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name: beau sin age: twenty-seven gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual/heteroromantic birthday: december 31st zodiac: capricorn sun, taurus moon, virgo rising

here’s a pinterest board

For most of Beau’s life, he had things relatively easy. Born and raised in California into a loving family, with amazing parents and a little brother that only he was allowed to tease, everything was... Great. He was popular at school, was well liked, and was always pushed to exceed expectations academically without feeling too overwhelmed. The only bad thing you could say about Beau’s life, is that he was merely an inch off being that coveted six foot tall. But you can’t have everything, right?

When he was twenty years old, tragedy struck the Sin family, a drunk driver hitting their car head on as they returned home from a movie. Their parents were killed on impact, while Beau and his brother merely suffered a few injuries in the back seat. Once they were released from hospital, it was now up to Beau to take care of himself and his little brother. It was hard, and it took them years to get into a routine that suited them both, but now they were all each other had. 

Once his brother was old enough to work and earn some money towards the upkeep of the household, Beau made the decision that he was going to enrol in the police academy. The main goal was to be someone on the streets who could work to prevent more tragedies happening, like the one that happened to his family. He wanted to make the streets of Los Angeles a safer place for everyone. 

At first, must like the beginning of Beau’s life, everything went the way he had imagined. He graduated the academy with flying colors, the team he was working with were great, and he was helping to keep some awful people off the street and make LA safer. Just like he planned. But as time passed, some of the people he worked with moved on, some became bitter, and you know what they say? Misery loves company. The long hours, the constant overturn of the same awful people being let out and arrested over, and over again. It was enough to kill the bright optimism that had once been inside of him. 

It started with a bribe. A promise of if you let me go, this briefcase is yours. Then a if you don’t arrest me you can have the coke, just take it! Then, as time passed, it wasn’t even about the free cash, drugs, women. It was about the power. The power that came with putting someone like that away, and still taking what was theirs and making it his own. Soon enough he figured out that he might not be the only one in the precinct who thinks this way, which is maybe why everyone turns such a blind eye towards each other. His long nights at work now consist of jittery fingers tapping against his desk, dilated pupils, and a thirst for more. 

have some facts i couldn’t work into the paras:

beau took to drinking heavily after his parent’s passing. he isn’t nearly as bad now, but maybe that’s just the coke talking.

he is what you could call... kind of home of phobic. which was great for him when he found out his little brother is gay

since finding out, he’s actually come along way with tolerance and acceptance. maybe he isn’t completely comfortable with his lifestyle, but he tries to support him, or at the very least keep his mouth shut when he has something negative to say

don’t @ him about receiving blowjobs from people (dudes included) in holding cells for them to be let out early tho.........

is actually a really nice guy! polite, charming, deep down does really care about stuff. he’s just kind of dead inside

had quite an anger problem growing up, and has since started pilates and yoga to chill him tf out. (flexible? hell yeah!)