[b][MODERATORS PROFILE][/b]
[b]Name:[/b] Oliver Baudwin
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Nationality:[/b] Australian
[b]Moderator Colour/ID No.:[/b] Red-101
[b]Moderator colour code:[/b] Red
[b]Initialiser:[/b] [hider="Red Initialiser"][img=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/182/f/5/power_rangers_morpher___red_by_celestion-d7ov63k.png][/hider]
[b]Modifier Chosen (lvl 1):[/b] Hookshot
[b]Moderator Weapon and Description:[/b] Hauteclere. 
Hauteclere is a basket-hilted broadsword, approaching sixty inches in length and with a hilt made out of carbon steel, although aesthetically it closer resembles well-polished brass. 
The blade itself is made of pure data, and consists therefore entirely of a radiant blue beam, harbouring a white-hot core. Pixels reflective of data float around its form. 

[b]Moderator’s Appearance:[/b]
Standing at 5’11 and weighing an arguably unhealthy 130 pounds, Oliver is an overall tall but lean figure.
His face is pale, with the faintest shadows of freckles scattered sparsely across his cheeks, and equally faint rings beneath his eyes. 
His hair, contrastingly, is a shaggy charcoal black, and falls just short of his chin in messy, uncoordinated waves.
His eyes are gunmetal and somewhat foggy, and are often shielded by his oval glasses. 

He wears a old, worn leather biker’s jacket which fits his frame poorly, and has a patch with the words “Red 058” sewn across the shoulder blades. 
Under this, he wears t-shirts that change between the days, and a pair of dark green jeans. 

[b]Moderator’s Bio:[/b] Born and raised in sunny Rock-City- previously known as Canberra- in the midst of one rather balmy February, Oliver had always idolised his city’s Moderators as brave purveyors of justice, and wanted to be like them since first he could entertain the thought. 

By the age of five, he’d even picked a favourite: Moderator Red ’85, commander of The Australian Rock-Mods. 
Red ’85 was all he wanted to be; He was strong; He was brave and he was downright heroic.
In fact, if there was one topic on which Oliver and his somewhat aloof father ever bonded over, it was the Australian Rock-Mods, and how [I]totally rad[/i] they were. 

But of course, as was always the case betwixt hopeful children and distant parents, life became turbulent during Oliver’s teenage years. 
A stricter regime began to be enforced in the household in retaliation to a gradual increase in virus attacks: A curfew was employed, which Oliver- and his older brother, Jack- detested greatly. 
Their father would also disappear at random, and when he returned would remain totally adamant that he’d done nothing worth mentioning, even when confronted by their mother. 
Then, when Jack- and later, Oliver- expressed interest in applying for the local Moderator’s Academy, their father fervently denied them the right, refusing to sign the proper paperwork on the grounds that Moderating was “far too dangerous.” 

And so, Oliver and Jack were restricted to their home and local neighbourhood for much of their teenage lives: And resultantly, in a quest to find [i]something[/i] to do, the two developed somewhat of a sibling rivalry. 
They would challenge each other at everything: Who dared venture the furthest out of their father’s protective circle? (Jack) Who dared to break curfew, and sneak out after dark? (Jack)
Who could pick up the most phone numbers? (Jack) And who could arm wrestle best? (Jack)

This rivalry would soon evolve, however: Those challenges escalated, and with them, so did the tension between those brothers. 
Jack would task Oliver with following their father whenever he left, but he’d always chicken out, and vice versa. 
And the failure to complete these contests would breed animosity between them both, as one mocked the other.

Still, despite his growing bitterness towards his sibling and his father’s overbearing- in spite of the man’s avoidant nature- Oliver found comfort in one thing.
The Moderators, whenever their virus-battling ventures were televised. Sometimes, even Jack would make a temporary peace so that they could watch their heroes together. 
Jack preferred Blue 059. 
… Oliver thought Jack had stupid opinions. 

Still, perhaps it was this fascination with the Moderators that lead to the events of March, shortly after Oliver’s sixteenth birthday.
A viral attack on Western Rock-City had been detected early, and Jack challenged Oliver to go and watch the battle from the streets- as many civilians did- and speak with Moderator Red 058.
Oliver would get his wish that night, but not in the way he’d intended. 

Suiting up with an autograph book and a camera, Oliver set out for the streets, steeling his nerves with the promise that he’d finally meet his childhood hero. 
Maybe Red could convince his dad to finally let him join the academy! 

When he arrived, however, his regrets overtook him: Civilians were running the other way as some massive, tyrannosaur-reminiscent virus stormed its way down Canberra street and threatened to crush everything in its wake.
The city was aflame, and sparks blew aggressively through the air as the virus tracked fire wherever it walked. 
Other people had the common sense to flee. Oliver didn’t.
He panicked. He froze. 
It saw him. 

As though it’d spotted an ant amongst the gravel, the virus descended on him, moving like a fluid wave.
Oliver closed his eyes, and at that moment decided he’d made peace with the world.
Except for Jack.
Jack was a jerk.

But at that moment, something miraculous happened: As if from nowhere there zipped a Moderator, whom seized him by the waist and rushed him off to the safety of a nearby alley at sonic speed.
When finally Oliver opened his eyes again, Red 058 was clasping his shoulders tightly.
The run had made his ears ring, purely because of the speed: But he could just barely make out, “Are you alright, Oliver?”
[i]“Wow, you’re Red 058!”
“Heh, sure am. You a fan?”
“Huge! Your biggest! My brother says Blue is better, but he doesn’t know anything!”
“Blue is a good soldier. We’re all fighting to keep this city safe, so show Blue some love too, okay?”
“Okay…”
“Att’a boy. Now stay here, okay? I’ll fetch you soon.” [/i]
Oliver had nodded firmly, and Red had rushed off.
[i]“Wait! How did you know my name!”[/i]
But by then, Red 058 was gone…
And all he’d left behind was an old leather jacket, a gift to his biggest fan. 

So Oliver obeyed. Oliver waited.
And soon, a Moderator [i]did[/i] come to collect him… but it wasn’t Red 058. 
Green 060 was the one who brought the bad news: That Red had died on the battlefield, but had died so that thousands of others might live. 
Oliver, of course, was heartbroken: But not as heartbroken as he was about to be.

Green 060 escorted him calmly out of the alley, speaking softly and encouragingly as he walked Oliver carefully across the street. 
Red 058 lay calmly on a stretcher, immobile and hard. His visor cracked, his face- for the first time- revealed…
To be John Baudwin.
[i]”Dad.”[/i]

What happened next seemed almost a blur: Weeks of switching between fits of sobbing and rapid aggression. A greater rift building between he and Jack, as both blamed the other for their father’s demise. 
A great guilt setting in, when Oliver realised that every strict thing his father had ever ordered of them, he’d ordered for their protection.
And a pensive sadness that followed, when he realised he’d lived with his hero his whole life, and never thanked him.

At some point in the following year, both Jack and Oliver decided they were to become Moderators, and carry on his legacy. 
Green 060 was happy to arrange them being sent to the academy.
And the academy was happy to receive them.
Or, at least, they were happy to receive Jack.

Oliver had the determination and drive to be a great Moderator, they often said: But he lacked just about everything else.
Certainly, he was brave, but he wasn’t very strong.
And of course, he was honourable, but he wasn’t very fast, either. 
Parallel to him, Jack excelled almost ceaselessly: And that success drove Oliver to refuse to quit, even when his teachers were almost begging him too.

Eventually, he became fairly capable with a sword, and his determination was remarked upon as one of the defining features of a Moderator…
Not the most desirable trait he could’ve had, but certainly it was a start. 
He would graduate a year after Jack. 
His brother went on to serve in Tokyo as Blues-City’s Blue-42, whereas Oliver was bound for Proto-City, New York, when times grew desperate and their Moderators mysteriously vanished.
Now, he is determined to become a great Moderator commander. 
He just wished people would stop saying his brother would be an even [i]better[/i] one.