Post by chase reed on Feb 2, 2011 11:22:02 GMT -8
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name: Jennifer Johnson
age: 16
gender: female
writing experience: I’ve been RPing for only a couple months, but I’ve been writing for a couple years
how’d you find us?: real life top 50
a favorite book: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban
other character(s): none
name: Chase Carter Reed
age: 17
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: lower
previous residence: America
eye color: blue
hair color: light brown
height: 6’ 2”
distinguishing features: scars on his body from where he was beaten by his dad. A tattoo on his upper on his right side, over his ribcage: Remember me. A dedication to his deceased sister.
four good personality traits
four bad personality traits
three quirks
important people
historyWhen Chase was born, his mother was nervous about how things would go while raising him. She worried about his future, about how he would turn out, and how popular he would be, if only she could see him now, she dies in a gruesome car crash when Chase was only 8 years old. He had a sister that had died in the crash as well, she was only six at the time, and she was the most precious thing ever.
Chase lived with an abusive father until the feds took him away, when his father put him in the hospital when he was 10. His father was a drunk before that, but it only got worse after the accident, the abuse started off small, when Chase was about 5, then it progressively grew worse until the government couldn’t ignore the constant visits to the hospital. The only thing Chase had from his father was terrible scars, emotionally and physically. Honestly, it’s due to his father that he has such a temper, and fighting problem.
Chase was a good kid. Really, somewhere, deep, deep down in his soul, he was good. Before his mom and sister died, he was a perfect angel, thinking that when his father beat him, it was because he did something wrong, but after the accident he understood that it wasn’t his fault, and as he struck back at his father, his father struck harder, and more often. He was often in the hospital with broken arms, and ribs, and other bones.
He was in one foster home, for a couple of weeks before a wonderful family that adopted him. It was a sweet woman, Margret, her hefty English husband, Chris, and a beautiful daughter, Jamie. He was 11 years old when they adopted him and he’s been with them ever since.
Even though his family is wonderful, he still has moments when he lashes out at them, and he regrets as soon as he does. They had done so much for him, taking him in, even with his destructive issues and given him things he had never had before, they didn’t treat him like a red headed step child, like most people do when they adopt, they treated him like he was theirs, and for that he would never be able to thank them enough.
One Chase’s fifteenth birthday he got a tattoo: Remember me They were the last words from his sisters mouth, and they were etched into his brain, making him wake up some nights drenched in a cold sweat, unable to fall asleep once more.
Chase had been in and out of trouble since he was 8, after the accident, and it hadn’t stopped, even when the perfect family, the Mandels, had adopted him. They were always bailing him out, and scolding him, but it never seemed to get through to him, and he continued to do it time and time again. Frankly, he was sure they would get tired of it and not want him anymore, but they never put him back in the system.
When the Mandels moved back to England, taking Chase with them, when he was eleven, he thought it would be a new start, where he could leave his nightmares back in America. Unfortunately, he was wrong, and the pain followed him, and so did the trouble. By the time he was seventeen he had been through eight different schools.
Académie d'Ouvrard was Chase’s last chance before he was sent to a reform school. He had to make it work, and he was determined to do so. For once in his life he was going to stick with something and see it to the end. He wanted to do right by his family, after they had done so much for him, he owed them at least that much.
if you could be anywhere, where would you be? I would go to Greece, it’s where my mom was from, and my sister said she always wanted to go there.
character’s play-by: lucas till
brideau
duparc
lane bathory