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benyamin clearwater was born to his mother, mary clearwater, and his father, mordechai stein in tellico plains, tennessee. this was the family town for the clearwaters, an old family that spans generations. old money, some would say. it was safe to say mordechai left within the first year, leaving mary with another son to another long-gone almost-husband. benyamin received money, as if it were needed, trinkets and cards for birthdays and hannukah, and that was all he heard of him. mary did her best to climatise to the faith benyamin had found sanctuary in-- and did very well in introducing it to their small household. benyamin’s early life was a somewhat pleasant one.

until you take in the fact that tellico plains barely reaches 1000 residents. it didn’t take benyamin long to have his life become uneasy. he was five, when he started outwardly and actively presenting as masculine. he was seven when he told his mother he was very strictly not a girl. he was seven and three months when his grandparents began to force him into traditionally feminine passtimes.

he was eight when he became best friends with the preacher’s daughter, katherine. nine, when they camped in their expanses of back yards and roasted specially made marshmallows and swapped secrets. thirteen, when they held hands and she rubbed his scarred wrists and bruised eyes with her thumbs. fifteen, when they kissed and decided they didn’t quite like it. seventeen, when they kissed again and decided they did. the cusp of eighteen when benyamin was speaking of MIT acceptances and katherine of online journalism, of running away together and living in some too-expensive city apartment.

katherine was a week from eighteen when she was found from her lightshade, feet a foot from the carpeted floor. benyamin was two suitcases packed with a broken arm and a sprained ankle thanks to her father.

small town speciality was othering. benyamin was too many things-- jewish, bisexual, transgender, too clever for his own good, too much money. katherine could never win, not with small minds and big hands. benyamin was not allowed to her funeral. benyamin pocketed the cash he’d saved since his thirteenth birthday and took his fourth applied-to college. benyamin ran away.

benyamin studies computer science, and specialises in cyber security. he also has an interest in robotics.

he’s a senior, and housing in a one-bedroom in potentas.

he has a soundcloud account for poetry, spoken word, and general songwriting. his voiceclaim is WATSKY.

he is a practising jew, and considers himself reform.

he’s 22, and four years have passed since katherine’s death. he still  mourns her heavily, though not as a romantic partner, but more as a friend.

he heavily invests in the inclusivity of lockwood.

plenty of people come to him to secure their online activities, and he charges monthly on top of installation. his services are incredibly reliable.

he partakes in illegal online activity, such as fraud, wiring money, etc. this is heavily covered up.