Name: Chase Wilkinson
Nickname: Heh. You, my dear, can call me Chase. Everyone else does. What makes you think you are special?
Age: 20
Major: Mechanical Engineering conjoint Physical education
Sexuality:Bi sexual... hn. VERY bi sexual.

House: Sigma Chi Delta
Thoughts on being a Sigma: We have a... love/hate relationship. Don't get me wrong, I love to party, I love to smoke, BMX, flirt and have a good time but sometimes, it's a bit of a drag.
Likes:
+ Myself
+ Cars
+ BMX
+ Myself
+ Women/men... people.
+ Myself
+ Reading
+ Competition
+ Being looked up to
+ Myself
+ Having a laugh
+ Designer brands
+ Oh... did I forget to mention? Myself.

Dislikes:
- The whole, "big guy picks on small guy" scenario. When situations are unfair.

Fears: BMX biking

Personality[b]: "How about we make an arrangement? I keep being me, and you keep guessing. Where's the fun if everything's handed out?"

People find me relatively hard to predict. Like a walking contradiction. They can not grasp what goes on in my mind, no matter how hard they try. I like the softer things, reading, having a laugh, listening to whatever comes on the radio, yet am the prime example of an elite male. Driving fast cars, competing in burn outs and having my fair share of "physical attention", I can hardly say I am a sensitive, cowardly loser, as kids are labelled in this sort of place. I'm straight and I'm gay, I'm wild and I'm tame, I'm strong and I'm sensitive, I do what I want when I want and most of the time, there is nothing you can do about it.

If you've got a problem, talk to someone who cares.

[b]History: I grew up in L.A, a child to two very busy parents. My mother is a top designer in the world, my father a businessman, both admirable traits that I've based my whole life around. I spent much of my time alone as a kid, being practically raised by the household butler, he clothed me, fed me and took me to school, introducing me to BMXing, one favor that I owe him my life for.

At age 2 my sister, Lacey-Rae was born. She was a sweet child, always happy and bubbly and we got along greatly. I tried my best to look after her, to protect her from anything that came her way.

At age 8, I got signed by a famous car brand, sponsored to compete in competitions for not only biking, but to represent their brand, too. To say I was ecstatic would be an understatement, I was living my dream representing a brand that I could not take my eyes off. It didn't take long for me to rise to fame, the most out spoken name in all of skating history, tackling stunts that perhaps I shouldn't have tackled. And to top that off... as soon as I was old enough, I had much time to experiment with the cars, despite the public eye thinking it wise not to.

But, as all fairytales go, mine could not be flawless forever. At age 18, it all turned 'round, my life, my passion, my time in the spotlight, at the biggest competition worldwide. My recklessness had gotten the better of me, after a long night of drinking and sex and therefore being utterly shattered for the world champs, I finally choked, the bump in the track was simply too much for me to handle. I went head first over the handle bars, landing on my spine and messing up my chances to BMX again.

Of course, there went my career, and all the benefits with it. I was quickly sent back home to my parents and butler, the days of "Chase the BMX champion", now gone.

Of course, I still carried on with my interests in BMXing and cars. I did not wish to give up my passions that easily, deciding that if I could not do it, I would teach it, and become the best biking coach known to man and one day build a car worthy of even the greatest man alive.

And so... I joined Fulton University.