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[Chase Beckett]

Name: Chase Colt Beckett Age: 25 Gender: male Sexuality: demisexual Faction: Neutral Occupation: Co-owner of a sporting goods store Playby: Fate/Prototype, Lancer Traits Positive Determined Confident Hardworking Reflexive Honest Hands on Loyal Negative Reactionary Stubborn Insensitive Proud Forceful Dark humored Snide - Will be added someday History Born to two well respected military personnel, Chase was more of an ‘oops’ than anyone wanted to admit to. His parents would marry just a few months before his birth, and years later even Chase could count the time and perceive that he was unplanned. Considering neither of his parents wished to give up their work positions, Chase was often put in the care of extended family or trusted friends at home and very few of his early memories contained both of his parents in the same room for any length of time. Sometimes his mother would be home for weeks at a time only to leave again when work called; his father did much the same. At least the prior paid more attention to him than the latter, and Chase would grow to appreciate her more for it. As many young boys are, Chase was a rambunctious child from the beginning, getting into things he shouldn’t have from the moment he could crawl. Luckily both his parents were wired to keep the weapons locked away, and thus most of the mayhem Chase caused was altogether lighthearted at the end of the day. When he was old enough to attend school, Chase amassed numbers of cohorts willing run with his rough and tumble lifestyle. He was the first child in his grade to climb the fence and the first to be caught on the wires at the top and inverted for several minutes by nothing but his pants as his teachers tried to figure out what to do. While his grades were rather average, Chase saw no reason to do better when the world outside was calling to come play rather than stay inside, and it was only his mother who on and off again told him he needed to do better. He was moved into an all-boys military academy at the beginning of fourth grade when a particular incident related to the school cafeteria and a dog threatened to get him kicked out of school. It was one of the few times Chase remembered being scolded by either of his parents, and the young boy had never known such anger. For a long time, he didn’t speak to them, wouldn’t even write them when instructed to by his teachers. He assured everyone they didn’t care, but when Christmas came and tat year they spent it together as a family, something in Chase melted for a little. Why couldn’t every year be like that? He was always left wondering. The year after, his parents would divorce for reasons Chase would never get the details on. Though he himself had been steeled over the years by semi-absent parents, Chase had never seen his mother cry so much if ever, and he quite frankly didn’t know what to do. Awkwardly he told her he’d be the man of the house from there on out, and he did try harder to do better. His middle school years were surprisingly mild because of this fact though he still managed to get into a few fights with other boys for varying reasons. He made a few friends there by the end of eighth grade though they were all knuckle heads like he was. Rather than go on to a military high school, Chase pushed to be in the regular public education system. Though he’d never admit it, it was in order to be closer to home where his mother was spending more and more time on leave, and though she didn’t want to allow it initially, his mother eventually conceded. In public high school, Chase wavered between strict military values and rambunctious deviance. He met a good friend, Yulia, there during his freshman year, and they’d be rough mouthed pushy dorks that kept each other in line- kinda sorta. Before Chase knew it, he was a Junior and was tripping over what he wanted to do. While in the past few years he’d insisted he would enter the military right out of high school, Chase wasn’t so sure now. College… didn’t sound too bad? Just really annoying with more studying and all. Ok yeah he didn’t want that; it sounded like it sucked. Finally deciding to go headstrong into deal, he enlisted with Yulie. Boot camp was hell; no matter what anyone said, Chase knew it to be true. It pushed him harder than he thought possible and frustrated him greatly ironically making him work harder still. He and Yulia had been placed in separate squads, and for those first breaker months, he was virtually alone. Passed boot camp, it just got harder, but if there was something to be said for Chase, it was giving up wasn’t an option. He’d see it through even if it broke his back. Ironically his best skill was shooting guns which he would proudly attribute to teaching himself how to shoot when he was younger. Those memories that had once been great between him and his red ridder bb gun were now something to look back and smirk on even more. Getting deployed and dealing with war was something else, though. Nothing could have prepared Chase for the real thing, yet he’d spend years out there in the mess on the other side of the world. He watched people get shot at, blown up, and torn to pieces, and by the time he was sent home, Chase had locked away a good deal of things deep inside. He would only halfheartedly talk to the shrink he was assigned to see, and frequently, Chase found his anger jump up in random spurts for almost no reason. He picked a lot of needless fights before coming into contact with Yulia again. They talked for a while like it was old times, and eventually he’d pick up work at the sporting goods store she now owned. It was something to do aside from sitting around and collecting government checks, at the very least. Six months ago, when the ‘event’ occurred, Chase was approached by a smiling figure who asked what his wish was. He snorted and rolled his eyes wishing his PTSD would stop ruining his fun- but just like that, the feelings, anxiety, and stress slowly vanished. He could look back at those memories in a dry sort of way, as if the emotions he had felt when it had all occurred had been wiped away. It was strange, and he felt a part of himself left that day, though it seemed he was also given an insignia and a power in replacement. Insignia Level 1 Summoning lvl 1 – On Chase’s right wrist is a tattoo ring of words “I am no one but myself” in a font that allows it to be read just as easily upside down as right side up. Touching this insignia and focusing on an item somewhere in the material world (within the toybox), Chase is capable of summoning said item before him. He must know the exact item that he is trying to summon and has to have a general idea of where it is in order to summon it. The better he knows the item and its location, the more likely Chase is to be able to complete the summon effectively. It still has the capacity to fail on him and seems to be a finicky insignia for whatever reason. Having learned this, Chase will sometimes store things he needs in a closet at home and the summon it when he gets to where he needs it so he has the very specifics of it. At this level, the item must be reasonably small (under 20 lbs) and cannot be living. It takes around thirty seconds of charge up before the summoning actually works, and Chase may only use it two times a day without feeling repercussions in the form of jitteriness and headaches. The passive is a falcon who comes and goes as he pleases. He has a standard wingspan and build if perhaps a bit more plump than the standard bird due to Chase feeding him. Chase calls him Aero. Extra People: He will willingly wreck any date Yulia is ever going to be on ever. Partially for this reason, his stance with Nikolai Maksim is normally a 6 on a scale of 1 to 10. It can get worse rather quickly and rarely gets better. He hasn't spoken with his father in years and doesn't know much about the man anymore though he keeps in regular contact with his mother even if both of them are working. Food & Physique: He eats like a horse and runs like one too. His favorite food is red meat. His favorite desserts all have apples in them. He still works out fervently; every morning and every evening he goes for a jog. Sometimes in the middle of the day, one can find him in the gym. Language: His first language is English, but he knows rough Spanish and French (where he can make botched conversation but can’t write or read it worth a damn). He also knows a bit of Russian but not enough to make decent conversation (and don’t ask him to write in it or read it). Animals: He has a soft spot for animals especially dogs. He wished he could keep the military dog he’d worked with for some time, but said pooch had been passed on to the next soldier when he had left. He’s thinking of getting another but hasn’t really gotten around to it. Music: He can play the harmonica decently but can’t read a lick of music. He is a Phoenix Fire patron / fan. Appearance: Chase stands 5'10" and weighs anywhere between 180 to 200lbs depending on the season. Most of it is muscle. His hair is dyed blue, and he hasn't cut it since getting out of the military, so it's somewhat long now. He has a crescent moon necklace a military friend of his had worn up until he died. For that reason, Chase hasn't taken it off even though he doesn't habitually wear his dog tags anymore. His ears are pierced, and he fits various metal pieces into the lobes depending on the day. Hobbies & Habits: He collects old military stuff as well as old armor from other centuries. His gun stash is rather impressive- or terrifying depending on your take of it. He enjoys shooting / going to shooting ranges and also likes other target games such as darts. He smokes every once in a blue moon when he can’t deal or handle his emotions. Drink: He liked alcohol quite a bit while in the army but doesn't drink as much now a days. It tends to leave a bitter taste in his mouth that Chase would rather not have. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: The force Other Characters: Too many

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