Post by Chase Tonya on Dec 12, 2007 19:43:04 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name: Tonya Chase
Nickname(s): Chase, Cassanova.
Age: 17 - Believe it or not
Gender: Male
Sexuality: He's very affectionate towards both genders, but does prefer women.
Race: Human
Year: Eleventh Year
Job: Comes from a wealthy family, doesn't need a job.
Character Appearance
Hair Color: Honey gold Blonde
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 5'1"
Build: Quite skinny, very feminine in build.
Unique Traits: His cute face, his long fingers and his >>extremely<< small feet.
Clothing Preference:
While his cute face and feminine body structure, he prefers a pair of jeans and a zip-up jumper. However, this said, he also loves cute clothes, with some sweet pattern on it. His favorite colour is pink, which influences which clothes he wears, and he owns about ten assorted jumpers in various colours of pink.
Description:
Chase won't admit that he looks like a girl in a dress. Shorter than most boys, and quite a few of the girls, the only word to describe him is 'adorable', which isn't what the teen wants to hear, what boy does?
A very feminine face framed with angelic blonde curls, and his complexion is pale from not going outside much, but not a sickly pale. His eyes draw the most attention, large, and with thin, short lashes, which work wonderfully if he ever should use them to 'bat his eyelashes'. And, as if his appearance wasn't enough, he's 'blessed' with a sweet voice, although it is most definetely male, but that small detail can only be picked up to those who litsen hard to him.
Character Depth
Personality:
Now, becuase he looks really girly in appearance, and does a lot of feminine things, people think he's very timid and mild mannered. No. He swears a lot, is very rude to people he doesn't like, and is quite violent. He acts like another person when he gets really mad, and can start threatning people. As a dancer he's of course very elegant, so that makes him very nimble.
He trains in basketball, and while the coach keeps on saying it doesn't suit him, Chase keeps on working hard, and is actually a good player. His little build makes him fast, and his upringing has made him tough, and he stands a lot of the coach's abuse. He keeps on saying 'I'll make him thank the day I was picked for the team.' Too anyone who says he should quit, and smiles, before turning back to what he was doing.
With friends, or anything of the like, he acts as his normal self, breaking into French now and then, and a natural flirt. He hates to see his friends watch him practice, or see him at home, becuase he feels that they shouldn't have to worry about people discriminating him.
Likes:
>>Cooking
>>Baking
>>Singing
>>Girls
>>Boys
>>Hugs
>>Sewing
>>Acting
Dislikes:
>>Things that burn easily
>>People who think he's a girl
>>People who push him away
>>Spring
>>Rain
Strengths:
>>Self confidence
>>Can talk to strangers
>>Hard too hate
>>Speed
Weaknesses:
>>His over-whelming displays of affection
>>Too gullible
>>Cries very easily
>> Lashes out easily
Quirks:
>>If he's really angry or if he's lying he uses a 'gentlemanly' smile
>>He bites on his hair when he's thinking
>>Hugs and kisses everyone
>>Looks into people's eyes all the time
>>Can't stand still, jumps from foot too foot
>>Says sorry almost all the time
Hobbies:
>>Acting
>>Dance
>>Song
>>Making clothes
>>Cooking
>>Basketball
Fears:
>>That someone he cares about will die
>>That he'll die
>>That tommorow he'll be somewhere else.
>>That someone will, someday, ask him to marry them.
Abilities: -Blank- >3
Relatives:
>>Mother - Tonya Babette - French - Doesn't know he is her son
>>Father - Tonya Djin - Japanese
>>Grandmother - Tonya Roma
Pets:
>>Lore - His pet dog
>>Trissie - His pet cat
Background:
Born in France, Chase has an extremely hard time writing in Japanese, and can often change his language and start speaking in French unknowingly. While he and his father lived in Japan, his mother stayed in France, working with business. His father is an extremely wealthy man, and Chase got whatever he wanted. Yet, something was missing, so the five year old looked on the fridge, dialled the number, and spoke to his mother.
"Mommy, please come home for Christmas." And so she did. She caught the next flight home, and of course little Chase was other excited, and Djin was of course also happy. Then, an hour away from Japan, the plane crashed. Thankfully, thier mother survived, Babette her name is. However...She forgot about Chase. He just...Didn't exist any more. Everything else did, but Babette didn't even know why she was going to France anymore. And Djin, desperately trying to save his wife from going insane trying to remember Chase, gave him a talk.
"Mummy doesn't know who you are any more, she's forgotten. Can you let her forget? I'll love you twice as much to make up for it, please Chase." The boy could not do anything else but nod...But everything was hir fault, wasn't it? Everyone seemed to hate him...And only him.
When he became older, the boys teased him, from seven till he was 14, in which he moved to Hidamari, having been living in a larger city before. He became more quieter, started training basket...Then he started allowing himself to show. The affectionate, love-dove him, kissing and hugging seemingly everyone, flirting as if there was no tommorow, and for once, he was happy.
Of course people discriminated him for his shortness, but he learned to live with it. He used all of this and used it in the theatre, joked around, more relaxed. Of course he wished he had a mother, what child didn't? He blamed himself for her death all the time, too. He could hardly stand christmas, pulled through with his fake gentleman smile, his father or 'Betty' couldn't tell the difference.
Roleplay Information
Alias: Kaara-Kun
Gender: Femme Fatale
Roleplay Experience: Three years, I consider myself a high level. - I wrote this out when I was half asleep, so that's why it's half-assed,
Contacts: My email, it's visible.
Roleplay Example:
"Papa, I'm home! Papa? PAAAPAAA? ...Enda? Shonji? Fuju? Is anyone here?" Glancing at the picture of her deceased mother, who passed away when the young twelve year old girl was born, she looked around, her hand going to the kunai at her thigh, pressing herself up against the wall...Could they have been...Murdered? She was suprised to find herself smiling at the thought, but could still feel the tension going through her.
Slipping into a room, she noticed the note. From her dad. He was gone. She was never going to see him again...Gone...Forever...Never again would he laugh kindly as she came home from training, battered up. Never...
----
Four years had passed since then, and at fourteen, the young, boyish girl had transformed into a much taller, stronger, and louder boyish girl, still not having grown out of that stage. Now she was on a mission, jumping through the trees, ducking every now and then from the twigs, making sure they didn't hit her in the face. She hated missions like these. The enemy was weak, but suprisingly fast. A flash, and she had managed to get a kunai in her face, leaving a long cut from her left ear to her nose, and another, crossing over the first one, to mark a cross. She knew that was going to leave a scar. One more came flying, this time she managed to block it, calculate where it was coming from, and leap in that direction, in a flash. Right onto her teammate, who had done almost the exact same thing.
"DAMN! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I-"
"YOUR ALWAYS IN THE WAY UMI! JUST STAY OUT OF IT! YOUR A GIRL, YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT." Her teammate sneered, and jumped after them, and she heard a bloodcurling scream from him after...He had most presumably been killed. This time, Umi laughed. She was stressed, scared...And had been too close to dieing than she ever wanted to be before. The chuckle was one from fear...Jumping backwards, she could see him through the bush...She could save him, jump in, grab him.
"U-Umi...Help me..." His bleeding face moved to form rasping words. She sneered.
"Not so tough any more." His eyes widened in shock...And that was all she remembered. Next thing she knew, she had a punch to the head and was up at the hospital. Airoyo had died under the mission, she was informed. She tried to look upset, but her face continued to be an icy cold, like a blank stone face.
----
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, don't be so hasty." She was bandaging her hand as her sensei decided that she shouldn't have been so reckless. "Everything worked out in the end, didn't it?" Her sensei rolled his eyes, and sighed, looking into his students remarkably amber eyes.
"You killed a person today, and your acting as if nothing has happened?"
"I've grown up with death around me...Can't say I enjoy it, but it's my job...It was the easiest way to get rid of the vermin, stop complaining!" Her sharp tone echoed in the empty field, and she scratched her nose uncomfortably. "What I meant was...Don't...Start acting like you own this place. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. I don't even know how you heard of the mission. Are you still worried about me?" The twenty year old woman looked irritated at her teacher, her glare drilling into him.
"Airoyo and Jun have both died. You could die too.
"I won't. I won't die like that. At least...Not yet."
Name: Tonya Chase
Nickname(s): Chase, Cassanova.
Age: 17 - Believe it or not
Gender: Male
Sexuality: He's very affectionate towards both genders, but does prefer women.
Race: Human
Year: Eleventh Year
Job: Comes from a wealthy family, doesn't need a job.
Character Appearance
Hair Color: Honey gold Blonde
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 5'1"
Build: Quite skinny, very feminine in build.
Unique Traits: His cute face, his long fingers and his >>extremely<< small feet.
Clothing Preference:
While his cute face and feminine body structure, he prefers a pair of jeans and a zip-up jumper. However, this said, he also loves cute clothes, with some sweet pattern on it. His favorite colour is pink, which influences which clothes he wears, and he owns about ten assorted jumpers in various colours of pink.
Description:
Chase won't admit that he looks like a girl in a dress. Shorter than most boys, and quite a few of the girls, the only word to describe him is 'adorable', which isn't what the teen wants to hear, what boy does?
A very feminine face framed with angelic blonde curls, and his complexion is pale from not going outside much, but not a sickly pale. His eyes draw the most attention, large, and with thin, short lashes, which work wonderfully if he ever should use them to 'bat his eyelashes'. And, as if his appearance wasn't enough, he's 'blessed' with a sweet voice, although it is most definetely male, but that small detail can only be picked up to those who litsen hard to him.
Character Depth
Personality:
Now, becuase he looks really girly in appearance, and does a lot of feminine things, people think he's very timid and mild mannered. No. He swears a lot, is very rude to people he doesn't like, and is quite violent. He acts like another person when he gets really mad, and can start threatning people. As a dancer he's of course very elegant, so that makes him very nimble.
He trains in basketball, and while the coach keeps on saying it doesn't suit him, Chase keeps on working hard, and is actually a good player. His little build makes him fast, and his upringing has made him tough, and he stands a lot of the coach's abuse. He keeps on saying 'I'll make him thank the day I was picked for the team.' Too anyone who says he should quit, and smiles, before turning back to what he was doing.
With friends, or anything of the like, he acts as his normal self, breaking into French now and then, and a natural flirt. He hates to see his friends watch him practice, or see him at home, becuase he feels that they shouldn't have to worry about people discriminating him.
Likes:
>>Cooking
>>Baking
>>Singing
>>Girls
>>Boys
>>Hugs
>>Sewing
>>Acting
Dislikes:
>>Things that burn easily
>>People who think he's a girl
>>People who push him away
>>Spring
>>Rain
Strengths:
>>Self confidence
>>Can talk to strangers
>>Hard too hate
>>Speed
Weaknesses:
>>His over-whelming displays of affection
>>Too gullible
>>Cries very easily
>> Lashes out easily
Quirks:
>>If he's really angry or if he's lying he uses a 'gentlemanly' smile
>>He bites on his hair when he's thinking
>>Hugs and kisses everyone
>>Looks into people's eyes all the time
>>Can't stand still, jumps from foot too foot
>>Says sorry almost all the time
Hobbies:
>>Acting
>>Dance
>>Song
>>Making clothes
>>Cooking
>>Basketball
Fears:
>>That someone he cares about will die
>>That he'll die
>>That tommorow he'll be somewhere else.
>>That someone will, someday, ask him to marry them.
Abilities: -Blank- >3
Relatives:
>>Mother - Tonya Babette - French - Doesn't know he is her son
>>Father - Tonya Djin - Japanese
>>Grandmother - Tonya Roma
Pets:
>>Lore - His pet dog
>>Trissie - His pet cat
Background:
Born in France, Chase has an extremely hard time writing in Japanese, and can often change his language and start speaking in French unknowingly. While he and his father lived in Japan, his mother stayed in France, working with business. His father is an extremely wealthy man, and Chase got whatever he wanted. Yet, something was missing, so the five year old looked on the fridge, dialled the number, and spoke to his mother.
"Mommy, please come home for Christmas." And so she did. She caught the next flight home, and of course little Chase was other excited, and Djin was of course also happy. Then, an hour away from Japan, the plane crashed. Thankfully, thier mother survived, Babette her name is. However...She forgot about Chase. He just...Didn't exist any more. Everything else did, but Babette didn't even know why she was going to France anymore. And Djin, desperately trying to save his wife from going insane trying to remember Chase, gave him a talk.
"Mummy doesn't know who you are any more, she's forgotten. Can you let her forget? I'll love you twice as much to make up for it, please Chase." The boy could not do anything else but nod...But everything was hir fault, wasn't it? Everyone seemed to hate him...And only him.
When he became older, the boys teased him, from seven till he was 14, in which he moved to Hidamari, having been living in a larger city before. He became more quieter, started training basket...Then he started allowing himself to show. The affectionate, love-dove him, kissing and hugging seemingly everyone, flirting as if there was no tommorow, and for once, he was happy.
Of course people discriminated him for his shortness, but he learned to live with it. He used all of this and used it in the theatre, joked around, more relaxed. Of course he wished he had a mother, what child didn't? He blamed himself for her death all the time, too. He could hardly stand christmas, pulled through with his fake gentleman smile, his father or 'Betty' couldn't tell the difference.
Roleplay Information
Alias: Kaara-Kun
Gender: Femme Fatale
Roleplay Experience: Three years, I consider myself a high level. - I wrote this out when I was half asleep, so that's why it's half-assed,
Contacts: My email, it's visible.
Roleplay Example:
"Papa, I'm home! Papa? PAAAPAAA? ...Enda? Shonji? Fuju? Is anyone here?" Glancing at the picture of her deceased mother, who passed away when the young twelve year old girl was born, she looked around, her hand going to the kunai at her thigh, pressing herself up against the wall...Could they have been...Murdered? She was suprised to find herself smiling at the thought, but could still feel the tension going through her.
Slipping into a room, she noticed the note. From her dad. He was gone. She was never going to see him again...Gone...Forever...Never again would he laugh kindly as she came home from training, battered up. Never...
----
Four years had passed since then, and at fourteen, the young, boyish girl had transformed into a much taller, stronger, and louder boyish girl, still not having grown out of that stage. Now she was on a mission, jumping through the trees, ducking every now and then from the twigs, making sure they didn't hit her in the face. She hated missions like these. The enemy was weak, but suprisingly fast. A flash, and she had managed to get a kunai in her face, leaving a long cut from her left ear to her nose, and another, crossing over the first one, to mark a cross. She knew that was going to leave a scar. One more came flying, this time she managed to block it, calculate where it was coming from, and leap in that direction, in a flash. Right onto her teammate, who had done almost the exact same thing.
"DAMN! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I-"
"YOUR ALWAYS IN THE WAY UMI! JUST STAY OUT OF IT! YOUR A GIRL, YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT." Her teammate sneered, and jumped after them, and she heard a bloodcurling scream from him after...He had most presumably been killed. This time, Umi laughed. She was stressed, scared...And had been too close to dieing than she ever wanted to be before. The chuckle was one from fear...Jumping backwards, she could see him through the bush...She could save him, jump in, grab him.
"U-Umi...Help me..." His bleeding face moved to form rasping words. She sneered.
"Not so tough any more." His eyes widened in shock...And that was all she remembered. Next thing she knew, she had a punch to the head and was up at the hospital. Airoyo had died under the mission, she was informed. She tried to look upset, but her face continued to be an icy cold, like a blank stone face.
----
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, don't be so hasty." She was bandaging her hand as her sensei decided that she shouldn't have been so reckless. "Everything worked out in the end, didn't it?" Her sensei rolled his eyes, and sighed, looking into his students remarkably amber eyes.
"You killed a person today, and your acting as if nothing has happened?"
"I've grown up with death around me...Can't say I enjoy it, but it's my job...It was the easiest way to get rid of the vermin, stop complaining!" Her sharp tone echoed in the empty field, and she scratched her nose uncomfortably. "What I meant was...Don't...Start acting like you own this place. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. I don't even know how you heard of the mission. Are you still worried about me?" The twenty year old woman looked irritated at her teacher, her glare drilling into him.
"Airoyo and Jun have both died. You could die too.
"I won't. I won't die like that. At least...Not yet."
