Name: Benjamin "Benji" Lloyd
Sex: Male
Species: Hyena
Ethnicity: African American
Age: 35
Position: Shango

Appearance: The words to describe Benji is just plain gorgeous. He oozes masculinity. He stands at 6ft 6 inches in height. His skin is the colour of chocolate, looks just as smooth and Benji himself looks just as tasty. He has extremely muscular upper arms and an amazing six pack from hours spent working out. He is completely bald and makes sure to shave his head should hair reappear. Benji has strong features, a large nose and thick lips, and eyes that are so brown they are almost black, and can be quite intense and intimidating. Benji's dress style really depends on his mood or what he has to do. He generally likes to wear jeans and tank tops, but will dress up in a nice suit when the occasion calls for it.
Personality: Benji is a tough guy. He's not the type you would like to meet in a dark alley. He can be cheerful and joking, flirty, but his beast is always lurking just below the surface, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Benji likes taking risks too, especially dangerous ones. Danger gives him an excitement buzz he can live on for hours. He's a gambler too, and has a knack for winning. Benji has a high allergic reaction to anything silver. He also pushes himself too far. If he believes something is right, and he can get it by kicking the crap out of someone, he will. He's frightening and has a short fuse, and a terrible temper when he's angry.
Powers: Benji has an excellent poker face. Unless you're alpha enough to smell it, you couldn't tell if he was bullshitting you or not. He's an alpha lycan and in absolute control of his beast. He is twice as strong, and twice as fast as a human. Benji can also partially shift his body.

Short History: Benji was born in Atlanta to a struggling family. His father was desperate to be a police officer like his father before him, his mother worked two jobs to make ends meet. Dad never quite made it to the force in Atlanta and could only get traffic duty. It was survival of the fittest. Benji dealt with it by being brassy, and a hard ass and was constantly in trouble. When he was eight his parents moved to New York. One of his mother's jobs was working for an advertising agency, and she was offered a big promotion. His father was livid, drank, cursed a lot and was generally very unpleasant about it. But Benji's mother never left him. Benji never knew why, nor did he care to. Hells Kitchen provided him a new ground to work on, where he fell in with a tough crowd, into guns, drugs, blackmail, extortion and any number of illegal deeds. A gang, for lack of a better word.

When Benji was 16 his father, when drunk, walked across a busy intersection and was killed instantly by the rush of traffic. Benji, nor his siblings, were sorry to see him go. And he got the impression his mother wasn't either. Benji didn't know his mother knew about his gang activities or not. Benji was always careful not to arouse suspicion or get caught. He kept in touch with his contacts in Atlanta, running drug rings between there and New York, developing associates that would help his people keep their position. When he graduated High School, he joined the police force just to piss on his father's grave, and he made it. Benji acted a go between for his gang and Atlanta contacts. He was the insider who looked the other way.

Whilst on a raid one night in his mid twenties, Benji was unaware that the criminals he was after were were-hyenas. He was scratched during a scuffle and infected. Benji just shrugged it off as something to deal with, but his first shift was harder than he thought. His gang didn't care about it, lycans and supernaturals on their team were a great help. They wanted Benji in control of his beast if he was going to be of any use to them. His Atlanta contacts put him in touch with the local Clan. Benji already knew Senga, the Oba, through his Atlanta contacts. He'd hung out with her a few times, they spent the night together if Benji was in town. They seemed to have something between them. But since Benji's real business was New York, the chance to develop it never really happened. Benji was advised to inform his superiors, who granted him a leave of absence which he used to spent several months in Atlanta, gaining control of his beast. Benji went back to New York and his job with a vengeance, he was tougher, crueller, and seemed to have a total lack of conscience and inhibition. He was constantly on report, had a number of complaints, and finally his superiors could take no more. They told him belt up or fuck off. Benji told them where to go. His gang felt he couldn't stay in New York, it would be too risky. So Benji's next natural move was to go back to Senga in Atlanta. She took him in, they finally had the chance to see if they had anything that would make a relationship, and Benji stepped up to the position of Shango.

Model:
Taye Diggs