Ben (Redux)

Name: Ben

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 14

Meister: N/A

Weapon Form:
Ben is a moderately sized Henry model 13 navy flintlock pistol. He is nine inches long in this form, weighing in at three pounds. Most of his body in this state is made out of wood, like the stalk and body. However all key components like the flint and steel firing pin and the barrel, are made of metal. His wooden body is reinforced with weighted metal so that he could be held by the barrel to be used like a club or effectively beating men down with his barrel. On his side is an engraving of multiple powder armaments. Cannon's, mortars, even a tattered banner for some flag that flew over a side of the earth in a war fought be two country's that no longer exist. All the added metal was to add weight to the fire arm to make the recoil manageable.

Love Interest: N/A

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): Undecided

Appearance: Ben has a simple look for a boy his age. He wears a suit jacket with a small skull pendant labeling it as an academy uniform. Under that he wears a tanned zip up hoodie, the sleeves of said hoodie go down past his suit jacket’s sleeves giving him a pair of white cufflinks. He wears dress pants that match his school uniform along with a pair of red sneakers.

He has light auburn hair and topaz colored eyes. Ben has a thin build owing to his young age. He's a bit short and his body does not show signs that he has trained much physically. He stands four feet ten inches tall and weighs ninety eight pounds.


Personality: Ben maintains a youthful air about him no matter what's going on. However he sure has gotten older since he first started this business. It takes a lot to upset him as he generally can just go with the flow, accepting things. It’s not that he does not care, but he knows that it is not important. What is important to him are his friends. He has an older brother figure in the form of Arthur. He looks up to and respects him, wanting to be as capable as the older weapon one day.

Ben is also a prodigy when it comes to electronics and tinkering. This latent potential coming out at an early age. He loves inventing new things and pushing his own limits. At the end of the day he is never happier then when he can carve his name onto his latest creation.


History: Ben did not have the best upbringing. His mother was a woman of the night who was all to happy to drop him off into his father's lap. Not that he knew this, he was told that they loved each other but she left. His father was not a good man and he was not prepared for a child in just about every way.

He took to stealing things to amuse himself when he got older. It’s not like his father gave him any money. He was not the greatest in the world by any means, but he planned carefully and hit up peoples belongings when they were the least attended. One day he  broke into a junk yard to take various bits of scrap for his projects. He could not have been more surprised when a fireball exploded over his head.

He met his real father there, he likes to think. After giving up his bag of goods and explaining he just wanted to build something with it instead of hawk it and “Oh please don’t roast me alive, oh god, oh please no.” The sorcerer told him he was not going to bake him simply for nicking some rusted tin. When he was told to leave and never take anything again, he did just that.

But the next day he came back, and talked to the old man. Old, even for a sorcerer. After confirming he would not squeal on his secret under penalty of cremation they began to talk. About many things. God, the world, politics, and scrap. After a few weeks he found out the old man’s story. His son had left him to go make a life for himself in the witches world. His kind stayed young for a long, long time. He had the boy around for hundreds of years and hardly knew what to do with himself now that he had left.

They grew closer, and over a few years the man taught him a few tricks. When Ben expressed his desire to want to learn magic like the man could. He was happy to try, even if it seemed impossible. He learned his own way, the weapon way. He learned how to turn soul wavelength into warmth, then into heat. Finally after his training was complete he learned to turn it into fire.

When he was not training that ability, he made the scrap available in the yard into a number of amazing things. Robot’s, powerful magnets, it was far enough from the city and big enough that he even experimented with bombs.

He had kept his weapon-ship from his father since the day he had found out. One day, his father finally hunted him down to where he was after he had missed too many days of school. He found out all about what he had been doing and was not too pleased. He stomped to death half of every robot he had ever made, got into an actual fight with the old man, and when he got just about half his face burnt off he wrestled Ben away and took him to leave town.

This ripped Ben up inside like nothing else as his only friend was cursed in every other sentence and they left that very same day. They could not hope to afford it and in less than three weeks his father demanded he use “That filthy weapon magic that the senile old fart had made him learn” to provide for him. Since he had done so much for him in his life. Ben wanted to puke but it was not like he had a choice.

His father took him into a late night fast food place and threatened to kill the cashier if he did not give him every bit of money he had. But fate intervened. A weapon who had not been back in civilization for 3 hours and a witch who hid her magic from the world struck out to stop his father. The weapon named Arthur, stabbed him right through the heart with his partial transformation.

Ben, was not sorry to see the old man go. After that night the two of them took the troubled weapon to the academy. A few weeks later he talked with his saviors and began bonding with them. Particularly with Arthur. He was out of the not class for someone his age in just about record time. He became the witches weapon alongside his only other friend. They helped her come out of her shell, just like they had done for him.

Events followed and after two years the three of them had became an excellent Kishin egg slaying team. Venturing into frozen mental hospitals, fighting terrorists, he even perished on one of their escapades. Having been burnt alive by white phosphorus. But through the magic of three wishes and the great sacrifice of two now deceased friends, he was able to come back.

When Aurora lost her arm after their latest adventure. It was him who pitched in to make her a prosthetic. When Arthur got sick with something a lot worse than he could admit to anyone else but him, he left with him for six months. When it was time to head back he recommended that they do something incredible to make up for their down time. Ben proposed that the two weapons take on two witches.

Miscellaneous:
Ben has the ability to turn soul wavelength into fire, when a meister wields them they can use him as a conduit and make use of all his abilities. He can throw small fire attacks in a 6-8 meter radius, these are about three and a half inch thick whip like strikes that burst into a small amount of flame on contact. He can also make fire balls after charging them for an entire post. These balls can explode large enough to encompass a few men. His meister can shoot fire from his hands and feet to give him momentum and boost his jumping ability. He makes his meister fireproof just like he is and the two of them can breath in all the smoke they want without ill effects.


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