CHASE, GABRIEL ALEXANDER

[gabriel alexander chase]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; border: 10px solid #1d1715; background-color: #e5e5e5] GABRIEL CHASE FULL NAME gabriel alexander chase NICKNAMES gabe GENDER male SEXUALITY heterosexual AGE & DATE OF BIRTH twenty-six; july twelfth MEMBER GROUP resident ABILITY biokinesis OCCUPATION trauma surgeon FACE CLAIM ian somerhalder THE TRAITS sarcastic — gabriel relies on sarcasm as a constant source of comic relief, regardless of the situation; sexy — physically attractive, gabe has an incredibly well-toned body and deep piercing blue eyes; mysterious — there is an incredibly seductive and entrancing air of mystery that surrounds gabriel, likely stemming from his reluctance to share personal information; genius — no doubt about it, gabriel is an absolute genius, particularly in the fields of biology and medicine; sensitive — although he hides it, gabe is extremely sensitive and takes everything that people say to heart; former addict — gabriel suffered from an addiction to prescription narcotics in college, although he has been clean for four years; obsessive — when gabriel commits himself to something, he often becomes obsessed with the endeavour and is determined to become the best at everything he does; jealous — gabriel's ego is easily bruised and he does not take well to people that have things he wants or do better than him; cold — honestly. gabe's skin is naturally extremely cold to the touch, believed to be a side-effect of his ability; troublemaker — when there's trouble abrew, you can be sure that gabriel is somehow involved; untrusting — gabriel has major trust issues and is hesitant to entrust his faith in others; athletic — gabe played soccer all throughout both high school and college; arrogant — not afraid to boast of his accomplishments, gabriel is quite cocky and has an abundance of confidence; lefty — absolutely one-hundred percent unable to dance, gabriel suffers from two left feet; critical — ever the cynic, gabe is extremely opinionated and doesn't hesitate to share those opinions THE STORY gabriel alexander chase was born on a warm summer evening, and that very night he left the protection of his parents, never to return again. on the night of his birth, gabriel's mother - a drug addict with no money or residence - called her own sister, elizabeth, to come to the hospital. once the doctors and nurses determined that all was fine, gabriel left the hospital in elizabeth's arms, to return home under the guardianship of his maternal aunt. growing up in rural south carolina, gabriel had an overall uneventful childhood while in his aunt's custody. gabe was a smart boy who appreciated what his aunt did for him, and although he got into a great deal of trouble he was able to hide it from her and always ensure that she thought he was perfect and innocent. at the age of twelve, gabriel was sitting in front of a mirror crying about his freckled face when his powers emerged and showed themselves. as he clutched at his freckle-specked face, gabriel was in utter shock and awe as his biokinetic abilities changed the genetic make-up of his face, clearing up his skin and making it a pure, blemishless white. from that moment on, gabriel kept his powers a secret from his aunt, although that wasn't to say he didn't experiment with their use. with a newfound interest in biology and anatomy, the young boy learned all he could about medicine and the human body, perfecting the use of his abilities and steering him towards the pursuit of medicine as a career. graduating from college and then continuing on to medical school, gabriel earned his medical degree and completed a fellowship at a teaching hospital to secure his credentials as a trauma surgeon. shortly after his graduation, gabe's elderly aunt died of congenital heart disease, a medical condition she'd hid from her nephew. feeling guilty and ashamed, for he knew he would have been able to save his aunt had he known, gabriel turned once again to his addiction to prescription pills. while high one night, gabriel let his emotions and ability get out of hand and killed the woman he was sleeping with, his on-and-off-again girlfriend. scared and disgusted in himself, as well as still heartbroken over the loss of his aunt, gabe fled to yucca mountain, nevada, where he started his new life as a doctor at the local hospital. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS bee AGE eighteen ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE four years FOUND US I forget -__- CODE WORD admin edit OTHER CHARACTERS none ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE This night had started off weird, and was getting weirder by the second. Ashton was an asshole, born and raised as a douchebag, and he'd always lived up to the elaborate reputation that proceeded him here at Hogwarts. The Slytherins knew the boy as one of their house's most popular, aspiring students, as well as rude asshole extraordinaire. Equally as infamous in the other three houses, Ashton had been labelled as not only a Prefect, but as the guy who will always break the awkward silence in a classroom by cracking some jokes and poking fun at the professor. Of course, the charming young man did his best to fool most of the Hogwarts faculty, making them believe he was an ambitious young man eager for success, who could do no harm to anyone. When Ashton met a girl, the routine was always the same. If there was one thing the Slytherin had learned, it was that if something's not broken, you don't fix it. His routine, his act, it worked perfectly, and therefore he didn't change it up. Why bother to modify the scene in a movie when it looks and works fine already? He'd start by talking to the girl, and being funny. Girls liked funny guys, it was just that simple. The fastest way to a girls pants was by making her laugh, and Ashton did just that. He'd be funny, and then he'd start being sweet. This was just as easy; when the girl laughed so hard she cried, he's be all romantic and wipe the tears off of her face with his hand, and then move her hair behind her ear. Once that was done, he was in the homestretch and just had to follow through. Hug, kiss, then sleep with the girl, and all was fine. Of course, that would only cover him for one night, because after that he'd become an ass and make it clear he was done with the girl. Girls were like meat, or clothing. One use only, then throw that shit away. But then, things with Cara were already starting off on a different foot. Ashton's number one rule was that there were never, ever strings attached. No crying, no deep life chats, no emotions. Emotions tied you down, and then things got messy. The easiest way to avoid that was to keep everything strictly physical, or have a game plan and follow it through. He always, always did both, and it worked. And yet here he was, talking to Cara, both of them spilling out emotions and the truth, one of them had cried, he'd felt guilty, and now the sentimental lovey-dovey magic with the rose of tears. Ugh, this was bound to get complicated. Looking up the Cara, smiling, Ashton's grin widened as she attempted the magic with the fire and lion, and he clapped his hands together, applauding her effort. Taking a natural element, such as water or fire, and bending it to your will was usually simple when you thought about the crude applications. Streams of water or fireballs were easy, because they required minimal focus and attention to detail. Once you got more complicated, and wanted to bend the elements into a more complex shape, it got much more difficult. Water was fairly simple, since the material is malleable and easy to shape to begin with, and mostly required just a charm to keep it all confined in a certain shape. Fire, on the other hand, was a wild and untamed force of nature, and much more difficult to form into something detailed. Ashton's snake earlier had been difficult, yet fairly simple because a snake is a simple shape - long and round, with a slit for a mouth. A lion, on the other hand, was quite a bit more complex, and Ashton doubted that even he could manage that advanced a spell. Of course, the boy only knew all of this because he'd just finished reading a book about transfiguring the elements for his Transfiguration essay, 7 pages due in the morning. And that, his studying, was exactly why he was still out and about, as Cara would discover momentarily. "Well, Honourable Miss Petrova, Prefect of Hufflepuff, if you must know I was writing a Transfiguration report in the library, and then stopped by here before bed to pick up some stuff I'd left behind this afternoon after duty." And that, indeed, was the truth. As he spoke, Ashton motioned over towards his books with his hands, and smiled mischievously. He had a free period in the afternoon, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays he would patrol the hallways of the school and ensure that all students were in their classes, rather than playing hooky and goofing off in the courtyard. After that he'd rushed to his Potions class, and then gone straight to the library after dinner in the Great Hall. Winking at Cara, Ashton made a face that mimicked that of a scared, first year student who was being reprimanded for sneaking out after curfew. "Please, ma'am, I wasn't hurting anything." Trying to maintain the scared face, Ashton burst out into laughter and stuck his tongue out playfully at Cara, trying his best to lighten the mood after all the depressing emotions that had been flying around. He didn't mention what had just happened, and didn't plan on bringing it up ever again. He'd messed up, she'd cried, it was water under the bridge; in his eyes atleast. "And why are you out of your dormitories, Miss Petrova? Or have you officially transfered your place of sleep to the Sixth Floor Student Lounge?" Grinning, Ashton placed his wand back down on the chair beside him as he idly cracked his knuckles, awaiting a response.

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