Nicknames : Chaos, Chasey
Gender : Female
Orientation : Bisexual
Age(s) : 25
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There's a lot to say about Chase here, but to simplify it all she can be described as hard-headed, brash, curt, and a little uptight. It isn't entirely her fault though, since her life hasn't really been all that "normal," and because of that, it was never easy to let anyone close that wasn't her sisters.

 

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Her mother died during childbirth, leaving her in the care of her father, Duncan Thompson. Chase had spent the majority of her childhood with her father and it wasn't fun. Let's just say that she could never be the son that he had wished for...

"You must train for this", "you're too weak to do that", "you'll never amount to anything." Nothing that a growing little Lycan child should hear. A lot of what her father did to her were things that no one should go through.

 

Chase had eventually found salvation, in the form of a woman. Akasha Pena.

 

At the time, Akasha only had one daughter, Jade, and they were both the sweetest things that Chase had ever encountered. Duncan worked as a bounty hunter and since he didn't want to take Chase everywhere he went, the man left his daughter in Akasha's care. Somewhere along the way, Akasha had also become pregnant with another one of Duncan's children and even though the said man wasn't even in the picture, it was almost like she finally had a family. 

 

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Everything went south just after Ryder, Akasha's second child, and Chase's newly adopted sister was born. 

 

It was never clear as to why Duncan did it. Or whatever it was exactly that had made him snap and decided that he didn't want to kill for justice, or even just for money anymore, but for the thrill of it as well. Chase remembered the warmth of Akasha's blood on her hands as she watched her adopted mother take her last breaths, and even though the blur of tears she remembered the way Duncan's face looked as he left the three of them to mourn over their mother's corpse. That sinister and feral curl of his lips and that disturbing glint in his red eyes... Chase had always noticed, it was there whenever he would leave her aching, broken, and so bruised after his so-called "training." 

 

"If you can't fight me off, you'll never be able to defend yourself in the real world. Pathetic."

 

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The girl's made it a goal. Their life's purpose more like, to have Duncan head on a platter after that, and ever since then they've grown stronger, smarter, and more than capable of taking on anyone that might threaten their family again.

 

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Since Chase's parents were both Lycans, she can also transform herself. Chase's ability to transform at will comes in handy for her and her sisters in times of trouble, that, and her trusty gun lance, "Piper". 

OOC =/= IC. So if our characters happen to be involved in something, it's going to stay between them. I'm not one for drama so if you want to try me, I will gladly show you the door.

 

I do have the right to refuse rp as well and I will flat out ignore you if you do piss me off. Blank profiles, lolis, and those infamous for pming every girl on RPH will also be ignored as well.

 

I am pretty pm friendly, but if I don't answer I'm probably busy with something and I will get back to you. So please don't spam, I still have a real-life and it's a little more important that our fake story, sorry to tell you.

 

This character was originally created for fantasy RP, but I can tweak her a bit to fit in a different universe if asked to do so. However; I will not completely change my character for you.

 

Unless we've actually spoken and conversated in chat for at least for a short amount of time, smut is a no. Other than that I don't have much else to say other than don't be an asshole and we'll get along great.~

 

(Chase does have tattoo sleeves on both arms, a few on her back, and her legs, but none on her face.)

 

This Character is Still a W.I.P.

Chase ThompsonName
Chase, ChaosAlias
27 years oldAge
BisexualSexuality
LycanSpecies

Every rose has its thorns.