Full Name:
Eric Catch
Age:
19
Appearance:
Catch has lime green eyes and hair dyed a salmon-like pink. He's taller than average boys his age, but he's not the muscliest guy ever. His eyes are a darker green at the top than at the bottom. Under his gloves, there are two circular burns, hidden.
Preferred Clothing:
Catch wears normal boots, with black jeans. The black jeans have two pink stripes down the side, and a heart where the back right pocket should be. He wears a green t-shirt and a black beanie hat, some black gloves adorned with hearts and circular shapes, and a white hoodie. Also, Catch has a pink tie hung loosely around his neck, for formality's sake.
Role:
Real Boy
Love Interest:
None.
Skills:
He can handle a gun pretty well, and can do decently well in close combat fights.
Other than that, his cooking skills are surprisingly good, but his drawing skills are so terrible, you can't tell apart one of his ducks from a tree.
Personality:
Chase is the quiet sort of guy with the constant glare in his eyes, unless he likes you. It's quite rare that words escape his mouth, and they're often some sort of retort in annoyance. He finds the presence of other people aggravating, but he always finds himself surprised by peppy girls or boys, since he sort of envies their energy. If you catch him in the presence of animals, especially big dogs, he's surprisingly nice, but he really cannot be asked to talk to other humans. There's that and the fact that he has no clue on what to say most of the time, since everything in his head is ridiculously sarcastic that it could make someone laugh at the dryness behind it.
If someone tries to make a joke, Chase won't usually laugh. But if they do something amazingly stupid by accident, he'll find himself in a fit of laughter, which is absolutely out of character. He's the type who'd ignore others, unless they're talking to him, and the sort that won't tell unless asked. There's also a strange addiction to coffee thrown in there somewhere, along with the fact that he actually loves to laugh, he just doesn't find a lot funny. Chase often has an ironic tone in his voice, and if it's not, it's sarcastic. He wants to get back to the real world for his little sister. People call him Chase because someone in school said he's "-always being chased by bad luck and a threatening aura." And it just kind of stuck, except some people from his school called him Threat for a while after that. Therefore, he responds to both.
Distinguishing Features:
His bright green eyes
Charm Point:
He has a cute laugh. . .
Likes:
Coffee
Dogs
Accidental humour
Action movies
Caffeine
Dislikes:
Sitcoms
Chick-flicks
Eating
Strangers
Talking
Fears:
Not seeing his sister again
History:
Chase and his little sister Ana lived in an orphanage all their lives, but he somehow became quiet and collected, while she became overly energetic. He used to go to the arcade with his little sister since she liked this simulation game on one of the Jabberwocky consoles, and he'd just go and play a fighting game. Chase was never really interested in gaming, but it wasn't something he hated. When the orphanage closed down two years ago, Chase found a tiny apartment with a living area and a separate bathroom. He took his little sister with him and sent her to school, while he gave up college.
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
In the middle of a gun fight
In the center of a restaurant
They say, "Come with your arms raised high"
Well they're never gonna get me
I'm like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
Your life
Will never be the same
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer
Say your prayer
Now, but I can't, and I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this pain in my
For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again
They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
I am losing myself and I miss my mom
Will they give me the chair?
Or lethal injection or swing from a rope, if you dare
Oh, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen
Now, but I can't, and I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this pain in my heart
For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again
To your room, what they ask of you
They'll make you want to say
"So long, well I don't remember
Why remember you?"
Do you have the keys to the hotel?
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherf****r on fire, fire
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I won't go down by myself
But I'll go down with my friends
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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