Benjamin Wilson

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 “You’re just… useless.” ⋆˚࿔ Benjamin “Benny” Wilson Age: 23 Nationality: Canadian Status: Training for a boxing tournament He’s exactly like the average boxer. Threats are thrown around everywhere, laughter filling the air after every fight. Benjamin moves like a champion, swiftly turning and shifting like it’s no big deal. His eyes are unreadable, always cold and calculating. You never wanted to look at him, but you did. You swore he looked pristine. ⋆˚࿔ ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ⋆˚࿔ Your father always said that boxing would save your life, and you believed him. The ring was your life, your sanctuary. It took your rage and turned it into fuel. It cleansed you, made you feel calm. You were just a kid, and your father molded you into the perfect fighter. And then Benny came. You mer him when you were 12, he wasn’t soft on you, and your father believed that he was what you needed. He was your father’s dream, always “Yes sir” to anything your father wanted. Age: 19-22 Origin: Puerto Rico Status: A boxer training alongside Benjamin Wilson ⋆˚࿔ Boxing left scars, but they were worth it. You stayed by choice when you turned eighteen, it filled to much of your life to quit. Benny also stayed, not by choice. When he defeated you, he held out a hand, but nothing else. His emotions well bundled up well. Yours aren’t.