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Poor Fionn.
"Don't wanna be ALL BY MYSEEEEELF!

I feel like we're waiting on someone to get the barrel rolling on this festival.
Well that I had assumed. But I didn't want to make a fool if myself. ^^
Question: The Rain Guardian link doesn't go to a sheet, who is it?
Benjamin found himself being softly awakened by his mother. They hadn't been in Trespiano long, and his boarding school had always let out earlier than everywhere else, so the move didn't conflict. His days had been long, boring and with the exception of attending a fencing class, empty. Which is why he was surprised his mother woke him up. "Ben, today's the festival, get up or you might miss something." She said softly. Festival? What festival? "I didn't know there was one." He said, groggily and blinking away sleep. "I was speaking with the neighbors. They hold one every year for Summer." She stood up and patted him on the head, and left the room.

The Spanish boy stood up eventually, getting his orientation to prevent falling over, and managed to stumble his way into clothing. Button-down, pants, shoes. He decided to roll his sleeves because of the weather, tripped into the bathroom to ensure he didn't look like a mess on feet and made his way into the dining room, passing his father, who just so happen to be passed out and drunk on the sofa. "Your father started celebrating last night." Benjamin just grunted and ignored him. He resented his father for many reasons but drinking was one in the top ten. He and his mother sat down for breakfast and they bid farewell as he went to find out about this festival business. Walking towards the square, he noted a squabble about eggs and just people-watched as he strolled around. He hadn't much chance to explore the town so he decided he might as well look around, too.
AAAAAWWWW YISS.
Giant fight.
RAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE

@Solace, bring it on, pal.

So I might weasel in a post tonight but I also have to catch up...
Hello!
I have a form, at long last (well I was excited so it only took a day-ish).

Username: Dusset

Name: Benjamin Silva

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: Spain

Role: Guardian

Flame: Cloud

Weapon/Fighting Style: Basket-Hilt Sword/Fencing: defensively at first but later develops a fairly aggressive stance.
Benjamin's Sword

Appearance:
Sixteen
Twenty-Six
While 16, Benjamin stands at 5'8" and weighs roughly 140lbs. While 26, he stands at 5'11 and weighs 155lbs. Additionally, his older self is missing a chunk out of his left ear and has scarring around the area from a broadside car accident.

Personality:
Benjamin is a quiet person, generally keeping himself. Not opposed to interaction, rather, he simply doesn't initiate. His speech is riddled with 'please', 'thank you's and 'sir's or 'miss's, a perfect reflection of his polite disposition. Slow to anger, Benjamin is level headed nine times out of ten, but he isn't afraid to unleash sheer rage on his enemies, and once it comes out, it's hard for him to keep his emotions in check. He doesn't flaunt it or show it openly but he has a touch of an ego. The kind of snobby ego found in those who grew up in wealth. Despite his light sense of superiority, he doubts his own skills and abilities and will even turn down opportunities in order to prevent the possibility of a lose of face. This is primarily fueled by his desire for approval from his father, so he seeks it in the opinions of others.
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Ten years later, Benjamin is more worldly and cares little for the opinions of others. He's nigh impossible to provoke to anger and carries a sense of serenity with him. At this time in his life his profuse manners have receded into simple kindness and and absence of rude behavior.

History: Born in Barcelona to a wealthy businessman with eccentric tastes and one of his gardeners, Benjamin wasn't supposed to happen. Unable to dismiss the situation, his father was forced to help raise him, begrudgingly. Mostly, this involved sending Benjamin to boarding schools and to camps, never being at 'home' for very long at a stretch. Despite his situation, Benjamin kept a level head; he didn't know anything else. His manners were spotless and was the epitome of class, yet his father continued to neglect him in favor of meaningless entertainment and honestly, anything. One day, in a risky gambling match with men no sane man would be in the same room with, let alone gamble with, Benjamin's father lost nearly half of the Silva estate. Property, funds, servants, half of everything. He was petrified in fear, but still managed to muster the stupidity to attempt cheating those he owed. In a desperate attempt to hide, he packed up, took his son and Benjamin's mother, and moved to Trespiano, Italy, where he tried his hardest to pose as an average family. His tastes didn't change and neither did his behavior. Benjamin was still neglected with the exception of his mother, and for the most part, his life didn't change. As it stands, he is the only heir to whatever his father doesn't gamble away. However, Benjamin is worried that if his father's habits maintain, that he might inherit it sooner than he thinks.

Overview: Benjamin is a coolheaded Spanish youth, from a wealthy family and impressive upbringing. After his father gambled away a significant portion of the Silva family wealth, they downsized to Trespiano, Italy, both to cut back expenses and to avoid collectors seeking to wring Benjamin's father for faulty payments.

Other: Nananananana...
*tackles*

Oh cool. So I'll be extra-immersed.
Sounds good.
Hai.
So, Twilight twisted my arm and asked me to come join this.
But fair warning: Besides the forward in the OP I know absolutely nothing about this rp.
I'm willing to give this a shot though.
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