<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/23/AntonYelchin08TIFF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Wilkes<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>White Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 10:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rangers<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Oh. Hell. No.<em>What the shit is that?!</em>Ben was freaking out.<br/><br/>"Chill out, kid. You've got me in your corner. And your pals here. If we work together we can curb-stomp that fat boy, no sweat. Well, maybe a little sweat. And blood. Maybe a loose tooth or three. Just get in there!" the voice in Ben's head was not a very good motivational speaker.<br/><br/><em>Stop calling me 'kid', I'm a grown man!</em>Ben finally started asserting himself.<br/><br/>"Heh heh...that's the spirit, k...I mean, well, hm, how 'bout 'Doc'? You want to be a doctor or something, I gather. I can respect that...part of why I chose you. Potential, or whatever. Speaking of which, reach into your pocket and get out that thing you always carry around with you."<br/><br/>Ben was allowed freedom of mobility and chose to do as he was told, pulling out a badge that belonged to his father, a police officer who died in the line of duty. To serve and protect, something Ben always felt was a person's moral duty no matter their vocation. His take on that was more of the serving and post-protecting type, but still essential.<em>Okay, so what, I'm some sort of supernatural cop or something?</em><br/><br/>"Something like that, yeah. But cooler. That's your means of tapping into the full extent of the power we now share. You better activate it quick, that shit we pulled before ain't gonna cut it with this bad boy."