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Benjamin was a crook. The dirtiest scum this side of the galaxy had to offer, and he made no effort to hide it. Not that he boasted about it; no, Benjamin was no braggart. He handled everything with either a flashy smile or a snap of the trigger. In his mind, there was no need to make anything more complicated than this simple rule of thumb, and he enforced it with deadly severity. His crewmates admired and respected him; his enemies detested him for their fear; and his betters? There were none. No one had ever pulled a stunt on Benjamin Axis Baskerville and lived to tell about it--at least, not by mouth. One of Benjamin’s many trademark punishments for betrayal was a cut out tongue or cut off fingers, neither of which was done without other miscellaneous torture tactics.
He was one hell of a marksman, despite being blind in his right eye--the result of one battle scar too many. His aim was near flawless, and his precision was beyond deadly. Hand-to-hand combat with this fucker would undoubtedly leave you wishing you had been sent to the guillotine instead, for that would be a far more humane death, and quite a bit cleaner, to boot.
Perhaps one of Benjamin’s most recognizable habits would be that of his cigarette addiction--that is, if ‘addiction’ could barely scratch the surface of describing his obsessive smoking enslavement. The man could easily go through five to ten packs a day, if offered. We can only speculate just how he manages to elude the authorities without pausing for a breather and a hacking cough every few steps.
He was one hell of a marksman, despite being blind in his right eye--the result of one battle scar too many. His aim was near flawless, and his precision was beyond deadly. Hand-to-hand combat with this fucker would undoubtedly leave you wishing you had been sent to the guillotine instead, for that would be a far more humane death, and quite a bit cleaner, to boot.
Perhaps one of Benjamin’s most recognizable habits would be that of his cigarette addiction--that is, if ‘addiction’ could barely scratch the surface of describing his obsessive smoking enslavement. The man could easily go through five to ten packs a day, if offered. We can only speculate just how he manages to elude the authorities without pausing for a breather and a hacking cough every few steps.