Post by Valcor on Jul 10, 2015 18:22:50 GMT -5
Name: Beau Moss
Race: Human
Age: 28
Birthplace: Chandrila
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Special Enforcement Officer, Sector Rangers
Rank: Ranger
Height/Weight: 6'1"/ 197 lbs.
Appearance:
(Jai Courtney playby)
As with most other facets of Beau's life, his appearance much reflects that of his bloodline. His jaw is strong and broad, his hair blonde and curly; both common traits for men of his lineage, but above all else, his eyes most reflect his father and family blood. Like every member of his family since recorded history of them has been marked, Beau's eyes shine a piercing light blue. While most of his genetic features reflect his family line, so too do his environmentally influenced ones.
Fitting his profession, and consequently that of his father and grandfather, Beau is rippling with strength. Forged first in the rural farms of Chandrila, then in the discipline of the academy, and finally in the fires of police service; Beau's physique is nothing to scoff at. While not the tallest man many have ever laid eyes on, due to his genetics as well, Beau is slightly broader than the average man of his height. The life of a law man will often do that however, and is not out of the ordinary among his peers.
Unlike his peers however, Beau has a rather off-putting presence, a boyish grin often displayed on his face, even when the time for such an expression has long passed. Due to his general disregard for danger to himself and others, Beau can appear hot headed or brash, often to the chagrin of any attempting to work with, or against him. Yet despite this, Beau has an immaculate service record and his resolve under pressure has yet to break, making him an invaluable asset in the field to the Sector Rangers.
Outside of uniform, Beau's attire is anything but consistent, largely being reliant on the time and place. Living alone in a rather modest apartment leaves Officer Moss with few expenses and allows him significant freedom with his apparel, with him owning clothes that could fit in at a bar or a formal dinner. These are rarely seen on Beau however, for he is a man of the law, and rarely treats himself to a night on the town.
Like his fellow Sector Rangers, Beau is never out of uniform when in the field. Whether it be his Riot Gear, formal dress, or any of his other various forms of battle dress, Beau always presents himself as a proud Sector Ranger, only diverting from such dress when operations require him to be undercover. However there is little uniformity in undercover dress so this largely depends upon the time and the mission.
Personality:
A calm, almost callous man, Beau is the last to acknowledge the seriousness of a situation, often preferring to laugh or joke off danger. This combined with his prejudice towards non-humans can lead to him being rather abrasive to those tasked to work with him, and down right infuriating to those on the wrong side of the law. Beau is fully aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage, goading criminals in his custody into fits of anger or rage in attempt to make them spill information. On the flip side, Officer Moss also treats those he works with in a similar fashion. This is largely due to Beau's constant need to prove to the universe that he is a better officer than his brother's ever could have been.
Beau's view of non-humans comes from the long line of men in his family. They had all worked in law enforcement, and regularly saw the worst society had to offer, and this often would leave them with sour tastes in their mouth of other species. In addition, the Moss' were not an incredibly educated family, largely relying on the women of their clan and the Ranger's school for knowledge. This combination of disproportionate views on alien crime, and the general ignorance of the clan has spawned quite a bit of prejudice among them towards any non-human they might come across.
To the chagrin of many tasked to work along side Beau, the Officer rather delights in the irritation of others. Beau has few hobbies of his own, and little makes him truly happy, leaving him a rather spite filled man who pulls what enjoyment he can out of his work. This takes the form of insensitive comments, to outright belittling, but is never taken to the point of kicking those who are down. When the downtrodden are come across however, Beau can be the visage of compassion, no matter the race of that which requires it. Above all else, Beau believes in the protection of those who need it, despite what his personal view of their species might be.
When push comes to shove, Beau is calm and precise, whatever his outside appearance might show. When pushing a suspect's buttons, it might appear as though he does so simply out of malice towards them or their heritage, but beneath it all, Beau seeks only justice for those victimized. One of the only ways to push the otherwise calculative officer to emotional brash action, is by denying punishment to those he sees as criminals. Escaping custody, exploiting legal loopholes, and blatantly taking advantage of protections allowed by the law are some of the easiest routes to bypass his respect for due process.
Above all his prejudice, ethnocentrism, chaffing attitude, and disregard for common courtesy, Beau is a man of the law, and holds himself to it in all but the most extreme of circumstances, if only to honor his brothers.
Ships/Vehicles: CS-12K Skipper
Equipment: AA-37 Heavy Blaster Pistol, Standard Issue Full Body Armor, Stun Pistol, two sets of handcuffs, Vibro-knife, Grapple gun, Stun Baton, EA-113 Precision Rifle.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Above Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Hand to Hand- Expert
Blaster Pistol- Expert
General Marksmanship- Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Detective Work- Expert
Interrogation- Adept
Biography:
Looking back from where he stands now, one might think Beau was the first son of his parents, like his father, Dan Moss, also a ranger in his day, and his father before him. However, this is not the case, for Beau was not the first son, nor was he even the second. Beau was born middle of his generations litter, the bronze medal out of 9 children, and the last to be male. When Beau emerged into the universe screaming and crying, his two eldest brothers, twins, Karl and Jude, both doomed to vie and compete for their father's funding to the academy, were already on their feet at the ripe age of 2 years old, a significant head start towards the academy on the newborn baby. This is not to say that Beau went unloved however, for at the time, his father was a kind and loving man, eager to see all his children flourish in his home.
For the first decade of his life, Beau was happy. The young boy cared little for the family mantle in the Rangers, and seemed content to live his own life his own way. Like his brothers, during the colder months, Beau attended the local school. His classes were small due to the sparse population of the area and received all the direct attention from his teachers a hyper young boy could hope for to succeed in his studies. With this proper nurturing, Beau was on the track to becoming the most educated man in the history of his family. He truly was set on his own path, not to be confined by his lineage, and he was happy to do so. Compared to how it would progress not long after his 14th birthday, Beau would find this time to be one of the happiest in his life.
School in winter, farm work and hunting in the summers, Beau liked his life. He got along well with his older brothers, both competing in just about everything, but rarely caring to do so with their younger brother. Both sought to be the best in the same sports, while Beau avoided whichever they competed in like the plague. Both sought to take the prettiest girl to the dance, while Beau was content not to go, and both set their eyes on the Ranger academy. As it would turn out, their competitive nature would be the downfall of not only themselves, but the entire foundation on which their family led itself.
Both youths perished on impact according to the coroner's report, and yet the pain the accident would inflict had only just begun. Losing a first born son had only rarely befallen the family once he was in the service of the Republic, but never before. When a Moss fell with the Rangers, the Republic took care of the family in his stead, ensuring another generation was spawned, but now, the Rangers weren't the ones who cost the family their son. Distraught, Beau's father snapped and as Beau will tell it, "Died when his sons did."
At the twins' funeral, Beau's father could barely hold himself together. Not only had the man lost two of his boys, so too had he lost the future he had invested so much in. When it came the Ex-Ranger's turn to speak before those who came to show their condolences, Beau's father collapsed into a fit of weeping. It was at this exact moment, the barely pubescent Beau realized his world as he knew it had ended.
To his father, Beau would never be ready to be a Ranger like his brothers, and he made this quite clear to the boy. Beau was constantly reminded of how well his brothers could have done whatever he was doing. When he learned to shoot, ever blaster shot was in the footsteps of his siblings, and never accurate enough. When he tilled the soil, it was never as much planted as his brothers could have done, but Beau was old enough to know where it stemmed from. Beau held no hate for his father, only pity for he man. Beau knew how bad his father hurt, and he knew no matter how hard he worked, he could never replace the loss of two sons, so he endured. Beau endured because he knew what it would mean for his mother, his sisters, and yes, even his father, if he did not.
For the latter part of his childhood, Beau was everything both his brothers and father had been. He managed the money when his father washed himself down in self pity at the local bar, he ensured his younger siblings did their homework when his parents had their weekly fight, and he trained for the academy when there was no one else to push him to do so. Yet despite this, Beau was always second string.
His aunts chastised his cleaning, found fault in every mistake he made, and even went far enough to blame him for their current money woes, which to be fair was partially true. Ever since the loss of his brothers, the Moss family had largely been without a work force. The family had never been affluent, and with only Beau working now, times were harder than they had ever been, and he bared the brunt of it.
From sun up to sun down, Beau worked. He tilled, he picked and planted. He watered and cared for every ounce of crop he could reach, but there was simply too much for one young boy. No matter how long he tilled, there was always more he couldn't. No matter how much he took to market, there was always that which he couldn't. And the family saw this. Beau understood though, but that did not mean he enjoyed it. He knew why his father could barely look at him, but that did not mean resentment for the man did not grow in his heart. He knew why his sisters grew frustrated with him when clothes could not be afforded, but that was not to say he didn't begin to detest their ungratefulness. Beau understood his family, and he despised what they did because of it.
On his 18th birthday, Beau was already filling out the application form to the Ranger's esteemed Academy. His test scores were in the top percentile, his physical exam, flawless, and yet just before he could submit the funds, his father stopped him. The shadow of the man that Beau had once called father refused to send in his application fee, claiming "Beau was not ready to be a Ranger". The boy was infuriated.
Beau had endured everything for his family and his father, and this was the final straw. In a fit of anger, Beau struck the patriarch in front of the entire clan, knocking the sickly drunkard to the ground. Standing over the ex-Ranger, Beau bellowed his long pent up emotions on the matter, silencing all present with his raw emotion as tears poured forth, and by the end, he was not the only one in such a state. When his father made no move to reply, Beau stormed over to the family safe he had long known the combination to in order to manage the family's finances, and unlocked it. Beau, in his emotional state, took everything the family had, despite their pleas for him to stop, in his mind taking back control of his life. If they did not see fit to treat him like the member of the family he saw himself as for so long, then he would no longer pretend to be so. Barking curses and insults at his family when they tried to stop him, Beau finally managed to take what he felt he was owed. With a bag of credits in one hand, and his application to the academy in the other, Beau left his family home, and has yet to return to this very day.
This was the end of the Moss clan as it had once been, for the penniless farmers scattered in the wake of Beau's storming out, and yet none brought charges against him, most wanting to put the pain of another brother's loss behind them. Only the father remains in the home now, having sold his land to competing farmers or the government to keep up his drinking habits, not that Beau knows of this or cares. The boy had no more ties to his clan.
Yet despite finally being free to make his own choices once again, Beau still turned to the family trade, however now he does so for himself, and not any father. Despite his general disgust towards what remained of his family, Beau, in the back of his mind, still felt an obligation to two members of it. His brothers. He respected them in his youth, looked up to them and what he knew they would become. Like any little brother, he always looked up to them, and the Rangers was his personal way of honoring them, even though he felt nothing for his living family any more.
In the Academy, Beau flourished. Without the oppressive presence of his father, or the constant requirement of care his other family members pulled him down with, Beau was able to hone himself and his skills far beyond either of his older brothers could have hoped to do. Compared to his fellow classmates, Beau might as well have been one of the instructors with how much he already knew. Cadet Moss had spent uncountable hours listening to his father's and grandfather's stories of Ranger duty, and had even received imparted knowledge on occasion. Beau could still recall his father chastising how he even made the bed in the morning, roughly barking, "His corner's weren't tight enough." or "The crease wasn't straight." and every time he heard this it was always followed with, "This won't pass at the academy." Before even attending his first class, Beau already knew a few of the older instructors, and which ones of those to avoid.
In addition to all of these advantages, Beau still held one that dwarfed all the other's. He was a Moss. There was not one plaque or award that a Moss had not received at one point or another from the Academy, and there was even a library named after his great grandfather who was the Dean long ago. When his name was read in class, Instructors would chuckle and ask if he was indeed related to the Moss family, to which he would, despite his current relationship with them, respond with "yes." Due to this, Beau was never without resources to succeed. When he wanted to meet with a instructor, they would oblige, when he needed outside training time at the range, there was always someone willing to oversee him. Beau was not the smartest student in his class, nor was he the fastest or the strongest, but he worked longer and harder than anyone else did. Due to this, when graduating time came around, it was Beau who held the top scores in every area.
When someone was faster in the obstacle course, Beau would run it a hundred times over until his body failed under him. When someone was more accurate than him, he would exhaust dozens of plasma magazines long into the night. Beau did none of this to prove he was better than his classmates however; Beau needed to prove to himself that he deserved to be at this academy and not his brothers. The Cadet would spend any time he had free sitting and thinking what more he could be doing, what more he could do to prove to fate or whatever would judge him in his final days, that he deserved to be where he was.
Beau finally graduated after two long years of training, and it could not come too soon for him. The now titled, "Officer" Moss, after so long of being held back from what he felt was his duty for his entire teenage and young adult life, was chomping at the bit for work, and it would come all too soon.
The day after, Beau was given his assignment, a rather uneventful one compared to his later jobs however. Like many recruits before him, Beau was assigned to a veteran Ranger with more than 5 years on the force. His was a gruff, no-nonsense man by the name of Hannon Fisk. Officer Fisk had also been raised on a farm like Beau so the Corps. thought the two would work well together. Yet they could have not been more wrong. When Beau saw Hannon, all he saw was a reflection of his father, another patriarch trying to tell him he was no good, and when Hannon looked back, all he saw was some young upstart kid who thought he was better than he was. From day one the pair were at each other's throats.
No matter what mission the pair were on, Officers Moss and Fisk saw fit to go their own ways, both realizing working as one might as well have been a death sentence for the pair. For 5 years this continued, leading Beau to develop a much more individual style of policing, relying only on himself in the field. It was shortly before he was to be rotated to another sector that his life would change once again.
When Officer Moss arrived on the scene, he did not find Fisk standing over the outlaw like he had expected, but instead the outlaw fleeing down the street, and his partner dying in his wake. Faced with the choice of following the man or tending to his partner, Beau barely hesitated. As quickly as he could, he radioed the local police force to send help and knelt down beside Fisk. Despite all that had happened between the two of them, to Moss, Fisk was still a Ranger, and Ranger's don't leave men behind. As it would turn out, the first aid Moss applied to Fisk would save his life, but cost that of the man the long gone Bounty Hunter was sent after. It was this very action that got both Fisk and Moss reassigned from the sector, but only Moss was promoted.
Due to his performance in the sector over the last few years, Moss had caught the attention of the Special Enforcement Officers, the specialists of the Rangers. The group was always looking for new recruits to fill their ranks, and when they received the glowing recommendation from none other than Officer Fisk, who was known to hate Moss, they gladly extended the young man the opportunity.
No longer confined to his own sector, Beau Moss flourished once more within the SEO's ranks, lone wolfing every mission to it's completion and earning himself the admiration of the brass themselves. For three years Officer Moss has served, and is well on his way to the leadership of the Rangers, but as always, his focus is on justice and the enforcing of it.
Roleplay Sample:
"You ain't done nothin', you ain't done nothin'. Yeah yeah I've heard it before gecko." Beau said rolling his eyes as he walked the cuffed trandoshan out of the bar he had found the detestable creature festering inside of. This beast had been at the top of Beau's wanted list for quite some time, and had been avoiding all other law enforcement rather well. Were it not for Beau's habit of prowling bars for wanted men anyway, the lizard might have been able to slip the noose once again.
With a low growl of anger at both his own capture and Officer Moss himself, the Trandoshan made every effort to be moved an arduous one on Beau's side. Despite this, Beau continued to push the reptilian criminal onward and outward towards his craft awaiting outside. Despite the less than pleased glares coming from the rest of the bar's patrons, Beau continued with his captive towards the exit.
Something about finally completing what months of observation and tracking had led up to, just scratched that special itch Officer Moss in his mind. He had stalked this scum bag from one sector to another, from one planet to another before finally picking this very moment to take him. Beau knew the bar they were in, and many of the patrons as well. These were no bounty hunters or professional criminals, and as such, Officer Moss held no fear of them as he strode out with one of their fellow patrons into the street.
Outside was parked a rather plain speeder utilized by most Sector Rangers, but now it was this Trandoshan's prison. Once locked away, Officer Moss grinned widely to himself behind his helm as he rather roughly ripped the beasts cuffs from his hands, eliciting a yelp from the captive. "Aw don't whine." Beau groaned, "You scaleis are supposed to be tough." The Officer continued as he twirled the pair of metal rings around one finger, taking his seat in the drivers side of his speeder before shooting off into the traffic of downtown, a roaring lizard in tow.
Race: Human
Age: 28
Birthplace: Chandrila
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Special Enforcement Officer, Sector Rangers
Rank: Ranger
Height/Weight: 6'1"/ 197 lbs.
Appearance:
(Jai Courtney playby)
As with most other facets of Beau's life, his appearance much reflects that of his bloodline. His jaw is strong and broad, his hair blonde and curly; both common traits for men of his lineage, but above all else, his eyes most reflect his father and family blood. Like every member of his family since recorded history of them has been marked, Beau's eyes shine a piercing light blue. While most of his genetic features reflect his family line, so too do his environmentally influenced ones.
Fitting his profession, and consequently that of his father and grandfather, Beau is rippling with strength. Forged first in the rural farms of Chandrila, then in the discipline of the academy, and finally in the fires of police service; Beau's physique is nothing to scoff at. While not the tallest man many have ever laid eyes on, due to his genetics as well, Beau is slightly broader than the average man of his height. The life of a law man will often do that however, and is not out of the ordinary among his peers.
Unlike his peers however, Beau has a rather off-putting presence, a boyish grin often displayed on his face, even when the time for such an expression has long passed. Due to his general disregard for danger to himself and others, Beau can appear hot headed or brash, often to the chagrin of any attempting to work with, or against him. Yet despite this, Beau has an immaculate service record and his resolve under pressure has yet to break, making him an invaluable asset in the field to the Sector Rangers.
Outside of uniform, Beau's attire is anything but consistent, largely being reliant on the time and place. Living alone in a rather modest apartment leaves Officer Moss with few expenses and allows him significant freedom with his apparel, with him owning clothes that could fit in at a bar or a formal dinner. These are rarely seen on Beau however, for he is a man of the law, and rarely treats himself to a night on the town.
Like his fellow Sector Rangers, Beau is never out of uniform when in the field. Whether it be his Riot Gear, formal dress, or any of his other various forms of battle dress, Beau always presents himself as a proud Sector Ranger, only diverting from such dress when operations require him to be undercover. However there is little uniformity in undercover dress so this largely depends upon the time and the mission.
Personality:
A calm, almost callous man, Beau is the last to acknowledge the seriousness of a situation, often preferring to laugh or joke off danger. This combined with his prejudice towards non-humans can lead to him being rather abrasive to those tasked to work with him, and down right infuriating to those on the wrong side of the law. Beau is fully aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage, goading criminals in his custody into fits of anger or rage in attempt to make them spill information. On the flip side, Officer Moss also treats those he works with in a similar fashion. This is largely due to Beau's constant need to prove to the universe that he is a better officer than his brother's ever could have been.
Beau's view of non-humans comes from the long line of men in his family. They had all worked in law enforcement, and regularly saw the worst society had to offer, and this often would leave them with sour tastes in their mouth of other species. In addition, the Moss' were not an incredibly educated family, largely relying on the women of their clan and the Ranger's school for knowledge. This combination of disproportionate views on alien crime, and the general ignorance of the clan has spawned quite a bit of prejudice among them towards any non-human they might come across.
To the chagrin of many tasked to work along side Beau, the Officer rather delights in the irritation of others. Beau has few hobbies of his own, and little makes him truly happy, leaving him a rather spite filled man who pulls what enjoyment he can out of his work. This takes the form of insensitive comments, to outright belittling, but is never taken to the point of kicking those who are down. When the downtrodden are come across however, Beau can be the visage of compassion, no matter the race of that which requires it. Above all else, Beau believes in the protection of those who need it, despite what his personal view of their species might be.
When push comes to shove, Beau is calm and precise, whatever his outside appearance might show. When pushing a suspect's buttons, it might appear as though he does so simply out of malice towards them or their heritage, but beneath it all, Beau seeks only justice for those victimized. One of the only ways to push the otherwise calculative officer to emotional brash action, is by denying punishment to those he sees as criminals. Escaping custody, exploiting legal loopholes, and blatantly taking advantage of protections allowed by the law are some of the easiest routes to bypass his respect for due process.
Above all his prejudice, ethnocentrism, chaffing attitude, and disregard for common courtesy, Beau is a man of the law, and holds himself to it in all but the most extreme of circumstances, if only to honor his brothers.
Ships/Vehicles: CS-12K Skipper
Equipment: AA-37 Heavy Blaster Pistol, Standard Issue Full Body Armor, Stun Pistol, two sets of handcuffs, Vibro-knife, Grapple gun, Stun Baton, EA-113 Precision Rifle.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Above Average
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Hand to Hand- Expert
Blaster Pistol- Expert
General Marksmanship- Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Detective Work- Expert
Interrogation- Adept
Biography:
3rd Place
The Moss family had always been an uncomplicated one since it's immigration to lush rural world of Chandrila. A patriarchal clan pioneered by the first son of every generation, the Moss family lived simply. The clan owned a home far from town and was largely content to stay uninvolved with Chandrilian life, largely to their benefit as their footprint on the planet was reduced enough to allow for such a family as big as their own. Every member had their place in the house until they were old enough. The first son was the bread winner, first working the fields before graduating to the local Ranger school to begin his duty as a Sector Ranger, the family business for as far as history could record. Any male blood after the first was regulated to farming and local work, managing the family home, and caring for the women. Then there were the daughters, who largely served only to be married off. Since humans had made landfall on the planet, this was the way of life for the Mosses, and when Beau was born, nothing was fit to change. However, fate has a cruel way of disrupting systems.Looking back from where he stands now, one might think Beau was the first son of his parents, like his father, Dan Moss, also a ranger in his day, and his father before him. However, this is not the case, for Beau was not the first son, nor was he even the second. Beau was born middle of his generations litter, the bronze medal out of 9 children, and the last to be male. When Beau emerged into the universe screaming and crying, his two eldest brothers, twins, Karl and Jude, both doomed to vie and compete for their father's funding to the academy, were already on their feet at the ripe age of 2 years old, a significant head start towards the academy on the newborn baby. This is not to say that Beau went unloved however, for at the time, his father was a kind and loving man, eager to see all his children flourish in his home.
For the first decade of his life, Beau was happy. The young boy cared little for the family mantle in the Rangers, and seemed content to live his own life his own way. Like his brothers, during the colder months, Beau attended the local school. His classes were small due to the sparse population of the area and received all the direct attention from his teachers a hyper young boy could hope for to succeed in his studies. With this proper nurturing, Beau was on the track to becoming the most educated man in the history of his family. He truly was set on his own path, not to be confined by his lineage, and he was happy to do so. Compared to how it would progress not long after his 14th birthday, Beau would find this time to be one of the happiest in his life.
School in winter, farm work and hunting in the summers, Beau liked his life. He got along well with his older brothers, both competing in just about everything, but rarely caring to do so with their younger brother. Both sought to be the best in the same sports, while Beau avoided whichever they competed in like the plague. Both sought to take the prettiest girl to the dance, while Beau was content not to go, and both set their eyes on the Ranger academy. As it would turn out, their competitive nature would be the downfall of not only themselves, but the entire foundation on which their family led itself.
Clan Broken
On their 16th birthday, receiving their licenses to drive speeders simultaneously, the twin brothers eagerly went out with the money they had saved from their work on the farm, and bought themselves a pair of speeders. The set were not brand new, nor were they even incredibly fast, having been bought from a man who kept them in a shed, but they drove, and they could be raced, and to the brothers, that was all that mattered. Not an hour after their proud purchase, the pair were out speeding recklessly around town, racing each other to any road sign they could spot. However, due to their drilled in competitive nature, not even these simple races could go on long before the boys were at each other's throats, both trying to prove his superiority over the other at any cost. Soon simple races turned into a violent demolition derby, with both boys slamming their speeders into the other. Where before the boys competition could be reeled in, or at worst only caused a few bruises and broken bones, with their speeders, it was different. Too distracted trying to outdo the other, both soon paid the path they followed less and less attention until a hill naught but a mile from the home where they were raised caught them off guard.Both youths perished on impact according to the coroner's report, and yet the pain the accident would inflict had only just begun. Losing a first born son had only rarely befallen the family once he was in the service of the Republic, but never before. When a Moss fell with the Rangers, the Republic took care of the family in his stead, ensuring another generation was spawned, but now, the Rangers weren't the ones who cost the family their son. Distraught, Beau's father snapped and as Beau will tell it, "Died when his sons did."
At the twins' funeral, Beau's father could barely hold himself together. Not only had the man lost two of his boys, so too had he lost the future he had invested so much in. When it came the Ex-Ranger's turn to speak before those who came to show their condolences, Beau's father collapsed into a fit of weeping. It was at this exact moment, the barely pubescent Beau realized his world as he knew it had ended.
No Substitute
The freedom of choice Beau had been so foolish as to believe he had the right to was ripped from him. His dreams of University and a life outside the rules of his father came crashing back down to reality. Where his father had once allowed him to study and roam their land freely, now he regulated every place he went. Once home from school, it was right to work. It didn't matter whether it was season for farming or not, something was always to be done, some lesson always to be taught. At first it was the home. Faucets needed tweaking, shutters painting, piping replaced, and after a year, and practically replacing the whole house, Beau once again held a glimmer of hope that he might once again have freedom for other activities. This too in hindsight was a foolish dream as well.To his father, Beau would never be ready to be a Ranger like his brothers, and he made this quite clear to the boy. Beau was constantly reminded of how well his brothers could have done whatever he was doing. When he learned to shoot, ever blaster shot was in the footsteps of his siblings, and never accurate enough. When he tilled the soil, it was never as much planted as his brothers could have done, but Beau was old enough to know where it stemmed from. Beau held no hate for his father, only pity for he man. Beau knew how bad his father hurt, and he knew no matter how hard he worked, he could never replace the loss of two sons, so he endured. Beau endured because he knew what it would mean for his mother, his sisters, and yes, even his father, if he did not.
For the latter part of his childhood, Beau was everything both his brothers and father had been. He managed the money when his father washed himself down in self pity at the local bar, he ensured his younger siblings did their homework when his parents had their weekly fight, and he trained for the academy when there was no one else to push him to do so. Yet despite this, Beau was always second string.
His aunts chastised his cleaning, found fault in every mistake he made, and even went far enough to blame him for their current money woes, which to be fair was partially true. Ever since the loss of his brothers, the Moss family had largely been without a work force. The family had never been affluent, and with only Beau working now, times were harder than they had ever been, and he bared the brunt of it.
From sun up to sun down, Beau worked. He tilled, he picked and planted. He watered and cared for every ounce of crop he could reach, but there was simply too much for one young boy. No matter how long he tilled, there was always more he couldn't. No matter how much he took to market, there was always that which he couldn't. And the family saw this. Beau understood though, but that did not mean he enjoyed it. He knew why his father could barely look at him, but that did not mean resentment for the man did not grow in his heart. He knew why his sisters grew frustrated with him when clothes could not be afforded, but that was not to say he didn't begin to detest their ungratefulness. Beau understood his family, and he despised what they did because of it.
On his 18th birthday, Beau was already filling out the application form to the Ranger's esteemed Academy. His test scores were in the top percentile, his physical exam, flawless, and yet just before he could submit the funds, his father stopped him. The shadow of the man that Beau had once called father refused to send in his application fee, claiming "Beau was not ready to be a Ranger". The boy was infuriated.
True Freedom
In his mind, Beau had done everything asked of him. He managed the family, he worked the farm, he trained for this, and now he wasn't ready? Beau did not even particularly enjoy caring for his family. They were uneducated, never showed him an inkling of the respect he felt he deserved from them, and above all else, he felt like an outcast. No matter how hard he seemed to work, no matter how much like his brothers he became, he was always the bronze medal, and even the women of his family saw fit to remind him of this. Beau had endured everything for his family and his father, and this was the final straw. In a fit of anger, Beau struck the patriarch in front of the entire clan, knocking the sickly drunkard to the ground. Standing over the ex-Ranger, Beau bellowed his long pent up emotions on the matter, silencing all present with his raw emotion as tears poured forth, and by the end, he was not the only one in such a state. When his father made no move to reply, Beau stormed over to the family safe he had long known the combination to in order to manage the family's finances, and unlocked it. Beau, in his emotional state, took everything the family had, despite their pleas for him to stop, in his mind taking back control of his life. If they did not see fit to treat him like the member of the family he saw himself as for so long, then he would no longer pretend to be so. Barking curses and insults at his family when they tried to stop him, Beau finally managed to take what he felt he was owed. With a bag of credits in one hand, and his application to the academy in the other, Beau left his family home, and has yet to return to this very day.
This was the end of the Moss clan as it had once been, for the penniless farmers scattered in the wake of Beau's storming out, and yet none brought charges against him, most wanting to put the pain of another brother's loss behind them. Only the father remains in the home now, having sold his land to competing farmers or the government to keep up his drinking habits, not that Beau knows of this or cares. The boy had no more ties to his clan.
Yet despite finally being free to make his own choices once again, Beau still turned to the family trade, however now he does so for himself, and not any father. Despite his general disgust towards what remained of his family, Beau, in the back of his mind, still felt an obligation to two members of it. His brothers. He respected them in his youth, looked up to them and what he knew they would become. Like any little brother, he always looked up to them, and the Rangers was his personal way of honoring them, even though he felt nothing for his living family any more.
In the Academy, Beau flourished. Without the oppressive presence of his father, or the constant requirement of care his other family members pulled him down with, Beau was able to hone himself and his skills far beyond either of his older brothers could have hoped to do. Compared to his fellow classmates, Beau might as well have been one of the instructors with how much he already knew. Cadet Moss had spent uncountable hours listening to his father's and grandfather's stories of Ranger duty, and had even received imparted knowledge on occasion. Beau could still recall his father chastising how he even made the bed in the morning, roughly barking, "His corner's weren't tight enough." or "The crease wasn't straight." and every time he heard this it was always followed with, "This won't pass at the academy." Before even attending his first class, Beau already knew a few of the older instructors, and which ones of those to avoid.
In addition to all of these advantages, Beau still held one that dwarfed all the other's. He was a Moss. There was not one plaque or award that a Moss had not received at one point or another from the Academy, and there was even a library named after his great grandfather who was the Dean long ago. When his name was read in class, Instructors would chuckle and ask if he was indeed related to the Moss family, to which he would, despite his current relationship with them, respond with "yes." Due to this, Beau was never without resources to succeed. When he wanted to meet with a instructor, they would oblige, when he needed outside training time at the range, there was always someone willing to oversee him. Beau was not the smartest student in his class, nor was he the fastest or the strongest, but he worked longer and harder than anyone else did. Due to this, when graduating time came around, it was Beau who held the top scores in every area.
When someone was faster in the obstacle course, Beau would run it a hundred times over until his body failed under him. When someone was more accurate than him, he would exhaust dozens of plasma magazines long into the night. Beau did none of this to prove he was better than his classmates however; Beau needed to prove to himself that he deserved to be at this academy and not his brothers. The Cadet would spend any time he had free sitting and thinking what more he could be doing, what more he could do to prove to fate or whatever would judge him in his final days, that he deserved to be where he was.
Beau finally graduated after two long years of training, and it could not come too soon for him. The now titled, "Officer" Moss, after so long of being held back from what he felt was his duty for his entire teenage and young adult life, was chomping at the bit for work, and it would come all too soon.
The day after, Beau was given his assignment, a rather uneventful one compared to his later jobs however. Like many recruits before him, Beau was assigned to a veteran Ranger with more than 5 years on the force. His was a gruff, no-nonsense man by the name of Hannon Fisk. Officer Fisk had also been raised on a farm like Beau so the Corps. thought the two would work well together. Yet they could have not been more wrong. When Beau saw Hannon, all he saw was a reflection of his father, another patriarch trying to tell him he was no good, and when Hannon looked back, all he saw was some young upstart kid who thought he was better than he was. From day one the pair were at each other's throats.
No matter what mission the pair were on, Officers Moss and Fisk saw fit to go their own ways, both realizing working as one might as well have been a death sentence for the pair. For 5 years this continued, leading Beau to develop a much more individual style of policing, relying only on himself in the field. It was shortly before he was to be rotated to another sector that his life would change once again.
Promotion
At the time, Moss and Fisk had been tasked to hunt down a notorious bounty hunter known to be in the sector at the time, and as such had set about hunting him down their own ways. With experience and age on his side, Fisk arrived on the man first, but only by mere minutes, with Moss hot on his trail. Eager to show up the youngster once again, Fisk made himself known to the bounty hunter by blasting him with his stun gun from an alley way. As the outlaw dropped to the ground, Fisk holstered his weapon and approached the body, assuming the job complete, but was unprepared for what happened next. As it would turn out, the bounty hunter was quite familiar with police, and their equipment, and had tuned his armor to protect him from a single low power stun blast, merely feigning unconsciousness. When Fisk became aware of this, it was already far too late, and he was sporting a fresh hole in his body because of it.When Officer Moss arrived on the scene, he did not find Fisk standing over the outlaw like he had expected, but instead the outlaw fleeing down the street, and his partner dying in his wake. Faced with the choice of following the man or tending to his partner, Beau barely hesitated. As quickly as he could, he radioed the local police force to send help and knelt down beside Fisk. Despite all that had happened between the two of them, to Moss, Fisk was still a Ranger, and Ranger's don't leave men behind. As it would turn out, the first aid Moss applied to Fisk would save his life, but cost that of the man the long gone Bounty Hunter was sent after. It was this very action that got both Fisk and Moss reassigned from the sector, but only Moss was promoted.
Due to his performance in the sector over the last few years, Moss had caught the attention of the Special Enforcement Officers, the specialists of the Rangers. The group was always looking for new recruits to fill their ranks, and when they received the glowing recommendation from none other than Officer Fisk, who was known to hate Moss, they gladly extended the young man the opportunity.
No longer confined to his own sector, Beau Moss flourished once more within the SEO's ranks, lone wolfing every mission to it's completion and earning himself the admiration of the brass themselves. For three years Officer Moss has served, and is well on his way to the leadership of the Rangers, but as always, his focus is on justice and the enforcing of it.
Roleplay Sample:
"You ain't done nothin', you ain't done nothin'. Yeah yeah I've heard it before gecko." Beau said rolling his eyes as he walked the cuffed trandoshan out of the bar he had found the detestable creature festering inside of. This beast had been at the top of Beau's wanted list for quite some time, and had been avoiding all other law enforcement rather well. Were it not for Beau's habit of prowling bars for wanted men anyway, the lizard might have been able to slip the noose once again.
With a low growl of anger at both his own capture and Officer Moss himself, the Trandoshan made every effort to be moved an arduous one on Beau's side. Despite this, Beau continued to push the reptilian criminal onward and outward towards his craft awaiting outside. Despite the less than pleased glares coming from the rest of the bar's patrons, Beau continued with his captive towards the exit.
Something about finally completing what months of observation and tracking had led up to, just scratched that special itch Officer Moss in his mind. He had stalked this scum bag from one sector to another, from one planet to another before finally picking this very moment to take him. Beau knew the bar they were in, and many of the patrons as well. These were no bounty hunters or professional criminals, and as such, Officer Moss held no fear of them as he strode out with one of their fellow patrons into the street.
Outside was parked a rather plain speeder utilized by most Sector Rangers, but now it was this Trandoshan's prison. Once locked away, Officer Moss grinned widely to himself behind his helm as he rather roughly ripped the beasts cuffs from his hands, eliciting a yelp from the captive. "Aw don't whine." Beau groaned, "You scaleis are supposed to be tough." The Officer continued as he twirled the pair of metal rings around one finger, taking his seat in the drivers side of his speeder before shooting off into the traffic of downtown, a roaring lizard in tow.
Interesting choice, and I can certainly see some interesting in character tension arising from it. Where does that attitude come from, though? There's nothing like it mentioned anywhere in the bio. Reading up on Chandrila, it seems entirely possible he might never have actually MET a non-human until he made his way off world. But there's a bit of a progression from just not being USED to them, even being a little put off by them as a result, to deciding he doesn't like them. Besides, men of his family have presumably been working with those bug-eyed weirdos in the service since time immemorial. So what happened?
