Nicknames: Beau
Birthday: May 31, 1999
Pronouns/Gender: he/him
Physical Description:
Beau looks the entitled rich kid he is, with all the privilege that comes with it. Tall and slim (but not particularly fit), he’s a little under six feet – but seems taller, due to the confidence he carries himself with. He’s attractive in an effortless way that actually takes hours to achieve. His hair is shoulder length, a deep and muted brown, tousled and careless; he sports a careful amount of five o-clock shadow along a chiseled jaw; light brown eyes are lined by long lashes; his skin is clear and perfect in a way most men don’t bother with.
Add to this his flashy clothing style, fine fabrics in designer styles, often mix and mashed so that they look vintage or grungy or like second hand shop finds. He wears vests and slacks mixed wit wild scarfs and heavy jewelry. He wears suspenders and long coats and pink satin. He wears shirts with the buttons undone almost to his navel, when he’s going out, and the way he dresses would get him in trouble – except that he has a way of avoiding trouble, of flashing a big cocky grin and getting out of the worst of it. Or winking and flirting. Or, maybe, of coming out of a fight without too much damage to self.
Occupation: Beau comes from money.
Personality:
On the surface, Beau comes across as flighty, shallow, self-centered – and all of these things are probably entirely true. He is the center of his own universe, and assumes everyone else would agree. Maybe they would: in this particular case, thinking can make things so.
He has confidence, that’s for sure. He’s the kind of guy who walks into a room like he owns it, introduces himself to strangers, and then promptly forgets everyone’s name. Or pretends to, at least. He only remembers the important things.
He’s never wanted for anything, and it shows. But he also does have an entertaining sense of humor, if sometimes a bit unkind. He knows how to have a good time, and how to show others one as well. He mixes amazing drinks.
Parties are his absolute favorite – throwing them, attending them, drinking and eating and dancing, perhaps. But he also loves other kinds of going out. Brunching is a great time; lounging by the pool. He enjoys theater, especially of the musical variety.
Backstory:
His parents – inattentive, but providing him with just about everything he could want, aside from their attention. Beau grew up in a huge home, went to the finest private schools, was taught by private tutors everything he might need to know to get into the best of colleges – which he then attended.
Through it all, he fooled around, had fun, and slacked off. He put in the bare minimum effort, and his family name and money made up for it. He got in trouble, and was helped out of trouble, and mostly he spent time on his own.
Here and there were friends. They didn’t stick terribly well.
All and all it was a coasting life that was made to pass better with a liberal amount of alcohol -- and drugs, something which started out as a for-fun adventure and slowly became something all-consuming. A little pick-me-up became a habit that he struggled to get through the day without.
Until about six months ago.
Six months ago, Beau held a rager to end all ragers. He took over an industrial building across the river and for eight days he turned it into a wild party. Sex, drugs, music. It was a mess, and there was a lot of cleanup, and only Beau's name got him out of the trouble it caused. Beau's name and the promise of rehab.
It's unclear, as of yet, if rehab will be something that sticks. 90 days inpatient followed by 90 days supervised by -- well, not his parents, but by someone his parents hired to follow him around -- and Beau hasn't yet proved that he can manage full on his own.
Stats:
- Power: -1
- Finesse: 1
- Mind: 0
- Arcane: 2