Name: Beck Tillman Age: 30 years old Gender: Non-Binary, He/they/she Occupation: Horse Trainer at Crown B Ranch Affiliation: Hand for Cowboy Mafia Faceclaim: Julien Baker Height: 5'0 Build: Petite, lean, athletic Sexuality: Queer Smokes: Yes Drinks: Yes Tattoos: Full sleeves, hands and several more all over their body Piercings: Ears (Plugs)
BIOGRAPHY.
Born into a name that never felt like their own, expectations attached to a perceived gender that didn't fit, Beck knew from an early age that they were different, and to them, it was a blessing. Their family didn't much bat an eye, and Lucas was happy to treat Beck as a little brother. It was what he'd wanted, after all.
The Tillmans were vagabonds by heart and cowboys by trade. Where the older one went, the younger one followed. Beck idolized Lucas. They grew up wanting to be just like him. A decade older, he was larger than life to them. He was their idol. They couldn't account for just how similar the two would eventually become. Beck always walked to the beat of their own drum, or maybe they walked to the beat of Lucas' drum. Not that they'd even have known to say that at the time.
It made sense for Beck to start to work with horses. They were good at it, and it spoke to them. Slowly, they built their career. At eighteen, they left home and managed to work for one of the top cutting horse trainers in the country. They widened their skills and took jobs with reined cowhorse trainers, ropers, and so on. They learned the horse heart and soul, and became what they always wanted to be: a horseman.
It was a complete shock to their system when their older brother was arrested. A constant presence in their life was suddenly gone. While they'd heard rumors of what their older brother was up to they never really thought that was accurate. Beck should've known there was parts of his life that Lucas couldn't share with them, but still, it hurt. Seeing him behind bars broke their heart. They visited whenever they could, swearing they'd fight for his freedom.
But the fight never even got started. Lucas was killed in prison. The loss they felt when he was behind bars amplified and stirred in them like a roaring fire. They took it upon themselves to find out what happened to him. That put Beck directly into the hands of the Cowboy Mafia. They got their brand smuggling more drugs than they could've used in ten lifetimes in the trailer with the horses they were transporting. It was a perfect cover, and a task they're happy to repeat as needed.
It was a dream for Beck to get a job with Crown B and help build a horse program that they could be proud of. It took them from just another ragtag trainer fighting for a client list to steady employment with some of the best horses in the country. Small in stature, their five foot frame and slender build, the perception of their gender, all became factors that made Beck have to prove themselves even harder than most others, so having the prestige of the job, and the Cowboy Mafia at their back was something of an Ace up their sleeve. But Beck can't help but wonder if the affiliation is something of a cross to bear, too.
PLOT ARC.
In order to really understand what happened to their brother, they knew they had to sell their soul. So they did, and they got their brand. What they never bargained for how much like home this organization would feel. They definitely didn’t bargain for the fact that they liked the money and feeling of power they were finding in the organization. The Rambler is now at the foot of the realization that they might end up down the same path as their brother, and maybe that’s just the destination for their bloodline — a truth they were unwilling to accept before the brand now seems like the only truth.





















