[b]Name:[/b] Chase Rivers
[b]Age:[/b] 28
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] Chase is a fairly tall man, standing at 184 cm and weighing at 89 kg. He has a mop of dirty blonde hair he prefers to keep relatively short. He also has dim, green eyes and a complexion often seen in the British. He has a small, almost unnoticeable scar on his left brow.
[b]Attire:[/b] Chase dresses in a uniform: that of a bartender. Straight black pants with a white, collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to halfway his elbows topped by a black vest. A pair of moderately nice shoes, however almost never polished and showing the passage of time at work. He keeps a pair of black, leather gloves in his back pocket.
[b]Arcana:[/b] Strength
[b]Weapon:[/b] None, he prefers to use his fists.
[b]Personality:[/b] Chase is a quiet soul, preferring to keep everything not worth saying to himself. He isn't prone to anger or impulsive action for that matter. Rather, he is patient and passive, qualities his job as a bartender has taught him to hone to please even the rowdiest customer. This isn't to say he won't divulge in violence or force if need for such arises. He has kindly escorted many customers who have found fight within themselves through drink out of his establishment.

A side he rarely divulges to others, however, is his desire to protect. He is prepared to protect those who he loves and cares for, his family and friends, the establishment he works is and is set to inherit, and his way of life to the last. And he would dole out or receive any manner of punishment to realize this desire. Thus, he prefers this way of life, tending to a seedy bar with an even seedier customer base.
Backstory: Born and raised in London, Chase grew up with only his father, his mother having perished in childbirth. His family was not very well-off, his father's only claim to both money and fame being the Archives Pub situated in North Edmonton. Chase practically grew up in the pub, spending many nights doing homework in one of the booths during slower days while on others he worked tables. Whether this was legal or not, he knew not and cared even less. His father had always told him he'd inherit the Archives and that was the only future he seriously considered.

He would go to a culinary school to learn bartending and graduate just as the mysterious occasion known as Dark Hour began. Precisely at the same time each day, time would grind to a halt as patrons were encased in coffins, water ran red and the moon shone eerie, gaslight green. At first he had been frightened, for his father had left for a long business trip around the time this began and he was caring for both house and bar alone. Then he grew upset and finally accepting. Nothing happened during this mysterious, 25th hour of the day. Electricity cut off and clock's hands were still. He could only wait it out each day. Ten years later, the hour disappeared as mysteriously as it began.

A year later, came the P3 Syndrome. Chase didn't think much of it, having no children or friends with children that the mystery disease was affecting. Of course, he would do what he could. He served and listened to the woes of those who came to him, who some did suffer because of it, his customers. And that's what he'd keep on doing.



[b]Persona Name:[/b] Heracles
[b]Persona Appearance:[/b] [img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fategrandorder/images/f/f4/Herc3.png/revision/latest?cb=20170208165235[/img]
Persona Skills: Cleave, Rakukaja and Tarunda. Heracles resists physical damage, however is weak to ice.
Character Relevance: The greatest hero of all legend, Heracles performed Twelve Labours to regain favour among gods. So too must Chase perform his share of labours within Wonderland.