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Chace Worrall

"It's the chances we don't take that we usually end up regretting"

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a character in “The Accords: City of Secrets”, as played by UtaUsagi

Description

It's the chances we don't take that we usually end up regretting.


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Name: Chace Worrall

Nickname(s): TBA

Age: 17 and a half

Birthday: May 16th

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Physical Description:”I didn't want to have just plain skin all my life.”
Chace stands at 5'6”, shorter than the average male height but perfectly ok with that fact. He has a slim built body, enough muscle to defend and support himself. His eyes light up and his nose scrunches up when he smiles making others unable to resist laughter of their own. Artistic pictures decor his body like tattoos. Some runes others just doodles he's made on his body with permanent marker. He has long fingers and small feet. His black hair is straightened and rarely covers his eyes. Sometimes his hair will flair out when it gets longer and be a tad bit messy.

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Likes:
-Rain
-Puddles
-Art
-Sketching
-Decorated Skin
-Runes
-Happy people
-Making others happy
-Training
-Animals
-Kitties

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Dislikes:

-Cigarette smoke
-Drinking
-Dogs
-Snakes
-Spiders
-Spicy food
-Beans
-Tears
-Making someone sad

Fear(s):
-That his family or anyone will find out about his true feelings of Silas death.
-Being the cause of someones death or depression

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Secret(s):
A part of Chace was happy to have his brother Silas die. He was jealous of Luke and Silas connection and felt horribly guilty for his slight joy at his own BLOOD related brother to be reported dead. He hates that side of himself that wants to be held highly in Lukes eyes and wants to let go of that. He wants to be free, and separating himself from his brother is helping with that. Honestly, he did not go off to help the kidnapped Shadowhunters to prove himself...he did it to atone for his guilt and get away from his brother long enough to grow up himself.


Personality:
Chace can be defined as a bubbly character. He enjoys making people laugh and being a positive influence. He wants to make a difference and smile as much as he can because there are too many frowns in the world. He wants the world to be a better and safer place which is one of the main reasons he continues on being a shadowhunter and enjoys what he does. He loves downworlders, he loves everyone and almost everything. He rarely gets angry or offended, often looking to the bright sode of someones situation and why they would do something and how they feel.

History:
He has two older siblings who were skilled Shadowhunters; Luke and Silas, 27 and 23. Their teamwork could only be described as perfection, sharing the same blood and living with each other their entire life's helped with this. They did everything together and it made Chace feel left out. Not to say they were not great older brothers, they did make time for him but at some point in his life he had developed a jealousy of their bond. He could never be as close as those two due to their huge age difference.
Silas was six years older than him,hard to connect but not as much as with Luke, who was ten years older. Silas made the most time for Chace. Even going as far as to call him his Guardian Angel. Chace always understood Silas, even with his disabilities that made it difficult for him to do anything. Chace supported Silas becoming a Shadowhunter while Luke was weary but accepted it anyway because Silas really wanted to do it. Silas was always spoiled by Luke. However, Chace was the only one who thought he could do it on his own, that Silas could protect himself and didn't need anyones help. Silas was the one who showed Chace the magic of coloring on your skin, with runes and his personal favorite...permanent marker. They would often sit for hours drawing on each other.
However, this all changed when Silas committed suicide a year ago, going into a hoard of vampires for what Chace thinks was revenge. Chace thinks he couldn't live with the fact that it was his fault that his girlfriend, a mundane, had died and ended his own life to join her. Luke was heart broken, yet somehow continued to have the will to fight on. Chace was heart-broken at Silas' death, sinking into his own form of depression and battling with mixed feelings of guilt and sorrow. His love and jealousy fought on the beams of balance.
When Chace had reached sixteen years of age, his brother Luke took him under his wing and they begun to work as a team. Luke didn't expect Chace to have such talent in it and could even see some of Silas in him. The way he fought or handled certain situations was so like him.. Of course they would have similarities, Silas was the only brother to take time to train Chace personally and spend time with him. Chace had saved Lukes life more than he could count and never held it against him. He never told him that he was useless, to get it together, to get over his depression already, to focus, Chace never retaliated. He just let it go and Luke admired that.
When Chace had heard the news about the kidnapped Nephiliam, he quickly jumped to his feet and went to assist. Luke didn't approve of it, not one bit. He was afraid he would lose his one and only brother to some Downworler. Luke knew Chaces fascination with Downworlders and how he cherished their existence just as much as his own or a mundanes. Luke was afraid his kindness would interfere with his work. However, his parents accepted the idea and let him go to prove himself. It was time for Luke to stop hanging onto Silas and putting Chace on a pedestal. He was his own person, not Silas.

So begins...

Chace Worrall's Story

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”Where the tits is my Seraph blade? It's suppose to be around here somewhere. Oh my Gaawd, why am I such a dumbass? Why do I do this every time?” Chace scrambled around his room, throwing clothes from one spot to another in search of his blade. He checked under his bed and narrowed his eyes. Not there. ”Helloooo? Seraph blade, where are you baby? Baby come back to me~” he sung over-dramatically, he sang from that mop or broom commercial, whatever the tits it is. After moving some things around in his bed he still couldn't find it and got to his feet. Something hit him on the head? His eyebrows scrunched as he reached behind his back, grabbing a hilt of something and pulling it out. He shook his head side to side, staring annoyingly at his Seraph blade right before his eyes. ”I'm an idiot.” He shoved it back into it's covering on his back and checked himself over in the mirror. Today was the day he'd meet his partner in crime to solve this mystery of the kidnapped Shadowhunters and he wanted to look good and have it all together. He was awkward enough with his anxieties and insecurities and crazy weirdness so he at least wanted to have everything together.

He stood in front of the full-body mirror and fixed his black beanie. Hugging his torso was a skin-tight leather vest with buckles on the side, under that was a black tank top. He pulled down his leather pants, why did Shadowhunters wear all this leather anyway!? It was uncomfortable! Seriously!

'My balls feel suffocated D ='

”Gawh, whatever.” he opened his door in one smooth motion and was walking down the Institute hallway normally till he decided to skip. His boots echoed throughout the empty space, torches lit on the side, lighting not the best. It was so depressing, so skipping was called in session! He started humming, 'somewhere over the rainbow.' What was he/she going to be like? Would he/she like him? Think he was weird? Ugly? Come oooon, he was an ok looking guy. Good-pale complexion, blue eyes, somewhat of a button nose, ok, he wished it was a button nose, and built like every other Shadowhunter except he did look a bit like a wimp. What was he going to do if he/she didn't like him? Would they even work well together? Will she be pretty? Meh, who cares about that! Inner beauty is what rocks. Would she wear a lot of make-up? Does she like apple fritters? Multiple, unrelavent questions crossed his mind. What things she liked, what was her favorite animal, did she fight well, would she be just as awkward as him? You know, the usual stuff teenagers worry about.

Chace pushed open the Institute doors and took a seat on the steps, allowing himself to take a few seconds of seriousness. As far as he knew, it only made sense to start the investigation where the party was at and get the contacts of all who intended. Figure out a motive, and who seemed suspicious. No doubt it would be hard-

'Um, that man is looking at me. Why? That's creepy, creepy old man.'

Chace waved awkwardly to the homeless man giving him the evil eye. He stuck up his middle finger at the kid, huffed, regained his grasp on his bags, and moved on. Chace hung his jaw.

How rude! I wanna cry now ) =

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Amy sighed as she brushed through her blonde ringlets in front of her mirror that had already been in her room at the Institute when she first arrived a few hours ago. In that time, she had unpacked her bags and brooded about the upcoming mission. Obviously they had to start at the party, where the shadowhunters were first seen. She didn't know who her partner was, only that it was a guy about her age and that he had similar training. She applied minimal mascara, not caring about her makeup since she was fighting. She only put that much on because she wanted to look awake and presentable. Sighing, she grabbed her Seraph blade and stood, exiting the room and tucking the blade into the sheath she had on her back. She wore her leather corset-type uniform top and leather pants that may not seem easy to move in but in reality they provided excellent agility.

She came to a halt as she saw a boy sitting on the stairs. This must be him... She thought as she came to a silent stop. She had always been good at stealthiness. "Hey there. I'm Amy, and you are?" She asked, not really knowing how to begin that sentence. She knew they would have to start today, and actual pleasentries could be made later, preferably after they completed the mission.

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Chace jumped up in fright, slipping on nothing and landing awkwardly on the stairs. Had he scraped his knee? Naaaw, impossible. He like, had ironman pants. He placed his hand over his heart, heaving heavily and running his eyes up from her feet to her face. She was drop dead gorgeous with golden ringlets running down the side of her face and barely a spec of make-up except Mascara.

'I'm not gay, I promise. I'm just artistic, so I can see these things..I'M NOT GAY OK. DON'T JUDGE ME!'

But God damn it she had scared the tits out of him. After having the facial expression like she had killed his pet squirrel, which he had at one point naming him Hammy after the movie “Over the Edge” but had died by his fathers hand for dinner, he spoke.

”You scared the tits out of me.” he exclaimed and rubbed his shoulder before getting to his feet. Raising his hand slowly, he hoped he didn't look as awkward as he felt. "Uh, hi. I'm ….” he threw his hands up in the air, ”Chaaaaaaace! And I love Tacos!!!” he spun around in a circle, causing his beanie to fall off and he screamed, actually terrified of his hat hitting the ground. He played the game of tag with his beanie, nearly grabbing it before it went back up into the air, again and again and finally caught it. Awkwardly putting it back onto his head and grinning sheepishly. ”So um, I was thinking we'd go to the party...” he caught what he said, what if she misunderstood? He waved his hands in front of him, ”Not like, us-, to a real-, with drinking-, date-, uuuuh....” God he couldn't talk..

Hadn't his Mom taught him how to talk?

Yes, he was pretty Dog gone sure she had.

”The place the others were kidnapped, let's go there...where the PARRTEEEH is!” He paused....what was up with him making things so extremely awkward? Freaking tits, she probably thought he was a freak and a weirdo, which he was, but still...dang iiiit!!!

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Amy stared at Chace with wide eyes as he went through his odd introduction. Great, I'm stuck with a weirdo as a partner... She thought to herself and sighed. ”The place the others were kidnapped, let's go there...where the PARRTEEEH is!” She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, okay...good idea...let's go." She said, thinking to herself Tits? He doesn't even have any, so how could I scare them out of him? She shook the thought from her mind, concluding it was just another odd thing about this boy. Walking past him, she turned right in the direction of the downworlder's house where they had been told the kidnapping had taken place.

She walked briskly, wanting to get as much done before sundown, and turned her head slightly in Chace's direction. "So, ever been on a mission before? Or a hunt? She'd done some hunting as part of her training and also some once she'd completed just to stay in shape, but this was her first official mission.

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Dancing with Shadow at parties were some of Keikos favorite moments, like right now. Even if it was more for fun, having his hands on her sent shocks of excitement up her spine. Everywhere he touched felt magical and they lost themselves in the music.  When Keiko laid her eyes on the new arrivals, her ears perked up as she had heard them on their way miles ago. Parting ways with Shadow, she hurried to their side and kept her head down, cinnamon chocolate hair falling down past her face in even curls entwined with one another. She put her hands out and collected their coats before hanging it on the coat-rack beside the door. She kept her face hidden and once they had moved on to the next phase of the plan with a nod from Mia, they all took their places. Keiko retreated to the dance floor. She swayed her body to the beat of the music, moving her hips and running her hands through her hair. A baggy shirt with dark and shiny grey stripes hung on her body with a tank top under. Squeezing her legs and butt and making them pop were her ripped skinny jeans. Male bodies and hands surrounded her giving her cover, cigarette smoke and magic dust lingered in the room. Giggles and drunken laughter escalated to the roofs. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Shadow conjuring up the drinks for the guests of Honor. A smile swiped across her face as she closed her eyes and drowned herself in the music. He was nervous.

Three days later

It was three days later after the kidnapping and party yet Downworlders and the other like still roamed around Shadows apartment. Draco had been crashed for a couple days probably due to the stress and Keiko was left to the clean-up. Whenever she had tidied up the next minute there would be barf all over it the next. She screeched.

”Harry! God damn it get your ass out of here before I shove your fangs up your ass!” Harry moaned and gurgled, too drunk to comprehend a word she said. Having the last straw, she grabbed him by the ear and freed the window from its latch before throwing him out the window. She placed her hands on the rim of the dusty windowsill and stuck her head out the window, sticking her tongue out at him. Harry was off flying away lazily. She slammed the window shut and clapped her hands together to remove the specs of dust and-

"Louis! Leave this place... I need to think." Draco growled from the far reaches of his room. Keiko tilted her head and pointed her ears in the direction of his voice, listening in. 

"Don't forget, some Nephilim are requesting to see you this afternoon... don't forget to speak with them..you know how "Angels" can be." Louis grumbled and headed out with a pack of his bird-friends. Keiko waved good-bye to them with a friendly smile. The fake joy left her face as quick had it had come once their figures disappeared behind closed doors. The Nephiliam, she stared off in Shadows general direction and looked down at the floor, then to the side. She’s known her childhood friend for years; why else would they be called best friends? And she knew, she knew there was a possibility that he might crack under pressure. Then again, that’s what she loved about him. Having so much power and knowing what he should fear. Power and fear walk hand in hand with one another.

Keiko walked soundlessly on the floor barefoot, having removed her shoes hours ago. Pain was beauty but she preferred the freedom of being able to wiggle her toes whenever she wanted. She eased the door open with her fingertips, popping her head in to steal a glance of tired and frustrated Draco. Morphing her body and growing patches of fur little by little she became her animal, a grey dust bunny. Sliding into the room with stealth, she hopped over to Shadow and jumped onto his lap. Wiggling her nose she pressed her soft paws against his chest and tilted her head, one ear bending down. Her big and endless obsidian eyes looking into his.








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She walked briskly past Chace and towards the direction where the party had happened. Well, wasn't she a ball of sunshine. She appeared bright and happy-go-lucky but personality-wise she reminded him of someone just oh so familiar.... his brother. Bleh, what a dead head he had no idea how to have fun. He followed after her, keeping his trap shut. She totally thought he was a weirdo, maybe a lunatic, yeah a lunatic with rabies. He slid his hands in his pockets and hung his head as they made their way through the crowds unnoticed. Enchantments sure had their perks. At least he didn't have to be embaressed in front of all these people and worry about them watching him....The sun shined down on them from above. A blue sky and puffy white clouds. Aww, one of them looked like a bunny. Oh! Oh! One was King Trident!!! Amy turned her head slightly in Chace's direction.

"So, ever been on a mission before? Or a hunt? “ She asked. Pop! Fun time over. Well, at least she was trying to make small talk. That counts for something right?

”Duuuh, Gaawd, I'm a Shadowhunter!” he laughed, ”I've been on more than a hundred hunts and missions put together. My super kick ass bro takes me out on them all the time. Do you remember hearing about that high-class official gone missing in the Shadowhunter gossip line? Some bad ass, super strong vampire on the hit-list? I think it's called a hit-list or maybe a bingo book? Whatever, anyway the point is he was taken hostage by this wanted bad guy. Aaaaand,” he bent his knees and shot his hands out one after the other, ”KABAM! I took him out with my super cool, rad Shadowhunter ninja moves!” he went back to normal posture and like, pretended to be cool for a second with a jerk of his head. ”So, what about you? I'm sure a serious, wonderful and skilled person like yourself has been on a lot of those.” Actually, he wasn't sure if she was even skilled. She could be a stuck-up girl with the shittiest combat skills he'd ever seen. Tits, he'd be screwed. Like freakin tits, that would suck. But well, LOOK at that body! Come ooooon, she was amazing at fighting. She had to be, no one looked like that and didn't know how to throw a punch. Oh God, he sounded like a pervert.

Nooo! I'm not a pervert I swear, I just enjoy admiring the female...body...Oh Gaawd, hahaha that sounds worse.

Skycrapers towered over them but rays of sunshine went through, reflecting off windows and glass. No really did notice them and still probably wouldn't notice them even without the enchantment. Everyone was so engrossed in their own lives, on phones, carryign suitcases, ear buds in their ears and head banging to their favourite song. He spun around a bit as they walked and waited for her response. One. Two. three steps, spin. Ten steps spin, admire the pretty sun and reflections. Spin~

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Amy looked to Chace, shocked about the amount of experience he had over her. "Um, well, I've been on plenty of hunts." She hadn't been on any missions because no one wanted to speak to her after she had killed Rosie. But, she couldn't tell Chace this, he wouldn't understand. Especially after he talked about his brother taking him out on missions. "My favorite was when I had cornered a vampire and she thought by threatening me with some lesbian blood affair was going to distract me. I sliced right through her heart without a backwards glance." She smiled at the memory. She knew that as gross and twisted as that might sound to mundanes, it might actually sound interesting to Chace.

"So, you really took that guy out? On your own? Impressive." She said, trying to be social. She was generally a very perky, and sometimes even naive person, but when she had her Seraph blade strapped to her back, normal Amy Llewellyn went away and Shadowhunter Llewellyn made an appearance. As she saw the house coming closer, she reached behind her head and pulled her blonde ringlets into a ponytail. Her bangs still hung on her forehead, almost in front of her eyes. I should probably get a trim soon...

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"Kei-Chan, I can eat you.. you're so tiny and I'm so big." he teased and she shook her small paws up and down rapidly until he set her down gently onto his desk. Her whiskers twitched when she scrunched up her nose and tilted her head to the side. He leaned back in his seat and sighed, she felt great that she had the power to calm him down and help him relax. As his best friend, she felt like she was more special than anyone else. But...how long would that last?

"This isn't fun... Kei-Chan, I could loose my seat on the Council." her ears flopped down as she leaned her head forward and looked up at him. She watched him run his fingers through his thick, soft hair…how she wished to run her own hands through his hair. Getting up from his comfy dark burgundy chair, he paced around the room probably wondering what to do and freaking himself out for nothing. He was so cute when he worried~ "Kei-Chan, let us go have a drink or something... “ she stood on her hind legs shaking her head violently and hopped side to side. ”But let me see that pretty face of yours... in your bunny form I just want to eat you. Do not forget, I am part feline" Her ears shot up when Draco pounced at her in his feline form, coddling her in his paws. She fidgeted, hastily paddling her legs up and down and turning to get out of his grasp. Human hands enveloped her fur, a heartful and beautiful laughed filled her bunny ears. ”Now about that dinner date eh?" Transforming herself back, she ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her forehead against his. Cheeks puffed up and pouting.

”No, you cant escape.” she backed her face away from his and tapped his nose with her index finger, ”Your. Meeting. With. The. Nephiliam. If you play nice, maaaaaaaybe.” She crossed her arms and peered up into his eyes. Avoiding this conflict would only make him look worse and appear as if he was running away from something horrible. She wouldn't allow it. And would he ever know how hard it was for her to resist requests like that? Did he know she liked him? Did he even care about their relationship? or were they just so comfortable around each other that it felt like flirting? She couldn't figure it out, she couldn't discern the desires and illusions she created between the truth. Forget it Keiko, just focus on what is at hand.

Mia needs us...








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"Um, well, I've been on plenty of hunts."’ Oh God, hahaha, she has less experience than him! Holy tits, this is a miracle! This would be the first time that he would be considered sort of like, the top dog. He should get a burrito, a yummy burrito from taco bell. "My favorite was when I had cornered a vampire and she thought by threatening me with some lesbian blood affair was going to distract me. I sliced right through her heart without a backwards glance." She smiled proudly and Chace scrunched up his nose in disgust.

”Grooosss! But daaamn gurl, that’s raw!” he laughed and threw his hands up into the air, ”It’s getting hot in here so take off all your clothes!” he paused, ”Man I haven’t heard that song in a long time. “ He grabbed her shoulders, ” I’m watching you. We gotta keep some eye contact you know we gotta have a connection, I feel like we have a connection. I’m creeping you out right now aren’t I? We should be like best friends, bestest friends or myspace friends! Real deal? High five!”



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Oh God, he was so awkward...He slowly and safely lowered his hand in a nerdy fashion. Awkward high five, sad face ) = Scratching the back of his head he could see their designated building from the corner of his eyes and straightened his posture. Ok, so, there was totally a drunken gnome in front of the building. A drunken. Gnome. How titastic is that!? He’s never seen a gnome before, wwwoooooow! Haha he looks funny!

Oh…maybe I should ask him some question?

”You, Yeah you. Yeah you right there!” he yelled after the gnome and pointed at him childishly.