NOLASTNAME, chase

[Chase]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

CHASE

"GO SUCK AN EGG FOR ALL I CARE."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • Chase
NICKNAME • Chase
AGE • Nineteen
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Gang Member
CLASS • Low-Class
FACE CLAIM • Chace Crawford

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Chase is well built, with a muscular upper body. He fills in well and being a criminal most of his life has brought him a strong body in general. As a good looker, Chase well knows it, he shows off his lovely icy blue eyes to ladies and immediately they love him. The boy’s face has soft features, including a long nose. His mouth usually is set in a hazy, sexy smile right before he cuts your throat. His mouth contains quite some pearly whites, set into perfect order since he was small boy. Chase’s hair is a dark brown that is nearly black. It’s usually messy, and rugged under his cowboy hat. Though when he’s going somewhere formal, Chase swipes it to the side.

EYE COLOR • Icy Blue
HEIGHT • Six Feet
WEIGHT • 160 lb
BUILD • Tall and muscular.
SCARS? • One right on his arm.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Most likely his flawless shiny teeth, or the little tattoo he has on his wrist.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Chase’s personality as a person could be described as an asshole, icy, merciless and terrifying. The last one he tries to be, though to women, he could be described as a flirt. His attitude depends on who he’s talking to, though most of the time he’s an ass. Chase knows that he’s handsome, and he flaunts it too. He doesn’t think twice before doing anything, and can be thought of as selfish. He’s a killer if he has to be, and he won’t give you any mercy. The boy does have quite the temper, which can ignite if you make it. Chase will kill cold bloodedly and won’t feel even the smallest bit guilty.

Then, there is the Chase that no one sees. As a boy with a very ruff past, Chase doesn’t let emotions come to him. He just does things, and doesn’t think about them. If he’s ordered to do it and if he sees it necessary, he’ll do it. People that make him nervous or fearful immediately anger him; he hates to be lower than others. Chase likes to be dominant in any relationship, in gangs or with girls. He also likes to be manly, and does have a lot of honor. He won’t rape or harm women that are innocent, because he knows it would tell others he wasn’t a real man.

Now put someone he loves or is attached to into the story and Chase can be overly and annoyingly protective. He does like to stay with things he is attached to, causing him to get into trouble before. Due to the fact he lets his guard down when something actually touches his heart, Chase tries to keep all those emotion outta there. He claims love doesn't exist, though he still has yet to find out if it really doesn't. As a nineteen year old boy, Chase has yet to learn about the world. He still holds onto those childish traits, and he still has his own fun. Like most teenagers, Chase thinks he knows everything. And when people say he isn't right, let's just say his little firework starts to light.

LIKES •

animals; The only creatures that actually listen and don't talk back. Chase enjoys their company possibly more than humans.

night; Chase loves the night because apparently, that when all the "good things" happen.

women; Doesn't every boy nineteen years old. Not that Chase would ever think of long term dating but if he gets laid than he definitely loves that.

DISLIKES •

change Chase hates to have anything change without his knowledge. He likes to be on top of things.

rich people; For all he cares, they're all brats anyway. He can't help but be pissed off by them.

the sun; Makes everything fun nearly impossible frankly.

WEAKNESSES •

change; When things change, Chase kind of goes downhill. He doesn't accept well at all, which causes him to get into all sorts of trouble.

strawberries; No matter the time, date or place. Chase can actually lose his mean attitude towards life with strawberries.

children; Children are actually one of the things that trigger his emotions. Chase can't find himself doing harm to them, after his past.

STRENGTHS •

muscle strength; Chase can definitely kick ass if he has to. He uses his muscles a lot throughout his life and jobs that he is quite fit.

determination; Determination can be quite the powerful thing, Chase can be very determined. If he wants to kill someone their dead, but if he wants to protect someone, he'll risk his life to save them.

FEARS •

love; Chase knows love can mess with someone's mind so badly. He knows the affect it has on people and he doesn't want it messing with his head.

death; As something he tries to avoid at all cost, Chase really doesn't want to die. Ever.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FAMILY • Parents; both dead, doesn't know them.
PETS • Sand; his twelve year mustang, paint mare. Completely broke, and about as vicious as a cuddly bunny. About the opposite of Chase, the two make a good pair.
HISTORY •

Chase was born in Texas to a very poor family, struggling to get by with what they had. In the very first moments of his life, Chase was left on the doorstep of an old strict man with his very sick wife. Mr. Aile found the child on the doorstep and found it in his heart to at least bring the baby in so his wife could see. He had no intentions of keeping Chase as he hated children and never wanted any kids. Mrs. Aile however loved children and just like that she accepted Chase as her own. Mr. Aile loved his wife so badly; he was the one taking care of Chase, due to her terrible sickness. He raised Chase as a child into a very abusive and strict relationship making him call the couple “Mr. and Mrs.” Mrs. Aile was always in bed and stayed there till Chase turned three years old. At this time, much to poor Mr. Aile’s horror, she passed away peacefully in her sleep. The woman had left a will however under her pillow, because somewhere in her head she had known she was going to die. No matter how much Mr. Aile would want to get rid of Chase, the will asked (actually begged) that he take care of the poor child.

The life of Chase’s following after Mrs. Aile’s tragic death became a nightmare to any child’s imagination. Mr. Aile would cuss and beat Chase daily if he had any slip ups. The man refused to send the child to school and kept Chase home to do work. The boy was handling an axe as soon as he was able to use one and chopped wood. He also cleaned and cooked, making him somewhat of a maid. Chase as a little boy, had never really expected anything more. He had never experienced any other child’s lives nor had he seen what other parents did to their children. He thought the treatment was normal and as he grew older, he grew more obedient but with it grew a fiery anger. Working hard all day carved muscles into the boy and pretty soon it was easy to tell he was quite the looker. Annoyed with having to deal with this “aggravation”, Mr. Aile sent Chase to go earn money for their little “family”. Chase worked at ranch, riding and herding cows since he was thirteen. A big and strong boy at that age, he would have a lot of fun out on the range. The people didn’t hate nor loved Chase, but treated him neutrally.

It was then that everything started to change. The owner of the ranch had a daughter, a beautiful girl by all means but that was not the point. She was given everything she wanted, cuddled and told that she was loved. Chase watched her one day snuggled against her father’s side as he explained something to her and gave her little peck on the cheek. The boy was baffled, was this how parents treated children then? Chase did a little thinking then, and the boy was not stupid. He had been blind all his life. Seventeen and ready to start his own, he stormed back into the house, to his so called father. Chase let all that anger fly out then and let words fly right out of his perfect mouth. Mr. Aile had simply sat still growing more and more angrier by the minute. Finally when Chase’s little rant was over, Mr. Aile stood up with his knife. He walked over to Chase and slashed his arm, telling him he would slash it a little lower next time her was disrespected. Chase furious by this flung out, grabbed the knife and shoved deep into Mr. Aile’s heart. When Mr. Aile’s breaths stop coming, Chase left with nothing but the knife, fury still in his bones. He was changed that day, the day Mr. Aile threatened to kill him. With this, Chase became an outlaw causing chaos throughout the town. He ended joining the Pistoleros but still kept his threatening and evil demeanor.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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Yawning softly to himself, Jason made his way through the farm road, down to the eventing barn. Finally, the vet had a bit of free time to himself, which he greatly appreciated. It wasn’t often that he could go and ride Pip, only about twice a week, but when he did, it was definitely worth it. Like most horses, Pip had his good rides and bad rides. Jason’s goal was to get rid of those bad rides or keep them out of the way as much as possible. Though of course, no rider can get around them. The sun shined into his well worn shirt, making appear to look like an angel’s shirt. The light filled through it, and the white parts lit in a way that was dying to be on an America’s ranches magazine or an advertisement like that. Jason loved the sun; it gave him energy when he didn’t have any. Like a fuel for a car, the sun was fuel for Jason. The sun had that effect on people to make them hum, have fun outside or be optimistic about life. Optimistic people fell in love, proposed, found new jobs, bought new horses, donated to orphans and adopted orphans. It amazed him to think about what the sun could bring. Truly, it was a sign of pure and golden happiness.

On that trail of thought, Jason compared the sun to Pip. His lovely gelding that he did indeed have quite a bit of fun with. The horse seemed to be the only creature on earth who dared to challenge him, the rough cowboy. Pip was probably also the only thing on earth who managed to get that sweet and protective side of his soul as well. It was rare occasion should Jason would’ve felt so loving to anything other than his horses or family. Jason just didn’t bend that way easily. The man considered to the flexibility of acceptance, and Jason wasn’t that flexible. Perhaps with a little practice, he could be. Just maybe. Jason sighed at these ridiculous thoughts as his boots padded against the cement barn floor. Surprisingly, the barn for the most part was quite empty today. Jason’s soft smile grew wider, he loved today. Most of the stalls were empty with students taking their horses on rides or lessons. Only a few large, brown eye heads stuck through the stall doors. One in particular snorted and bobbed its large head.

”Hey Pip. Nice to see you too,” Jason started, walking to his large tack box on the side of the stall. It held all his riding equipment, as well as extra a first aid kit for minor injuries. What kind of vet would he be if he didn’t have his basic tools with him? Grabbing his black grooming kit, Jason let it drop softly onto a white stool. Then his rough hands slipped quickly around a halter, and in the following few minutes, Jason pulled Pip out of his stall and tied him into a cross tie. The horse lowered his head to the man, pretending to snuggle and be lovey-dovey. Jason knew the gelding far too well. He knew what would come in the next few seconds. The animal attempted to snatch his shoulder and threw his head up so Jason couldn’t slap it. Though where he had tried to grab the man, Jason had stepped sideways, and Pip’s nip grabbed only the air. Jason smirked at the animal, followed by an indignant snort. Chuckling, he grabbed a curry comb and started working on Pip’s coat. In about half an hour, the vet had managed to make Pip shine with a gleam made by the healthiest shampoo he could find.

Placing the gelding’s saddle on after a soft blanket, Jason set the girth to about two holes. He would tighten it later in order to not make Pip girthy. The last thing he needed for the teasing animal was one that would really bite him or be afraid. The last thing that Pip was was afraid. Jason would probably have sent him through an examination if the gelding ever got scared of him or a girth. He loved his job and horse that much. It was a fact that you only did the job right if you had passion for it. This whole farm was filled with passion which was the reason he had decided to work here. Jason pulled on the bridle in one swift motion and clip clopped down the aisle. A helmet covered his sandy colored hair, and his jeans were immune to the saddle. They were so worn, he doubted they would ruin anymore. No holes were in them fortunately however, Jason would never wear something like that. Though women, he didn’t have a hard time looking at that.

Smiling softly, Jason pulled the reins over Pip’s head when they were out of the barn and mounted without a mounting block. At six foot three, he was easily able to slide his foot through the stirrup, and pull himself over. Pip attempted to walk forward with a bit of cheek to his step, and Jason stayed firm pulling the reins till the horse went back. ”No. You, wait for me to get settled in the saddle,” he said through clenched teeth. Frowning, Jason sighed softly. If Pip was going to be smart today, he wouldn’t have a very fun time. The creature had too much energy; Jason decided he would warm him up really well or give him a good workout. But he really needed to get Pip’s attention before he tried any jumps. The arena sounded like a good place to keep Pip from being an idiot and make him work. Pushing the horse along with his seat, Jason walked over to the arena where he noticed two people doing a lesson of some sort. The student looked fiery on a horse he imagined to be named Firefly. It definitely matched him. Jason had given vaccines to him before. The instructor however, he had not met before. The women training the student looked so on top of things, so determined to make her student learn well while looking encouraging at the same time. It was an attractive trait he found in a woman. Staring at her for a second, Jason forgot he was on a horse and Pip shifted making him come back down to earth. Deciding to wait for the lesson to finish before talking, Jason stationed himself in a dark corner of the arena and watch the lesson. He was really watching the women, but there was no way in hell he would ever admit it.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

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