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Name: Zyn Age: Well over 19 Contact: zynm84@outlook.com or pluk @ upending Timezone: EST (GMT) Other Character(s): Applied Raleigh.

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Name: Benedict Bridgerton Door: Right Canon: Bridgerton (Netflix) Canon Point: End of season 3 Age: 29 Appearance: Here History: Wiki CR AU (Optional): not applicable Personality: supportive: As shown throughout Season 3, Benedict continues to function as one of the Bridgerton family’s most emotionally perceptive members, even while he personally feels adrift. His interactions with Colin are especially telling. Benedict listens more than he speaks, rarely mocks Colin’s vulnerability, and never tries to impose his own solutions. When Colin struggles with his evolving feelings for Penelope and his discomfort with who he is becoming, Benedict offers grounded reassurance rather than teasing or judgment. This echoes Benedict’s long-standing role as a quiet confidant as seen earlier with Eloise. Yet at his current canon point, it feels more mature and restrained. He understands uncertainty intimately and therefore grants others the space to sit with it. His empathy is practical. He validates emotional confusion without demanding clarity or resolution, which makes him a stabilizing presence even when he lacks stability for himself. directionless: Benedict’s lack of direction is impossible to ignore. After leaving the Royal Academy of Art at the end of Season 2, he has not meaningfully replaced that passion with anything else, whether something new or something old. Unlike Anthony, who is bound by duty, or Colin, who is actively searching for purpose, Benedict appears stuck. He attends social events, engages in conversation, and participates in family life, but without a discernible trajectory. He just goes through the motions of the life that is expected of him without any target. It is reflected in how he speaks about his life. There is no sense of forward movement, only vague dissatisfaction. His artistic identity, once central to his sense of who he is, has been abandoned rather than evolved, leaving him without a framework for ambition. Season 3 presents Benedict as someone waiting for inspiration or permission instead of creating a path, reinforcing the idea that his greatest obstacle is inertia. avoidant: Benedict’s avoidance of commitment is deeply tied to his fear of expectations. This manifests in his continued reluctance to pursue anything that might define him, whether that is a career (which is a bit of a no no given his station), a serious romantic attachment, or even a firm stance on who he wants to be. His romantic encounters remain casual and undefined, and he consistently resists emotional depth that could lead to vulnerability or obligation. Benedict no longer frames his avoidance as rebellion or freedom, but as quiet evasion. He withdraws the moment something threatens permanence, suggesting that his charm and openness are conditional. Commitment would mean risking failure, and Benedict prefers uncertainty over the possibility of discovering he is not enough. escapist: Rather than confronting his dissatisfaction, Benedict leans heavily into escapism. He indulges in pleasure, social excess, and detachment as a way to dull his sense of dislocation. Canonically, this is shown through his tendency to drift from party to party, engage in witty banter, and seek distraction rather than introspection. While he is not reckless in the same way as earlier seasons, his indulgence has become quieter and more habitual. It is less about rebellion and more about avoidance, using enjoyment as as escape. This coping mechanism allows Benedict to remain charming and functional on the surface, but it also enables his stagnation. By choosing comfort over confrontation, he delays the emotional jump start that is necessary for growth, leaving him pleasant company but increasingly disconnected from a meaningful inner life. Powers and Abilities: just a rake... Benedict has no supernatural powers. His abilities are entirely rooted in intellect, creativity, and social skill. He is shown to be competent at fencing. He was raised in society and had a good education. Inventory: canvas, sketch pad, painting set Samples: NETWORK: benedict.bridgerton good day please do excuse my lack of decorum with this little thing i fear that i am quite out of my depth with respect to its use my name is benedict bridgerton and i would appreciate any assistance in the understanding of how to work this box for its like is entirely unknown to me yet i find that there are many items here that fall under that category LOG Somewhere, he had most certainly taken a wrong turn. At least, that was the only reasonable explanation Benedict Bridgerton permitted himself as he stepped along unfamiliar cobblestones. It was not London. That much was clear. Or, if it was, London had acquired a peculiar sense of humor overnight. The street before him stretched in angles he did not recognize—architecture too sharp in some places, too stark in others. No bustle of Mayfair, no gossiping matrons orbiting drawing rooms like anxious moons. Instead, a curious stillness. It was the sort that suggested he had wandered into the middle of someone else’s painting without permission. He adjusted his coat, gaze lifting with open, unapologetic interest. "Well," he murmured to no one in particular, because there was quite clearly no one in particular to murmur to. "Either I have discovered a new avant-garde movement… or I am very far from home." There was no panic in him. Benedict had never seen the utility in it. Confusion, yes. Fascination? Always. The air felt different here. Lighter, perhaps. Or heavier. It was difficult to decide which, and he rather enjoyed that uncertainty. Benedict Bridgerton. What could one say about him? Part of the rather large Bridgerton family. The second son. The spare, really. He took a slow step forward, boots echoing faintly against stone. If this was a dream, it was an unusually detailed one. If it was not—well. He had long suspected the world possessed far more corridors than polite society cared to admit. His fingers twitched as though reaching for charcoal that was not there. How does one sketch a place that does not behave? A faint smile curved his mouth despite himself. "Very well," he said softly, squaring his shoulders with theatrical resignation. "If I am to be lost, I insist upon being artistically so." He began walking without any clear destination, head tilted as he studied the lines of the unfamiliar skyline. There was a thrill in it, this absence of expectation. No one here seemed to know his name. No one here had already decided what a Bridgerton ought to be. For the first time all day, he felt unobserved. He slipped his hands into his pockets, posture easy, curiosity burning bright. Wherever he was, it was not dull. And that, at least, felt promising.