As the sole heir to a family of small merchants, Beno Rakal was forced to learn the arts of commerce and negotiations. He was a prodigy in that, often being able to catch a deal his father couldn't. As such, his family soon became dependant on him. But he wasn't satisfied with his life. He was seeing it quickly passing by, without a chance of changing things; and he loved being in control. He never had quite the relation with his family, for what he remembers his father just used him beacuse of his talent while his mother just fed him.
"Mom, Dad... I'm out of here." He said one day, slamming his hand on the table. Astonished faces all around. He enjoyed that sensation, like he held them by a thread. "Is this another one of your jokes?!" His father was used to him saying this kind of things. "No, no, this time i'm serious." And just like that he closed the door behind him. He had already tried to leave his house, but something had him turn back every time. Not this time, at least I hope so. Hey, hey, fliers asking to take care of a problem? That would be an excellent first step to glory, i guess.
He's never used a weapon before, but he thinks about it just like another skill to pick up, up until now he's been succesful in anything he did. Beno follows diabolims, I would say he’s Cheliax ultimate product in that he admires systems of power and strong leaderships. He aspires to be one of those rulers one day, a tad too ambitious if I may say so. He respects the authority, it's just that his parents didn't bring anything to his life and he's grown full enough of himself that they're just no longer useful.