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[[x] Chase Stevens]

<sup>Surname;;

Stevens

Forenames;;

Chase

Age;;

20

Physical Appearance;;

Dark hair, practically raven black, and captivating blue eyes is a good way to describe Chase. Many think he dyes his hair the onyx color but it's all natural whether you care to believe it or not. His hair is cut and styled in the typical "emo" fashion with a thick fringe hanging in or above his eyes, swooping over his forehead and sometimes even has a little faux hawk added in to spice things up. He isn't following the trend if that's what you think. Chase has been styling his hair that way sense he was 13. Way before anyone even knew about being "emo". He doesn't like labels anyway but in the society we live in now being labeled is inevitable.

Although his eyes are a plain shade of blue, there is some mystery within the optics depth, making them unquie when compared to all those other boring brown eyes. No matter what, anyone can tell how Chase is feeling just by taking a quick glance at his eyes. They often give him away when he tries to lie or keep something covered up. Making him a horrible liar. The orbs can also show when and almost why he is suddenly sad or sorrowful, considering that happens many times. They will often cloud over when he isn't feeling all to well and turn a frightening eletric blue when he is angry or upset. All in all, with Chase the saying "the eyes are the windows to the soul" speaks volumes.

He wouldn't go as far as saying his jaw-line was chiseled to perfection. Still, he doesn't have a double chin and you can tell he does indeed have a jaw which is on the verge of being defined. So, in his own words "it's a happy medium". Chase's nose isn't small either. It can also be thrown into the "happy medium" category as it isn't huge and isn't the first thing people usually notice about him, that would be his eyes. Though there is a slight bump along the bridge he received from falling face first from a tree. Amusing story actually that is meant for another time.

Chase isn't in a football player shape either. He isn't musclar or buff in anyway. That would actually be the last thing anyone thought when looking him over. Standing at a comfortable 5'10 and weighing a light 126 pounds, many probably think Chase is anorexic or has an eating disorder. Honestly though, Chase eats like a horse and just happens to be one of those lucky people who doesn't gain an ounce because they do so.

Because of a harsh past, Chase has scars running along his right and left wrist/forearm that are painful reminders. He used to be one of those people the who hurt themselves to give them some stability when their lives were otherwise. The professional term would be "self-harm", if you care to know. Besides that, he usually covers the scars up with long sleeve shirts, jackets, hoodies, etc. He isn't proud of that piece of his life and he doesn't really like speaking much of it either. Only people Chase considers good friends does he bother telling about the not so pretty part of his life.

Personality;;

What's there to say about Chase? Well, he really doesn't give a fuck what people think of him. Nor does he feel the need to rely on people anymore. So, I guess you could say he is pretty independent. He's learned a few things in his life that have made him the way he is today. If anything he has learned never to make someone your everything because when they go, which they will always do, then you got nothing at all. He's pretty sure he'll have no one but himself. When you're young and have both of your parents taken away it's just something you pick up. You ain't got no one but yourself. That's just what Chase has learned and that is just what he knows.

He may be sounding a bit of an ass and maybe even a little self-centered, but he really isn't. Chase can be one of the nicest kids you'll ever meet. He just doesn't take anyone's shit anymore. He has come along way from the little boy who allowed himself to be pushed around. Try to push him now and Chase will push right back. He is no longer frightened or scared of people bigger than himself. He has been through the worse and nothing really scares him anymore.

Chase is even a bit of a bad boy. Working hard but playing harder. He parties, drinks, and sometimes smokes. He is far from being a virgin. Big deal. He lives his life how he wants. Whether people agree or not. He isn't one to listen to those who think they know what's good for him. Chase knows the only person who can possibly know what's good for him is himself and no one else. Among people's shit he doesn't take their advice either. He has a pretty bad temper problem and absolutely hates when people correct him. He has a small issue with alchohal and often has mental breakdowns when his past sneaks up on him. The only way, Chase knows how to get a good night's sleep is downing a few drinks and passing out. He doesn't have many friends and he wouldn't have it any other way. He has learned to depend on himself and when people ignore him it only makes things easier for Chase.

Background;;

The family he was born into was your typical white-picket-fenced-American family with a dark secret. All the get togethers and parties Chase's parents hosted when he was younger were really just cover ups for their quite ugly life-style. Nothing was normal within the Stevens house-hold and there was no glamorous hollywood aspect either. In all honesty, it was a house full of dsyfunctions and problems. A place where nightmares might as well been made.

His father, Adam Stevens, projected himself as this honoray man of business who only cared to give the best to his family when really he was a pompous jerk who looked out for "number one". Himself. He was an asshole to Chase especially and usually used the boy as his personal punching bag if he was ever angry. The man's actions, not only towards him but to his sisters and mother, made Chase loath him with a passion. Chase had never hated someone so much until his father came along and the hate was with good reasons too.

Chase's mother was a different story. She wasn't rude, disrespectful, and certainly didn't abuse Chase the way his father did. She was actually a kind and sweet lady but just had some serious issues. Laura Stevens was usually always out late, "partying" with friends and bringing home strange guys each night. Since Mr. Stevens was usually out of town due to business she had a lot of free time to whatever she wanted and Mrs. Stevens milked it for all it was worth. Although close to being a whore, Chase loved his mom nonetheless and always relied on her when his father began getting way out of hand. She was his support and for that Chase would be forever grateful.

Things changed darastically though when Chase turned 10. He can recall the night quite vividly and still it haunts him. Rain was falling heavily outside and the wind was howling wildly. Every now and then there would be a strike of white light, brightening the sky for a split second before resuming darkness. Chase and his sisters were upstairs tucked in bed, most sleeping soundly. Except this night Chase couldn't sleep. A pang in his gut was bothering him and wouldn't let the boy fall asleep. A few minutes after the pang Chase heard the agrument between his parents start up. His father had finally discovered his mother's secrets and he wasn't taking to the discovery too kindly. Then again who would? But what happened next would live with Chase forever and because of it he never gets a peaceful night's sleep now.

The argument went from a dispute of words to an actually physical fight. His dad slapped his mom around a bit and the next thing he knew the woman he had promised to cherish tumbled down the stairs, coming to lay at the bottom; motionless and close to lifeless. Mr. Stevens was actually feeling remorse and he called an ambulance quickly. She was rushed to the hospital and Chase's father was taken to a police station for questioning. The kids were brought to the hospital and watched helplessly as their dear mother died right in front of them. Chase was the worst affected and he pretty much had a mental breakdown at just the tender age of 10. She was his everything and to watch her in that much pain hurt him too. When she finally did pass, Chase's mother took a piece of him with her. A piece he is still waiting to be filled to this day. What he doesn't want to admit is there is a great chane that void may never be filled and he may as well suffer for eternity.

Justice was found though and his father was charged with murder and had cases of abuse charged against him also. To prove evidence of abuse in the house, Chase testifed against his father and was able to help with the out-come of the case: guilty.

What came after was the Stevens sibilings being seperated and sent off to different foster homes because none of their remaining family members were willing to take them in. Chase could never find one that stuck and he was always on the move. Since he was always taken to a new place, he figured something was wrong with him and that it was his fault. Especially since the only places that ever seemed to "work" were the ones where he was treated like he used to be at home, maybe just as worse. He felt unloved and lost. Like he was destined to be alone. Chase was now at the age of 14 and he turned to the only friend he had now. A tiny little razor-blade. That was his rock now and without it Chase probably wouldn't have been able to survive. Music was also a life-line and he seemed to find some hope whenever he was given the chance to listen to it. Through it all, Chase learned one thing: In the end there was only one person you could really rely on and that was yourself. Maybe that's why his dad had been so concerned about himself because he realized what Chase had. It was always just going to be you and when that happened it was an easier transition when you didn't care for anyone but yourself. That outlook made things easier and it didn't let anyone down. Chase was tired of letting people down.

Once he became 18, Chase got out of the foster home cycle quick and started making a living and a name for himself. He wasn't going to be a business man or someone who worked at McDonalds and their greatest accomplishment was becoming employee of the month three times in a row. No. He didn't want that life. Chase was going to follow his dream of becoming a musician. He worked on his vocals and even taught himself how to play the guitar, piano, and drums. Soon enough, Chase was making enough money by playing gigs at clubs when he was still only 18. Though he knows he will have to work harder if he plans on making it big in hollywood.

Now, he is living on his own, taking care of his three dogs and just living life to the fullest as he could never before. Chase hasn't gotten over the death of his mother but still remembers all the good times they shared toget and his father is nothing but a fading memory. He is able to breath easy without a razor now and for once Chase is starting off on the right foot.

Job;;

Singer

School/College/University;;

College

Pets;;

- Danger - 2 months - Black Lab -

- Casino - 3 years old - Black German Shepard -

- Phoenix - 4 months - Black Lab -

Sample Post;;

{From Isliton}

Ace's growl brought Tristan back to reality. The boy looked to his dog a quick moment. He wasn't sure if the black animal was even growling. The dog was usually friendly and easy going. Obviously he was angry at Tristan for ignoring him for so long. He smiled at his dog and reached a hand out to scratch his head softly again. The creature became content once more and placed his maw on Tristan's knee. With silence re-established and the only sound coming from the waves, Tristan began thinking about home life. Sure, he was on his own now, but his mom and sisters were still at home. Still dealing with the shit his 'father' gave them. In a way, he felt like it was his responsibility to take care of them. He felt angry at himself for just up and leaving like that.

Sighing and looking down to Ace, Tristan smiled and patted his head softly. At least he had one good thing to rely on. Standing and grabbing Ace's tennis ball, Tristan muttered a command to Ace one that he followed willingly. About halfway to the trail, Ace took off, barking happily and his tail wagging like crazy. Tristan stopped and whistled to his dog. Unlike every other time, he kept running. He sighed again, shoving the ball in his jeans pocket and rushing after the dog. He nearly tripped as the the Shepard stopped in front of him abruptly. Tristan grabbed at his collar as he saw another dog nearing them quickly. Ace whined and squirmed around to escape his grasp. Tristan held the collar tightly, but just enough so he wouldn't bolt off again. Once Ace began chasing after something that interested him it was hard to get him back, even with a whistle and command. As the Lab reached the pair, the two dogs sniffed at each other and pranced around playfully. He figured he could make the other dog's owner 's task of retrieving him a little easier and reached out to take a hold of the leash connected to the collar around his own neck. Tristan held Ace securely as he looked up to see a girl his age running towards them. He wrapped the leash around his hand and spoke something to Ace as he walked the remaining distance between himself and the girl. As he arrived a few feet from her, Tristan smiled warmly at her and looked to the two dogs.

"This one yours?".

He asked gesturing to the black lab to his right. Ace was pulling at his collar once again. This time to invade the girl's personal space. Tristan did his best to contain the burly beast but had no such luck. Ace slipped out of his collar and hurried to the girl, sniffing furiously at her feet and working his way up. He chuckled some as Ace barked at her and then begged for her attention. The boy scratched at the back of his head.

"Sorry about Ace there. He lacks in the manners department".

Tristan offered her another smile. He called his dog and whistled softly. Ace grumbled and barked at the girl again before returning reluctantly to Tristan's side. He told him to sit and the dog sat on his haunches again with a soft thud in the sand, a disgruntled groan emitted from his maw as he licked it quickly. Tristan extended his hand that held the leash of the Lab to the girl, a small smile playing on his lips.

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