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Chas Loren

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a character in “Hazardous”, as played by AbsoluteWhisper

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Chas Loren
CELL MANIPULATION

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TWENTY-FIVE || BISEXUAL || AMERICA || #E36F19



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“You’re going to do what I say. If not, well… I’ll give you a little taste. Then we can talk.”

Chas can manipulate the functions of living cells and living cells only. He can’t control their location or move them around with his mind, but he can control what the cells are doing. His ability requires complete concentration and a vast knowledge of the types of cells of the human body. Chas spent years studying to be a doctor, so he is able to manipulate the human anatomy much easier than any animals’. Chas needs to think about what cells he wants to manipulate, where they are, and what he wants them to do. His abilities are not something that can be done subconsciously.

Now, what can Chas do exactly? What constitutes the manipulation of living cells? Well, he can completely control the varied functions of the different types of cells. If someone is injured, he can speed up the healing process by forcing the cells to function considerably harder or faster while consuming less nutrients. He can also do the exact opposite. He can slow the functions of cells, allowing parts of the body to shut to down and die from the inside out. One of his favorite things to do is sit someone down and stop their skin from processing moisture. Slowly, over time, their skin will dry out and begin to peel off. After having his powers for a few years and an innate sadistic nature, Chas has learned many ways to ruin the human body.

There are still many things left for Chas to learn. He continues his studies to understand the human anatomy further and get better at using his powers. However, no matter the amount of time he puts into learning of his powers, nothing will change the fact that Chas’ powers require a lot of energy. He has learned to slow down the energy consumption of his abilities, but that doesn’t stop him from needing five big meals a day just to break even on calorie count. His captors knew of this and offered him calorie packed bars. He basically lives off of those. If he runs out, he really needs to keep a handle on using his powers or he’ll collapse from malnutrition.



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
“You don’t like me? Aww, that’s unfortunate. I don’t like you? Hah! Goodbye.”

Chas isn’t a quiet, reserved man. Some would even call him charismatic. He has an award winning smile, and he knows how to talk to people. But to Chas, almost all relationships are for the sole purpose of helping himself. The number of people he truly cares about could be counted on one hand. He understands the fragility of the human body and mind, so he trusts no one. If you never rely on anyone, you’re never let down once they fail. And as far as Chas believes, everybody always fails. Well, everybody but himself. As far as Chas is concerned, he is the perfect example of a human being. He’s full of himself, and this has given him an immense sense of pride and confidence. However, he’s not overly confident in the sense that he’ll put himself in situations he knows he cannot win.
Of all of his features, Chas possesses immense intelligence on many fronts. Not only is he book smart, having studied the sciences, psychology, and history for years, but he’s also street smart. He’s well aware of social cues and the ways that humans act according to certain emotions. With that said and with the knowledge he has gained, he knows how to break people as well, physically and emotionally. If you treat him with respect, Chas will respect you. But if you dare disrespect him, Chas will hold no mercy for you. He does not bother stopping himself from ridding the world of people who don’t treat him as they should.
Chas understands the evil of the world, and as a result, he’s developed soft spots for certain individuals. Those who are considered innocent to most would be in that group, such as animals and children. Adults are innately filled with hatred, but children have potential and don’t have the knowledge to do wrong on purpose. Chas is known to use torture and stealing to get what he wants, but there are still crimes that he refuses to allow. He does have some morality. Any form of sexual assault or anyone who attempts it is less than dirt in his eyes. He feels nothing when killing a rapist. Animal abusers, poachers, and wifebeaters are the same to him. All not worthy of life. To them, he is willing to be judge, jury, and executioner.



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B A C K S T O R Y
“Mom and Pop did their best. I think I turned out alright.”

Chas’ parents were both wealthy, healthy people: his mother a famous brain surgeon and his father a well-known oncologist. For them, money was never an issue. They had Chas well into their lives, and they planned on having one and only one child. Chas grew up being catered to, being sent to cushy private schools and bought all of the most recent, expensive toys. Often times, Chas grew bored of having everything, but he never stepped out. Even at a young age, he knew everything could be taken away in an instant.

For years, he excelled. Chas had a powerful and quick-witted mind. He was always at the top of his class and graduated from high school as Valedictorian. He received a full ride to a famous medical school; not like it mattered anyways. His parents could have afforded to buy him in. Chas went to the college for six years. He decided to focus his studies on neurology and become a surgeon like his mother. But his boredom with life grew. It was around this time that his powers materialized.

Like a blessing from God, Chas was given the ability to control bodily functions through the cells. This gave him a whole new career path that he hadn’t even considered. He disappeared from school one day and was never seen on campus again. Chas had travelled to New York and set out to start his own gang. It was a lot easier than he thought it would be. All he had to do was make a flashy entrance. He walked into a state bank without a single weapon and walked out with over a million dollars.

Merely days later, other people, people with abilities, came to him, offering their help. After a year, Chas has connections throughout the entire state of New York. Politicians bent to his will, the police were too terrified to go after him, and his army kept growing and growing. He lived lavishly in a penthouse. He had a girlfriend and all the money in the world. The power went to his head. He started getting sloppy. Shortly after his 25th birthday celebration, Chas was captured by Savior. She ambushed him while he was sleeping and knocked him out before he could use his abilities. The next time Chas woke up, he was in the Birdcage, surrounded by machines that he couldn’t control.



So begins...

Chas Loren's Story

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Character Portrait: Taron Credence Ilyin Character Portrait: Sabrina Looker Character Portrait: Chas Loren Character Portrait: Misery Jones
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ImageThe last thing Misery remembered was a brown smoke seeping in through the vents in her cells ceiling. The cells in Birdcage were big enough that they never had to risk moving the inmates around of giving them any ‘yard time’. Which was understandable, Misery had always used yard time to escape, or maim other inmates. In the Birdcage she hadn’t even know who her other inmates were. Though some days you could hear screams of fury through the thick walls. The only sign in eight years that she wasn’t alone in there.

The food would appear three times daily like clockwork, dropping from the ceiling in a tightly sealed paper box. Gross, dry food that didn’t require refrigeration of preparation. Food that sustained life, but could hardly be considered a luxury.
Now everything was dark, a rocking motion and jostling brought her back to the present. Misery’s vision was blurry and her extremities tingled. Where was she? What happened? She could hear metallic clinking and as her eyes sight sharpened up she could make out shapes from the light filtering in.

As her brain started engaging and her senses started coming back to her, she realised she was in the back of an armoured van, the walls being clearly reinforced as all outside sounds were dulled. Hence the jostling as the van drove over a presumably bumpy, rural road. She tried moving her hands, but they were attached to a heavy chain, the other end of which was tightened around the wrists of a small child. The other occupants of the van were equally chained up, and were either still out cold or drifting into consciousness like her.

There was a dulled thump, and Misery was thrown from the bench as the Van rocked violently before all the jostling and rocking stopped. She could hear people yelling outside the van, though the reinforced nature of the walls dulled the words. She frowned, still feeling blurry and a bit off. She tried to get up at head to the door at the back, but the chains pulled her back.

She jerked chain hard to pull the boy with her. “We need to get out of here.” Her voice was quiet and croaky, whatever shit they had gassed her with was clearly still in her system. But she was present enough to at least realise whatever was happening outside, this was her chance. She put her palms up to the door and blasted cold at it, causing frost to climb up the door and coat it. Super-freezing the metal, and hopefully making it brittle.

She kicked at the door with her feet. Still bare-foot and dressed in yellow overalls, as was the inmate uniform in the Birdcage. She rammed it with her shoulder and felt it give a little. “This is our chance.” She said with a hoarse voice, hoping that her fellow inmates had a way of getting out, or at least more core strength than her.



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Flame felt like shit. The last thing she remembered was doing push-ups in her cell. She didn’t remember anything after that. Her eyes fluttered open but closed a second later. From what she saw, she knew she wasn’t in her cell. Currently her heart was pounding, she felt nausea, and she felt like she was burning up. The sound of metallic clinking irritated her. What the hell is that sound? She was curious, but her body felt heavy. Her eyes only opened when she rocked off the bench. Anger warmed her blood.

Lucky for her, she was able to stay on her feet. Her ever changing green eyes took in her soundings. She ended up staring at her chains. She wasn’t happy that she was attached to a young man. Her unhappiness grew when she saw he was attached to a child. To make it worst, the child was attached to a bald woman. Flame’s own hair was loose and out. She stayed stilled as she tried to listen to the yelling. Flame wasn’t sure if she couldn’t make the words out because she was in the vehicle or because she felt drugged. Her eyes went to Egg, the bald woman, as she went to the door. A small smile graced her lips. Where does she think she is going? Did she forget about the chains?

Despite wanting to make a joke at Egg’s expense, she stood fully to her height of 5’1”. Flame changed the woman’s nickname to Frosty when she saw her blast the door. She got as close to the door as she could while being chained. Once Frosty wasn’t touching the door, Flame took a slow and deep breath. When Frosty finished speaking, she blasted the door with blue flames. She closed her eyes for a second as the heat radiated off the door. It felt nice. She thought she heard the door crack or creak a bit. Flame was not sure. She was sure when her vision blurred. She had made the flames extra hot and it took a good chunk out of her. She wouldn’t be blasting anything else any time soon. The metal touching her skin felt hot, but she did not mind. She wondered if the man's chains got warm or even hot.

She yanked her chains hard, so she could walk closer to the door. Flame leaned forwarded to feel the heat fade quicker than it should have from the door. She frowned a bit and could imagine what the weather was like outside. May as well try my strength out. I have been just exercising since being locked up. "If you see guards, attack…unless you want to end up locked up again. Also, if everyone else doesn’t help with this door, we may as well take a seat," she said.

“Three…two…” she paused as she braced herself for what she was about to do, “One!” She flung herself forward to push door. Flame just hoped the others went to do the same. She didn’t really feel like getting jerked back, especially if the man next to her stayed still. Maybe she’d burn his face off if he decided to stay in his spot.