beau daniel hogan

[mel2]

-- BEAU DANIEL HOGAN !

-- NAME: Beau Daniel Hogan
-- NICKNAMES: Beau
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Nineteen, December Twenty-Second
-- BIRTH PLACE: Jasper, Tennessee
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Wanted Criminal/Architectural Enthusiast
-- PLAYED BY: Lucas Till

-- PERSONALITY !

-- PATIENT: Beau is safe for a few reasons. He's not quick to get mad and he doesn't panic. Beau bides his time, waiting for the perfect moment to act. Even when he wants to, he knows how to maintain his control and fight his impulses. Be it waiting for his turn for a check up at the doctor's office to waiting out the cops beneath a bush in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, Beau manages to apply his patience to both with equal success. He doesn't rush things; basically, in the race between the hare and the turtle, he's the turtle.
-- DISTRUSTING: For good reason, Beau doesn't take stock in what a lot of people say. For the past year, no one has approached him innocently. He doesn't believe anyone's intentions are pure and, to be frank, he's a bit paranoid. Everyone wants something, and he refusing to be anyone stepping stone on their journey of desire. The only people he can't bring himself to distrust are elderly women. Due to his many months and years as a child spent with his widowed grandmother, he naturally associated elderly women with honesty and goodness. It clashes with his morals and sometimes has to force himself to remember that they can be young, old, men or women-- everyone lies.
-- QUIET: Who's he going to to talk to? Come on now. He's only been in Capeside a few months. But still, even before that, back in Jasper, he wasn't a box of giggles and joy. Beau was always the type who preferred to keep to himself. Maybe it was due to his natural cynicism or the fact that he had a weak immune system when he was young, but making friends has never been easy nor really all that enjoyable to Beau. To him, people are assets, and with his current situation, he can't afford those. Thus, he prefers to keep nothing on his sleeve and everything close to his chest. He's not the type for drama, in or out of his little... predicament.
-- STRONG: This is a given. Besides his biceps/triceps/abs of steel, Beau has weathered some of the nastiest storms imaginable. Murder, abandonment and solitude on many cold nights. Conditions hardened his body while everything else hardened mind. This really only emphasizes his patience. He's strong enough not to care what others think of him. He's strong enough to take care of himself through the worst of the time, and no matter what, he somehow manages to stay optimistic. Well, as optimistic as a natural born pessimist can be, I guess. Notably, Beau isn't all the way there yet. He still feels fear and sadness are just weaknesses. He won't truly have full strength of mind until he can accept his own flaws and let himself feel the grief he's hidden from over the past year.

-- LOVES: architecture, traveling, camping, dogs, hunting, beer, ray lamontagne, napping outside, candy, stargazing
-- HATES: television, rain, artificial scents (perfume), rich people, the cops, people in general, the dark, pop music, talking, fast food

-- HISTORY !

Beau Hogan was born to Patricia and Daniel Hogan in the chilly winter months of 1991. Being born in Jasper, Tennessee, Beau spent a lot of time submerged in the small, tight knit community. Naturally a shy boy, he socialized little during his youth.
Now, Beau loved his parents, but his family life was far from perfect. His father, an army veteran, struggled between his love for his family and his love of the bottle. The latter usually won out.
Patricia wasn't going to have her son submitted to the site of his father laying, drunk and unconscious on the floor, so she often took him out when she was young. They'd drive around the state, sometimes for days, avoiding home and its problems. Of course, Beau didn't understand back then why they needed to leave home for so long. All he ever really remember about those trips was going to see pretty, old buildings in the neighboring towns and going swimming in lakes, or making snowmen in someone else's lawn.

His family wasn't wealthy, and they needed all the money they could get. Divorce wasn't an option for Patricia, who worked as a waitress at a nearby diner. His father, though a drunkard, was a respected cop in Jasper. Few people knew that he came home at night to kiss his son, his wife, and then kiss the bottle.
Patricia and Daniel fought often. Beau, young and shy, never had the courage to listen or ask his parents what was going on. All he would know was that every once in a while, he'd have to stay with his mother's mom on the other side of town.
Beau never was privy as to the reason, but looking back, he heavily suspects that his mother would take Daniel to rehab centers through out the state. Either that, or he'd hurt her in a drunken rage and Patricia wouldn't let her son witness that.

As Beau grew older, his father attempted to quit many times. For those brief periods, Beau remembered having a real dad. Most of his memories, however, are of those tall buildings.
And if his mother distractions didn't work, well... Suffice to say, he still has nightmares about the times he'd walked out into their living room to find his father passed out on the couch.
Beau, however, was a timid man. He was happy when his father quit-- whenever he did-- and even though Daniel always returned to that cruel mistress of his, Beau was happy to have just moments. It never occurred to him that fighting was an option.
Well, his mother had figured it out one night.
Beau was sixteen when his mother and his father got into their loudest-- and final-- fight.
Daniel, drunk and enraged, pushed Patricia to the ground. Her head hit the corner of the coffee table and she was dead on impact.
That night, Beau came home from football practice to find his father sobbing over the still, lifeless body of his mother. Not knowing what to do, he turned to his father.
Daniel Hogan had unwittingly been Beau's ideal his whole life. Beau recognized his obvious flaws, but he was the man's son, after all. Daniel's timid, quiet son aspired to be as strong as his father, taking care of all his problems with out fear or tears. Fighting bad guys, ridding the world of injustice. What Beau didn't learn until it was too late was that his father wasn't unafraid. In fact, the man was the worst coward. The kind that threw his life away to get drunk and abuse his family. He didn't chase bad guys; he shot at people who he was told to shoot. All Daniel Hogan was was a cowardly lap dog that had a habit of running away when he was truly needed.
At sixteen, though, Beau couldn't see these deeper, more complex faults in his father. All he saw was a strong man who liked his whiskey a little too much.
So, of course, when he was told to help his father carry the body to his pick-up truck, the boy followed his order with out question.
Tears ran down his face all the while, but he and his father drove on through their small town to the Sequatchie river.
They dumped the corpse into the river, and then, after saying their parting words to the woman they had thought they'd never lose, they returned home.
Beau was never to speak of what had happened that night. His father had forced that promise from him, and there were few as tight-lipped at Beau.
Beau was never told the exact fate of his mother, but he suspects it was his father. Why else would the man have been so secretive?
Beau would never know.

The morning after her death, Beau awoke to find his home barren of his father. With no where else to go, he went and stayed with his grandmother. When she asked what had happened, he simply told her that his mother and his father had left on vacation. Beau, still naive with youth, hoped that that was all it was going to be. Hoped that his father had just needed a break.
Unfortunately, a year later, his hopes dimmed.
For an entire year, he managed to fool his senile grandmother into believing his parents would be back soon. Soon, he'd always say, but never when. It's what he told everyone. At first, they all assumed he'd simply been abandoned and was just trying to fool himself.
Of course, eventually, more people started asking more questions.
Why did they leave now?
Where could they have gone?
The police came to question Beau one day, and for almost a half of a year, an investigation went on.
Beau was ready to break down and tell all when his father finally came home.
The man had sobered.
He was stone-cold sober when he took his son down to the place where they'd left Patricia's body a year and a half ago. He was perfectly in control of his senses when the sobs wracked him and he held his son close, apologizing for what he had done, what he was going to do.
Confused, but happy to have his father back, Beau simply accepted all. He left his father at the riverside that night to pay his private respects to his wife.

The following morning, Daniel Hogan was found dead, floating down the Sequatchie river.
The prime suspect in his murder? Beau Hogan.
His son had been the only one with Daniel at the riverside that night.
But, of course, Beau knew the truth that he'd never be able to prove. His father had killed himself. The gun had recoiled and landed on the shore where Beau had happened to stand hours earlier. Daniel had apologized to his son for what he "was going to do". Beau understood that now.
And for the first time in his life, he saw the cowardice that truly was his father.

A investigation was implemented to find Beau, and they almost succeeded. When the cops barged into his home, he was making breakfast, still unaware of the morning's events.
However, he knew to run. The fact that the cops were holding guns up at him was reason enough to run.
As a championship long distance runner, he managed to scramble through backyards and the forest nearby and make his way out of the popo's hands.

Since running away, he's fled police around the country, searching for evidence to prove his innocence. Just a few short months ago, he turned up in Capeside, MA, and has been spending his nights in a cave along the shoreline.
It's been a year and a half, and all he's found is an assortment of contacts that his father had stayed with in his year and a half long absence from Jasper. He's gone from the innocent youth who believed in human goodness to a jaded, cynical man who believed in very little but the fact that he was innocent.

And he'd do damn near anything to prove it.

(dang long history. i may have missed something, but i think it's all down. i think. it should be. probably not. hurp.)

-- SAMPLE !

see joel

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Mel
-- AGE: Sixteen
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: i got nothing
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: ...still got nothing

[ashley]

-- ACCEPTED !