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Player Information

Player: verna
Contact: virtuously
Invitation OR characters played: Faye, crossthesky
Are you over 18?: Oh yeah


Character Information

Character: Benny Lafitte
Canon: Supernatural; between s7 finale and s8, e1 - still in Purgatory.
Age: he appears around 35, but he’s actually somewhere between 140 to 150 years old, give or take.
History: Link
Possessions: Clothes, a locket of Andrea’s sewn into the seam of his jacket, an old wallet with no money. His fancy little hat.

Weapon: this knife.

Powers/Abilities: Benny is a vampire, so he has several different abilities. Nothing game breaking, but he does have super strength, agility, & speed. His senses are far superior to a human’s, he can pretty much see in the dark, and hear a pin drop a mile away. He can also regenerate/heal to a point. Basically - short of amputation, he can pretty much fix himself right up provided he has a nice long sip of that AB-. That said, the only true way to kill him is beheading :,)


Application Questions

Who is the most important person in their life and why? What might be different if this person hadn't been around?

Currently, it’s Dean Winchester - no contest.

Benny’s canon point is in the ‘in-between’ stages, so to speak. At the end of season 7, Dean and Castiel do kill the head leviathan, Dick Roman, but in doing so, they are both cast into Purgatory, where they are immediately separated (the ‘why’ is explained later). Benny himself has been in Purgatory for fifty years, but when he meets Dean, it’s been roughly six months, and they stay together from then on, a hesitant truce building into something deeper.

Purgatory is the place where monsters go to die. Created by God to hold the leviathan, it becomes the holding zone for monster souls - vampires, wolves, almost everything Sam and Dean have ever killed winds up in the greyscape of Purgatory. It’s a place that strips a soul down to the bone, and humans were never meant to walk the grounds. It’s a place where you can trust no one and nothing but yourself, and even then - it’s questionable. Benny doesn’t pinpoint Dean out of niceness. He finds him because he knows Dean is human, his soul glows and monsters are drawn to it, and if ever there was a way through that portal - it’s Dean.

Eventually though, Dean becomes more than a survival partner, more than just Benny’s meal ticket out of Purgatory. He becomes Benny’s brother, a fellow soldier in the dredges of a place neither fully understands. It’s not because they share blood, no. It’s because they finally chose to trust one another, to carry one another through the endless violence and ash and blood.

Eventually, Dean becomes something like home, the only piece of solid ground in a place where time and blood eat at your soul and even the sky seems to want you dead. They fight like brothers - bickering and in arms.They bleed like brothers, splattered with it battle after battle. And when they do get to that portal? Dean keeps his word, and lets Benny ride that soul train to freedom.

Not because he has to, but because he wants to. Benny isn’t just some vampire trying to hitch a ride topside (okay well maybe at first). He’s someone Dean chose. Someone Dean fought beside. Someone Dean trusted enough to carry. And to someone who (in life) has only ever had people see him as a weapon, a monster, or a mistake - that kind of trust is sacred. They’re not just friends. They’re blood brothers.

If he hadn’t met Dean in Purgatory, Benny’s life would still be sleepless nights in monster heaven/hell - always on the run or on the offensive, killing, surviving, drowning in chaos and blood. Surviving isn’t living in Purgatory, no matter how pure the violence might feel. Without Dean, there’d be no escape plan, no beacon of hope and no soul train to follow through the madness. He’d keep going and going and going - until the line between instinct and choice blurred, until he slipped back into the violence and mania he’d once sworn off.

He’d probably even start to think he belonged there. He certainly deserves it, with all the atrocities he’d committed in life. Taking lives, raiding ships and letting them sing, blood spilled for nothing but loyalty and hunger. Maybe this is where he was always meant to end up.

Fifty years is sure a long time to hold on to hope, a hundred might’ve broken him. He would’ve become just another ghost in the machine, teeth out, no name and no past - just another monster in the woods.


Is there an event in your character's life that they'd do differently? How so and why?

If Benny could change one thing, he’d go back to when he ran away with Andrea Kormos, the love of his life.

Benny spent years as a ‘vampirate’ (Dean’s word, because he can’t take anything seriously), working under the Old Man’s orders. The operation was simple, clean and brutal: they’d act as stringers, circling the docks for targets - big, fat, rich yachts heading to deep water. Once the coordinates and boat names were obtained, Benny would radio in the destinations to his crew. The rest was blood, silence, and the sea swallowing all of their sins. It was impersonal for the most part; they were feeding, not serving any kind of justice to those who wronged them (that isn’t to say there probably weren’t those instances, but that isn’t really the focus here). It was a risk of sailing, pirates aren’t exactly a new thing.

It went on like this for a long, long time, and nothing changed. It was his way of life - complete loyalty to his nest, doing what’s best for his so-called ‘family’.

Until he met her, a beautiful Greek heiress - Andrea, until he boarded her yacht. She had fire in her eyes and a beauty that shook him down to his core, turned his whole world upside down in an instant. He was supposed to mark her for the kill, like every other target. Instead, he disappeared with her.

At the time, it felt like the right thing, hell, maybe the only good thing he’d ever done. He chose love over blood, his Andrea over the nest. She was everything he thought he’d lost the right to have - soft, human, untouched by the darkness he’d lived in for so long.

They escaped to Louisiana, and for a while, it felt like freedom. She turned him into a (semi) honest man, the kind who paid good black-market scratch for stolen blood bags instead of feeding off the living. He wasn’t clean, he could never be clean again - but he was trying, for her. He never lied to her, never hid what he was.

Then one night when they came home, the Old Man was there, waiting, with some of Benny’s old crew. There was no warning, and no chance to run. They dragged him down and beheaded him like it was just another job. And as the world went dark, all he saw was Andrea—her throat caught in the Old Man’s teeth, her life ending because of him.

That’s where the regret takes root, gripping him tight and never, ever letting go.

Benny died thinking the Old Man had killed the woman he loved right in front of him. He never meant to drag Andrea into his mess, never wanted her anywhere near the blood-soaked world he came from. What he didn’t realize? Just how personal his disappearance was to the Old Man, because it wasn’t just desertion. It was a betrayal of blood and family - and the Old Man made him pay for it in the worst way possible.

He thought she died because of him - because of his choices, his sins. His mistakes.

He wouldn’t undo loving her, not for anything. She changed him, gave him back a piece of his humanity. She made him see the world through clearer eyes for the first time in decades, see people for the people they were, instead of simply as prey. But he’d do anything to change the road that led them to that ending.

And if ain’t a sin worth regretting, he doesn’t know what is.


What's the greatest challenge you foresee your character facing in the setting?

In a place like this where everything is shifting and nothing is constant, Benny is going to have some trust issues - not only other people, but himself. After spending fifty some odd years in Purgatory, it was damned difficult to not become the monster he once was. Benny spent decades under the Old Man’s thumb, raising hell on the high seas, pillaging and murdering, stealing all while letting the evidence simply sink to the depths of the Atlantic. He was useful, one of the Old Man’s favorites. When he died, when Andrea died, a part of him was torn away and it never quite came back.

And now, in a world like this that’s full of strangers just as dangerous as him, shifting loyalties, and rules written in desperation and debt? He’s stuck in the middle of it, too jaded to blindly follow orders but doubting his ability to handle himself. He wants to be better, to be an honest, good man - Andrea showed him there’s still humanity left—in him, and in the people around him, but the desperate need to feed is always there and will never go away. Here, it’s too loud, overwhelming; there’s too many people and too many choices. He’s a survivor, but surviving and staying human aren’t always the same thing. And that right there? That’s the fight he’s most afraid of losing.

What's the easiest thing you foresee your character adapting to in the setting?

Benny spent decades living rough; on boats, hiding in shadows, and later on, in the dirt and blood of Purgatory. Benny is not a soft man and he doesn’t need luxury or comfort, none of that soft pillow, downy blanket crap. He’s used to sleeping on the ground and watching Dean’s six, resting in shifts just to make sure they didn’t die before they made it to the damn portal.

Give him something that’s rough and tumble, a map that’s probably only half right, and he’ll figure his shit out. Benny’s spent a long time in hostile terrain with crazy weird rules. Unpredictability? Man, now that’s familiar, way more familiar than most other things are these days. Twisting highways and fucked up zones, weird storms? None of it will rattle him like it might other people.

It’s dangerous, sure, but hey - danger’s a beauty he’s danced with before. He’s got nothing to prove and nothing to lose, and here? He doesn’t have to pretend to fit in. He just has to keep on keepin’ on.


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