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Description
✖ B A S I C S:
. Name: Chase Alpine. Age: 26
. Height: 180cm
. Build: Tall, Lanky but muscly
. Gender: Male
. Sexual Orientation: Straight
. Relationship Status: Single
. Primary Weapon: Bow and Arrows
. Secondary Weapon: N/A
. Group: Outlaws
. Rank: Associate
✖ P E R S O N A L I T Y:
{ Rebellious | Dependable | Stubborn | Caring | Shy }Chase is a very quite and shy man, but get to know him and you'll know why he is. His Rebellious behavior has gotten in into a lot of trouble in post-apocalyptica, he was always in trouble with the law and always running. Despite that part of him, he's a very loving and caring man, he stays true to his word, no matter what you've done to him. If Chase doesn't want to do something, he'll say so. It takes a lot of convincing and pushing for him to actually do what you ask or say. He loves the outdoors and loves being around people he knows.
. Strengths:
* Archery - Years of practice makes him a good archer.
* Hunting - Being an archer comes great hunting skills with his bow.
* Stealth - Quick, quiet and cautious on his feet.
* Strength - Muscles = strength!
* Strategy - Being an archer and a hunter, he has the ability to stratergize his moves.
* Horsemanship - Grew up on a stud farm, worked with horses everyday of his life since he was a kid.
. Weaknesses:
* Love - Chase is a sucker for the girls, and falls too quickly.
* Speed - He was never good at sports.
* Socialization - He was never a social person. Too much human activity can overwhelm him and cause panic attacks.
* First-Aid - He never paid attention in middle school and always skipped first-aid classes.
* Shy - He's too shy to talk to others, but gets quite loud after a few drinks.
. Quirks:
* Helpful - Need a hand? Tell Chase what to do.
* Sarcastic - Everything's funnier when you're sarcastic.
* Gentle - He doesn't like being rough with companions and living humans unless needed.
* Giggles - He giggles a lot around the girls.
. Hobbies:
* Riding.
* Shooting Targets.
* Hunting.
* Drinking.
. Skills:
* Knows some basic survival stuff.
* Never misses a target unless unfocused.
* Horsemanship.
✖ H I S T O R Y:
PRE-APOCALYPTICA
Chase grew up on an old run-down ranch with cattle and a few horses. It was located in south Nevada, where the mountains were tall and the winters were freezing. The Alpine always had it rough, their winters were too cold, and a majority of their livestock died. The summer was pretty much the same, the grass was dry and water was scarce, causing a large number of stock to die. This was hard on Chase’s parents, causing them to fight constantly, his father wanting to move to the city, but his mother wanting to stay and keep trying. When they fought, Chase would go out to the stables and care for the horses. His bond with them grew stronger almost everyday, he took on the responsibility of feeding them and grooming them. Elementary school started and Chase didn’t have as much time as he used to to care for the horses.
Chase was always a good kid through-out elementary school and middle school, he always did his homework and was always on time, he was the perfect kid, never in trouble. He continued caring for the horses at home, he loved them to bits. His parents got a divorce half way through his 7th schooling year, his dad moved to the city, and it affected him big time, his grades started dropping and he stopped paying so much attention. He got quite depressed and even stopped going to the horses everyday. Everything started falling apart when his father got abusive towards his mother a year after the divorce. Chase never knew why his father turned abusive, although he stunk of alcohol everytime he saw him. Chase only just managed to graduate middle school, his attendance kept going down though. Chase never really talked to anyone at school, he was kind of the loner kid who sat at the back of the classes that he actually attended, who walked alone and sat alone at lunch.
The beginning of high school was hell for him, his dad was abusive, and his mother worked every day just to keep him in school and worse yet he copped bullying for being a freshman. He got severely depressed at the beginning of the year and only spiralled. He stopped going most days and when he did, he skipped his classes to hang out with his new ‘friends’ who introduced him to drugs and drinking. He used to sleep with any girl he could, play with them and just leave them. He was heartless, careless and rebellious. He was always in trouble with the law, stealing, smoking, drinking underage, defacing government property. He stopped caring for the horses at home, his entire persona changed, he was completely person due to the drugs.
Chase started getting verbal abusive from his mother about not passing his classes, not attending school, being incredibly lazy and not caring for the horses like he used to. This sent him in a more violent spiral, he just didn’t care about school or the responsibilities of being an adult someday. His mother kicked him out around his 10th year of school, and Chase lived on the streets most of the time, going to school parties where he would get intoxicated and high on drugs, just to take his pain away. At one point in time he started dealing drugs and was almost caught by Police doing so. He spent days on end in hiding. This opened Chase’s eyes and made him realize what he was doing was completely the wrong path to go, he needed to change. He would roam long roads of farms, looking at the perfect houses with active families, and watching the horses, an animal he used to care so much for. He started going back to school, but it didn’t interest him, he tried for almost a year to get back into schooling.
After endless searching, Chase now had a farmhand job, caring for the livestock and the horses. He lost all contact to all the people he knew at school, he didn’t really mind though. He lived at a farm where he worked, where he started learning to ride. Months and months went on by, and Chase got progressively better each week. Soon he was helping herd the livestock. His life was back on track and he started to love life, his drug addiction stopped. His skills increased and he started earning a large sum of money from working, he started saving money of his own to buy a foal and build it into his own unique horse.
Years passed and Chase had paid for a foal to be bred from a neat pair of horses, an Appaloosa stud and a Quarter Horse cross Paint Horse broodmare. He was excited for the foal and spent months building the perfect stall just for it. Just another few months later and the foal was born, it was pure white, a little colt. Chase had to wait for the foal to be weaned and halter trained to be able to have him on his property. Time passed and soon enough, here was Chase’s foal, although it looked different than what he saw of it last, it had patches of brown and black on the face and back leg. He had to ring and make sure it was actually the right foal they brought him, but it was.
Chase spent months to years training this little colt, developing him to be the most unique stallion, full of personality.
APOCALYPSE BEGINS
It was Chase’s birthday when emergencies rang throughout the country of a very contagious virus, but no details were actually realised just yet. He overheard people talking about a disease or some virus that kills you, but that’s all he heard and didn’t think anything of it. He just got up and tried to continue with his day, he tried to ring his mother, but no pick up, tried to ring his dad, even though his disliked him, he didn’t pick up either. He was quite confused but shook it up, they’ll call back later. He sat back down at the TV, watching the news, watching as the “breaking news” spread town to town. Glass shattered inside the house, which caused him to jump to his feet and run towards the sound, one of the farmhards either hurt themselves or dropped something inside of their room. He tried to jiggle the door open, but it was locked from the inside, he yelled out asking if they were okay. Nothing. Just soft gurgling sounds and a couple of things banging. He asked again if everything was okay and only got a painful sounding groan. He burst the door open, only to find a floor covered lightly in blood, and a man standing in the corner, Chase tried to ask again, but as the farmhand turned, Chase stumbled backwards. His face was half rotted, blood drooling from his mouth and eyes turned completely white and foggy. He lunged towards Chase but chase threw him back by the shoulders and ran from the room, shutting the door behind him and blocking it. He ran back to the TV and flicked through every news channel he could find. Nothing really showed what was going on, he picked up his phone to looked through multiple articales that were posted overnight of “zombies” appearing. Chase ran out of the house to Legacy who was locked safely in his own stall, Chase climbed over the top of the tall door and cuddled with Legacy, questioning out loud what was going on. Staring out of the door, he noticed serval farmhands staggering around the farm. Chase launched himself out of the stall and ran for the house, straight to his room and started packing his things. He couldn’t stay here. Not with those things out there. He stuffed bag as much he could and ran for Legacy’s tack shed which was right next to his stall, he locked the door behind him after throwing his things inside of Legacy’s stall. He grabbed as much tack as he could, taking his most valuable saddle and bridle, folding saddlepads so they would fit in his bag and grabbed multiple bridles and two halters as well as his martingale and large saddle bags. He made a dash for the stall after opening the tack shed. Chase tacked Legacy up as quickly as possible, tying everything down and stuffing his extra stuff into what remaining space he had in his bags. He threw the bags onto his back, unlocked the stall door and mounted Legacy, kicking him straight out the unlatched door. They rook off at a gallop, heads turning and the zombified farmhands start stumbling slowly after them, but they quickly lost them as they went galloping down the road, it was time to search for a safe place.
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work in progress - Archery and Hunting will be added in here!!
✖ C O M P A N I O N S:
. Name: Legacy
. Breed: Quarter Horse X Paint X Appaloosa
. Sex: Stallion
. Personality: Legacy is a very quiet and adaptive equine. He never strays too far from Chase and absolutely loves scratches on his butt or face. He is wary of new people, but when he knows he can trust you, he won't leave you alone. Although he only really allows Chase to ride him as Chase and Legacy have such a unique bond. He listens to Chase's every word and only obeys to Chase's verbal commands. Touch him with that whip and he'll become a wild bronc.
. Favorite Treats: Apples and Sugar Cubes
