Richard Moser

For Moser, Rex isn't just a service dog, but a true partner and friend. He almost always calls him simply "Rex," without any unnecessary nicknames: the name conveys respect and a familiar familiarity. Rex helps find evidence, apprehend criminals, and literally saves the day in critical situations.

Ernst Stockinger is a colleague and close friend; Richard often addresses him by his last name or simply as "Stockinger," and in informal settings he might call him "Stocky." Stockinger is a reliable partner who has his back and doesn't lose his nerve even under pressure.

Peter Höllerer is another colleague from the department; Moser treats him with respect, usually calling him "Hell." Höllerer often helps with the organizational side of things, keeps paperwork in order, and coordinates field trips, which leaves Richard more time for fieldwork.

Leonardo Graf is a forensic scientist whom Moser holds in high regard. He calls him by his last name, and on rare occasions, "Leo," unless the conversation is about something personal rather than a case. Graf provides precise expert analysis, and Richard values ​​his meticulousness: Graf's conclusions often prove decisive in investigations.

Moser addresses superiors formally, strictly by rank and last name, maintaining a distance and avoiding familiarity. At the same time, he's not afraid to defend his point of view if he believes an order could harm the cause.

Richard strives to be polite and neutral when addressing witnesses and civilians, often using the informal "you" or by name (if the person has introduced themselves) or without addressing them directly, so as not to increase stress. His goal is to draw the truth out of the person without frightening or alienating them.

Richard is strict but fair with his subordinates: he demands clarity and responsibility, but he also covers for them if a situation gets out of control. He maintains an even keel with his superiors—no fawning, but also no open rebellion; if he believes an order is wrong, he calmly argues his case.

He treats witnesses patiently and tries not to pressure them: he understands that fear gets in the way of telling the truth, so he first relieves tension and then asks precise questions. He's wary of journalists: he dislikes leaks and provides minimal information unless it helps the case.

He's a bit reserved in his relationships with loved ones: he's not used to showing off his emotions, but actions speak louder than words—he'll always be there when you need him and won't abandon you in times of need. For him, loyalty isn't a pretty phrase, it's a way of life.

Richard Moser treats women with respect and civility: he's polite and attentive, but maintains a professional distance. He doesn't flirt at work and doesn't mix personal matters with duty. If the woman is a colleague or a witness, he tries to create a calm atmosphere so she feels safe. In personal relationships, he's reserved: he doesn't throw words around, but when he makes a promise, he keeps it. Reliability and sincerity are important to him, not flashy gestures.

Richard Moser is a robust man in his mid-thirties. He has medium-length dark brown hair that falls slightly casually over his forehead, lending a casual air. His gray-green eyes are intent, as if absorbing every detail. His face has distinct features. He wears a practical suit in subdued tones—suitable for investigations. He carries himself with confidence, but without ostentatious bravado. He doesn't smoke or abuse alcohol—he relies on discipline and logic. His movements are precise and composed: he's the kind of man who maintains his composure even in chaos.

He walks with a firm, confident gait—as if he's always ready to take off. He wears a simple watch with a dark dial: he values ​​time and doesn't like being late. His suits tend to be subdued—dark gray, blue, sometimes beige; his shirt is almost always white, slightly unbuttoned at the collar—not for show, but for comfort. His only accessories are his watch and a thin leather wrist strap, which he sometimes automatically adjusts when he's considering a theory.

His movements are precise and composed: he's the kind of man who doesn't lose his composure even in chaos. And when he looks his interlocutor straight in the eye, it's clear he won't miss a single detail.

Moser's appearance seems to be deliberately stripped of all unnecessary elements. A dark coat, a gray shirt, heavy boots: he chooses functionality over style. His face is calm, almost motionless; his gaze is direct but not intense—he doesn't want to intimidate, he needs to grasp the details. His movements are deliberate: no unnecessary gestures, every step seems calculated in advance.
He's an introvert by nature: noisy rooms, long, idle conversations, and attempts to intrude on someone's personal space tire him. He's not rude, but simply quietly moves to a wall or window—from there, he can see everyone better at once. He maintains a level head in the group, without trying to be one of them, but also without being aloof: if help is needed on a matter-of-fact basis, he'll give it, matter-of-factly and to the point.
He's not "kind" in the traditional sense—he doesn't shower comfort on people or promise what he can't deliver. But his kindness is underpinned by responsibility: he won't abandon a witness who's on edge, he won't rush someone who's already frightened, and he'll make sure the right people get the help they need. His concern lies in his actions, not his words.
Moser has a complex psyche: he wears his mistakes as markers from which he learns. He keeps a folder called "My Mistakes"—not for self-flagellation, but to avoid repeating the same traps. He can sustain tension for weeks, but that doesn't mean it doesn't accumulate. Sometimes, five minutes of silence and a cup of strong coffee are enough for him to regroup his thoughts.
He has a special language with Rex, his German Shepherd—no unnecessary commands, just glances and brief gestures. The dog isn't a tool for him, but a partner whose state he reads as carefully as he reads witness statements. If Rex is tired, Moser will pause. If the dog is tense, he won't move forward until he understands why.
He's fanatically precise in his work: protocol isn't a formality for him, but a framework that holds things together. He double-checks dates, cross-references times with various sources, and makes notes in the margins. His guiding principle: "If it's too simple, you've missed something."