Captain Beatty Character Traits Novels & Stories

"Go to the back. I don't know if they're that man's accomplices, but we must be careful." "I'm not weak. You're just really strong," Vivianne rolled her eyes but still followed him. "That's right. I'll be at the back, and you stay in front. If someone has to die, it'll be you." Beckett snorted and chuckled afterward. Wherever they ended up, even in dangerous situations, the woman remained straightforward. The woman whom Beckett initially perceived as stupid and careless turned out to be exactly his type—fierce, brave, and hot as hell.

His straightforward demeanor, authoritative presence, and well-reasoned arguments commanded great respect from all, compelling everyone to listen to him with great respect. It's rare, if ever, that one of his proposals or decisions is dismissed. He always comes hard to the table; his investigative skills are outrageous. This morning, I began my walk quite early. Following my conversation with Alpha Terzic, I chose to extend my route by an extra block to lift my spirits. Becca possesses such a wonderful personality; all she desires is love and to be with the person who cherishes her deeply.

Not because he had taken my mother in when no one else would but because I have come to see the type of person he is, the type of leader he is. He isn't arrogant like most alphas he's humble and kind. He isn't one to always jump to violence and war, he is fair in his judgment and doesn't need brute force to resolve conflicts. He has an appreciation for all living things even rogues. At the end of the day he knows his power but he doesn't go around flaunting it. "I think that's the last of them, let's burn the bodies and start cleaning up" he instructs via mindlink

"You don't want to come with us Bella? I'm sure you really want to be in the same car with the Captain, don't you?" "You'd be wrong if you thought I'd be jealous just because you and Depney got a free ride! I drive my own car and I'm sure the Captain would just think you two are a nuisance!" "Yes, you're right! To the Captain maybe Depney and I are just troublesome people. But you know? Those men actually have high self-esteem? They don't like women who are too spoiled, but they also don't like women who too independent. So, what they want is for her to keep relying on them, but not too dependent on them at the same time!"

Vincent answered very haughtily and Lorenzo’s face turned red in humiliation. “You’re my son, Vincent and I have the right to know what you do in your life but you never learnt manners. You might be a capable Capo, the best in years, I feel proud that you wear my name but you’re not an obedient son. Will you teach the same ill manners to your son?” Lorenzo reprimanded him but Vincent stood calmly, unbothered or unphased by his remarks. I like this quality about him. He never loses his temper by provocation which makes him a good leader unlike other mafias who are ready for bloodshed on small things.

He dismisses. Ben nods and turns to the rest of the class, sparing a split second to smile at everyone and bask in the silent, reverent adoration they showered on him. He was easy to like, easy to be idolized, because he’s easy on the eyes and had an easy personality. You’re asked to use one adjective to describe Ben Truman; I’ll give you a hint; it’s easy. He has the blond hair, the blue eyes, the tall, lean body with just enough muscle to make him the captain of both the football team and the baseball team. His looks are boyish and charming, and often helped people to overlook his spoiled rich brat behavior and false savior complex.

And the officer was always aware of the tramp of the company behind, the march of his orderly among the men. The Captain was a tall man of about forty, grey at the temples. He had a handsome, finely knit figure, and was one of the best horsemen in the West. His orderly, having to rub him down, admired the amazing riding-muscles of his loins. For the rest, the orderly scarcely noticed the officer any more than he noticed himself. It was rarely he saw his master’s face: he did not look at it. The Captain had reddish-brown, stilt hair, that he wore short upon his skull. His moustache was also cut short and bristly over a full, brutal mouth. His face was rather rugged, the cheeks thin. Perhaps t

"You and Bianca. You gave the order. You pulled the trigger." The Captain's smile was thin. "I did what needed to be done. The same way you did when you killed that federal agent. The same way you've been doing since you threw away your badge and started playing house with a criminal." He stepped closer, close enough to touch. "You're not better than me, Marchetti. You're just luckier." Alex held his ground. His voice was low. "You're right. I'm not better than you. I'm not worse. I'm just a man who's tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of watching people die because men like you think the rules don't apply."

"You’re unbelievable for a man your age." “I’m practically not that old yet, but thank you," he said with a wink. "I try." I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to scream. "Fine. But follow my lead. Got it?" He saluted, all too happily. "Aye aye, Captain.” Honestly, does this guy drink pills that changes his personality? Why did it change drastically? As much as I like this easy going type, I think I prefer the snobbish and rude side of him, so I can yell at him without feeling any guilt.

“Since you are still in denial, let me break it down for you. You are here because you are a traitor.” The gate closed. Garrett waited for his eyes to adjust, but there was nothing to adjust to. Only blackness. Total, suffocating darkness. The silence pressed against his ears until he felt his heartbeat pounding in his skull. He sat slowly. A cold trickle ran down his spine. But he forced his breathing to steady. No. He would not break. Not him. Not Beta Garrett. "I am a man of great caliber. I will not break down due to the insensitive judgement made by a stupid and egoistic boy. A boy that I practically raised."