shhh don't mind me [img]http://data1.whicdn.com/images/43282973/large.gif[/img] [hider=Chase Byrnes][center][img]http://i1.wp.com/vanityteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/colton-haynes-smile.gif[/img] [color=#66cccc][i]"I'm sorry, I don't understand myself sometimes. Sorry."[/i][/color] [color=#66cccc][b]Name:[/b][/color] Chase Byrnes [color=#66cccc][b]Age:[/b][/color] 17 [color=#66cccc][b]Year in school:[/b][/color] 12th grade [color=#66cccc][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Chase stands at around 5'8''. He's got a sturdy build and regularly works out. He has light brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a rather charming, sorrowful smile. [color=#66cccc][b]Ability:[/b][/color] Chase has the ability to bring inanimate objects to life. The animated objects stay 'alive' as long until Chase wants it to. However, larger objects uses more mental strength, or [i]will[/i] and don't usually last long while smaller objects do. The animated object's personality varies depending on Chase's [i]wishes[/i]. If he longs for companionship while animating something, that something will do everything to comfort its maker. [color=#66cccc][b]Biography:[/b][/color] Chase would wake up in the morning feeling rather mellow when he was younger. He would go to school and then come home only to curl up under his covers and sleep. He had loving parents, a good life, a good child-hood, good grades, good everything. Yet the world to him was a canvas of monochrome colors. Maybe those feelings occurred ever since Miranda Salders cheated on him with Richard Norton in eighth grade or maybe it was because he had no real friends since his parents moved every year due to their professions. He was aware that something was wrong with him, but at the same time, there wasn't anything wrong. It was as if everything was moving around him, but he was at a standstill. What really drew him out of his shell was art. It started with a simple bird sketching in his history notebook...and then his obsession with art exploded. Chase would draw everything anywhere. He would even go as far as to graffiti over graffiti. He first came across his powers when he was sculpting a clay cat. The thoughts of; "Wow, I wished I had a cat like this" crossed his mind and viola, furry cat came to life. He was surprised at first, but curiosity got the best of him and soon enough, Chase was making a miniature army of animals in his closet. His talent for sculpting eventually caught the Northwood Academy's eye. Eager to expand his knowledge on the world and to run away from his lonely home, he accepted. [color=#66cccc][b]Personality:[/b][/color] He's your typical quiet nice guy. Chase is calm and subdued in his interactions. He prefers to fade into the background and offers advice and counsel rather then taking charge directly. He is polite and restrained when interacting with people, often outwardly friendly when needed. He also doesn't know how to refuse someone even if the request makes him uncomfortable. He apologizes for everything he does, even if he didn't do anything wrong in the first place. He can be quite thick-headed at times when it comes down to personal relationships.[/center][/hider] [hider=noew][color=#66cccc][h3]Chase Byrnes[/h3][/color] His long fingers dug into the clay, the cool moist feeling tickling him. Eyes fluttering closed, Chase Byrnes let himself sink in an ocean of tranquility. He was in the basement where he had set up several tables, pottery wheels, and a variety of other art tools a few months prior. He spent most of his days cooped in there, completely dedicated to each and every one of his creations. However, the summer days were slowly ticking away, and it would just be a few more days until he'd have to leave his haven. Banishing the thoughts of school for now, Chase broke off a lump of clay, taking the small portion in his hands before creating the general shape of a bird. With the bird safety on his left palm, he reached over to pluck a carving tool from the table in front of him. [i]Pretty little robin, with your delicate wings and beak...[/i] He deftly began to etch details onto the soft surface. In a few minutes, he set the tool back down, careful examining the half-finished product. Although it was clay, it held an aura of life as if it was begging to fly free. His lips pulled up into a rare smile, a facial expression reserved exclusively for his art. "You're sculptures are as lovely as always," a voice suddenly rang out. Chase looked up, the bright smile fast disappearing into a more held-back one. It was the house-keeper, Ms.Tiller. The elderly woman had been employed ever since Chase was a little child. She was like a mother to him. [color=#66cccc]"Sorry, I just like art,"[/color] he answered, setting down the bird onto the table. The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing. "You didn't need to apologize," she lightly scolded, taking a seat near Chase. [color=#66cccc]"Sorr -"[/color] "Hush, child." He bit back his apology. Laughter escaped the woman's lips as she took Chase's clay muddied hands, patting them gently. "You don't ever have to apologize to me." Chase licked his lips, the word 'sorry' threatening to escape if he dared to open his mouth. Ms. Tiller continued to talk, her wise hazel eyes boring into dark blues. "...I should be the one to apologize to you. I tried to tell them...Your parents, they should be around more often for you but oh Chase, you know they're very busy people." [color=#66cccc]"I know,"[/color] Chase said after a heavy second. [color=#66cccc]"I know,"[/color] he quickly murmured again, his eyes darting to the floor. Ms. Tiller sighed and the deafening silence stretched out its long limbs. "Chase, smile more," she finally said. "Your smile is beautiful and I don't mean the one you use in front of people like me. I'm talkin' about the one you have whenever you're arting." He glanced back at her, a more tinier but genuine smile on his face now. [color=#66cccc]"Okay."[/color] - - - - - - - -- -- -- --- --- ----- ------- -------- He stepped out of the car, saying a mournful goodbye to his housekeeper before heading up the stairs where the Headmistress was. He respectfully greeted her before heading off to the gym where the welcoming ceremony would commence. It would be his last one, and Chase honestly didn't feel a tiny shred of sadness about the thought. There were a few more rules this year, possibly to prevent anymore...accidents. It definitely had to do with Coleman's death last year. Chase didn't mind the curfew that much. He would have liked to stay up a little later, maybe until 11 PM to stay cooped up inside the art room. He would just have to make do by hunkering down in the closet with a flashlight. Several of the upperclassmen voiced their disgruntled opinions before quieting down. After the announcements were over, Chase joined the crowd to receive their pack. [hider=Schedule]0 - Home Economics 1 - Science 4 2 - English 4 3 - French 4 4 - PoliSci 5 - Maths 4 6 - Free Period 7 - Studio & Design 8 - 3D Design & Sculpture 9 - Art club[/hider] Room Assignment – Floor 2, Room 4. James Drummond. The name was familiar but Chase couldn't recall his roommate's face nor the class or place where Chase had encountered him. Hopefully this James would be pleasant enough to talk to. The voice of Ms. Tiller floated in his mind; [i]"Try making some friends this year, please?"[/i] Double-checking his schedule one last time, he turned around and started to walk down the hallway to where his room was located. 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