Dylan, Chase Nicholas

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Chase Nicholas Dylan

Full Name: Chase Nicholas Dylan
Preferred Name or Nickname: Chase or Nick. He hates being called Nicky.
Original/Canon: Original
Age: Nineteen
Date of Birth: September 21st
Main Character Classification: Shape Shifter
Character Type: Skinwalker – Golden Retriever/Hunter
Power(s): Shape Shifting, Infectious Bite, Enhanced Sense of Smell, Enhanced Hearing, Accelerated Healing, Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Speed, Invulnerability
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Good
Hometown: Addington, Oklahoma
Current Residence: Where ever the road may go.




Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5’9”
Body Type: Fit
Distinguishing Marks:
Tattoos and Piercings: n/a
Vehicle (if you wish): 2010 Black Chevrolet Camaro

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):

Chase isn’t someone who is super fancy or uptight about most things. He goes with whatever comes his way, and he doesn’t complain. Most of the clothes he has aren’t exactly top of the line, but he’s perfectly happy with what he has. His average wardrobe normally consists of a few t-shirts, some jeans, a few sweatshirts, and then, of course, the converse he’s had with him for as long as he can remember, since he prefers to keep the pair as a reminder of his past more than anything else. He’s also got a necklace with a cross that he tends to always wear around his neck, mainly out of custom. And of course there’s the 45 that he normally keeps tucked into his belt, but no one is supposed to know about that.

Likes (3 at least):

• Sunny Days
  
• Being free
  
• Having a good time
  
• Being in his canine form
  
• Doing what he loves
  
• Hunting
  
• Helping others
  
• Reading
  

Dislikes (3 at least):

• Supernatural creatures
  
• Some hunters
  
• Silver
  
• Stereotyping
  
• Getting caught
  
• Being told what to do
  
• Hurting innocents
  

Strengths (3 at least):

• Quick
  
• Enhanced senses
  
• Intelligent
  
• Caring
  
• Strong
  
• Independent
  

Weaknesses (3 at least):

• Silver
  
• Sometimes Clumsy
  
• Quirky
  
• Sometimes has a blabber mouth
  
• Socially awkward
  
• Sometimes acts before thinking
  

Fears: Chase fears that, over everything else, people will reject him and that he’ll be forced to end up hiding away like most of the creatures he hunts.
Biggest Secret(s): Chase became a hunter because it was his fault that his best friend died.

Personality (write a decent paragraph):

Chase is a bit of a strange case. He’s a good person that much is true, but, well….he’s a bit off. This isn’t to say that Chase is insane or anything of that matter, because it isn’t true. But he is a bit socially awkward at times. He’ll say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and ultimately he’ll wind up messing up the entire conversation and just making things awkward. It’s what he does. But it’s not a terrible thing, because in a sense, it makes him more likable or adorable as he’s heard some people say. Just don’t call him adorable to his face, because it doesn’t rub well with him.

But you’d be surprised about how much of a sweetheart Chase can be, with the right kind of people. He’s goofy and strange, but he’s got a good enough sense of humor, and often times, all he really cares about is making others happy. Well, his friends anyways. He’d rather see them smiling than see them frowning all the time. It’s just who he is. Just make sure you don’t hurt anyone he loves, because he’s quite fierce when he needs to be, and he will certainly avenge anyone who might have been hurt. He’s super protective of anyone he cares about, so don’t doubt that any threat he gives won’t be followed through with one day.

But Chase isn’t extremely awkward or nice with everything. Rather, the one thing he really is good at is the one thing he never thought he’d be doing in his life. That’s right: hunting. Chase has always seemed to have a knack for hunting, for it’s the one thing in his life that he doesn’t seem to screw up on. He’s hardly ever awkward when it comes to taking up another identity, and overall, he isn’t afraid to do what is necessary to get a job done. Well, as long as no civilian is put in to harm’s way of course. That’s his only rule, but apart from that, Chase rarely has any mercy for anyone, or rather, anything.

Family and Friends: The only family Chase has is his mother and his father, but he hasn’t seen them for years now, and as for friends, well….Chase isn’t exactly quick to make a few friends here and there on the road since he’s always moving on.

Enemies and Rivals: The only real enemies Chase has is any supernatural creature and maybe a few other hunters who’d rather kill him than let him be one of them.

History:

Everyone has a past, a story to tell the world as their life drags on, and eventually the story will be complete. But not all stories have been completed just yet. Take Chase Dylan for example Chase Nicholas Dylan was born on September 21 in the small town of Addington, Oklahoma. He was born into a family that was nothing special, for his father was a simple banker, and his mother was merely a school teacher. That was all there was to it. There wasn't anything different in their lives, for they weren't anyone extremely important in the eyes of the world.

But that was perfectly fine with Chase. He didn't want any extremely fancy toys, nor did he want all of the money in the world, for what he had was all he wanted and it was as simple as that. And so it was for the years that passed in his life, Chase Dylan was perfectly happy with the life he had the way it was. His childhood passed without fault, and he grew up with good values and morals, with many friends and people around him that he loved.

It was just after he had turned fifteen that it happened. That was the night the man came. Chase had been out by himself that night, walking home from a friends house when he showed up as if out of no where. He showed up so quickly, so quietly, that to anyone who would have been watching would have known that no human could move that accurately. But there wasn't a soul watching, and Chase was completely on his own. And it was for that reason that no one could hear him as he screamed either.

It all happened so quickly that once he realized what was going on, the man was already gone. He was alone in the middle of the street, his bag tossed carelessly to the side amidst the chaos of the small struggle that had broken out between the boy and his attacker, and all that Chase had left of the strange man was the bite upon his arm.

Nobody really noticed the difference in Chase for a few days, and honestly, Chase didn't notice himself. Maybe things could have turned out differently if he had noticed any changes earlier and done something about it. But he didn't notice, and it was because of this lack of attention that it cost him and his best friend, but in very, very different ways.

He had gone over to his friend's house that night, about a week after he had been attacked, and everything started out okay. Chase was perfectly fine as they ordered pizza and played a few video games here and there, and it was all okay. But that was before the two started arguing with one another. It was a stupid fight over some topic that was truly pointless, but once they did start fighting Chase became angry enough that he jumped at his friend. That was when things went south.

It all happened so quickly, and in that split second everything changed. The screams of his best friend still continuously echo through his head whenever he has a minute to himself. But what happened as the two wrestled with one another on the floor frightened him to no end. Skin became fur and bone changed to different structures. And in that moment the boy's life ended.

It was in the hours afterwards that Chase truly realized what happened: he had killed him. He had killed his best friend. In the days following Chase ran away from his home, leaving no warning for his parents. He just left. He began to learn more about himself, what he could do, what he had become. He was frightened, but it wasn't long before he figured out he was a Skinwalker. How, some may ask, but the answer would be a young man Chase came in to contact with about a month after he had left his home.

The man was a hunter, and after Chase had another accident, he had come to the town Chase was in to investigate. But he wasn’t as cruel as some other hunter’s around the area, and after he caught Chase, he pitied him. Let him go. For a little while the pair spent some time together and Chase learned of hunting, learned about the different types of monsters that existed in the world, and he found he wanted to become a hunter too.

He began training, bettering himself, and soon he was on the road all on his own, discovering new sorts of creatures along the way. And he got better with each hunt too. He teamed up here and there with others, but ultimately, Chase was on his own. Of course any hunter he came across didn’t exactly know about his status as a Skinwalker due to the danger that could pose to his own well-being, but the few that did know were alright with it. And soon Chase came to terms with it too, and rather, he embraced it, used it to help him while he was hunting.

It’s been almost four years now since he chose to begin his life of hunting, and at only nineteen years old, he’s doing pretty well for himself. He’s still alive, in a nutshell, and that’s all that matters. Occasionally he’ll go and travel through his old hometown, but he never stays. He doesn’t want to see anyone he once knew, for he knows he wouldn’t have the heart to face them, especially his parents. And so he roams, looking for the next job and then moving on once more.

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“Well I am officially screwed…” The young man murmured to himself as he ducked behind the large stack of crates, his gun cradled to his chest as he glanced around in the darkness. Nothing was truly hidden from him, that much was true, but when you’re trying to focus on hunting and there’s a big hole in your shoulder, it’s a bit more difficult to focus. “Come on…heal faster!” He hissed, slightly angry as he heard the soft growl echoing throughout the warehouse.

Chase darted his head around just far enough to peer into the darkness, his other hand pressed into his shoulder to keep the blood from seeping out any more than it was, but he soon regretted it as he pulled back almost instantly, the claws swiping past his face in a heartbeat. He was on his feet in seconds, tearing across the floor before a single breath had even left him, and soon he was pressed with his back against the inside of a closet, the door cracked open just enough for him to see out into the darkness should any unwanted guests happen by.

As he took a moment to relax, the growl echoed through the warehouse again and he tensed, his finger hovering over the trigger, his eyes narrowing as he peered out past the door, moving slowly. But he didn’t catch the movement quickly enough. The clawed hand came out of the shadows, swiping at him again, this time barely missing the skin of his neck. He pulled back in an instant, cursing softly before he tested his shoulder in those brief seconds.

The wound had healed well enough, and so it was without a thought that he placed his gun on the floor of the closet and sprang forward, crashing through the door. But when he landed he wasn’t human anymore. He had become his other form, the small, lithe canine form of the Golden Retriever. He darted quickly through the darkness, and in a heartbeat he found the creature, springing onto its back and sinking his teeth into the flesh. The howl of pain echoed throughout the warehouse, but he kept going, refusing to give up as he shifted his position just enough to slice his teeth through the skin of the creatures throat.

As it fell he sprang off, changing back to his human form and moving to where he had dropped the small coat he had been wearing before, picking it up and then running back to the closet. He soon found the small knife he had spotted before, and quickly he was back by the fallen creature, slashing the knife’s blade across its throat, and its painful cry disappeared in a few moments. Chase stared down at it for a few moments before wrapping the coat around him, though not before throwing the knife away. “Silver you son of a bitch…” He spat quietly. He turned and began to walk away, shaking his head then. “I hate werewolves.”

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