Dr. Hidzenboosh: The Monstrous Synopsis

NAME: Ame
GENDER: Female
AGE: 20
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 4-6 Years
OTHER CHARACTERS: Melody, Ramortra
HOW YOU FOUND US: DJ

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DR. BENEDICT HIDZENBOOSH

“I'm dying to catch my breath, oh why don't I ever learn. I've lost all my trust though I've surely tried to turn it around. Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away when you hold me in your embrace.
(-Within Temptation 'All I Need')”

NICKNAMES: Ben / Bennie / Doc
GROUP: Staff
AGE: 30
BIRTHDAY: October 3rd
OCCUPATION: Researcher (Ph. D in Psychology by age of 25)
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Benedict Cumberbatch

His naturally curly brown hair comes to about his ears, while the bangs are just shy of covering his blue-green eyes. He has a long face and a thin nose that sits ever so slightly crooked between his high cheek bones. He is 6' feet tall and weighs 145 when clothed and wet. Speaking of clothes, he wears a black suit and a white undershirt. When it is colder out, he wears a black trench coat and a charcoal gray scarf. When he wears all of this clothing, he looks like the average sized man for his height. As soon as the jackets are off though, he's as skinny as a bean poll being made of lean muscle. His hands are calloused, showing that he can work if he has to but normally didn't. He carries a pair of black gloves around with him at all times that is kept in an inside pocket of his suit jacket along with a travel sized journal of worn brown leather and a small silver pen. In his pants pocket, he keeps a handkerchief and a small pocket knife. His black leather shoes are worn but well taken care of and always at a perfect shine. He is very clumsy when he is out of his element, and perfectly fluid when he knows what he is doing. His handwriting his horrible—only he can read it, one would think. Within the previously mentioned pocket journal, he has made hundreds of notes, be it about a shopping list or a persons name or even a patient's description of a dream. He can normally be found reading outside in the yard, with a patient, or at the pub. Though he reads a lot, he reads very little fiction work and is normally rereading text books to keep his memory refreshed.

Benedict is often muttering to himself because this is how he thinks. He also answers himself. If he feels something is noteworthy, he makes a note in his journal. The only other time he writes in it is if he's trying to remember something for later (such as what he needs to buy on the way home). He has a bad habit of reviewing said journal at the pub, which normally results in stains, bent pages, and tears—though oddly, he remembers better in this lucid state. Though his body may speak of calmness, his mind is always going at rushed speeds due to his ADD. He has medication he is to take for this, but refuses to take it for it 'blocks the thinking process' (his own words). He never looks at a person in the eye when they are talking to him unless he is talking to a patient because he begins to break down their mannerisms and try to figure out what is going on behind their eyes. It takes a lot to get him drunk, so he is normally fishing for information if he is doing shots—be it from his mind or another. Information is like a drug for him: the more he knows, the 'higher' he gets. Thus, if one mentions something he doesn't know about, he makes it his mission to research it and learn more. The only time this 'addiction' doesn't kick in is when he is working. This makes him somewhat of a gossip whore. When he goes into deep thought, he will smoke a pipe by the window in his apartment. He will claim it helps him think, when it actually slows his thoughts down so he can process what he is thinking. He is normally a kind man with little to no interest in being a hero. If one was to ask him about his interest in the dreamers, he would answer with a simple shrug, 'I just want to help' he would answer when in truth, he is looking for answers to questions he doesn't know yet.

Born from a family in low class, he never had anything state of the art or new. He and his twin sister wore clothes from the same drawer (all being unisex jeans and t-shirts) as they were about the same size. In school, he did exceedingly well and always set the bell curve on tests. His teachers loved him while the bullies loved to beat him up in the bathroom. His sister didn't stand out, but didn't melt into the background. She was always in the middle of the class and had friends. When they entered middle school, their family finally had a financial breakthrough, giving the kids a fresh start at making friends. They moved to the city and bought all new clothes. He stuck to the jeans and t-shirts while his sister went for the style of the time. Still the top of his class, he made very few friends—he could count them on one hand—but they were very close. His sister was now more popular than she had ever dreamed. They didn't share any classes so no one though they were related—at first.
It wasn't until 8th grade year that they finally had a class together and what a pair they were to the eyes! She was all picture perfect with her blonde curls and perky attitude while Ben was broody and quiet in the background. When they had their first class together, his sister never left his side. This eventually lead to him being more popular at the start of high school. Again, he was the top of the class and was often picked on for his knowledge. It wasn't until his sister started to stand up for him that the other kids backed off. He made a best friend, Ricky, and they were hanging out almost every day. Ricky was a junior when Ben was a freshmen, so they only saw each other in their elective class of criminal justice. Where Ben lacked social grace, Ricky excelled for the both of them. Where Ricky lacked smarts, Ben made sure they both passed their tests even if they weren't sitting next to one another. After school, Ricky would drive Ben around to places like bookstores and cafes. It was also Ricky who lead to Ben's first experience with alcohol.

It was when Ricky graduated and Ben went to his graduation party. His sister had been invited by a friend of a friend of Ricky's but Ben hadn't known. It was late in the night and Ben was drunk. Ricky wasn't exactly sober and said it was time for him to take Ben home. His logical side still working, Ben refused to get in the car. As Ricky tried to wrestle him into the car, both chuckling through the drinks in their system, Ben lost his balance. When Ricky fell on him, both froze. The haze seemed to lift for only a second to give confidence to both men as they kissed. They pulled back from one another with a slight hesitation before they kissed again. This was when Ben's sister found them and slammed the door behind her. Ben doesn't remember, but his sister had said such harsh things to them. She pulled Ben to his feet and away from Ricky, making up a lie about Ben having a girlfriend. Ricky knew it wasn't true, but was suddenly hurt at the idea of it. His sister drove home that night, and their parents never knew. No one in school spoke of it cause no body knew. Ben began to sit by himself at the lunchroom tables until his Senior year. His sister always tried to sit near him, but he always got up and left her where she was. Before she could follow him, her friends would join her and keep her rooted to the spot. One day when their parents were gone, he broke into their parents liquor cabinet and drank himself near death. It was his sister that kept him well enough to keep from going to the hospital. He began to yell at her, ask her why she stopped them. Why didn't she let him find out if that was who he was. She responded that Ben didn't need him cause he had her since middle school. He told her it wasn't the same just before she tried to kiss him. He shoved her aside and into the coffee table, breaking her arm in the process. He left her there as he stumbled to his room to pass out on the bed. His parents returned and his sister said that Ricky had come over and done this and that Ben was in his room asleep from heart break. His parents never punished him, nor did his sister ever tell him why they were never mad.
His grades weren't top of the class after that—not because he didn't learn but because he didn't about being the best anymore. As graduation approached, his parents tried to send him to a councilor. This only achieved the councilor quitting for Ben had talked him into it. When his parents tried to talk to him, he convinced them that they should just pay for his needs through collage and leave him alone. They agreed.

So when he graduated—in the top 10% of his class—he went to the same collage Ricky was attending. His parents never asked questions, and his sister always tried to call. He never answered. He went into the psychology just as Ricky was. When they found each other that first day, Ricky refused to make eye contact and moved seats after Ben had sat. Heartbroken, Ben didn't even remember the first lecture. He went to his dorm to discover that he had gotten lucky and was alone. He kept the room clean and neat and spent hours by the window, watching the dormitory doors for Ricky. Whenever he did show, Ben watched him closely and would fly out the door to follow him. He would trail him to the bars and just try to see him and to get close to him. It wasn't until his second semester that Ricky finally spoke to him again, just not in the way Ben had been hoping. He remembers that day well. He had lost his cellphone, and left without it. That was why he had to walk home when it was snowing. Ricky had yelled at him in the bar, threatened him, and hit him. He called Ben queer and spat on him. He told Ben to stop following him or he would call the cops and put him where he deserved to be.

Ben did as he was told, and returned to his room heartbroken. He found his sister there. She spoke calmly in her business suit about how she had tried to call his old phone to find out the number was no longer in service. She had personally brought this months check for him just so she could talk. She sat on the empty bed and began to make idle chitchat as Ben sat at his desk with his books. He flipped through his psychology books with earnest that he hadn't felt in years. His sister continued to blabber away as he began to read. Finally, he turned around and looked at her dead in the eyes. He asked her if she had been molested or raped in middle school. When she didn't answer, he turned away from her and turned a few pages. She began to cry, but he didn't move to comfort her. She told him that it was the teacher that had done it and she didn't want to fail the class so she never told. He waited for her to stop crying before he looked at her again. He told her that what she felt for him wasn't real and that it was all because of trauma and that she needed help. She yelled at him how he was stupid and ran out of the building in a flurry of tears and rage. He returned to his book and skimmed a few more pages. It was that night—that is so vivid in his mind—that he decided to continue in psychology. He wanted to know all he could on how he could change a person back to who they were before they were hurt. He wanted his old Ricky back.

Years passed as he studied, once again the top of his class. He kept tabs on Ricky through stalker like methods. After graduating for his Ph. D in Psychology, he went to approach Ricky. When he knocked on the apartment door, there was no answer. He spoke to the neighbors to find out he had moved that day. No one knew where. He returned to his dorm to gather his own things for moving, puzzled. It took him longer than normal to leave the city that day because of the traffic. There were a lot of drunks on the road from the graduation which lead to a lot of accidents. This meant every person and their Momma felt the need to drive ridiculously slow to see who had been hurt. If it wasn't for those people, he would have never seen Ricky's body parts scattered into the other side of the highway.
It was a drunken blur for the next year after Ricky's funeral. Ben doesn't remember most of it. That was when the Dreamers came into being. His sister claimed to have been one and ran away when she said she saw Ricky in one of the dreams.

Could it have been real or was she making it up for attention? What was the dream world that was being spoke of, he wondered? He set off to study these 'dreamers' and to find out as much as he could on the topic. For the first 3 years, he tried to study independently until he heard about Haven. That was when he set off to find employment with them to further his so far fruitless research.