Benedict Hollysmith's Questionnaire

Benedict lives in the Moray Trail Coast, in a Manor house just a few ways away from the closest village of Hopeman, Elgin. They have long decided that the country side is where their heart is, far away from the tax-hawkers in the city, or those vile unprivileged folks whom pretend to be of higher status...

Well, in actuality, they are quite the refined capitalist, masquerading as one of the country bumpkins. They have silver plates right? In anycase, his home is a stone-brick and British oak Manor house of a respectable size, with of course, quite the few rooms lavished in only the finest of pieces taken from cultures all around the globe. Painting of the Hollysmith bloodline are lined in the tall hallsways, eyeing those that pass by in bitter judgement.

Benedict Hollysmith has a couple of off-shore investments, and has a long line of both Research notes and books written that he receives royalties from. Not only that, but an esteemed Gentleman like himself is not privy to the occasional gambling with the good chaps in capitalistic politics.

Precious metals and ores mined at a low-cost, with hard labour sells well on refined hands and the napes of respectable folk. Yes, yes, to be a Hollysmith is to spend lavishly for amenities, but also, to strike more deals and get more money...

After all, Money rules the world, and Benedict has the roots of all evil.

For decades, Benedict has been screwing over the lower-class to reap the benefits of his namesake. Ambitious is but only a word for the Hollysmith name: Hunger is more appropriate; the unwavering hunger for wealth and power to a point of sickening those deemed... Uncivilized.

Benedict has killed before, many times in fact, but was there any evidence? Any witnesses? Well, only rumors— how else would their name be knighted? By being a simple man? No, but by making the correct deals, with the wrong kind of people.

When Death comes for Benedict, they had better be coming with a deal, because Hollysmith isn't going to let an opportunity pass him to get what he wants. A fair deal? Sure, you'd want that, but will you get it? No.

Benedict Hollysmith Senior forced the poor boy to shoot his dog in the face.

He threatened the child: "You are too soft, my dear boy, and you will learn to be a Hollysmith no sooner than I am willing to allow! You're 8, for God's sake! Start acting like it!"

The man had told him, handing the revolver to his grubby hands. For sure, Benedict had contemplated shoot their father, but, the tears welled up and they admitted their will— shooting the dog point blank...

There was no bullet. It was a prank... Happy Birthday.

It was a lesson to Benedict the Second: Sometimes hard times are only a lesson to be learned for the future, and when that day comes, make sure it isn't a blank.

They didn't find his father's body after all.