Age: 69
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality
Benedict is best described as steadfast and supportive. He will always be there for those that need him without hesitation and without question. He honestly has the patience of a saint to deal with his family, but he loves them more than anything. Due to his upbringing, he's a hardworking individual with a pragmatic take on life. Despite the years of living in wealth, he still balks a little when he sees just how much money his family can spend.
Backstory
Benedict was born to an struggling artist and his sickly wife in the depth of London. His mother nearly died bringing him into this world and never fully recovered after having him. His father tried so hard to chase his dreams and also support his wife and son, but it wasn't enough. His paintings could never compare to that of those formally trained under masters. He had no connections, no family, and no money.
There was nothing in this city for them. No one would miss them should they simply cease to exist so the artist packed three bags - one for him, one for his wife, and one for his son - and left it all behind. What little money they had managed to get them far enough and the work the man could do would gain them a little more in each town they passed. It took years, but the little family made it to their new home in Constantinople.
In all honesty, Benedict doesn't remember London or his families time on the road. He believes that he had been born in the city of his childhood. He's only known the children that swords with sticks and older women that would pinch his cheeks and offer his bread whenever they saw him. He never knew his father once struggled to sell his paintings or that he never had a master to teach him before stepping foot in this city. He had a good childhood in his eyes. They weren't wealthy by any means, but he never knew his family to struggle.
He found a passion in magic at an early age that he honed as he grew. He was a prodigy which caught the attention of a traveling priest. The woman offered to set him up with a scholarship should he promise to serve as a priest later in life. He agreed with little hesitation and spent the next six years learning all he could. He proved to be a true master in divination magic.
Under the tutelage of the university, he learned to peer into the future and the past. It was difficult and it took much effort, but he could eventually choose what to See. It was one of these sessions that he Saw his own future. It shook him to his core; a woman he didn't recognize held a two children with hair the color of fire and eyes that looked like his. He couldn't make sense of it... or perhaps refused to.
It certainly made sense when he met the woman from his visions by knocking her over. He could only stare, mesmerized as she turned as red as her hair in anger and embarrassment. She demanded to know what he was staring at after so rudely knocking her over and not even offering to help her up. All Benedict could do was stammer and immediately ask her to marry him.
Not the smartest move on his part.
He served under the local temple as a priest as he tried to court a woman that, frankly, hated him. She never told him to leave, however, and so he kept coming back. He even used his magic to See if his future had changed but it seemed the Predecessors were laughing at him because he could See nothing. It took months to finally get her to agree to let him court her and even more for her to marry him.
They had Lacey and Lucia not long after their marriage which caused quite a few raised eyebrows, but he loved his daughters with all his heart. He left behind his life as a priest at the temple to head back home to Arkley when news came in that Harriet was the last of her family and not the Lady Mulvahil of Arkley.
