Post by Chase "Dizzery" Carter on Mar 10, 2016 19:59:08 GMT -5
Public file: Basic information
Name:
Chase carter -
Alias:
Age:
Seventeen -
Grade:
Junior -
Sexuality:
Heterosexual -
Religion:
None, doesn't believe in religion -
Blood type:
A positive (A+) -
Public File: Appearance
Height:
Five-foot-eleven (5'11'') -
Weight:
150lbs -
Eye Color:
Black/Charcoal -
Hair Color:
Also black/Charcoal -
Appearance:
Personal files: Government records
Personality:
Like most teenagers, honestly.
Chase doesn't like to admit this, simply because he would view it as a pain if he did but it is the truth. He's a quiet, shut in boy that doesn't really standout anywhere he goes. Maybe the goggles make him standout but that's about it.
Other than that, he's quite a calm and collected person. He tends not to let things that are said get to him since he believes actions mean so much more. He's also not very good at listening to things that don't interest him. Most people can force themselves to listen but he just can't, it would make him fall asleep and unlike most people, he doesn't particularly like wasting time by sleeping. He's a pretty nice person to know and to be friends with but not so much on the side of enemies. Though hurting friends is something he could never, and would never do. The same cannot be said about enemies. If he was to be attacked or threatened, he would most likely get angry and attempt to get that person.
Another interesting part of him is his secrecy. He's a very secret and mysterious person, even to his friends. Everyone knows him as "Dizzery", not his real name.
Chase is fine with this though and is glad that is identity is mostly hidden from others because that way people don't get too nosy. Well, some of the time at least.
Fighting Style:
Nothing incredible to notice. Took a few years of training at school and in other places. Knows basic defensive and offensive moves. Also has pretty average combat knowledge with the odd exception. Can use the environment to his advantage and unlike when he's in class, engages his brain quite a lot. Another thing to note is that he won't hit anyone unless they threaten him or try and hit him first. Even if they hit his friends. Though, if they go as far as trying to kill his friends, the situation might change a little.
Strengths:
- Keen eye - Has a sharp eye for noticing things most people wouldn't be very much attention to at all. See that star in the sky you didn't notice? He did.
- Analytic - Chase has been known to be very analytic of situations to be able to understand them better.
- Kind and caring - Cares a lot for his friends and likes to make sure they are okay every now and again. He's a nice person, honestly.
Weaknesses:
- Not good at controlling anger - Though he is usually calm, on the off chance he gets angry, he finds it very hard to control.
- Not a reliable leader - Though he has a very strategic mind, if put into the position of leader, usually cracks under the pressure.
- Goes at his own pace - This is bad because sometimes it can be way too slow and sometimes it can be way too fast.
History:
Chase grew up in a reasonably good home with his parents, who both worked constantly. One had the night shift and one had the day shift. Unfortunately, because of these shifts, Chase began to see his dad less and less. Making it obvious who had the day shift and who had the night shift. While growing apart from his dad, he grew closer and closer to his mother whom he loved a lot. It was all actually quite sweet and dandy until his dad got jealous of his mom getting all his attention and decided to act upon his jealously.
Sneaking downstairs at night just before work and grabbing a knife, making his plan all the more obvious. He ran up the stairs and grabbed Chase. Dragging him into his wife's room, he woke her up and held a knife tight at Chase's throat. The boy, slightly shocked by all this, gave a small groan as the knife etched across his neck. His mother, whom had just woken up, let out a blood-curdling scream that clearly showed her terror for the situation but the man quickly stopped it with a loud and stern voice. He said that if she didn't switch shifts with him, he would kill her. The reasoning behind his motive made Chase want to break something but in the current situation, if he was to move, the knife would dig into his neck and kill him within seconds.
The mother, trying her best to remain calm but struggling, would take a risky chance. Taking a small glass she had on her stool and quickly launching it directly at the man's head. Boom, head-shot. A loud crash was heard and the knife slipped away from Chase's neck as the man groaned, falling backwards out of shock. The knife didn't hit the floor unlike the man though. The knife was left falling from just above Chase's head, so with his quick reactions he grabbed the knife and out of impulse, dropped to the floor with the knife in his hand, a firm grip. The knife pierced his dad's chest and did a good job of killing him quickly. Gruesome but true. The mother looked at the child and ran to comfort him because he must have been terrified but he wasn't actually that badly affected.
Of course, this situation did not come without a consequence and that was that he would have to attend a special school that was somewhere off the coast of San Francisco. His mother didn't remember the exact details, just that he would have one more year of home education before they would send him there until he finished school or was killed or something. While he stayed at home for the last year, he improved a lot of his observation skills and actually became very analytical by accident. It's a bad habit. He made sure his friends ended up hating him as to make sure they wouldn't be sad when he left. It was quite a harsh way of going about it but it was the best way he figured he could go about it without them getting all sentimental.
His life had escalated quite quickly, a lot quicker than he expected, but he went along with it because there wasn't anything particular he could really do about it. The last thing he did was go to a training school before leaving and learnt basic self defense and attacking skills. He was also taught how to use the environment to his advantage in a fight and all that nifty stuff. The year passed by a lot quicker than he thought it would and he was taken away from his beloved mother. She waved him one last goodbye as a tear rolled down he face and he left for the school.
What lay in wait for the young boy? A school of terror, his destined grave or maybe a place where he would be a lot happier off. Who knew... It's best not to spoil the best parts, so early in.
