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bob_fraser_rcmpCharacter Name: Sergeant Robert Fraser
Series: Due South
Age: 57
From When?: directly after he’s been shot in the pilot episode.
Inmate/Warden: Inmate, yes, he’s a Mountie, but he’s slipped a couple of times. The first when he tried to murder his wife’s killer, Muldoon, (I say try, as far as he knows he’s succeeded) and the second is when he slipped and took a bribe, though to be fair to him, he was trying to repair that when he was shot. He also abandoned his son, albeit to his parents, and barely speaks to him, even as an adult.
Abilities/Powers: He has hearing and stamina beyond his years due to his work and lifestyle. He is an expert in survival in the conditions of the harshest Northern weather and in tracking in all conditions. He’s a crack shot but needs glasses to read.
As that suggests, he’s also a little strange and set in his ways, having a different view from other Mounties. There is really only one thing that’ll get between his loyalty to the RCMP and that’s his loyalty to the land and the people of that land in which he makes his home.
His reaction to the barge would be a mixture of confusion and foreboding. He’d realise he’s dead quick enough, but would be wondering why the River Styx is suddenly in space. He wouldn’t necessarily resent being made an Inmate, but wouldn’t like the murder of Muldoon being mentioned at all.
He's used to be an outsider, so he can take himself out of a situation and mediate disputes with all types of people, from hunters to tribal elders.
He cares little about what his contempories think of him, as far as he's concerned, his way is the
Though he doesn't acknowledge it, he has realised that most of the RCMP, those who don't outright hero worship him, think he's some kind of a kook, as a result, he's more at home with the Northern tribal peoples, than his own.
He's had friends betray him in the past, Muldoon and Gerard being the most important, and his tendancy to give them every possibly chance is to the point where it costs him, his wife and his life, respectively.
He is, at heart, a decent man. Who would work as hard for a stranger or an enemy as he would for a friend.
On the romantic front, he's a man at sea. He'll mean perfectly well, but his version of romance was born where there was little food or supplies and only the dramatic landscape as a backdrop. Caroline baffled him on many an occasion and he still has no idea how he managed to convince her to marry him, let alone have a child.
Path to Redemption: Bob is an expert in obfuscation so it’s going to take a lot of patience and sifting through apparently irrelevant conversation to get through him.
Getting angry with him will not work, nor will treating him as a deviant help. Bob may act a bit dippy, but he’s spent his life tracking down criminals and being threatened by those more powerful than him that he’s not afraid of a little rough treatment.
Being firm with him, and working towards stories featuring his wife and son will help on the other hand, and finally getting him to recognise not that killing Muldoon was illegal or even morally wrong, he knows this, but that it wasn’t him. He as to recognise that he is better than that, that he should have brought him in alive, just like every other criminal.
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 that 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, which name alone drove 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 though 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.
Sample Journal Entry: My adversaries appear ready to listen. I'm nearing victory. Perhaps I wrote prematurely. In fact, I did. Gerard killed me. That’s gratitude for you.
Last time I stick my neck out for a friend, let me tell you! Now I’m on the barge of the dead! And it’s in space, which, I suppose, means I owe Hacksaw Hank an apology. He’d never let me live it down. Especially now that I’m dead!
He wondered vaguely if his little escape hatch underneath was still there. Considering that this was a prison ship, and he was an Inmate and not a
“I’d rather you didn’t do this,” he said, to the wall, the ceiling, to any eavesdroppers. Certainly, he wouldn’t allow a prisoner to remain unsupervised. "This... this cabin." He put the picture back down.
He looked out at the stars, in unfamiliar configurations. He couldn't possibly navigate them, even if he was on solid ground. “On second thought,” he reconsidered. “Perhaps you’d better leave it.” He looked around, his eyes settling on his desk, dressed as though it was his own. “I need to catch up on my taxes, anyway.”
Series: Due South
Age: 57
From When?: directly after he’s been shot in the pilot episode.
Inmate/Warden: Inmate, yes, he’s a Mountie, but he’s slipped a couple of times. The first when he tried to murder his wife’s killer, Muldoon, (I say try, as far as he knows he’s succeeded) and the second is when he slipped and took a bribe, though to be fair to him, he was trying to repair that when he was shot. He also abandoned his son, albeit to his parents, and barely speaks to him, even as an adult.
Abilities/Powers: He has hearing and stamina beyond his years due to his work and lifestyle. He is an expert in survival in the conditions of the harshest Northern weather and in tracking in all conditions. He’s a crack shot but needs glasses to read.
Personality:
Bob is considered the last of a type of Mountie. All those romantic notions you might have about the RCMP, he personifies. Or at least he tries to. He’s brave to the point of recklessness, fiercely determined and works hard to ‘always bring his man in alive’, believing this to be the RCMP motto, which is, incidentally, ‘Maintain the Right’. He’s likely to risk his own life than let a man, whether murderer or worse, under his ‘care’ to die.As that suggests, he’s also a little strange and set in his ways, having a different view from other Mounties. There is really only one thing that’ll get between his loyalty to the RCMP and that’s his loyalty to the land and the people of that land in which he makes his home.
His reaction to the barge would be a mixture of confusion and foreboding. He’d realise he’s dead quick enough, but would be wondering why the River Styx is suddenly in space. He wouldn’t necessarily resent being made an Inmate, but wouldn’t like the murder of Muldoon being mentioned at all.
He's used to be an outsider, so he can take himself out of a situation and mediate disputes with all types of people, from hunters to tribal elders.
He cares little about what his contempories think of him, as far as he's concerned, his way is the
right
way and has worked for him very well.Though he doesn't acknowledge it, he has realised that most of the RCMP, those who don't outright hero worship him, think he's some kind of a kook, as a result, he's more at home with the Northern tribal peoples, than his own.
He's had friends betray him in the past, Muldoon and Gerard being the most important, and his tendancy to give them every possibly chance is to the point where it costs him, his wife and his life, respectively.
He is, at heart, a decent man. Who would work as hard for a stranger or an enemy as he would for a friend.
On the romantic front, he's a man at sea. He'll mean perfectly well, but his version of romance was born where there was little food or supplies and only the dramatic landscape as a backdrop. Caroline baffled him on many an occasion and he still has no idea how he managed to convince her to marry him, let alone have a child.
Path to Redemption: Bob is an expert in obfuscation so it’s going to take a lot of patience and sifting through apparently irrelevant conversation to get through him.
Getting angry with him will not work, nor will treating him as a deviant help. Bob may act a bit dippy, but he’s spent his life tracking down criminals and being threatened by those more powerful than him that he’s not afraid of a little rough treatment.
Being firm with him, and working towards stories featuring his wife and son will help on the other hand, and finally getting him to recognise not that killing Muldoon was illegal or even morally wrong, he knows this, but that it wasn’t him. He as to recognise that he is better than that, that he should have brought him in alive, just like every other criminal.
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 that 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, which name alone drove 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 though 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.
Sample Journal Entry: My adversaries appear ready to listen. I'm nearing victory. Perhaps I wrote prematurely. In fact, I did. Gerard killed me. That’s gratitude for you.
Last time I stick my neck out for a friend, let me tell you! Now I’m on the barge of the dead! And it’s in space, which, I suppose, means I owe Hacksaw Hank an apology. He’d never let me live it down. Especially now that I’m dead!
Sample RP:
Bob looked around his cabin. At least, the onboard cabin that looked
like his cabin. The 'wood' even did a good impression of creaking under his feet as he walked.He wondered vaguely if his little escape hatch underneath was still there. Considering that this was a prison ship, and he was an Inmate and not a
Warden
, he rather doubted they'd give him the means to escape. That it was something that he'd never take advantage of, of course, not unless an emergency struck, was something they doubtlessly wouldn't believe of him.This isn't your cabin
, he reminded himself, having no one else to remind. He continued his recon of the room, finding a picture of Caroline and Benton with him standing rather far away, he realised.“I’d rather you didn’t do this,” he said, to the wall, the ceiling, to any eavesdroppers. Certainly, he wouldn’t allow a prisoner to remain unsupervised. "This... this cabin." He put the picture back down.
He looked out at the stars, in unfamiliar configurations. He couldn't possibly navigate them, even if he was on solid ground. “On second thought,” he reconsidered. “Perhaps you’d better leave it.” He looked around, his eyes settling on his desk, dressed as though it was his own. “I need to catch up on my taxes, anyway.”