Hopefully I'm not too late to apply? I've been kind of busy; sis is graduating high school, and I've gotta be there for her, so life is a little hectic right now. Hoping this is ok.
EDIT: For some reason in every instance of the word I spelled "Somabra" "Sombrada". Idk why, probably sounds nice to my ears. Either way, I fixed it all, I think.
Chase stands tall at 6'3". He has a chiseled face often adorned with a light shadow. By nature, his dark hair, chin length, is straight but wild, a tangled and frustrating mess when unkempt. Chase has taken to oiling it down with gel and slicking it back, as stiff and neat as it will go. Even then it has been known to fall out of place, a sorry metaphor for his life. He has bright blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a sharp nose. Chase is physically fit to an extent; his body is decorated with a few scars from his brief run with the Hunters.
Chase's lycan form is a tall, strapping creature, standing about two inches higher than his's human height. It's fur color are various shades of a creamy gold, dulled by overlaying hues of dark brown.
Chase has a gruff but friendly way to him. He is not easily trusted, though a good deal of it has to do with his job. He can be stubborn to the point where no amount of arguing can make him change his mind (next best solution would be to beat him senseless). He has a calm outer appearance, even when panicking, once again due to his job. Chase displays a good level of independence and leadership in the right situations, but as a man that prefers to stand back and watch events unfold, he will often give the leadership wheel to someone else, opting to work on his own. He's not adverse to partnerships or long standing friendships, but he's found they're hard to come by when you have a secret like his. It doesn't seem like a smart idea, letting just anyone into his personal life. He can be a charmer, and sometimes looses himself to the other pleasures life has to offer before getting back on track. As often as he enjoys friendship, Chase also revels in solitude. In a strange mix between the desire to socialize and the desire to strike out on his own and leave behind any and all problems, his or Santa Somabra's.
As a child, Chase was known as a troublemaker, often sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Even up to today, he's been known to be a bit too inquisitive in places he shouldn't be. His excuse is "it's all a part of the job."
Born and bred in Santa Somabra, Chase grew up in the rough hands of the city's life. Raised in a middle class family (albeit a struggling one) he counts himself among the blessed in this city, praising his hardworking parents for the ability to provide their children with comfortable housing and food to eat every day.
For as long as Chase can remember, he's been investigating places he shouldn't. The nosey, trouble making child out of himself and his younger brother, he was the leader, neigh the catalyst for any and all adventures taken in childhood. If life was boring, Chase made it exciting. Days with his brother were spent at ease, running around the neighborhood exploring any and all nooks and crannies that were to be explored.
Of course, lot of kids have their rebellious phases. Not all, but Chase was, unfortunately, not among those. For the early part his childhood, he remembers sticking closer to the inner parts of the city. Even his neighborhood was borderline skyscraper (poor people skyscrapers to be exact...so like tall, red brick apartment buildings). Remember all those adventures? They weren't without copious amounts of reprimanding from his parents about the danger of the city and the luck of their two children. But sometimes luck is not enough.
To get straight to the point, a rebellious adventure at fifteen years old to the outskirts of the city left Chase with lycanthropy. Even today, he's not sure why it didn't kill him. He was small, scrawny, killable, edible if we're being frank. Easy prey. But it let him live. Chase likes to think it was an accident. Some poor wild uncontrollable beast out on a rampage. It had probably struck him in its fury and in that same fury, quickly forgotten the poor scraggly boy it had attacked.
He kept it secret for as many months as he could. He would leave home for days to run as a man beast in the emptier parts of the cities. His temper spiked out of control in that time of depression and frustration. And life became a blur, a sad pattern of destruction and blood in the wake of whatever path he took.
In those scary months of isolation, Chase was given an in depth look of the crime world of Santa Somabra, a world that had always loomed over his head. Crime was everywhere; the antics of the various gangs and organizations of Somabra had not escape his or anyone else's notice. But Chase had never experienced it. Adventurous as he was, his parents had kept a tight enough grip on his life to shelter him as much as they could from the very worse. But with some amount of freedom and his new "abilities," the reeking crime life of Santa Somabra began to unravel around him.
For a small while, Chase stayed with the Hunters, living a somewhat vagabond life. During this time he lived a hectic and unhealthy life trying to balance some semblance of normal life with the savage killing sprees of the Hunters. Since leaving he has few, if any real, friends among them.
In time, when he regained control of himself as a human, as an individual with personality and independence, Chase made the conscious decision to become a part of the crime fighting force in Santa Somabra. It seemed stupid and hard, the whole thing, and all the while he worked his way up, he would wonder for what reason he had chosen this life. Not to mention the fact that he seemed like a total hypocrite. No stranger to needless murder, his rise to detective status was almost ironic, if not, subtly corrupt.
There were a variety of reasons he chose this life, some admirable, others not so much. A point to his moral compass for desiring to fight crime, at least to some degree, in Santa Somabra. But there were other benefits. Who would suspect a Santa Somabra detective to be a werewolf?
No one, that's who. Chase does his job admirably enough, sniffing out criminals (both figuratively and literally) to the best of his ability. Its perhaps wrong on his part that his effort will drop to 0% when he believes the criminals aren't worth the pursuing; crime bosses too big for the as of yet comparatively weak (and probably corrupt) SSPD to fight. And he's has his moments. He's no stranger to working with criminals to get what he wants.
But it's all in a day's work anyway.
EDIT: For some reason in every instance of the word I spelled "Somabra" "Sombrada". Idk why, probably sounds nice to my ears. Either way, I fixed it all, I think.
Name/Nicknames
Chase Amelio Race
WerewolfAge
28Appearance
Human
Chase stands tall at 6'3". He has a chiseled face often adorned with a light shadow. By nature, his dark hair, chin length, is straight but wild, a tangled and frustrating mess when unkempt. Chase has taken to oiling it down with gel and slicking it back, as stiff and neat as it will go. Even then it has been known to fall out of place, a sorry metaphor for his life. He has bright blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a sharp nose. Chase is physically fit to an extent; his body is decorated with a few scars from his brief run with the Hunters.
Werewolf
Chase's lycan form is a tall, strapping creature, standing about two inches higher than his's human height. It's fur color are various shades of a creamy gold, dulled by overlaying hues of dark brown.
Personality
Chase has a gruff but friendly way to him. He is not easily trusted, though a good deal of it has to do with his job. He can be stubborn to the point where no amount of arguing can make him change his mind (next best solution would be to beat him senseless). He has a calm outer appearance, even when panicking, once again due to his job. Chase displays a good level of independence and leadership in the right situations, but as a man that prefers to stand back and watch events unfold, he will often give the leadership wheel to someone else, opting to work on his own. He's not adverse to partnerships or long standing friendships, but he's found they're hard to come by when you have a secret like his. It doesn't seem like a smart idea, letting just anyone into his personal life. He can be a charmer, and sometimes looses himself to the other pleasures life has to offer before getting back on track. As often as he enjoys friendship, Chase also revels in solitude. In a strange mix between the desire to socialize and the desire to strike out on his own and leave behind any and all problems, his or Santa Somabra's.
As a child, Chase was known as a troublemaker, often sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Even up to today, he's been known to be a bit too inquisitive in places he shouldn't be. His excuse is "it's all a part of the job."
Bio
Born and bred in Santa Somabra, Chase grew up in the rough hands of the city's life. Raised in a middle class family (albeit a struggling one) he counts himself among the blessed in this city, praising his hardworking parents for the ability to provide their children with comfortable housing and food to eat every day.
For as long as Chase can remember, he's been investigating places he shouldn't. The nosey, trouble making child out of himself and his younger brother, he was the leader, neigh the catalyst for any and all adventures taken in childhood. If life was boring, Chase made it exciting. Days with his brother were spent at ease, running around the neighborhood exploring any and all nooks and crannies that were to be explored.
Of course, lot of kids have their rebellious phases. Not all, but Chase was, unfortunately, not among those. For the early part his childhood, he remembers sticking closer to the inner parts of the city. Even his neighborhood was borderline skyscraper (poor people skyscrapers to be exact...so like tall, red brick apartment buildings). Remember all those adventures? They weren't without copious amounts of reprimanding from his parents about the danger of the city and the luck of their two children. But sometimes luck is not enough.
To get straight to the point, a rebellious adventure at fifteen years old to the outskirts of the city left Chase with lycanthropy. Even today, he's not sure why it didn't kill him. He was small, scrawny, killable, edible if we're being frank. Easy prey. But it let him live. Chase likes to think it was an accident. Some poor wild uncontrollable beast out on a rampage. It had probably struck him in its fury and in that same fury, quickly forgotten the poor scraggly boy it had attacked.
He kept it secret for as many months as he could. He would leave home for days to run as a man beast in the emptier parts of the cities. His temper spiked out of control in that time of depression and frustration. And life became a blur, a sad pattern of destruction and blood in the wake of whatever path he took.
In those scary months of isolation, Chase was given an in depth look of the crime world of Santa Somabra, a world that had always loomed over his head. Crime was everywhere; the antics of the various gangs and organizations of Somabra had not escape his or anyone else's notice. But Chase had never experienced it. Adventurous as he was, his parents had kept a tight enough grip on his life to shelter him as much as they could from the very worse. But with some amount of freedom and his new "abilities," the reeking crime life of Santa Somabra began to unravel around him.
For a small while, Chase stayed with the Hunters, living a somewhat vagabond life. During this time he lived a hectic and unhealthy life trying to balance some semblance of normal life with the savage killing sprees of the Hunters. Since leaving he has few, if any real, friends among them.
In time, when he regained control of himself as a human, as an individual with personality and independence, Chase made the conscious decision to become a part of the crime fighting force in Santa Somabra. It seemed stupid and hard, the whole thing, and all the while he worked his way up, he would wonder for what reason he had chosen this life. Not to mention the fact that he seemed like a total hypocrite. No stranger to needless murder, his rise to detective status was almost ironic, if not, subtly corrupt.
There were a variety of reasons he chose this life, some admirable, others not so much. A point to his moral compass for desiring to fight crime, at least to some degree, in Santa Somabra. But there were other benefits. Who would suspect a Santa Somabra detective to be a werewolf?
No one, that's who. Chase does his job admirably enough, sniffing out criminals (both figuratively and literally) to the best of his ability. Its perhaps wrong on his part that his effort will drop to 0% when he believes the criminals aren't worth the pursuing; crime bosses too big for the as of yet comparatively weak (and probably corrupt) SSPD to fight. And he's has his moments. He's no stranger to working with criminals to get what he wants.
But it's all in a day's work anyway.
Other
- Chase lives alone in a surprisingly neat (thanks for the manners mom and dad) one bedroom apartment. The bachelor life is fun, kinda.
- He has two mutts for pets. One big headed pitbull looking brindle pup, and an older black lab mix looking dog. They're illegal in the apartment, but surprisingly quiet, so all is good.
- His brother is the only one that knows about his lycanthropy. His parents still live a blissful life in deceit.
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