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Name: Eben Deniki
Age: 32
Species: Human
Face Claim: Aaron Tveit
Supernatural Status: Member of the Organization
Organization Status: Member of Science / Tech Department
Organization Technology: Blinding / Stunning / Deafening Device, Gravity Density Device, Diamond Edged Weapon
Eben was conceived after a brief affair between Loren Brown and Ikon Deniki. Loren was in a failing marriage and Ikon was something new and exciting. She met the survivalist when she was doing her rounds as a fire marshal to all the little north alaskan towns. Her truck broke down on the way to the only airport and she became stranded just outside the little town of Burrow. It airport had shut down for a month so there was no traffic on the ice Road to give her a tow and she was out of signal range. It was too cold and too far to walk so Loren sat slowly freezing in her truck praying someone would drive by until finally she passed out.
Waking she found herself in front of a warm fire covered by a thick downy duvet. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. After some investigation she realised she was in a isolated house out by the edge of an ice lake. The nearest lake to the town of Burrow was three days walk so Loren came to the conclusion that she was all alone with who ever owned the house. Armed with a fry pan Loren stood next to the door waiting for someone to come so she could steal their truck and flee back to civilisation.
Loren didn’t have to wait long. Ikon had been cutting firewood and when he brought it in he wasn’t expecting a poorly aimed hit to the shoulder with a fry pan. This was Eben’s parents first conscious interaction. Somehow it lead to them banging and thus unbeknownst to them at the time, Eben was conceived.
Loren took the first fight back to her old life when the sky got light again and the airport reopened. She had almost forgotten about Ikon and her stint in the Arctic Circle, that is until she started suffering from morning sickness. One pregnancy test later, Loren was regretting her life choices. She knew straight away that the baby was Ikon’s and not her husbands. They hadn’t been intimate in a while and to be honest she was happy it wasn’t his. They had been fighting a lot for the past few years and she was thinking about getting a divorce. She could have a new life with this baby away from the man she had married straight out of highschool.
She was six months pregnant when she moved out and started living by herself. A little two-up-two-down place within walking distance to her work place. Eben was born in the living room of that house three weeks premature. Loren had little health insurance so it was very touch and go for the first few weeks of his life but he was a tough little cookie so he pulled through. His mother put his father's name down as a surname in the hope he would draw strength from it.
Growing up with no father took its toll on Eben. He’d never met the man and his mother couldn’t tell him much beyond that he lived in Alaska and was a hermit. That didn’t sit well with Eben. His friends at school all had fathers who were loving and protective of their families even if they didn’t live together. Hell Eben didn’t have a picture of his father, just a name and the address of the nearest town. It frustrated Eben to no end. In school, this presented itself as Eben challenging the authority of any male he met. He got in trouble with teachers, got in fist fights regularly, much to his mother's dismay.
Sick of being called into the principal's office every other week, Loren packed up their stuff, sold her car and moved them both to Barrow, Alaska. The people up in there welcomed them to their inclosed community, remembering Loren from her previous visits as Fire Marshal. To Lorens surprise, being in this barren frozen town thawed out most of Ebens anger issues. She had been given a deputy position in the sheriff's office and Eben had been enrolled in the town’s only school. She had yet to built up the courage to drive out to Ikons place.
The first time Eben met his father it was completely by accident. He was seventeen and working in the town's general store. Many of the townspeople had suspected that Eben was Ikons son but Loren had refused to confirm it. So when Ikon walked into the store to restock just before the yearly blackout, the other customers held their breath waiting for something to happen. But Eben didn’t know what his father looked like and Ikon didn’t even know he had a son. As first meetings went theirs was a big let down.
By the time Eben was eighteen he had settled well enough into the community and the ways of the Alaskan people that Loren decided it was time for a meeting. She packed Eben up in the truck and drove him out to Ikons place. She left him in the truck and went back into the house she hadn't stepped foot in nineteen years. After some shouting and what Eben presumed was pot throwing his mother signaled him to come in.
Ikon was a mountain of a man and Eben definitely did not inherit anything from him that he could see. He towered over both Eben and his mother standing at a massive 6”9 as opposed to Eben’s 5”8 and Lorens 6”. Eben had seen him around the town once or twice, mostly before the sun crept below the horizon for the yearly thirty days of night. He’d heard many stories about the man and to be honest he didn’t think many of them were true.
Loren and Eben stayed with Ikon for a few weeks while everyone got to know each other. Eben found that he rather liked the man that was his father. He wasn’t a hermit at all really, he conducted research on the state of the arctic circle for the University of Wisconsin, sending them graphs and drawings on how the local fauna were reacting to climate change. He was incredibly smart, sadly something Eben didn’t inherit, writing several scientific papers which had been published in some pretty famous scientific journals. He was the complete opposite of the vibe he gave out and seemed to care deeply about Eben even though he'd know him for less than a month. Eben felt complete for the first time in his life.
Eben spent the next few years staying with his father every chance he that presented itself. He left Barrow to get a teaching degree and spent a year teaching on the california coast for about a year but moved straight back when one of the teachers retired and the town offered him a job. He lived in a house with his mother, much to the cargon of the local singles, and spent the weekend out by the lake with Ikon. He spent his days educating the youth and flirting with the sheriff's daughter. It was a peaceful existence but Eben felt he'd had enough turmoil in his life up till then. He thought he deserved the quiet life.
Life was good for Eben for a few years. He went from flirting to actually kissing the sheriff's daughter, he had his own sled dog and he was thinking about getting his own house. Of course this is when everything went to crap.
The town was gearing up for the yearly thirty days of night, Eben was driving out Ikons with supplies when something sideswiped his truck driving him into the soft snow at the side of the road. His truck was buried in the drift for two days before he regained consciousness after bashing his head against the window in the initial crash. Luckily his truck was well insulated and he was in his thermals, if he hadn't been he might have succumbed to hypothermia. Crawling out of the truck was quite a challenge, especially since it was dark and had two days worth of drift built up around the side that wasn't buried in the bank. Not knowing where he was or how far away he was from Ikons, Eben cracked a flare and started walking back towards town.
He felt like he’d been walking for days but finally he could see the outline of Barrow against the night sky in the distance. He could feel something was off as he got closer, there didn’t seem to any lights and all that he could hear were eerie shrieks and the whistling of the wind. What he saw when he got to the edge of town shocked him to the core. The town was shadowed in darkness, all that Eben could see was what was illuminated by the light of the dying red flare. They were pools of blood turning the snow a violent crimson, and Eben didn’t want to look at the bodies that were just out of sight. He forced himself to look when he got to the school though, there were just too many people lying stationary in the snow.
The first face that looked back at him with empty staring eyes was that of his co-worker. The visual damage was too much for Eben and he lost what little substance was in his stomach. While he was wiping the tears and bile from his face something grabbed him from behind and threw him across the street through the window of the general store. As he lay disoriented and bleeding out in amongst the packets of nacho doritos three things occurred to him; one: the last thing he had said to his girlfriend Estella hadn’t exactly been nice, two: after all the hardships he had put his parents though it was going to be all for nothing, three: he had no idea if any of the three of them were okay. Filled with regret his vision started to dim until finally everything went black.
Much to his surprise he didn’t die. Instead he woke a few days later in a dark bedroom he didn’t recognise. Moving was difficult, he was suffering from both injuries from the crash and from flying through the window. He saw that someone had patched him up, sloppily, but at least he wasn’t bleeding everywhere. Once he was out of the bedroom Eben realized he was in the little apartment above the general store. He’d had tea up here many times with the owner when he’d worked in the store as a youngster. Down the hallway he could see a low light creeping out from under the kitchen door. Keeping a hand on the wall to keep himself steady he walked to towards it, having no idea what was on the other side.
Luckily the three frightened faces on the other side of the door were faces he knew well. Lue and her twin brother Ros were in his english class and Aklark was part of the student council. All of them were under seventeen years old. “What the fuck is going on?” he said to them in a raspy voice as he collapsed in the last empty chair round the small kitchen table. The answer they gave him seemed so far fetched that he just laughed at them at first. Vampires didn’t exist outside storybooks and fairytales. Didn’t they? What the hell was happening here?
They quickly ran out of food, old Mr Warren didn’t keep much food anyway since it was just himself. The store downstairs didn’t have much food either, it looked like it had been raided long before Eben took his trip through the front windows. And that was left was damp toilet paper and a small mountain of flour. Eben knew that they couldn’t stay in the flat much longer. He had spent the last few days watching out the small window. There were two figures watching them. They circled and threw things but never entered where the four of them were hiding. Eben found that strange and had tried to remember everything he knew about vampires from literature. If the whole idea of them not being able to enter a person's dwelling was true then he reasoned they would be safe as long as they stayed indoors. That was all good in theory but now they had run out of food and they had to take their chances outside or face starvation which was deadly when combined with the cold.
They had a mish-mash of a plan. Eben had keys to Estella’s house, which out of the three different sets of house keys he had on his ring, was closest. With luck Estella and the Sheriff would be there and they hopefully would have some clue as to what was going on. He knew he was clutching at straws but none of them could come up with anything better. The three teenagers were so frightened at this stage that they were happy to hand all the decision making to the only adult. In his current state Eben knew they probably had a better chance of surviving than him, he could barely make it down the stairs. He didn’t know if he was going to make it past the doorway but the least he could do was be a shield for the teens as they made a break for it. Luckily Eben knew where the shotgun was pinned up under the counter in the store below so they at least would have some protection as they made a mad dash down the main street toward the Detire household.
Everything went well with the plan till they got to the door of his girlfriend’s family home. The door looked like it had been ripped from its hinges and there was a trail of blood that lead around the side of the house. A small pile of snow had gathered in the doorway, undisturbed till the four of them crashed through into the dark hallway. Eben lead the way along the silent hallway to the destroyed kitchen. The back door was in much the much the same state as the front.They could see a set of feet sticking out from what was left of the pantry door and there was blood stains high on the walls. It was obvious they wouldn’t be able to stay here. The house creaked and groaned around them as they stood in the doorway of the kitchen afraid to go in.
A gunshot for down the street makes them jump into action. The three teenagers noticeably avoided the feet so it was up to Eben to see who they belong to. Sheriff Duke Detire had been a strong man that the town had looked up to, Eben included, but in death he looked tired, old and worn by the world. Eben didn’t realise he was crying till a tear landed on the old man's face. Eben couldn’t look at him any more after than, he closed the man’s eyes and covered his face in a piece of cloth. It was difficult to accept that one of the most respected men had fallen in such a way and it didn’t boost Ebens confidence in their survival either. The outlook looked grim but Eben had to put on a brave face so the teens didn’t lose hope like he had.
From there the small group just moved from house to house. The majority of them had been broken into or in one case still had a vampire in them. It had leaped on Eben as he searched the upstairs of the house next to the bar. By some miracle he had managed to out maneuver it down the stairs and one of the others had blown off its head with the shotgun. Unfortunately the shot had also clipped Eben in the shoulder so he was bleeding from that wound and they didn’t have time to stop to patch it up.
That was three houses ago. It was too painful for Eben to move his arm and he was leaving a little trail of blood everywhere they went. Luckily they were coming close to his family home where he knew there was first aid supplies. Eben decided to just make a break for it since he was bleeding out so quickly. Strangely his house was still locked and in one piece. It was easy for them to get in, get warm and patched up. Too easy. Little did the quadro know they had been followed for quite a while. The blood trail had made it easy for them and the vampires gathered outside the house watching.
Two days before the sun was going to rise the vampires got tired of waiting for Eben and the others to leave the house so they set it on fire. The house was mainly made of wood so the fire spread fast consuming most of the bottom floor quickly. Forced upstairs Eben lead them to his bedroom. The window in it faced the neighbours old bungalow roof which was within leaping distance, Eben had jumped it himself on many occasions when he had been grounded. The three teens jumped from the bedroom window to the roof but Eben was too weak to make the jump so he started passing out from smoke inhalation on the bedroom floor screaming at the teens to run. His final thoughts before collapsing were of them and their safety.
He didn’t know when he woke up again or how he had even survived but he was in a strange hospital room in an unfamiliar city. The leaflets on the wall said Evermore Memorial Hospital but he didn’t know where Evermore was or even what state he was in. He really needed someone to tell him what the hell was going on and how the hell vampires existed. A woman calling herself MacKenzie was sitting at the end of his hospital bed and she was happy to shed light on the whole situation. The supernatural creatures of the page were alive and living among us and that Eben had barely survived his first encounter with them.
Eben wasn’t sure what state he’d find his hometown in so he decided to stay on in Evermore. MacKenzie offered to help set him up in exchange for his research skill which Eben was glad to give. There was no teaching positions available in the city, not even on a temporary basis so Eben took up a job with ECFD. He started out as just a normal rank and file member of the fire department but after a year or two he was promoted to Fire Marshal which involved a lot more paperwork and less firefighting. He investigates fires and sends reports to the organization whenever there is suspected supernatural involvement. He has become quite the expert in telling when a scorch mark was left by a initia or a phoenix.
When Sariah and Violet took over the Organization Eben wasn’t sure how things were going to work out. He had been friends with Kenzie and had grown comfortable with the way thing were. Within a few weeks he could see the huge difference the two friends were making to humanity's struggle against the supernatural. The two were very different and yet similar at the same time. Violet was quiet and very studious something which Eben appreciated, he’d spent a few evenings discussing literature with her in the large research library in HQ. Sariah on the other hand was louder and expressionate and always voiced her opinion. At times Eben felt way out of his depth when he spoke with her and tended to resort to sarcasm when he felt overwhelmed by her sheer intelligence. He still wasn’t sure of how he fit into the whole new way of thinking that had been brought in when the two took over but at least they all had a common goal and were working towards the same goals so he guessed that was something.
Intuitive ~ Watchful ~ Strong Willed ~ Noble
Brutal ~ Paranoid ~ Apathetic
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