIS LIGHTYEAR]

"So you've come to stare at the BEAST, have you?" - Beast

NAME: Adam Benson Le Bête
NICKNAMES: The Beast, Master
AGE: 23
BIRTHDAY: December 11, 1987
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: French & Irish
OCCUPATION: None
PLAYED BY: Shane West
DISNEY: Beauty & the Beast - Beast
USER GROUP: Reluctant Hero?

PERSONALITY !

HURT/ANGRY! "They come and stare at me. I know they do. They see me passing by on the street and their breath hitches. They smile, then turn to their friends. There's whispering. A soft laugh. They're laughing. I know they're laughing. Laughing at me - the neighborhood beast. The color rises in my face and my fists clench. I always want to hit something - hit them. I want to hurt them. Make them pay for laughing, hurt them so badly that they'll have nothing to laugh about. These days it's gotten so hard to stifle my anger. It's hard to keep myself from acting out. It hurts. Both holding back and allowing myself to feel this kind, the worst kind, of pain. Living in this town is like living the life of a caged animal at the zoo. Every one stops, stares, and gawks at the man who is nothing but misery. I make them feel good about themselves. If I shout loud enough though - I scare them, keeping from giving them the luxury."
TEMPERMENTAL! "I try. To stay stable, to keep my head clear, to keep my friends. I need them. But sometimes...god just sometimes the things that they say just piss me the fuck off. They sit there on their high horse as if some omnipotent fucking over lord telling me what I should do? No. Hell no. I should go out more? I should be nicer? I should see my family? Great. Easy. Yeah. Sure. Ok. Let me just do that really quick - walk out onto the street of the city that hates me with a smile at all those bastards that I despise and be kinder, gentler, and lie. Just like them. No. It's not like I don't try. I do. We were in a flower shop once, I was getting roses for my parents graves. There was a woman there. Beautiful. I followed their advice, I asked her out kindly. She...she laughed at me. She scoffed, ran behind the counter, and laughed. I slammed my fists into the glass counter out of anger, shattering it and stormed out of the store."
UNREFINED! "The house keeper keeps shouting at me. She doesn't like cleaning the blood off the patio from my kills at the end of the week. I am greatful for her...sure. Ok. But it's my fucking house. Not hers. I wouldn't come into her house and tell her to put some clothes on because people were coming over. Or shave her face because she's starting to look like something from the mountain. So fucking what if I am. I won't strap on some button down suit and tie and waste hours away infront of the computer. I won't watch my mouth infront of the elderly. I won't clean myself up to impress any one. I won't lie. I'm not gonna dress myself up to be apart of this society and pretend I'm something that I'm not. I'd rather just drop out and live the life of a savage. It's not like this lifestyle has done anything for me anyway. And I highly doubt mother nature will judge me."
LONELY! "People. They just don't seem to understand me. Or maybe I just don't understand them like I used to. Maybe the people have changed, not me. I wish, anyway. I've done this to myself, I know I have. I'm angry and tempermental. No one understands it. My friends...they used to mean everything to me before everything happened. They still do now, of course, but I can't help myself from feeling like I'm slipping farther and farther away down a different path. I care less. I treat them poorly. I haven't seen my extended family in years. They stopped calling after some time and I don't really blame them. I have no intentions of seeing them anyway. I've just lost interest in keeping up relations with them entirely. I can't help but worry that I'll end up the same with my friends. It's not my fucking fault that no one gets it - what it's like to be me. No one's unpetty enough to stop bullshitting for ten fucking minutes of their time to get to know me. No. I'm some kind of a monster now who just broods in his castle wanting to lash out at people. I don't think it can be any other way, at this point."

QUIRKS:
- Although having a rough exterior (which some might say is an understatement), Adam is romantic. Well, wants romance. He's not necessarily good at it, though. Nor has he really had any experience with it. Once he realizes it involves another human being and their point of view - his temper flairs up and the relationship ends before it even started.
- After his parents death when he was eighteen, he has kept their room in the West Wing intact and untouched by any one. No one is to go in there. Ever. Not even the maids.
- In a humorous sort of a sense, although he is twenty-three, Adam is still very much like a child. If he doesn't get what he wants, a temper tantrum ensues...and they're much more effective when they're from a 160-lb full grown man then an eleven year old.

LIKES: roses, fighting, his way, snow, lavished goods, pouridge, fireplaces, feeding birds, capes, forests, money
DISLIKES: mobs, headstrong people that rival him, being gawked at, trespassers, the stinging feeling when a cut is being cleaned, curles in his hair, ruffles, being told what to do, the thought of being alone, people ignoring his requests - especially dinner requests

HISTORY !

"My parents, Benson & Angelique La Bête moved to Fantasia City before I was born. They knew this place was gonna be something before the city did. My father made his money as famous architect in France before coming here, where he started dabbling in the stock market. My mother was an art and artifact collector. Paintings, sculptures, suits of armor...books mainly. She loved books. Before I was born, she used to tell me of trips to far off lands they would take just for her to collect a copy of what ever original manuscript of her favorite book. They had hundreds, maybe thousands of books by the time I was born. When Dad built the manor for our family, it was no wonder it came with an extensive library. Mother was beside herself.

Growing up, I didn't want for anything. When I was six, I had circus at my birthday party. When I was ten, they rented me out an arcade. When I was thirteen, they built me a go-cart track. On my sixteenth birthday, I got an Audi. They loved me very much, regardless of my arrogant teenage antics more then any parents should. And I was so ungrateful. I spoke down to them, fought with them. Everything they got me. It wasn't enough. I was unsatisfied. I knew they could give me more. Something better. Something newer. It was on my eighteenth birthday that I...I guess you could say lesson learned.

It was a few days after my birthday. I was unhappy with my gift. Five night stay in Paris for me and my friends. All expenses paid. Paris? Who wanted to go to Paris as an eighteen year old. I wanted Bermuda. Hawaii. Something warm, something tropical, something...I don't know. Something that was the opposite of what ever they got me so I could fight with them and get something better. I had learned to play them like some kind of game by now. They were just pawns in my life by now - nothing but walking ATMs that I thought I didn't need anything from but their wallets. Or at least that's what I had thought up until the phone call.

About an hour or so after they had left the manor to go back to the agency to get something that suited my needs - the phone rang and the words accident was loftily thrown around. Accident turned into crash, which ended in car-wreck and the term "drunk driver" was now apart of the mix. My heart stopped beating. My body went numb. I tore the phone from the wall. Threw it at the front door. Made my way out onto the lawn. The crash was just three blocks away. I ran. By the time I made it there, the police had allready blocked off the road and their bodies were being bagged. The man who had killed my parents was being wheeled into the back of an ambulance. It took four police men to restrain me from killing him.

I haven't been the same since."

SAMPLE !

She had delayed. He bit his inner lip. There was a ring on her left hand. He watched as she brushed away what looked like a seating arrangement into a thick book filled with what ever pretentious designers keep track of when it came to superfluous wedding details. The confidence that he had fought so hard to build up on his trek over here had dissipated, Max feeling the need to shift in his own skin. It was only natural, he assumed, to loose interest in such a minor fact of info as Alyson Kent and Finn Heaton getting married. The word minor meaning that he had very little, if at all, care for the topic in the least. Or at least, that's what he had reassured himself as Aly had turned around and faced him for the first time in four years, her fair skin and attractive features however were begging to differ. What ever bit of confidence that he had salvaged on his trek over here had dissipated as the words rolled themselves across his mind once more in an attempt to catch their grasp. Alyson Kent was getting married.

The phrase was big and unattractive. It tasted bad and made him uneasy. Sick. Angry. His brow furrowed as he peered into her blue eyes, gaze unmet by the woman herself. Weakling. She had always had issues with him like this. Was eye contact really too much to ask for? Because apparently, an invite to the wedding was. There was a soft pang of jealousy in his chest as the topic of her wedding resurfaced once more. She hadn't even told him about it yet. Granted, he knew about it. Just like every one else did in this town. But shouldn't she have told him? After all the years that they had known each other, after everything they had been through...Even if they hadn't talked since he went away to college, wasn't it protocol to let him of all people know? His stomach boiled, hands in his pockets removing themselves to idly pick each other nails in an attempt to keep busy from strangling something. Him...of all people.

There was a pause. His feelings subsided. She didn't owe it to him. She didn't owe him anything. It wasn't as if they were anything more than just friends, if that's even what you would call it.

"As if this town had the testicles to tell me no, if they weren't," His hands had been replaced, his town mimicking the one held on his opening line. Falsely optimistic and trying for kind, his body language read differently in small ways. With his back tensed and bottom jaw a little too tight, he scrounged in his mind for some light conversation before deciding whether or not to confront the woman about her engagement, "Don't worry, though. It's only temporary. Once my stocks take off, I'm back to London again." He was too tired to adequately confront her about her marriage at this point in time (or at least that's what he assured himself, because it certainly wasn't the fact that he feared hearing her talk about the marriage out loud), what with the woman-of-the-previous-night still waiting for him home - but it didn't mean he wasn't going to do something. In fact, Max decided to do what the Heaton did best in these kinds of situations. Have a little fun with it.

"Come to think of it," he began, a newly found air of confidence about him as he shot a smile and tried to catch Alyson's eye, "I don't even know why I came back. There's nothing left for me here. Not any more, anyway." There was an almost poisonous overlay on his words as he spoke in a suggestive manner, leaning closer towards the woman to emphasis some of it's phrases. It was the perfect plan so far as he was concerned: if Aly didn't want to tell him about the engagement, well than that was perfectly fine. He'd play along and act like he knew not a thing in the world. In the mean time, how ever. It was time to let the games begin. He'd squeeze it out of her one way or another. "So what about you?" Max changed the subject with a little lighter context, raising an eyebrow as to what the woman had been up to besides falling in love with the wrong man while he was away, "Aren't you supposed to be doing something glamorous by now? A famous actress? What made you stay?"

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M ELLIS AND I'M A PRETTY EPIC PERSON. I'M EIGHTBILLION, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH NIKKI. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS HERCULES

[. NIKKI MOUSE]

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