Post by danny on Jul 19, 2009 15:02:40 GMT -5
Name: Chase West
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:He stands at six foot three inches and has mid-length brown hair. He has a tendency to wear t-shirts and Jeans with combat boots as well as a black leather jacket.
Personality: He has a tendency to be highly impatient with other people and to try and get things done as fast as possible. He is also highly intelligent though he only rarely shows it. He has a love of speed and is always trying to push himself to go faster.
Biography:
Chase was born Jason Pardue, third child of the extremely wealthy Pardue family. For years his parents treated him like he was barely there, rarely ever even talking to the boy, though they did manage to muster up enough parental concern to hire him a personal tutor, Elena Travis. For years he learned everything from Elena: How to cook, how to ride a bike, physics. He'd liked physics the most, how speed and inertia worked, how fast things fall under what conditions, how gas made things work.
When he turned thirteen he got a mountain bike from his parents, or rather Elena with his parent's credit card. Before long he was constantly zipping through the woods on it, pushing himself to go faster and better. By the time he turned fifteen he had already learned how to ride a motorcycle and even owned three. It wasn't long after his birthday sixteenth birthday that he sold off all but one bike, pulled all of the money out his trust fund, and ran off.
He changed his name to Chase West and within a few months he was in on an illegal street racing ring. He kept pushing himself and his bike faster, and generally won more then he lost. By seventeen he had more then tripled the money he'd started with. But for him it wasn't about money, it was about speed.
How they were recruited:
The club's sound system blasted techno as Chase downed another shot of whisky. He usually didn't like clubs, but tonight was a night to celebrate, and from the looks of it the guy at the end of the bar was more then willing to help him. Chase got up to introduce himself, but before he could get halfway down the bar someone grabbed his arm.
"Woah, one at a time please." He said with a smirk as he turned. Standing behind him was a woman in an expensive looking suit. "Sorry babe, you're huntin' in the wrong place."
"You're Chase West, right?" She asked.
"Who wants to know?" He said, with only a slight slur.
"Is there somewhere more quite we can talk." She asked. Chase nodded and lead her outside, but not before slipping his number to the guy at the bar.
"You'll never here from him." The woman said.
"What makes you say that?" Chase asked.
"Because in an hour you will officially declared dead." It wasn't a threat, just a statement. That really got Chase curious.
"Okay, so how am I going to die?" He asked almost casually.
"An accident of course. You get hit by a semi going full speed the wrong way. I'm here to offer you a job." Chase sized the woman up. She was really good at deadpan deliveries, which was as good a reason as any to hear her out.
"So what's this job?"
Preferred Job: Circus Stuntman
First morph: Cheetah
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:He stands at six foot three inches and has mid-length brown hair. He has a tendency to wear t-shirts and Jeans with combat boots as well as a black leather jacket.
Personality: He has a tendency to be highly impatient with other people and to try and get things done as fast as possible. He is also highly intelligent though he only rarely shows it. He has a love of speed and is always trying to push himself to go faster.
Biography:
Chase was born Jason Pardue, third child of the extremely wealthy Pardue family. For years his parents treated him like he was barely there, rarely ever even talking to the boy, though they did manage to muster up enough parental concern to hire him a personal tutor, Elena Travis. For years he learned everything from Elena: How to cook, how to ride a bike, physics. He'd liked physics the most, how speed and inertia worked, how fast things fall under what conditions, how gas made things work.
When he turned thirteen he got a mountain bike from his parents, or rather Elena with his parent's credit card. Before long he was constantly zipping through the woods on it, pushing himself to go faster and better. By the time he turned fifteen he had already learned how to ride a motorcycle and even owned three. It wasn't long after his birthday sixteenth birthday that he sold off all but one bike, pulled all of the money out his trust fund, and ran off.
He changed his name to Chase West and within a few months he was in on an illegal street racing ring. He kept pushing himself and his bike faster, and generally won more then he lost. By seventeen he had more then tripled the money he'd started with. But for him it wasn't about money, it was about speed.
How they were recruited:
The club's sound system blasted techno as Chase downed another shot of whisky. He usually didn't like clubs, but tonight was a night to celebrate, and from the looks of it the guy at the end of the bar was more then willing to help him. Chase got up to introduce himself, but before he could get halfway down the bar someone grabbed his arm.
"Woah, one at a time please." He said with a smirk as he turned. Standing behind him was a woman in an expensive looking suit. "Sorry babe, you're huntin' in the wrong place."
"You're Chase West, right?" She asked.
"Who wants to know?" He said, with only a slight slur.
"Is there somewhere more quite we can talk." She asked. Chase nodded and lead her outside, but not before slipping his number to the guy at the bar.
"You'll never here from him." The woman said.
"What makes you say that?" Chase asked.
"Because in an hour you will officially declared dead." It wasn't a threat, just a statement. That really got Chase curious.
"Okay, so how am I going to die?" He asked almost casually.
"An accident of course. You get hit by a semi going full speed the wrong way. I'm here to offer you a job." Chase sized the woman up. She was really good at deadpan deliveries, which was as good a reason as any to hear her out.
"So what's this job?"
Preferred Job: Circus Stuntman
First morph: Cheetah
