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'what doesn't kill me better start running..
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Chase ○ fae ○ three
name Chase
nickname[s] n/a
gender female
age three
rank lower ranked hunter
wanted rank //\\
pack yes
orientation heterosexual
scent light lavender
dob twenty first november
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height tall
weight light - medium
build lean, agile
eyes hazel green
scars underbelly
fur black
distinct feature eyes
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main trait loyal
+ traits protective, smart, brave
- traits sarcastic, blunt, irritable
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family deceased
friends Danger [like a brother]
enemies pm me
romantic open
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ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
height tall
weight light - medium
build lean, agile
eyes hazel green
scars underbelly
fur black
distinct feature eyes
ｂａｓｅ ｔｒａｉｔｓ
main trait loyal
+ traits protective, smart, brave
- traits sarcastic, blunt, irritable
ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ
family deceased
friends Danger [like a brother]
enemies pm me
romantic open
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history
Chase was originally named Raven. She was born to a rogue she-wolf who had been exiled wrongly, after being framed for the murder of their healer. Her mother lost everything the day she was framed, the pack, her home, even her mate turned his back on her. Needless to say she was stuggling to look after Raven and her siblings. Wanting to give them the best chance at life she abandoned them at the edge of a pack's territory - hoping the pack would take them in - which luckily, they did. Raven was now named Chase and her two bothers named storm and grey. Life was going well for one year old Chase and her bothers until they were tracked by a party of hunters..
The beta had been the first to be shot, Chase refusing to leave his side until the alpha had dragged her away from him and forced her to run. The pack got down to the fast-flowing river where some other hunters had been waiting for them on the other side. Many pack members were shot almost spontaneously, she was caught staring at the barell of a gun from across the river, almost mesmerised by the shiny silver. When he fired she didn't have to move and the last thing she saw before falling into the strong river was the body of her brother, storm, laying where she was standing moments ago, a gunshot wound in his side that should have been for her instead.
Chase couldn't look for long as she was hurriedly swept away by the river, heading down the mountain. Chase's body was bashed against the rocks of the current and knocked unconscious, waking up only hours later to realise that she had been swept up onto the muddy river bank. She remained still for a few hours - her body too tired and battered to move before she finally picked up the strength to keep going, not looking back.
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personality
Chase, is quite an introvert in some sense, she can be quite defensive about her pack and incredibly cold and aggressive towards those she does not know. Chase is definitely blunt, and honest when you need it, - and when you don't need it. Despite being cold and stubborn she is very brave and would die for those she is loyal to.
Chase was originally named Raven. She was born to a rogue she-wolf who had been exiled wrongly, after being framed for the murder of their healer. Her mother lost everything the day she was framed, the pack, her home, even her mate turned his back on her. Needless to say she was stuggling to look after Raven and her siblings. Wanting to give them the best chance at life she abandoned them at the edge of a pack's territory - hoping the pack would take them in - which luckily, they did. Raven was now named Chase and her two bothers named storm and grey. Life was going well for one year old Chase and her bothers until they were tracked by a party of hunters..
The beta had been the first to be shot, Chase refusing to leave his side until the alpha had dragged her away from him and forced her to run. The pack got down to the fast-flowing river where some other hunters had been waiting for them on the other side. Many pack members were shot almost spontaneously, she was caught staring at the barell of a gun from across the river, almost mesmerised by the shiny silver. When he fired she didn't have to move and the last thing she saw before falling into the strong river was the body of her brother, storm, laying where she was standing moments ago, a gunshot wound in his side that should have been for her instead.
Chase couldn't look for long as she was hurriedly swept away by the river, heading down the mountain. Chase's body was bashed against the rocks of the current and knocked unconscious, waking up only hours later to realise that she had been swept up onto the muddy river bank. She remained still for a few hours - her body too tired and battered to move before she finally picked up the strength to keep going, not looking back.
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personality
Chase, is quite an introvert in some sense, she can be quite defensive about her pack and incredibly cold and aggressive towards those she does not know. Chase is definitely blunt, and honest when you need it, - and when you don't need it. Despite being cold and stubborn she is very brave and would die for those she is loyal to.
- ❝I wanna start by letting you know this
Because of you my life has a purpose
You helped me be who i am today
I see myself in every word you say
Sometimes it feels like nobody gets me
Trapped in a world where everyone hates me
There's so much that I'm going through
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you”
