ABOUT YOU

Name: Alex
Age: 18
How you found us: Call it fate I stumbled across the site during a mild session of procrastination whilst I should have been researching stuff for an essay.

CHARACTER INFO

Character name: Chase Cresent
Nicknames: none really just known as Chase
Character age: 18, not quite legal for everything but getting there
Birthdate: 15 October 1989
Gender: male
Lycan Species: werelion
Level: slightly more subbmissive due to laid back pacifist attitude
Strengths:
*He can talk himself out of almost any situation
*He will stand up for what he believes in
*he knows how to manipulate and flatter people to get what he wants
*he has hand to hand fighting skills and can handle a blade and throw one with almost impeccable aim

Weaknesses
*alphas often find him to cocky and opinionated
*his reckless and often rebellious streak gets him into a lot of trouble with higher ranking lions, humans and vampires
*He is a bit of a pacifist (well as much of a pacifist as someone who changes into a large shaggy carnivore can be.) but once he has been pushed to far he has taken on wolves much larger and stronger than himself...ahem and not necessarily won
*His distaste for having power over others has stopped him from ever being an alpha or much of a dominant lion
*he has a fear of rabbits 8)

Weapons carried on person: He only ever carries two blades: an eight" silver one with an ornate hilt of ebony and a 5" Ivory one which has a hilt carved to look like a snarling lions head which he doesn't use as a weapon. He prefers to rely on his own antural weapons and has an extreme distaste towards firearms

Tell me about yourself
Portrayal: Charlie Hunnam
Picture:



Physical description:
Chase has a rich husky voice heavily drenched in a East London accent that is as much at odds with his classic Californian features as his punk to the bones lifestyle is.

He was born with golden skin (unusual for British blood), sandy blond hair that falls in bangs to his collar and in his eyes; he's been growing it after his Mohawk phase started to bore him. His eyes are a brilliant, intelligent, laughing cobalt blue that never quite loose their humour...and are framed by thick black lashes that almost look as if he's wearing heavy mascara.

He has two eyebrow piercings (on the same eyebrow by the way), a lip ring in the left corner of his sensual mouth that is never without a cocky wolfish grin or a wry lopsided smile that can be all too knowing and arrogant, these piercing are all silver and hurt like hell this is topped off with a tattoo of a pacing lion silhouette between his shoulder blades.

His style of clothing cannot be defined, he is like a chameleon he adapts to the people he's surrounded with as in if he goes to a club with a punk or goth vibe he shreds his casual surfer look to fit in with the practiced style. His usual daytime clothes are made up of baggy (often stylishly torn) jeans or cargo pants with rather tight shirts and converse, but it really depends on the mood he's in.

He’s hardly ever without either a cocky wolfish grin or a cynical lopsided smile that can be all too knowing and self-assured. He has the body of a footballer (as in soccer), not overly huge but sleek and well muscled, with neat broad shoulders and a muscled chest that tapers to a slim waist, built more for speed and endurance than for throwing himself into hard obstinate walls that for some reason enjoy the pleasure ofChasehase thrown into them a bit too often. He roughly stands at about 6”2

As a lion he has rare white fur (white lions are not albinos) with the faintest grey dappleing and unusual bottle green eyes. As he's still a bit of a youngster he is yet to fully loose the awkwardness of young adult lions and his mane is not the full thickness of a mature lion. But he's getting there slowly but surely.

Lion:



Likes:
* individuality and independence
*snowboarding and football (once again I mean soccer)
*being able to speak his mind
*proving people that have underestimated him wrong
*open mindedness
*punk music
* intelligent women
*talented graffiti (its an art that very few people can do, so come on give it the respect that it deserves!)

Dislikes:
*narrow-mindedness
*proving people that have underestimated him right
*prejudice or any kind, religion, punks who just tag stuff and call themselves Graff artists (tagging is not Art!)
*hunting for sport
*rabbits.
*religion
*dogmatic people
*guns
*caged animals

Fears:
Not meeting his full potential, failing to protect the ones he loves, not having the balls to stand up for what he believes in, very powerful vampires (though that’s more of a respect thing) and rabbits

Nervous habits:
Chase often sub consciously bites his lower lip, especially if he's fighting against his beast, and often hard enough to make it bleed which obviously if he's facing off against another lion or confronting a tetchy vamp doesn't help the situation. If he's agitated or excited or just isn't concentrating his cobalt blue eyes may bleed into the bottle green of his lion.

Personality description:
Chase comes across as a bit of a cocky and opinionated teenager which essentially he well...is. He is very self assured and wont hesitate to make himself heard if he deems it necessary, and usually likes to drench his opinions in great dollops of sarcasm and cynicism. Despite these often pretentious and annoying traits Chase has an easy laugh and appreciates a good sense of humor finding some of the most dangerous or awkward situations amusing. Its almost impossible to ignore the intelligence that burns in his eyes and just as hard to ignore the contempt or disgust that though its rare you may find after truly offending him with an uncalled for action or word
Though Chase is a competent human and lycan fighter once he is comfortable in a pride he prefers not to get involved in conflicts with fellow lions and his diastase for having power over another human or lycan combined with his generally laid back nature has given him the rank of a sub. Despite this he still manages to get himself into a lot of trouble from not knowing when to bite his tongue among lions of a higher rank and once a friend or pride member is threatened he wont hesitate to protect them. In short He is very opinionated and hates prejudice of any kind, he isn't a big fan on religion because he hasn't had much fun with religious people. His quick wit and loose tongue get him into a lot of trouble and his laid back attitude hides the rebellious and insubordinate nature that rears its punk head every now and then and doesn't put him in many alpha lions good books

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Sarah Morticia Cresent and Jace Shaun Cresent [deceased]
Siblings: none
Children: none
pet- fat cat called Harley

History:
Until his fateful tenth birthday Chase had had a typical Childhood. He had loving parents and lived in a beautiful home in the English country side just a train ride from London. When he was only about ten years old his parents took him on a snowboarding holiday to the French alps for his birthday. And it was here during a small hike to the snowboarding runs with his parents that they were attacked by a rogue werelion. His mother and father were killed in front of him and Chase was very badly mauled. The only thing that kept him alive was the lycanthropy infection he had contracted from the killer a which was now beginning to slowly pump through his veins and began to already heal his own wounds, which despite his parent's own mauling they had not contracted themselves.
When a couple of skiers had found the family, the parents practically ripped to pieces lying in the red snow with their newly orphaned ten year old son bewildered and in shock, the deep scratches and bite wounds on his face, chest and arms visibly healing in a way that promised no scar except for a thin jagged line across his left bicep.

He'd been placed within the care of a reluctant Foster family that were resentful and terrified of his lycanthrope infliction and not versed at all on how to care for a newly turned lycanthrope. he first turned a month after the attack, and with many Lycans changing for the first time he was out of control and experienced memory loss of the events which included him getting out of the house and literally eating a horse, luckily no humans were hurt but he still felt bad for the kid whose pony he'd munched on...and for the pony of course...He'd found himself the next morning in a forest exhausted and very well fed. terrified of what had happened and what would happen if he returned to the dreaded foster family he ran away to London leaving the painful memories of his parents behind him.

It wasn't long before he was taken in by ragged, misfit, football hooligan, gang of teenage runaway lycans. The gang was mainly made up of young wolves but there were also a couple of rats, four hyenas, three leopards and even a rare tiger. Chase was the first Lion and they welcomed him with open arms.
the next two years were a whirlwind of teenage excitement and testosterone. they fought rival gangs, played football, watched football (remember this is England so I mean soccer), fought a bit more, got drunk, vandalized stuff, fought in illegal lycan fight clubs, played more football, got even more drunk and then fought each other.

He decided to leave the tender loving womb of teenage hormones to travel the world with the money from his trust fund that he got when he was eighteen, after spending a lot of time in Europe, Africa, south Africa, south America, Australia and Asia spending time with different prides around the world and learning different things from them, he finally settled in France for a few months with a pride under the rule of a female Regina who was amazing and his first experience with a proper pride was a good one. But as he had learned good things rarely last for very long, especially good Alpha's and she was soon over thrown by another female who turned out to be quite the sadist. So he left France behind and the new psycho Regina who wanted him dead after he'd refused to submit to her.
Chase boarded a plane to the USA, and TA DA here he is


Writing Sample:

there was something so starkly unfriendly about airports, they seemed so impersonal and uninviting. Chase's flight was delayed, but that didn't surprise him, what really got a deep primitive growl clawing at his throat was the three hours of going through security with a screaming toddler standing in front of him in the endless lines. Knowing his recent luck the kid would either be next to him on the plane or right behind him kicking his seat constantly. And after all that waiting, having to explain to one of the oh so cheerful men with a sniffer dog and big ol' gun that the reason his cowardly Alsatian was going mental was not because he was a drug mule but actually a werelion which in itself was turned out to be an even worse offense practically grounds for a cavity search (luckily the commanding officer was a woman and he was able to convince her...with the help of some kind of x-ray thing that he didn't have any drugs and that he wasn't going to rip the plane to shreds. They'd even tried to get him to wear a muzzle! So after all that what happens? he finds that he has to wait another four hours because the plane was delayed!

So Chase sat down on an unnecessarily uncomfortable seat and waited. It was round about now that he started to reminisce about England the country he was about to leave behind. Most of the memories before his parents death were good and managed to get a reluctant smile pulling at his determinedly pissed off lips. At first he thought of his mates, the lycan lads that had roughly made up his first pride and pretty much saved him from depression after his parents died. They'd taught him a lot, how to fight, how to survive and basically how to live...really live. The next pride had been short but he'd learned as well, he'd learned the basic rules of pride life and hierarchy, well that was until the she-bitch from hell took over. It didn't take long for his treacherous mind to drift to his parents, it wasn't as painful to think about them as it had been but he still tried to avoid the memories.

And then unbidden Chase remembered a time many years back when he had come face to face with his first real lions. he'd been I think maybe eight when he went to the zoo with his school. he'd never liked zoo's being half beast he was able to sympathize with the caged animals better than most, and found the trip disturbing. they had a small pride of lions at the zoo, only five with a grizzled alpha male a lioness and three young juveniles. He’d managed to slip away from the class and went back to the lions later on and simply sat down watching them with silent tears blurring his eyes. The lions sat opposite him on the other side of the enclosure and simply stared back at Chase mournfully with sad dull eyes.


Chase was rudely interrupted from his reminiscing by an announcement about his plane boarding. Naturally not only was the screaming toddler behind him but the surrounding seats looked like a bloody nursery. he was going to have a choir of screaming children all the way to America. And that ladies and gentlemen is why he didn’t believe in god.


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