Reality Shifted Application
Player Name: Claire
Player LJ: diabolicalfiend
Email and/or AIM: biffingprincess@yahoo.ie/Si Barone OW
Timezone: GMT
Other Characters: n/a
Character: Sergeant Robert Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Series: Due South
Deviance: d1
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Ghost)
Canon Used: TV Series.
Appearance: Robert Fraser used to be six feet tall. He's shrunk slightly due to death, clearly not age, that's just ridiculous! He's always wearing his red Mountie uniform, but often wears a parka over it. This gives him the appearance of an eccentric. Underneath his Stetson, his hair is cut short and regulation.
His Mounted misadventures have left him with a fair few scars and there's a ludicrous story behind each one. He has blue eyes and an easy, comforting smile.
Psychology: Robert Fraser is a Mountie. Dudley Do Right? Rank amateur next to him. He is a legend to the Mounties, always getting his man. He has an incredibly strong moral centre. He's hardest on himself most of all, but generally expects (or at least makes sure that people around him believe that he expects) the same morals from others. He hides this under the affable loon persona, but he's absolutely serious in believing that people live up to the expectations you give them and this is how he can get the world to be a better place.
He is utterly relentless if you are a criminal. Utterly. It doesn't matter where you go, what you do, if you've committed a crime and someone got hurt, you're going to be found. If that someone is a caribou or a part of the natural environment of Canada, then you're not safe either.
But once you're caught, he'll give his life for you. You're under his protection and he'll hand you his last crumb, protect you from those cohorts who decide you're better off dying than testifying, whatever it takes to bring you into custody alive.
If you're an underdog in society, he's on your side. Even if you commit a crime. He was born the underdog and even if he wasn't, his parents drilled into him from an early age that it was his responsibility to defend those that needed it.
Bob is also an expert at survival. This more than a mere talent, this makes up a significant part of his legend and his persona. He loves a good blizzard across a trecherous icefield where the only way across his a dogsled. He loves to eat maggots and boasted that all he was given to survive was a bag and a stick and 'if you lost either, you had to pay for them'. For him, survival is all about respecting the land, learning from it and protecting, it is a spiritual thing that's a part of him and whenever it's threatened, he aches.
Though the first impression of him is likely to be 'odd'. Bob had what would be described as a unique childhood. His parents, Martha and George, were travelling librarians, so he and his brother, Tiberius, led itinerant lives.
This meant that while he could form attachments with people quickly, they usually never lasted. They also tended to travel far north where only the Inuit tried to live, so he was introduced to their culture early in life, becoming more at home with them than with the Canadians.
These days, if you give him half a chance, he will ramble on about unlikely (but utterly true) stories revolving around his career. Though he'll often use these stories to relate to advice that he's giving a person, to provide context. Unfortunately, the points he initially tries to make has the tendency to go off on a sabbatical, though he'll remain convinced that he's just been helpful.
Where in his career, he was what he would deem successful (he was never going to make commissioner, but who wants a desk job anyway?) his family life was something else.
While he loved both his wife, Caroline, and son, Benton, he couldn't bear to spend much time with them, feeling trapped. This got decidedly worse when Caroline was killed when he suffered a nervous breakdown, first going off on a year long hunt after the man, Holloway Muldoon, sending him over a cliff and leaving him for dead. He denied all responsibility for the death and his superiors wrote it off as an accident. While Bob never actually murdered him, it was in his power to prevent it, so this represents the most reprehensible thing he's ever done and has never forgiven himself for it and never told his son the story behind his mother's death, much less his part in Muldoon's.
Secondly, he ceased to live, not caring for himself nor his son, losing weight and letting his appearance slip. Eventually, he brought himself out of it, but he left Benton in the care of his parents and buried himself in work. His son would later follow him and became a Mountie, but it was only after Bob's death that they truly got to know each other.
Other Skills/Abilities: As mentioned above, Bob has extensive survival skills in tundra conditions, though he wouldn't do very well in heat. He's extremely fit, effortlessly crossing great distances. Though this isn't so much of an issue these days, as he's dead and can appear anywhere he likes or when he's needed by his son. He's also a sharpshooter and never misses.
He picks up languages easily and don't be fooled by that kooky exterior, that traveling library had some serious books in its collection and Martha made sure he read every one. He will assimilate books faster than the Borg does people and will likely be able to quote it for you.
He can do the Jedi mind trick (He tried it once on a bunch of crooked ATF agents, they repeated 'Let's get out of here!' and fled), though that has only happened once.
He is an excellent detective. He also has a refined sense of smell and hearing borne of being brought up in a place with clean air and little sound. He's also a painter, a sculptor and a writer, a master at all. Though not so good with knots. Mnemonics confuse him.
Other Weaknesses: On the plane, he's just as vulnerable as most humans. He's tough to take down, particularly if you're normal, but there's no real difference between him and a normal human. He can take a beating and keep going, but that's more a testament to his utter stubbornness than an actual strength.
History: Bob Fraser was born to Martha and George Fraser, who worked together as travelling librarians. Their remit was to ensure literacy among the Northern Tribes, which involved a lot of travelling in the Arctic circle and even led them as far afield as China.
This itinerant existence left Bob with little sense of a home base, which would persist through to his adult life but gave him a grounding in how to survive harsh and unyielding conditions and how to make people trust him quickly.
Martha was a particularly strong presence in his life, instilling the boy with high, not to mention nigh-on unachievable, moral values, so his ability to get people to trust him was not abused.
It was the combination of these that led Bob to the Mounties and he soon established himself as a Mountie to be admired and trusted, gaining lots of friends, including his best one, one Duncan ‘Buck’ Frobisher, his partner in the Mounties.
The two of them had a somewhat competitive relationship, including the courtship of Caroline Pinsent. This little dispute was fortunately solved by the holding hostage of the fair lady and the two men being in the equal position of having the shoot the miscreant. Buck missed and Bob fired what would later be known between the two of them as ‘The Great Yukon, Douglas Fir, Telescoping, Bank Shot’, which won her heart.
Truthfully, though Bob didn’t admit this to Buck, Bob had shut his eyes at the last minute and it was a matter of luck. Buck would later protest that, in fact, he knew that Caroline had already chosen Bob and he let him win. Given what we learn about Caroline’s character, it seems likely that her decision didn’t come down to who was the better shot.
Caroline and Bob married and she had the unfortunate duty of following him to places such as Fort Nelson, which had a three sixty view of the strip mine, and The Rat River, about which the name alone was enough to drive her crazy.
They eventually had a son, who they named Benton and Caroline settled down in one place to provide the boy some stability. This meant, however, that Bob was gone for most of the year, staying with his family for only about four months, before heading back out. Even on these occasions, he would often elect to stay outside.
Truth was, he was rather overwhelmed by the idea of a son, and admired the boy greatly, but was unable to tell him so.
Their little family was destroyed one day when Bob, realising that his friend, a trapper and guide by the name of Holloway Muldoon, was dealing in endangered species and worked to stop him. Muldoon fled, but not before shooting Caroline, who, in his own words spoken to Benton, ‘fell like a sack of potatoes’. Bob was enraged and spent an epic amount of time tracking him down, a year and half. He sent him down into Fortitude Pass, presuming him dead.
When he returned home to find his son waiting for him, he stopped living. Guilt and grief gnawed at him, and he couldn’t find the strength to look after himself, let alone a six year old boy.
He eventually snapped out of it, shaving and putting breakfast on the table and immediately set about arranging for Benton to stay and be reared by his parents while he went back to the RCMP.
He went from being a model Mountie to a legendary one and advanced in rank as far as Sergeant, all the while only visiting his son sporadically.
Even when Benton followed in his footsteps, Bob didn’t engage with him, not even for Christmas Dinner. The last time he spoke to him had been months before his death.
When retirement loomed, and Bob faced a future with nothing but a small cabin and the patch of land it was on, his priorities were weakened.
When the government built a dam for the generation of electricity for millions of homes, not to mention the job provided to the area, they found the dam to be inadequate for the job and would have to let a ‘little’ out every now and again. They turned to pay off Gerard, who was the head Mountie of the area, and his friend, Bob, who was considered to be the one who was most likely to try something.
Bob, feeling the pinch, and hoping they meant a little, agreed to the payment, although he didn’t have the heart to spend the money. As he expected, this deal with the devil quickly deteriorated. The local fauna was starting to die and hurting the environment is a sore point with Bob.
He resolved to bring them to justice, starting with his friend, Gerard, giving him the chance to surrender himself. However, Gerard wasn’t keen on the idea and hired a killer. The killer, Francis Drake, killed Bob.
Canon Point: The Pilot
Reality Description: It looks like Northern Territories, or at least Bob's little section of it does. He's dead. And his afterlife is the place he's most comfortable. This means in winter, it is an Arctic Tundra and in the summer it becomes steadily greener and forested. It's very beautiful and there are hardly any people, except for the odd Inuit. Through his own personal plane, he can visit his son, living in Chicago, or dead friends. The plane would simply feel like an extension of this.
First Person Speaking Sample: [Bob steps out onto the Plane, looking very distracted and irritated. He takes in the change of scenery but doesn't change his expression, this new development pales in comparison to the matter that was already troubling him. Then he sighs and puts on his game face.] Good Afternoon, I'm Sergeant Bob Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. [There's a pause. And another one.]
I hate to put anyone to any trouble but has anyone got a spare Stetson? [He holds his up.]
The undertaker cut the back of mine off. [This is clearly sacrilege.] I'm sure he meant well, but honestly, it's a bit embarrassing going around with a defective Stetson, you know. [I mean, can you imagine?] Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I don't value my pride!
[He's talking to himself now.] Surely, there could have been some way for him to get me to lie down without resorting to vandalism? [And now it's a rant.] Put the hat in my hands, for crying out loud! It's not that complex! No, he just has to cut it off! It's not like I was shot in the head! I had a perfectly presentable head. [Oh, Stetson, how I mourn thee!] Honestly, dying has its adjustments, but this!?
Third Person Writing Sample:
When Ray returned to the car, Bob vanished. It wasn't as if he had anything more to say, besides, the Yank's father was due to turn up and well, his son might have had the right idea, but that didn't take away from the fact that Pop Vecchio was, well, manners didn't allow him to even think it. It was all the more credit to the Yank and let us say no more about it.
This time he ended up on the Plane. Suppose it was the first thing that popped into his head. Should have gone to the territories. He didn't think it important that he was there now or later, time had a funny way of passing when you were dead anyway. He briefly wondered if he could go back in time but automatically froze. No, he can't allow himself that. His mother's voice, always his mother's voice when he was thinking of doing something immoral, chided him from his head. 'Can't change time, Robert!' Likely whacking him in the process. Probably with a bannock. Those things hurt.
Lovely woman, his mother.
Underneath it all.
Player LJ: diabolicalfiend
Email and/or AIM: biffingprincess@yahoo.ie/Si Barone OW
Timezone: GMT
Other Characters: n/a
Character: Sergeant Robert Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Series: Due South
Deviance: d1
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Ghost)
Canon Used: TV Series.
Appearance: Robert Fraser used to be six feet tall. He's shrunk slightly due to death, clearly not age, that's just ridiculous! He's always wearing his red Mountie uniform, but often wears a parka over it. This gives him the appearance of an eccentric. Underneath his Stetson, his hair is cut short and regulation.
His Mounted misadventures have left him with a fair few scars and there's a ludicrous story behind each one. He has blue eyes and an easy, comforting smile.
Psychology: Robert Fraser is a Mountie. Dudley Do Right? Rank amateur next to him. He is a legend to the Mounties, always getting his man. He has an incredibly strong moral centre. He's hardest on himself most of all, but generally expects (or at least makes sure that people around him believe that he expects) the same morals from others. He hides this under the affable loon persona, but he's absolutely serious in believing that people live up to the expectations you give them and this is how he can get the world to be a better place.
He is utterly relentless if you are a criminal. Utterly. It doesn't matter where you go, what you do, if you've committed a crime and someone got hurt, you're going to be found. If that someone is a caribou or a part of the natural environment of Canada, then you're not safe either.
But once you're caught, he'll give his life for you. You're under his protection and he'll hand you his last crumb, protect you from those cohorts who decide you're better off dying than testifying, whatever it takes to bring you into custody alive.
If you're an underdog in society, he's on your side. Even if you commit a crime. He was born the underdog and even if he wasn't, his parents drilled into him from an early age that it was his responsibility to defend those that needed it.
Bob is also an expert at survival. This more than a mere talent, this makes up a significant part of his legend and his persona. He loves a good blizzard across a trecherous icefield where the only way across his a dogsled. He loves to eat maggots and boasted that all he was given to survive was a bag and a stick and 'if you lost either, you had to pay for them'. For him, survival is all about respecting the land, learning from it and protecting, it is a spiritual thing that's a part of him and whenever it's threatened, he aches.
Though the first impression of him is likely to be 'odd'. Bob had what would be described as a unique childhood. His parents, Martha and George, were travelling librarians, so he and his brother, Tiberius, led itinerant lives.
This meant that while he could form attachments with people quickly, they usually never lasted. They also tended to travel far north where only the Inuit tried to live, so he was introduced to their culture early in life, becoming more at home with them than with the Canadians.
These days, if you give him half a chance, he will ramble on about unlikely (but utterly true) stories revolving around his career. Though he'll often use these stories to relate to advice that he's giving a person, to provide context. Unfortunately, the points he initially tries to make has the tendency to go off on a sabbatical, though he'll remain convinced that he's just been helpful.
Where in his career, he was what he would deem successful (he was never going to make commissioner, but who wants a desk job anyway?) his family life was something else.
While he loved both his wife, Caroline, and son, Benton, he couldn't bear to spend much time with them, feeling trapped. This got decidedly worse when Caroline was killed when he suffered a nervous breakdown, first going off on a year long hunt after the man, Holloway Muldoon, sending him over a cliff and leaving him for dead. He denied all responsibility for the death and his superiors wrote it off as an accident. While Bob never actually murdered him, it was in his power to prevent it, so this represents the most reprehensible thing he's ever done and has never forgiven himself for it and never told his son the story behind his mother's death, much less his part in Muldoon's.
Secondly, he ceased to live, not caring for himself nor his son, losing weight and letting his appearance slip. Eventually, he brought himself out of it, but he left Benton in the care of his parents and buried himself in work. His son would later follow him and became a Mountie, but it was only after Bob's death that they truly got to know each other.
Other Skills/Abilities: As mentioned above, Bob has extensive survival skills in tundra conditions, though he wouldn't do very well in heat. He's extremely fit, effortlessly crossing great distances. Though this isn't so much of an issue these days, as he's dead and can appear anywhere he likes or when he's needed by his son. He's also a sharpshooter and never misses.
He picks up languages easily and don't be fooled by that kooky exterior, that traveling library had some serious books in its collection and Martha made sure he read every one. He will assimilate books faster than the Borg does people and will likely be able to quote it for you.
He can do the Jedi mind trick (He tried it once on a bunch of crooked ATF agents, they repeated 'Let's get out of here!' and fled), though that has only happened once.
He is an excellent detective. He also has a refined sense of smell and hearing borne of being brought up in a place with clean air and little sound. He's also a painter, a sculptor and a writer, a master at all. Though not so good with knots. Mnemonics confuse him.
Other Weaknesses: On the plane, he's just as vulnerable as most humans. He's tough to take down, particularly if you're normal, but there's no real difference between him and a normal human. He can take a beating and keep going, but that's more a testament to his utter stubbornness than an actual strength.
History: Bob Fraser was born to Martha and George Fraser, who worked together as travelling librarians. Their remit was to ensure literacy among the Northern Tribes, which involved a lot of travelling in the Arctic circle and even led them as far afield as China.
This itinerant existence left Bob with little sense of a home base, which would persist through to his adult life but gave him a grounding in how to survive harsh and unyielding conditions and how to make people trust him quickly.
Martha was a particularly strong presence in his life, instilling the boy with high, not to mention nigh-on unachievable, moral values, so his ability to get people to trust him was not abused.
It was the combination of these that led Bob to the Mounties and he soon established himself as a Mountie to be admired and trusted, gaining lots of friends, including his best one, one Duncan ‘Buck’ Frobisher, his partner in the Mounties.
The two of them had a somewhat competitive relationship, including the courtship of Caroline Pinsent. This little dispute was fortunately solved by the holding hostage of the fair lady and the two men being in the equal position of having the shoot the miscreant. Buck missed and Bob fired what would later be known between the two of them as ‘The Great Yukon, Douglas Fir, Telescoping, Bank Shot’, which won her heart.
Truthfully, though Bob didn’t admit this to Buck, Bob had shut his eyes at the last minute and it was a matter of luck. Buck would later protest that, in fact, he knew that Caroline had already chosen Bob and he let him win. Given what we learn about Caroline’s character, it seems likely that her decision didn’t come down to who was the better shot.
Caroline and Bob married and she had the unfortunate duty of following him to places such as Fort Nelson, which had a three sixty view of the strip mine, and The Rat River, about which the name alone was enough to drive her crazy.
They eventually had a son, who they named Benton and Caroline settled down in one place to provide the boy some stability. This meant, however, that Bob was gone for most of the year, staying with his family for only about four months, before heading back out. Even on these occasions, he would often elect to stay outside.
Truth was, he was rather overwhelmed by the idea of a son, and admired the boy greatly, but was unable to tell him so.
Their little family was destroyed one day when Bob, realising that his friend, a trapper and guide by the name of Holloway Muldoon, was dealing in endangered species and worked to stop him. Muldoon fled, but not before shooting Caroline, who, in his own words spoken to Benton, ‘fell like a sack of potatoes’. Bob was enraged and spent an epic amount of time tracking him down, a year and half. He sent him down into Fortitude Pass, presuming him dead.
When he returned home to find his son waiting for him, he stopped living. Guilt and grief gnawed at him, and he couldn’t find the strength to look after himself, let alone a six year old boy.
He eventually snapped out of it, shaving and putting breakfast on the table and immediately set about arranging for Benton to stay and be reared by his parents while he went back to the RCMP.
He went from being a model Mountie to a legendary one and advanced in rank as far as Sergeant, all the while only visiting his son sporadically.
Even when Benton followed in his footsteps, Bob didn’t engage with him, not even for Christmas Dinner. The last time he spoke to him had been months before his death.
When retirement loomed, and Bob faced a future with nothing but a small cabin and the patch of land it was on, his priorities were weakened.
When the government built a dam for the generation of electricity for millions of homes, not to mention the job provided to the area, they found the dam to be inadequate for the job and would have to let a ‘little’ out every now and again. They turned to pay off Gerard, who was the head Mountie of the area, and his friend, Bob, who was considered to be the one who was most likely to try something.
Bob, feeling the pinch, and hoping they meant a little, agreed to the payment, although he didn’t have the heart to spend the money. As he expected, this deal with the devil quickly deteriorated. The local fauna was starting to die and hurting the environment is a sore point with Bob.
He resolved to bring them to justice, starting with his friend, Gerard, giving him the chance to surrender himself. However, Gerard wasn’t keen on the idea and hired a killer. The killer, Francis Drake, killed Bob.
Canon Point: The Pilot
Reality Description: It looks like Northern Territories, or at least Bob's little section of it does. He's dead. And his afterlife is the place he's most comfortable. This means in winter, it is an Arctic Tundra and in the summer it becomes steadily greener and forested. It's very beautiful and there are hardly any people, except for the odd Inuit. Through his own personal plane, he can visit his son, living in Chicago, or dead friends. The plane would simply feel like an extension of this.
First Person Speaking Sample: [Bob steps out onto the Plane, looking very distracted and irritated. He takes in the change of scenery but doesn't change his expression, this new development pales in comparison to the matter that was already troubling him. Then he sighs and puts on his game face.] Good Afternoon, I'm Sergeant Bob Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. [There's a pause. And another one.]
I hate to put anyone to any trouble but has anyone got a spare Stetson? [He holds his up.]
The undertaker cut the back of mine off. [This is clearly sacrilege.] I'm sure he meant well, but honestly, it's a bit embarrassing going around with a defective Stetson, you know. [I mean, can you imagine?] Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I don't value my pride!
[He's talking to himself now.] Surely, there could have been some way for him to get me to lie down without resorting to vandalism? [And now it's a rant.] Put the hat in my hands, for crying out loud! It's not that complex! No, he just has to cut it off! It's not like I was shot in the head! I had a perfectly presentable head. [Oh, Stetson, how I mourn thee!] Honestly, dying has its adjustments, but this!?
Third Person Writing Sample:
When Ray returned to the car, Bob vanished. It wasn't as if he had anything more to say, besides, the Yank's father was due to turn up and well, his son might have had the right idea, but that didn't take away from the fact that Pop Vecchio was, well, manners didn't allow him to even think it. It was all the more credit to the Yank and let us say no more about it.
This time he ended up on the Plane. Suppose it was the first thing that popped into his head. Should have gone to the territories. He didn't think it important that he was there now or later, time had a funny way of passing when you were dead anyway. He briefly wondered if he could go back in time but automatically froze. No, he can't allow himself that. His mother's voice, always his mother's voice when he was thinking of doing something immoral, chided him from his head. 'Can't change time, Robert!' Likely whacking him in the process. Probably with a bannock. Those things hurt.
Lovely woman, his mother.
Underneath it all.