Chase Padwell
Male--Eighteen--Straight
Shapeshifter
Physical Description:
Five Feet Eight Inches, 168lbs
Personality Traits:
Male--Eighteen--Straight
Shapeshifter
Physical Description:
Five Feet Eight Inches, 168lbs
- Black hair
- Green eyes
- Slightly tanned skin
- Lean
- Wears tshirts, sweaters/hoodies, khakis, and sneakers all consisting of earthy or blue tones
Personality Traits:
- Sweet
- Caring
- Gentle
- Considerate
- Shy
- Doormat
- Patient
- Untrusting
- Secluded
- Sensitive
Chase sat alone on a park bench in the city. That was how it was for him. Alone and elusive in New York City. That was how he lived his life. Chase was a loner and that was the life he chose. Chase wasn't like most people. He was a shapeshifter. Due to that people pushed him away. Although tonight, things went awry. He suddenly went into darkness. Later he woke in a room, a pain in the back of his head. He groaned and got up. "You good, man?" Chase was surprised to hear a voice. He looked up and saw many others. Other young people. "So you got powers too, huh? Good luck, dude. You're gonna need it in this hellhole." It was a young man, skinny with pale skin. Blonde hair and blue eyes, his hair messy, but in the natural way. So Chase was in a holding facility. He sat up, seeing girls in here too. So this was now a game of survival. He went and sat alone, letting rage bubble up inside of him. He would escape this place, and kill those who held him. He had overheard, and seen proof. The people here were being tortured and tested on. They were government toys.