GLASS, Bentley Grayson

[Bentley Grayson Glass]

BENTLEY GRAYSON GLASS

FULL NAME: Bentley Grayson Glass
NICKNAMES: Ben (But it is not pleasant to say it unless given permission)
AGE: Thirty
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Morello’s Manager

HAIR: shorty, messy dark brown hair. He really let’s it do whatever it wants unless he’s at work, then it’s slicked down.
EYES: Brown
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A scar from a stabbing at sixteen
TATTOOS: “Heartbreak Hotel” on his chest, “21 gr” and “love me two times” on left bicep and a feather. “I heart romance” on forearm, “You make me feel like the one” as well as a pinup girl on his right arm. They all have meanings, even though he never talks about them
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Ed Westwick!

LIKES: suits, hiar products, motorcycles, guns, cuff links, his work, sleek cars, new jobs, Morello’s, women in tight dresses, top shelf whiskey, playing pool, the city, the life, flirting, lipstick stains on his collar, music, high thread count sheets
DISLIKES: sweet tea, getting blood on his clothes or shoes, snitches, weakness, hospitals, shaving, the colour brown, not having time to change in the middle of the night, flaky women, Justin Bieber, that ringing in his ears after a gun shot, traffic, charades
FEARS: being on the wrong side of a gun (It doesn’t matter how many times it’s happened, the feeling never lessens), roller coasters, bats
SECRETS: Bentley ran some games in the park before he got in with Landon and the family. It passed some time when he didn’t have other jobs or homework.
PERSONALITY: What Bentley lacks in height, he makes up for in confidence. He knows who he is and what his place is in his current world. He’s a clever man who’s always known what he wanted from life. He is a gun for hire but spends most of his time as Elise Morello’s right hand man. He’s the one that gets things done when they need to get done and he’s not the least bit ashamed of that. Bentley can be quite ruthless and very unforgiving but he was raised by one of the best hired guns around. He comes across as a very cold and calculating man but he’s not entirely heartless. There are some things that get his blood pumping, though he would not admit to most of them! He’s not a womaniser but he is a flirt and isn’t against bringing a woman home for a single night. He’s a tough, bad ass sort of guy but he wears expensive suits and comes across as a charmer more than some sort of slut. His ambitious nature has him wanting the position he has and knowing the only way he’s getting above it is if his boss takes a dive in the East River; which is not something he’s willing to happen either. He’s a damn loyal man and right now, those loyalties belong to Elise. Bentley is only sentimental about one thing; his father. He may have been as equally ruthless and a killer but he did care about his son in a backwards sort of way that saw him trained before he was even double digits. Bentley is a logical thinker but his plans are far more creative when it comes to taking someone out. He’s focused, driven and understands that at any second, he may need to take a bullet. He’s ready for it.

MOTHER: Porscha Waverly & Deceased
FATHER: Camden Glass & Deceased
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Elise Morello & twenty eight, boss/sleeping with her
Landon Morton & thirty two, ex-boss
PETS: Hedgehog & Porky!
HOMETOWN: Bronx, New York City, New York.
HISTORY: Porscha started life as Melody Waverly out in nowhere Ohio. She moved to the city because she wanted to be an actress. She went to hundreds of auditions, made it through her twenties with small roles and as a waitress. She met up with some people who said they could help her out. Turns out, the people were prostitutes and the person they were introducing her to was their pimp. It started out rather high class but then she found drugs and she fell from grace in the high class escorting world. Her pimp kept her but used her instead for the lower income John’s, the ones from the gangs and the Families. One in particular came around often, Camden Glass. He got her pregnant. And with the pregnancy, Porscha swore she would turn her life around. She managed to kick the habit for a while but not the John’s. Everything just tore her apart and when the baby was born, she fell back into her old habits again. She still spent her days at the diner, waiting tables and her nights were spent pleasing the men that walked through her apartment’s front door.

This is the world Bentley was brought into. She thought the name was clever, since she picked her own from a list of cars she could never afford. She knew Camden was the father because she’d fallen for him and stopped using protection with him. There may have been dozens of guys, but he was the only one. And she knew it. Camden didn’t care; not really. He had wanted a son so he accepted it, whether it was true or not. When Bentley was five, Porscha’s pimp confronted her about some missing money. Bentley had been downstairs on the street with the rest of the building really. He killed her right there in the bedroom and ransacked the place to find his missing money but all he found were drugs. He took them and left.

Camden had been on a job. He’d been a hired hand. Didn’t care who the target was, or what Family had hired him as long as the money was in his offshore account and the picture was in the P.O box he kept for these transactions. When he came back, he took Bentley from the apartment and brought him to his place where he grew up, learning everything he would ever need to know. He could shoot a gun before he’d hit double digits and hadn’t missed a target since he was eight. Camden was proud to say the least but warned, because Bentley was so small that guns were only for protection. Of course, Bentley also didn’t know what his dear, old dad did for a living. He looked like any other guy on the street, he would put on a suit, go out with his briefcase except his case usually held a couple guns and a photograph of the next target. He went away on business and no one in the neighbourhood knew the truth.

When Bentley got older, he knew what was really going on in his life and wanted in on it. He was constantly practicing his aim at the shooting range his father had in the building he owned; an old warehouse. It was on the smaller side but it worked for the purposes it was purchased. He kept his cars in the basement that he’d converted into an underground garage, he had an office on another floor, the shoot range on another and a complete gym on another before the top floor had his living quarters; their living quarters. It was amazing. Bentley would walk the streets, looking unassuming but that was really just for show. He knew a lot, even at twelve. But back then, he’d been thinking of a lot of things. Where he wanted his life to go. He used to sit with the retired old men, watching them play checkers and chess and talk about the good old days with the Families were the only ones who ran the city, who had the cops in their pockets. Those were the days when things happened and got taken care of. Bentley longed for those days but he thought he could only dream because they were behind him.

It was in that same year, when he was walking home that he’d been jumped. He looked unassuming and a bit smaller for his age so people thought they could pick on him. At first, he let them talk to him, though he didn’t rise to the challenges. Then the first guy pulled a gun and Bentley stopped. He turned to stone but it wasn’t actually fear that did it to him. He was doing the math, reading the situation and picking his first target. He hadn’t just been practicing his aim, he’d been doing a couple different styles of martial arts and he knew how to take on more than one opponent. He’d not needed the knowledge or the skills before now but thought it was the perfect time to use them. He shot the one with the gun, before taking the other three down and walking away without a scratch and whistling. He didn’t look menacing but he was a scary kid.

Camden found out about it and decided it was time. He heard all the gory details of his son’s performance and brought him in on the next job he’d been hired for. In the six years that followed, Bentley surpassed his father in skill and jobs. With only one getting him closer than he’d been before. He’d been sixteen and he hadn’t been able to get the job done from a distance so he got close to finish the job. Unfortunately, he’d missed the fourth guy, who managed to be a small jump on him and got the small pocket knife blade into his side; luckily missing any vital organs. Bentley got him in the end though and walked a few blocks before calling his father to figure out what he needed to do. It had never happened to him before. He told him to hit the hospital, say he was mugged and stabbed and give a false name and everything. His name had been off the radar, not linked to anything bad so they believed him. He gave a vague story to the police, telling them he hadn’t really seen the man, white guy with blue eyes about two inches taller than he was and he was wearing black. He hadn’t seen him until it was too late. The cops said nothing would probably come of it but that was it and Bentley got to walk out of there after some stitches were covered with bandages.

His father met him a half block away and they drove off. Two more years went by before he was hired by Landon Morton for a job. Someone needed to be silenced but it could never lead back to him so it couldn’t be anyone in his family. Bentley made the plans, put in the work and did the job he was hired for. Like his father, he had an offshore account for all these business ventures and after seeing the money in the account, Bentley sent a message to check the papers because there was an article about it. After that, Landon hired Bentley for more jobs and eventually was offered an in with the family. He was wary but took it, with the understanding that if a job came up, he wouldn’t be around. It worked for all. And then when Bentley got word that his father had a heart attack. With the family business, Bentley genuinely thought it either of their deaths would have come from another assassin, not something so normal. It threw him a bit, which meant he stayed around Landon a lot more, took less jobs though he did take them.

And then Elise came around and Bentley saw more than the pretty face that Landon saw. She had a brilliant brain under there and he liked the ideas she was offering up. It was stupid that she was constantly getting rejected so he started speaking up, offering up her ideas and commentary with his own twist so he wasn’t saying it word for word and hoped she understood what he was doing. Apparently she had because she never confronted him on it; at least not until afterwards. He liked Elise, had a lot of respect for her, which was why he did all that he had to get her ideas out there. It wasn’t a good idea to go against the boss, it usually meant a one way unplanned diving trip in the Hudson. And then Landon got arrested and tossed in prison and Bentley knew; he just knew that Elise was behind it all. He was impressed and never said a word about it. And then she started making her play for the throne. It’s been a couple years now they’ve all seemed to have settled into their new roles with ease. Bentley still takes the occasional side gig but not nearly as much as he had when he’d been a teenager or his early twenties. Back then, he’d had school as well and though he’d graduated with a generic leisure studies degree, he’d done it all because his father had wanted him to. He’d still managed to do all that and keep doing the work he’d found. These days, he has being Elise’s right hand and running the restaurant on her behalf, making sure the people who don’t know the truth, stay clueless and the ones that do know, don’t fuck it all up for everyone else.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: They’re being held hostage.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a notebook somewhere.
SAMPLE:

meh!

 

[Cali]