Honestly Poly, I might as well be stalking you.

Name: 
Benjamin J. Eldridge

Appearance:
By any standards, Benjamin can be considered average. Neither his height nor weight stands out, and though he is not loaded with muscle, he has some meat on his bones. His Caucasian skin is drsped tight over his prominent facial features, his chiseled jaw and sharp nose some of the more defining features. He has a scar across his forehead, something of a sore subject with him. Lack of sleep has given his eyes a permanently sunken look, though there is usually some energy behind it. He commonly dresses well, in at least a button up shirt and vest, if not wearing a full suit. His favorite suit, and most common attire is a white and black checked suit, with a light blue dress shirt, and navy blue tie.

Gender:
Male

Age: 
32

Occupation:
Once tied up in business that he would rather not bring up in front of any stray ears, he now rests on a thick cushion of cash. He does not solely rely on these funds, but he could easily live off of it for quite a few years, should he need to. He actually runs a private security business, albeit a new one.

Place of Residence:
Las Vegas, Nevada

Bio:
Born into Las Vegas, Ben has had an interesting life. His father was always running around on 'errands', and his mother commonly left him with a sitter while she walked the streets at night. Ben had learned to be independent early on, simply to adapt to the loneliness. He began to thrive off of it, though he did often end up hanging around the wrong crowd, getting into trouble early on with his hooligan-like behavior. 

His father had wanted Benny to get into something athletic, but Benny never picked up on that kind of stuff. He had been an intellectual from birth. Not exactly your human calculator intellect, more like politician intellect. When he wanted things done, they got done. This made him quite popular as he grew up, especially with the... Less than savory groups that he had a tendency to spend time with. Still, what did you expect from a kid who's parents were gone half of the time? Surely, it was their fault entirely.

It was his sixteenth birthday when Ben saw his father, for the first time in what had seemed like months. Though the reunion was unexpected, Ben had been hoping for more than a severed head. This was not the best time in his life, and the police taking his mother in for prostitution didn't help much either. For the past few years, he had been staying with one sitter, who insisted on Ben staying with her. He didn't really mind all that much- after all, she had basically been his family while his father was off on his business trips, and his mother was shamelessly 'buying groceries'.

But, soon enough, Ben grew distant, working on his own devices. His company only getting worse, Ben managed to end up in the right place at the right time. One of his crew was talking about some low life he had knocked over- ran a casino, and operated a nice little 'lemonade stand' out the back. The guy had been bragging about how he made a fortune off of some big boss by the name of Eldridge. Not a sentence further, and Ben was out the door, a gun loaded with vengeance at his hip. Before he got far, he was stopped. His mates didn't like him walking into a death trap like that. Wait, they said. We'll roll through his joint tactically, take him out in the crossfire, they said. 

The night Ben put a bullet between the eyes of his fathers killer, something else, much bigger happened. He didn't notice at first, but eventually, the man followed too close. At first glance, no one would think much of the man. He seemed normal enough. A bit tall, wearing a long trenchcoat and a fedora, not exactly too uncommon on the streets of Vegas. But this man... There was something about him that you can't exactly describe. Some oddity about him that makes you uneasy, the kind that makes people lock their car doors as they pass by. 

Though Ben tried his best to simply ignore it for the first month, he soon realized how harmless the thing was, and took to talking to it as it walked with him across the shady streets. One day, relaxing in his apartment, Ben saw the strange man make up the courage to actually come into the living area with him, rather than just watching him through a window. Ben made some conversation, knowing that he would be met with nothing but eerie silence. He was surprised to see the thing accept his offer when he extended a drink to the figure. That night, Ben came up with the brilliant idea of starting his security business, use it to corrupt the casinos of Vegas, but have it under the benevolent guise of avenging his father. He them accepted his strange visitor as more than harmless- it was his good luck charm.

It was his security business- Eldrige Enterprises- that brought him to Rainey. He had to go through the town to get to a meeting but had quite awhile that he had to stay before he was scheduled to make his exit.

[b]Stalker-[/b]
Name: 
Affectionately referred to as 'Flush' by Ben, though he has called him a variety of other names based around gambling, such as Jack, House, Ace, and even Lucky, once.

Appearance:
At first glance, Flush appears to be a normal man, of above average height. He is clothed in a long brown trenchcoat, as well as a fedora of the same shade. It seems that no matter what lighting he is in his face will always remain shrouded by shadow. Closer inspection will reveal a variety of oddities with him, some not always appearing- Excess limbs, growing and shrinking in height, flickering out of view every few seconds, a sense of nausea in the viewer, as well as shadows drenching the area around him, regardless of the amount of light exposure. No matter how you look at him, be it an errant glance or a long stare, there is always some indescribable quality about him that causes unease. Though this sense of insecurity is powerful at first, extended exposure instead gives qualities of overconfidence.