Ben came to Chicago about twenty years ago portending doom for Lodin's reign. At first he was treated with prestige and status by Prince Lodin who listened to his words with gravity eventually Lodin soured upon him claiming that he could only forsee the obvious. Making fun of Ben and his "visions" became a court past time and Ben went into seclusion. Most thought he had left the city but after Lodin's demise he emerged proclaiming that he had forseen the events. He was once again met with ridicule by the Camarilla but other kindred, namely the Anarchs and Caitiff, have begun listening very intently to his words.

Ben is a lean, handsome Filipino man of 28 years with black hair and soulful brown eyes. He is always smartly dressed, usually in a three-piece suit, in shades of white, cream, ivory, and bone. He wears several, large amber rings as well as amber cufflinks. Ben is proud of his nearly flawless English, only slightly accented, and carries himself as if he is a high priest of the unseen, with all the weight, gravity, and self-importance that suggests.