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► basics;

Full Name:  Gregory Benedict Walsh

Nickname/Preferred Name: Ben 

Age: 39

Birthday:  March 27, 1983 

Sexual Orientation:  Heterosexual

Relationship Status:  Single; broken engagement to @valeriasoto

Religion: Himself

Occupation: Intellectual Property Attorney 

Nationality: Canadian

► background;

Place of Birth: Vancouver, British Columbia

Hometown:  Vancouver, British Columbia

Education:  UBC Peter A. Allard School of Law, Juris Doctorate concentrated in Business Law

► physical;

Faceclaim: Jesse Williams

Eye Color:  Blue

Hair Color: Black

Height:  1.85m

Weight:  77kg

Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc:

► relatives;

Biological Father: Gregory Walsh (b.1957, m. 1983, m.[yr])

Birth Father’s Status: Alive

Birth Father’s Occupation: Brewer

Biological Mother: Valerie Ann King (b.1960, m. 1983, d.1985)

Biological Mother’s Status: Deceased

Biological Mother’s Occupation: Homemaker

Stepmother : Amelia Walsh (b.[yr] m.[yr] )

Stepmother’s Status: Alive

Stepmother’s Occupation: Law professor, UBC/Peter Allard School   

Half siblings: Bram (b. 1988) 

► relationships;

Established Connections

Wanted Connections

► personality;

Positive Traits: charming, persuasive

Negative Traits: competitive, stubborn

► personality assessments;

Zodiac: Aries ☀ | Virgo ☾ | Libra ↑

MBTI: ENTJ-A (The Commander)

Enneagram:

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► misc;

Hobbies: basketball, football, soccer, hockey, lacrosse, cooking

First Book They Read: 

Favorite Book: The Prince, Machiavelli

Favorite Music Artist:

Favorite Subject: 

Pets: Who has time for pets? 

Habits: 

Alarm is perpetually set for 6:30 AM, and he only sleeps in on high holidays.  

At the gym before 7 AM every day and works out for 60 minutes. 

The only time he has more than one drink as a nightcap is when he doesn’t have to work the next day (which is, basically, never.) 

He has been known to use cocaine or Adderall recreationally if he needs a pick-me-up, but he’s very particular about every aspect of it and it’s very infrequent.

Has a standing phone call with his father for 30 minutes at 3 PM on weekdays.  

Eats brunch with their parents on Sunday mornings pretty religiously.  The only real variation in this is sometimes they let him cook. (Usually not, though, and definitely not since the breakup because he doesn’t want them at his apartment.) 

► Timelines;

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Dash Chronology

► Headcanons;

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► Full Biography; tw: racism, parent death, sibling death

It was a little controversial when Greg Walsh took up with Valerie King.  Walsh was a significant and powerful last name, and Valerie was a woman of color in a place where there weren’t many women of color.  He was also young to settle down with anyone according to society when he was a ‘man with such promise.’  That was a significant portion of the reason the couple named their son after Greg, to give him an air of legitimacy even though they weren’t married when he was born.  That would come later.  Weeks later.

The product of their union, Gregory Benedict, has a strong opinion on all of it to this day.  None of this opinion is particularly favorable. However, it happened and there’s nothing Ben, as he prefers to be called, can do to change that.

Except only use his legal name on documents that require it.  And he wears his mother’s face, according to the handful of pictures he’s kept, though, there’s nothing he can do about his face.

He also didn’t have control over the fact that all the money in the world couldn’t save Valerie when she died before giving birth to her second child, another son.  The baby also died.  Ben, less than two years old at the time, doesn’t remember any of it.  He doesn’t remember his mother at all.  The only memories of a mother he’s got are of Amelia Walsh, Greg’s second and all-around more ‘appropriate’ wife.  (Depending on who you ask.  Ben has some thoughts on that, too.)

It’s not that Amelia has ever been terrible to him.  No, in the end, he’s the oldest son of a very traditional family and that means more than some of the other details.  When siblings were born and adopted following his father’s remarriage, Ben was expected to be an example, to walk the walk and talk the talk of being a Walsh.  Because he’s smart and more than a little ambitious, he figured it out pretty quickly.  Because some small part of him intrinsically carries that doubt of belonging, just beneath the surface, he’s always been a little afraid to do anything but what he’s supposed to.  That means fitting in, being bold and confident like a Walsh is supposed to be, and definitely doing his best to make their father proud.

For Ben, that has always meant excellence in sports, academics, and optics.  While he is bold and opinionated, there is always an underlying need to earn Greg’s approval and, as a result of his tenacity, he’s got that approval in spades.  Fortunately, he’s always been able to keep up.  Unfortunately, it’s exhausting and has created some tension within their family when they’re not all on the same page.  He created a relationship with his stepmother when he attended law school at UBC.  Though due to concerns over nepotism he wasn’t allowed to be in her class, they bonded through the experience and have continued lively debates and conversations while he’s been practicing law.  His relationship with his father has continued to grow as Ben has gotten older and proven himself capable of maintaining an image consistent with the Walsh brand.

Their friendship was unexpected, but they endured similar circumstances that left them with more in common than either cared to admit. “..yeah..” Lola didn’t want to be alone either, but everyone was out celebrating Halloween. Everyone but him, apparently. “Come on in.”

The liquor Ben brought was top top shelf. It was pretentious but authentic and something she appreciated about him. Especially because he shared. “You brought the good stuff. I guess that means you like me.”

.

Ben followed her inside once he was allowed, looking around but not exactly taking notes.  His apartment was similar but somehow also less.  It was very clear someone who cared about aesthetics lived here, and he knew she had a roommate too.  It also wasn’t his first visit, so nothing was too surprising.

He was distracted, in part, by her dog.  He hadn’t been able to figure out why he hadn’t had any kind of reaction to the small creature before, but now that he knew there was precedent, he wasn’t quite as nervous about its presence.  Even when it barked in its biggest voice at him.  The other dog, however, was bigger and a little more.... well.  He was kind of relying on Lola to get them both away from him.

Her words drew his attention back to her.  “I, uh, I don’t have anything to bring besides the good stuff,” he pushed back, but it lacked conviction.  “I’d say not to read too much into it, but I showed up here uninvited, so I think you can read whatever you want and it’s probably true.” 

Ben tried to make it a point to see Max perform whenever it was happening close by.  He had access to basically anywhere he wanted, so he didn’t have to work too hard to hear about it, even if he was more white-collar these days than anything else.  He’d helped Max with some contracts back in the day, spread through time, and it was absolutely not a hardship to maintain what had once been a working relationship as something more of a friendship by turning out in support. 

He couldn’t really imagine how busy it was to be the person spinning, so Ben just worked his way as close as he could to be available to say hello whenever possible. 

open to: everyone | @vancitystarters​ location: samhain festival, sully’s tavern

“I don’t think they’ll notice,” Alma insisted, taking the cherry candy from her fingers with her teeth. The evidence of the wrapper was tucked into her pocket for some discretion, but she knew there was no hiding the smell of the candy so easily. It already stained her tongue bright red. “The kid had plenty of candy and I doubt he’ll catch on to it missing. After all, he looked like the kind that takes at least three handfuls from the bowl left outside unattended.”

Her patience was evident with the sudden crack of the candy, and she tipped the glass of her drink against her lips. “Alright, where were we? Oh, don’t give me that look— do you want me to steal one for you, too?”

He should’ve probably been alarmed, but that was just too self-righteous for where he was at in life overall, currently speaking.  He’d tried coming out to improve his mood and clear his head, but it wasn’t working. 

And the saying about stealing candy from a baby had evidently come from the person immediately to the left of him, who was also talking about it.  In another moment of life, he would’ve been alarmed. In this moment of life, he was amused and he chuckled a little. 

who — Lola & @benedictwalsh​ when — the night of October 31st where — Lola’s Apartment in the building she shares with Ben

“You’re a little old to be trick or treating.”

“Yeah, and I’m a little too in my head to be sitting at home alone with this,” he opined, holding up the bottle.  “Will grown-up treats get me in?”

Ben: Yours was good before this?

Ben: Time and place. And give me one good reason I would talk to you about it. You're at least a third of the problem.

Ben: Guess there's nothing I can tell you, then. You already know it all.

Ben: She'd rather have you. And you can make better choices and be there for her.

Bram: what did you tell her?

Bram: i'm TRYING. don't you get that? why do you think i'm so pissed?

Ben: What do you mean 'what did you tell her'?

Ben: I think you're pissed because you're ashamed it happened. You knew it was a fucking terrible thing to do when you did it. And when you don't dress it up with anything about mine and Val's relationship, it's a lot less justifiable.

Bram: i get that your relationship is fucked but that doesnt mean you need to go and ruin mine

Bram: rly? bc i know i was fucked up the night of the cruise but i vaguely remember giving u the opportunity to speak on it and u didnt want to

Bram: the truth is u just wanted someone to feel sorry with as if u didn't do anything to make her feel inferior in the first place when thats all u fucking do ben

Bram: i'm glad u two have each other tho, good for u

Bram: i'm done

Ben: Yours was good before this?

Ben: Time and place. And give me one good reason I would talk to you about it. You're at least a third of the problem.

Ben: Guess there's nothing I can tell you, then. You already know it all.

Lola: HAHAHA

Lola: All we can do is try.

Lola: I'm sorry you're hurting so badly 😞

Lola: Thanks.

Ben: I know. I read it before I hit send. And really, as long as he listens enough to get there, that's all I care about right now. One thing at a time.

Ben: It's not your fault. It's mine.

Ben: I think he means some more than others. And I don't need him to like me. I just need enough room for him to listen to me on this. He can go back to hating me after treatment if that's what he wants.

Ben: I like your optimism. I may need to borrow it from time to time.

Lola: He loves you, Ben.

Lola: It's about all I've got left, but I guess I can share.

Lola: I'll take you up on the offer for private security.

Ben: I don't need him to love me. I just need him to listen.

Ben: I'll try to return it in good shape, but I'm basically empty on it so I can't make any promises.

Lola: Yeah, we will.

Lola: He doesn't mean the harsh things he says. He's just not himself right now.

Lola: ...likewise.

Lola: No. Thank you for telling me. I've been so in the dark about everything, but now that I know I can help. We'll figure this out. It'll be okay.

Ben: I think he means some more than others. And I don't need him to like me. I just need enough room for him to listen to me on this. He can go back to hating me after treatment if that's what he wants.

Lola: I don't know if I can take the lead on this..

Lola: Let's talk to the facility and make a plan?

Lola: so Bram knows I know about him and Val?

Lola: Hey

Lola: You don't have to explain yourself.

Lola: I get it. Trust me. Maybe better than anyone.

Ben: That's not quite what I'm saying. Or it's not what I meant to imply. We just need to make a plan. We will.

Ben: Yeah. That's what he said in the very angry text message about me not keeping my mouth shut.

Ben: It's not mine to apologize for, but I'm sorry.

Lola: It's a first for me, too.

Lola: I think we just need to make sure he knows we love him and forgive him and just want him to feel better.

Lola: Nope.

Lola: Kira's got a nice ass, too 😏

Ben: That will probably work out better for you than it would for me.

Ben: Well, Bram knows I told you so I'm guessing that's everything coming full circle.

Ben: As much as I can appreciate a nice ass on someone else, or meeting someone else who is probably a lovely person, I'm not ready for anything.

“I’ve been told I have a wicked poker face.  Which is fine in business and war, but not so great in love.  Not the most collaborative person, I guess you could say.” 

Ben: So what do you want to do? Really just avoid each other for a year or until we find a better therapist?

Val: No, it's not what I want. What I want is to feel like we've reached some sort of understanding. What I want is to not feel like I've compromised myself and my career for someone who has never been able to fully let me in. I just wanted you to see me, Ben. I went about it the wrong way, I know that. But that's what I wanted.

Val: So what do we do with that?

Ben: I'm trying. I swear I am.

Ben: But you want to go do this job without me attached, like it's your thing. So go do it with my private support. I've never not believed you could, Val. I wasn't trying to make you the silent and compliant wife. I hope you know that.

Ben: I guess the question is if what you want changes based on your success.