NAME: Ben Wyatt GENDER: Male AGE: 38 SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual SPECIES: Human
FANDOM: Parks & Recreation PB: Adam Scott CANON POINT: 5.17 - Partridge
PERSONALITY & HISTORY
Ben is a serious, work-oriented nerd with aspirations of proving himself a competent and mature person after running his home town's economy into the ground when he was voted mayor at eighteen. After his failed two months as mayor, Ben became much more serious, studying finances and accounting and becoming a state auditor for Governments in trouble, all so that he could prove himself reliable and serious.
Travelling a lot, and doing the work he does, Ben is largely no-nonsense and pessimistic in general. While others would look for ways to bend the rules, just slightly, Ben sticks to what's there and follows what is considered the way of things to the letter. Usually, Ben isn't overly fazed by the immature, eccentric nature of the Parks crew, his exasperation turning to quiet admiration of their dedication to Pawnee and then a fondness.
Ben is often teased for being a nerd, something that he doesn't dispute because he is, and partly because he doesn't like confrontation in any way. Socially awkward and anxious when put on the spot, Ben doesn't really like being the focus of attention nor being in the spot light in anyway.
Behind his pessimistic, dry and serious demeanour, Ben is really a very caring, loyal and ambitious person. Leslie brings out the more fun, reckless side of Ben with her upbeat nature and her stubbornness. Leslie's encouragement is what brings out Ben's confidence in his abilities when he's less than sure of taking a risk or going for the safe option.
According to many, Ben has the ability to make anything sound boring. It's probably a little true. Ben's numbers, statistics and facts driven ways usually mean he's very detailed in most aspects of everything, which yes, can be very boring at times.
Ben has moderate cooking skills, strict attention to details and is a planner to his core.
He successfully ran Leslie's campaign for City Council and a Washington DC Congressional Campaign.
Laptop Case: contains the following
one laptop (plus charger)
one port-filio with writing pad, post-it notes and calendar (for 2012)
three spare pens
Shirt, tie, slacks and shoes
Morphine Pills (in bottle)
SAMPLES & PLOT
THIRD PERSON: Ben wasn't entirely thrilled about it, but for most of the drive away from Partridge, he slept; half from exhaustion and half from the woozy feeling of the pain medication. Occasionally he was conscious enough to sing ridiculous melodies to Leslie that he really hoped she'd let him forget in the drug induced insanity. Realistically, he'd had his doubts about returning to Partridge, the chapter in his life he was steadily trying to climb away from. But Leslie's optimism was contagious at times and he'd been swayed.
His ego would forever be grateful for kidney stones.
And Leslie, who was still a pillar of support, even when faced with the resounding failure of Ben's career. He'd need to thank her again, when he was more lucid and coherent. "Hey, you know you're magic." Or he could do it just now.
Except, rolling his head to the side, Ben wasn't met with Leslie, driving with her soft, ever present little smile or her sunny blonde hair. It was a rather horrifically patterned quilt cover. Which was not their bed cover -Leslie preferred more vibrant decor, because they were bright and happy. This definitely wasn't bright, nor was it happy, and Ben frowned as he pushed himself up.
Had they taken a turn off into right into Cabin in the Woods territory? "Leslie?" There was no answer, but she might've just gone to a vending machine or to get a newspaper. Or to get murdered horribly by the hotel manager who secretly had his mother's skeletal remains in the attic.
Wait... that was Psycho, not Cabin... wrong movie.
Pulling himself upright, Ben was pleased to find that the kidney stone pain had settled at least, he didn't need to battle off the pain or pop a pill and cope with being loopy and in a Manson knock off retirement home. It looked like a hotel room, it smelled like an old persons house and it was definitely not the sort of place Leslie would stop. Shuffling to the far end of the room, Ben picked up the note on the desk with a frown.
Definitely in a horror movie then.
Helping out Leslie; trying to not let her get too involved in trying to make the place into the next Pawnee. Not become so bored that he has another mental breakdown.
DID YOU READ THE RULES? Kidnap the Sandy Claws throw him in a box bury him for ninety years then see if he talks