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36 year old Half-Blood
5’ 7 ½”   ❤   Complicated
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Benedict Sterling
"Excuse me, but is Mr. Ari Fisk here? As you can see I need a bit of help. I suggest you might want to call him quickly. I wouldn't wish to leave blood stains in the carpet."
❧ Benedict Sterling in Occupational Hazard
PROFILE

Full Name: Benedict Carlisle Sterling

Nickname(s): Ben

Birthdate: March 14, 1852

Age: 36

Occupation: Auror

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Residence: Bartonburg N.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin Alumnus

Wand:
Aspen, 11 ½”, Unicorn Hair, supple
Destroyed March of '86
Cedar, 12 1/2”, Dragon Heartstring, Reasonably Supple


Family: Eric Sterling | Father - Muggle
Emerson Bancroft | Step-Father | Half-Blood
Cecilia Bancroft formerly Sterling; née Llewellyn | Mother | Half-Blood
APPEARANCE
Ben stands confidently at 5’ 7 ½” and often has a relaxed stance whenever he is seen in public. With broad shoulders and a fit build, he keeps in shape exercising his horses and boxing. He has black curly hair and pale skin with dark moss green eyes that often twinkle with mischief. He keeps quite fit providing his job, and his wand arm is his left, though he writes with his right. Ben’s clothing varies from day to day, but he’s often seen with a cravat of deep emerald green, which sets off his eyes quite nicely.
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CLEVER ❧ STUBBORN ❧ KIND ❧ LOYAL ❧ AMBITIOUS
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HISTORY
| 1852 | Benedict Carlisle Sterling is born to a working class family, Eric and Cecilia Sterling.

| 1856 | A five year old Ben is helping his father shoeing a horse when the horse flinches and kicks Ben in the face. A loose nail happened to not have been clipped yet and split the child's face. Had his mother not been a healer, he would have most certainly lost his vision as a boy. What is left of the ordeal is a scar that runs from his right temple down to the corner of his mouth.

| 1858 | Eric Sterling passes away from cardiac arrest. Ben is left to take care of the horses at age seven during which time his grandparents come to stay with Cecilia to help around the house. Ben takes responsibility of the horses and despite his previous incident, continues to care fondly for the beasts and makes sure they are taken care of.

| 1860 | Ben shows off his equestrian skills when he happens to be in town and a horse gets loose from a carriage. Ever the quick thinker, Ben leaps onto the horse's back and calms it down. The owner of said run-away horse is Emerson Bancroft a rather affluent middle class wizard who pays his thanks by returning the boy to his mother and praising of his equestrian skills to the family.

| 1861 | Cecilia and Emerson are married. Ben is pleased with his new step-father and both bond over their fondness for the equestrian sport. Even more, Emerson is equipped to show Benedict the magical side of equestrian that Eric was not able to. Ever the practical man, Ben's step-father teaches him the art of swordsmanship and archery. Like with equine sports, Ben takes to the new activities with gusto and intelligence.

At age ten, Cecilia and Emerson contemplate Ben's education. If he hasn't shown any sings of magic by the end of the summer, they figure, they'll submit him to school and let him pursue his passion working with horses. It's the day that they are contemplating this that while riding a horse, he makes the horse levitate a good few feet off of the ground for a couple seconds before landing safely back down. Suffice to say that was proof enough both his parents, though his mother had to recover after almost fainting at the sight of her son flying.

| 1863 - 1864 | Ben's first year at Hogwarts escorts him straight into Slytherin House. He had his sights on keeping his head low, and he does so for the first few months, however he finds himself quite prone to making quick friends.

| 1864 - 1865 | During Ben's second year, he finds himself invested in the sport of Quidditch. He takes to it well and eventually ends up on the Slytherin Quidditch Team as Seeker. There he is cheered on by three lads who he's grown quite close to: Garrett Wallingford, Baxter Keene and Ari Fisk; all three of them in Hufflepuff, a rather unorthodox house to usually be paired with a Slytherin. Nevertheless the four get along swimmingly, with Ben seemingly the most...hyperactive of the bunch.

| 1865 - 1866 | It's Ben's third year where he grows into the more mischevious side of his personality. Most of his pranks are rather harmless, and for the vast majority of the time, the targets are his poor sometimes-not-so-unassuming friends. They take his pranks in stride, though Ben finds himself attempting to get Ari out of his shell more often than the others.

| 1868 - 1869 | Ben finds himself named Prefect to the astonishment of his friend group. In reality, with all the pranks he pulled, they were mostly out of sight from staff and virtually harmless; emptying one person's book bag and switching it with another's, switching the lads' shoes for each other's, short sheeting their beds. It was really so easy to target all three of them when they all lived in the same dorm. His excellent O.W.Ls marks saw him a good chance at a spot on the Auror-in-Training Program at the end of Hogwarts.

| 1870 - 1871 | With Benedict being the youngest out of all his friends, his seventh and final year sees him without anyone to pull epic pranks on. Just as well (to give his friends a break) and he's also made Head Boy. This takes up a majority of his time in addition to studying for his N.E.W.Ts to make sure he gets the highest marks in order to guarantee his spot on the Auror-In-Training list.

Sure enough, Benedict graduates with flying colors and gets offered a spot in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement Auror-in-Training Program.

| 1884 | With his relationship with his friends strong as ever and a position as an Auror in the DOMLE, Ben enjoys his bachelor life with considerable gusto. The Laughing Plague ravages through the Wizarding Community, though Ben and his friends come out unscathed - though many of their loved ones and friends succumb to the horrible disease.

| 1885 | James Carmichael resigns as Head Auror and promotes Benedict in his place. Ben is elated and quickly runs to his friends to tell them of the good news. While supportive, Benedict isn't 100% sure they're confident he can lead the task force without causing serious harm to himself.

One day, on a particularly crowded day at Padmore Park, chaos breaks out and Ben finds himself having to handle multiple trolls attacking all wizardkind. Ben himself was stopping by to say hi to a few friends when the chaos breaks loose and he sees Ari tending to a child. After getting a good deal banged up, the both of them, they end up having to apparate out of the park. Ben ends up splinched and Ari has to yet again, tend to Ben and his wounds. It's not a pattern or anything in their relationship. Nope.

| 1886 | The year that everything starts fracturing into pieces. Ari's sister (with whom Ben had briefly entertained his affections) goes missing and Ben ends up finding her. To decompress, Ari and Ben end up at Ben's flat, and turn to drinking. Bad turns to worse as Ari ends up professing his feelings for Ben. Too shocked to do anything except lash out in anger and confusion, Ben kicks Ari out of his house.

Tensions between the two only tighten as they try to act normal. Ben, caught between anger and confusion - to report Ari would be to kill himself in the process - and burgeoning feelings that refused to give up.

| 1887 | Directly a year after their forgotten events of February 28th, Ben is on a mission and goes missing. He wakes up on the shore of Ireland with not a clue as to who he is or how he got there. He is taken in by some lovely humans and in the next following months, quickly becomes a chef in their kitchens.

Ari is the one who ends up finding him. Suffering from temporally graded retrograde amnesia, Ben remembers nothing of his wizarding background or his abilities. This time, there are wounds that neither of them (were Ben to be an observer in this scenario) might be able to fix.

After a few months of recovering, Ben's memory comes back in spurts accompanied by headaches. He's able to regain his footing and is asked to join the Aurors again by the Department Head, Justin Ross.

| 1888 | Benedict re-joins the Aurors at the end of February 1888. He has regained most of his memory, though still deals with frequent flashbacks and feelings of déjà-vu.

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December 26 1888 - The Sterling Residence

He'd gone to sleep early in hopes of making these next few days pass more quickly. Time wasn't on his side though, and each second seemed to pass by with the infuriating pace of cold molasses. The more Ben tried to get himself to sleep, the more awake he felt. He cursed himself for using up the last of the sleeping potion the day after he'd gotten back from Ireland. Memories had begun to swirl up unpleasantly, and it was hard for the auror to tamp them down with the ease that he'd once been able to.

He hadn't even bothered to change out his clothes. He'd had to go on a mission in muggle territory, which had resulted in him staying in his suit all night. He ruffled his hair, doubting the black curls could get even more messed up. Birds would be nesting in it soon, it resembled that much of a birds nest. Ben groaned, wanting to chuck his pillow at the wall. Sleep was not going to come, that was for sure. He slapped his hand on the bedside table, groping for his wand. With a bit of a shaky wave, Ben summoned his reading glasses to him. Perhaps he'd go downstairs and see if reading a book with a good glass of whiskey would curb the slight feeling of nausea that was gripping his stomach.

He trudged downstairs, slipped a book from the shelf and flopped unceremoniously into the leather chair. Reading did nothing to help, either. The words just seemed to blur together, which had nothing to do with the alcohol either. Ben could hold his liquor pretty well, and blurred vision didn't usually accompany his feelings of drunkenness until he was a decent 7 glasses into the bottle. After a few drinks to get him decidedly buzzed, Ben felt the gravity of sleep weighing on his shoulders. It was then and only then, that he felt the overwhelming tug of déjà vu pull him into the waters.

It was as if he was cold all over again. Not like the other times memories had resurfaced. Those had merely flitted in and out of his vision  The only other time this had happened was when he remembered how he'd fallen off the cliffs. He could still feel the bite of rocks as he fell down more than 50 ft to what was surely his death. And then those eyes - stormy grey and full of fire. Ben never figured out what emotion those eyes had conveyed as he'd closed his eyes and drifted into oblivion.

The eyes had almost faded from his vision. In his dream it was as if he was reaching for them, beseeching they tell him what lay behind their meaning. They'd almost faded from reach, when it hit him.

Almost like a ton of bricks.

And that night came back to him. Not in pieces like his memories had done previously, but in full force, that Ben awoke, gasping for air, his head reeling. There was a crash as he bolted upright. His glass hit the floor, shattering in a million pieces. The noise only pulled him back into the memory, strong as an undertow. He heard himself curse at Ari. Saw the ferocity in Ari's eyes as he surged towards Ben and locked lips with him, desperate and full of an emotion that Ben couldn't even describe then or now.

And then came Ben shoving Ari; shouting at him to get out. Cursing Ari's name again.


Ben sat there on the floor, breathless and covered in sweat and whiskey. He'd managed to fall to the ground again. The acrid smell of something surged through his nose. Lifting up a hand, he saw he'd split his hand open; a mirror image of that night. He'd cut his hand then too, when he screamed at Ari to leave him.

Ari. Ben almost threw up in another wave of realization. His best friend, his....

"Ari..."

....was getting married. Tomorrow. He was too late. Or was he? Not bothering to clean up the scene, Ben threw on a coat, shoes and hat before he hurtled out the door as if the Devil Himself was chasing after him.

Though perhaps, the wizard thought grimly as his feet hit the cobblestones of Bartonburg. Perhaps – in Ben's case, as it always seemed to be – it was.


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December 26 1888 - The Sterling Residence

He'd gone to sleep early in hopes of making these next few days pass more quickly. Time wasn't on his side though, and each second seemed to pass by with the infuriating pace of cold molasses. The more Ben tried to get himself to sleep, the more awake he felt. He cursed himself for using up the last of the sleeping potion the day after he'd gotten back from Ireland. Memories had begun to swirl up unpleasantly, and it was hard for the auror to tamp them down with the ease that he'd once been able to.

He hadn't even bothered to change out his clothes. He'd had to go on a mission in muggle territory, which had resulted in him staying in his suit all night. He ruffled his hair, doubting the black curls could get even more messed up. Birds would be nesting in it soon, it resembled that much of a birds nest. Ben groaned, wanting to chuck his pillow at the wall. Sleep was not going to come, that was for sure. He slapped his hand on the bedside table, groping for his wand. With a bit of a shaky wave, Ben summoned his reading glasses to him. Perhaps he'd go downstairs and see if reading a book with a good glass of whiskey would curb the slight feeling of nausea that was gripping his stomach.

He trudged downstairs, slipped a book from the shelf and flopped unceremoniously into the leather chair. Reading did nothing to help, either. The words just seemed to blur together, which had nothing to do with the alcohol either. Ben could hold his liquor pretty well, and blurred vision didn't usually accompany his feelings of drunkenness until he was a decent 7 glasses into the bottle. After a few drinks to get him decidedly buzzed, Ben felt the gravity of sleep weighing on his shoulders. It was then and only then, that he felt the overwhelming tug of déjà vu pull him into the waters.

It was as if he was cold all over again. Not like the other times memories had resurfaced. Those had merely flitted in and out of his vision  The only other time this had happened was when he remembered how he'd fallen off the cliffs. He could still feel the bite of rocks as he fell down more than 50 ft to what was surely his death. And then those eyes - stormy grey and full of fire. Ben never figured out what emotion those eyes had conveyed as he'd closed his eyes and drifted into oblivion.

The eyes had almost faded from his vision. In his dream it was as if he was reaching for them, beseeching they tell him what lay behind their meaning. They'd almost faded from reach, when it hit him.

Almost like a ton of bricks.

And that night came back to him. Not in pieces like his memories had done previously, but in full force, that Ben awoke, gasping for air, his head reeling. There was a crash as he bolted upright. His glass hit the floor, shattering in a million pieces. The noise only pulled him back into the memory, strong as an undertow. He heard himself curse at Ari. Saw the ferocity in Ari's eyes as he surged towards Ben and locked lips with him, desperate and full of an emotion that Ben couldn't even describe then or now.

And then came Ben shoving Ari; shouting at him to get out. Cursing Ari's name again.


Ben sat there on the floor, breathless and covered in sweat and whiskey. He'd managed to fall to the ground again. The acrid smell of something surged through his nose. Lifting up a hand, he saw he'd split his hand open; a mirror image of that night. He'd cut his hand then too, when he screamed at Ari to leave him.

Ari. Ben almost threw up in another wave of realization. His best friend, his....

"Ari..."

....was getting married. Tomorrow. He was too late. Or was he? Not bothering to clean up the scene, Ben threw on a coat, shoes and hat before he hurtled out the door as if the Devil Himself was chasing after him.

Though perhaps, the wizard thought grimly as his feet hit the cobblestones of Bartonburg. Perhaps – in Ben's case, as it always seemed to be – it was.