Benjamin Vaisley

Full name: Benjamin Vaisley
Nickname: Benji, he actually prefers his nickname over his full name
Age: 47 years
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Place of birth: Nymmerwell
Current residence: Everywhere
Magic: Alchemy previously. He lost that ability after he got bitten by a werewolf.

Height: 1,78m
Build: Slim. He isn’t particular fat or skinny.
Hair color: Light brown.
Eye color: Brown
Scars: He has large scars on both his sides where the wolf digged his claws in his skin to keep him in place. A more visible scar goes from his shoulder up to his neck were the werewolf bit him.


Benji always has been a bit strange if you have to believe others. He has his own kind of humor, humor other people mostly don’t understand. Everytime he makes a joke, you can be almost sure he had to explain it afterwards because he’s the only one laughing. Of course jokes aren’t funny anymore when you have to explain them and it’s on those moments that he chooses to back away slowly in an attempt to escape the awkward situation.

The man is a curious person. He wants to know things and it happens often that people see him staring at an object, wondering how it was put together. Even as a child he used to tear things apart just to try to put them back together when he had seen every piece inside, the pieces that holds everything together. It took him a lot of time before he was able to fix the things he broke apart. He tried to put everything together as a child, but it was only when he had became older, that the objects could be used again after he had taken it apart. Now he’s even able to put it together more efficient, make it better than it was before.

Over the years he has developed a love for inventing things. He loves to make someone’s life easier just by inventing something that could help them. While he likes to talk and while he talks a lot, he isn’t that kind of guy that likes to talk about himself. People can have a whole conversation with him and in the end, they still wouldn’t know who he is. It’s not like he does it on purpose, it just happens.

Benji doesn’t have a main goal in life. He might be following one goal at one moment and two day later he might’ve put his focus on something else. The man isn’t really a people’s person. Not because he doesn’t like them, but because he doesn’t know how to act when they’re around. Like said before, he has his own kind of humor and he doesn’t really like awkward situations. He can’t read people. He can’t see how they’re feeling just by looking at their body language. Benji only knows when he has made people angry if they hit him in his face are start to yell at him. You will find him surprised on those moments, not knowing what to do or what he could’ve done to avoid a situation like this.

The closer a full moon gets, the less talkative he becomes. Benji will close down entirely and it will be hard to get him to talk to you the day right before a full moon. It’s like his mind wants to prepare itself for what will come and that it wants to make sure he doesn’t forget what will happen as soon as the sun goes down.


Benjamin was born to a loving mother and an absent father. His father had left the both of them when he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. He just wasn’t ready to be a father yet and the only option he saw, was leaving. She his mother raised the child on her own and if you ask Benjamin, she did a good job as a single mother. He grew up in a safe environment and he mostly managed to stay out of trouble. That one time he came home with a black eye wasn’t his fault. He had just tried to make a joke and the other one hadn’t taken it very well. The boy had thought he was insulting him, and that had resulted in Benjamin getting punched in his face. One would say he would learn from his mistakes, but he wouldn’t be himself if he learned things that quickly. He kept making jokes and while it mostly just ended in awkward situations, there were moment that he accidentally hurt someone. It was almost funny that the people he hurt always where to ones that didn’t hesitate to use their fists.

The man grew up happily, learned that he could make all kinds of potions without putting much thought in it when he was sixteen years old. He used the ability to create things he could sell and he could use the money to help his mother to make their live easier. It didn’t take long before he decided to make his job out of it and he traveled around Nymmerwell to sell his products. When someone asked him to make a poison to kill someone, he refused. He wasn’t someone who wanted to be responsible for someone’s death. The woman had tried to persuade him, but he hadn’t given in. It was after a while that she turned around and left, but not before telling him he would regret his decision very soon.

It was on a full moon when he was getting back to the place he was staying, that he was attacked by something. He had heard it following him and when he had seen something that resembled a wolf with some human traits, that he had started to run. The problem was that Benjamin never had been very handy and it hadn’t taken long before he tripped over his own feet and felt down on the ground. He cried out in pain when he felt claws digging in his flesh, holding him into place while he felt the warm breath of the werewolf in his neck. He screamed until his throat hurt and the screams turned into subs when sharp teeth found their way into his shoulder.

He didn’t know why, but the wolf left at some point, leaving him behind on the ground. Bloodied and broken, unable to move because of the shock and the pain.