C'est moi qui l'ai fait.

"Semble que tout le monde a accepté le café alors" Benjamin s'est pensé à lui-même en regardant le reste du groupe avant de marcher entre les autres, regardant Finian dire à Mikkish de rester hors des ennuis. "Éclaire ma chérie. Quel genre de problèmes pourrions-nous rencontrer ici?" Prism dit ouvertement à Finian et à l'univers en général, Benjamin soupira alors qu'il entendait cela et s'assura de frapper un peu de bois, frappant sur un banc qu'ils étaient en ce moment. "Knock on woo-" Il a commencé à dire avant qu'il ait été interrompu juste avant qu'il a fini de dire la phrase, il était là commodément juste là que 4 voitures de flic avec leurs lumières flamboyantes crient devant eux. "Wood..." Il a fini après que la voiture de police les ait dépassés.
-- Eh bien, il y a ça. Prism dit ensuite qu'il lui a fait sourire de façon ovine avant de réaliser cela et discrètement essuyé son sourire de son visage avec le dos de sa main, avec un moment son sourire était là et puis whoosh-après sa main passé son sourire est retourné à une ligne plate d'un moniteur de cœur avec son masque fermement placé sur une fois de plus. Il soupira à l'ironie avant qu'ils ne se rendent au café, entrant dans l'endroit qui a fondu comme le café évidemment. C'était comme Starbucks où ils ont commandé et donné un nom qui était une opportunité parfaite pour boucher son sentiment que le groupe avait une prise de lui avec Brenjamin ferme intention de donner un alias.
Une fois que c'était son tour, il a commandé quelque chose de simple et de base parce que Starbucks était trop fantaisiste, mais au moins l'amour universel du caramel s'appliquait à lui aussi. Commandez un grand Caramell Frappacino à l'occasion sous le nom de Seth, c'était un plaisir doux et sucré qui lui infligerait des diabétiques mais il ne s'en souciait pas, il l'aimait. Ce n'était pas gênant du tout de reprendre l'ordre sous son surnom, car il a reçu beaucoup de surnoms par ses amis bizarres du continent, tels que Thomas, Bob, William, Charley et beaucoup d'autres auxquels il a répondu à de nombreuses fois auparavant.
Il regardait parfois au-dessus de son léger sirot de sa boisson café caffinée qui était chargée de sucre, pour regarder Prism de temps en temps pour voir si elle soupçonnait quelque chose. La seule personne socialement adepte ici était elle, car elle était la seule est la colle pour ce groupe, mais sinon, ce groupe ne serait même pas un groupe. Mais il n'a pas gardé longtemps les yeux sur elle quand il a pris son téléphone dans ses poches et a commencé à boire son verre d'une main et surfer sur le web de l'autre.
Name:
Benjamin Pevensie
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Benjamin stands at a height of 5'10 and weighs about 150 lbs with an slender frame which doesn't have much fat nor any defining muscles at all. While seemingly not a guy who would be an active person, you would doubt yourself that Benjamin was just an bookworm. Wearing mostly a plain shirt with a jacket on top of it, his style of clothing is quite plain most of the time. He stands upright most of the time with an serious attitude plastered on his face.
Personality:
Benjamin is a static person with walls built up through the years of living that he has gone through. It is a means of protecting himself from people that he isn't sure of what to make of them. He always puts up a serious face and keeps to himself away from people unless necessary contact is required. Reading and indulging himself in the knowledge of books and magical text, in which he deems better than the company of people. Always being withdrawn into himself and reserved, he prefers the company of himself. He however does have a handful of friends which he does connect to.
Magic
Enchantment - (6)
Conjuration - (4)
Non-Magical Combat:
Marksmanship(Bow) - (10)
Support Skills:
Perception - (6)
Parkour - (4)
History:
Benjamin was an ordinary a child could be living in the countryside, staying often with his grandparents and uncles house where he would often go hunting with them. Learning how to use all of his senses from a young age, he learned to track but couldn't hunt with a firearm for the recoil and general appeal of the gun was distasteful during his young age of 10 and yes, they let him handle a gun at ten. It was a frustrating situation for his Grandmother who was an avid hunter and his Uncles who grew up hunting with her, knew that Benjamin despite his lack of ability to use firearms was a talented hunter. Even though without using a gun, he often track the animals who escaped the initial shot and mercifully ended their life from the suffering. Being the first one most of the time to tail down the animal and wait for the other hunters to reach him. His Grandfather sighing at his wife's obsession with firearms decided to go with a different approach and gave Benjamin with a bow instead. Trying it out for the first time, he liked the feel of the string and watching the arrow soar and it struck its target, taking up the bow.
His Grandmother while disappointed, was glad that he had taken up something so that they could still go hunting together, even though it wasn't a gun like she was used too, hunting with her nephew was enough. So Benjamin over the years like anyone with either a gun or bow, needed to train if they wished to be good. He went to several classes and even taught himself for a few months but for the most part, had a friend who was an instructor to teach him for quite a while. Using what he learned, he'd often go hunting with his Aunt and Uncles who was usually the first to fire his bow silently and take down something before the rest of his Uncles and Grandma would have their fun with the guns they used. Being quite loud it scared the animals away after the first shot but most of the time secured two kills to be separated, one by the bow and another by the gun.
It was until he entered Archery Competitions by the urging of his Grandmother who often went into Gun tournaments with his Uncles to see how each other were. He obliged to his grandmother's wish and enrolled in Archery Tournaments himself, thinking that he was fairly decent himself as he compared back to his hunting trips. He remarkably landed in the top 10s for his first tournament, coming out of the blue which surprised many of the older competitors who were shocked at the new kid who got so far up on his first try.
Notable Items:
Having a plain old backpack to carry everything inside he has:

His customized Compound Bow, pretty fancy enough to be folded to be carried around concealed
A folder (with lined and blank printer paper)
Two notebooks
Several other miscellaneous school supplies (scissors, pencils, erasers, coloring pencils, and pens)