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[CHANCE ALEC TYRELL]

CHANCE ALEC TYRELL

- - -you're a million ways to be cruel - - -[/center]

ALIAS

Dice, Chancey

AGE

Twenty

HERITAGE

English

CLASSIFICATION

Demigod

ORIGIN

Manchester, England

SEXUALITY

Heterosexual

MAJOR/MINOR

Major in Psychology, Minor in Pharmacology

OCCUPATION

Part-Time Nursing Assistant

- - - tomorrow is a day away - - -

PLAY BY

Chace Crawford

HAIR COLOR/STYLE

Chance’s hair is a happy medium between brown and black, often falling in the middle ground of simple ‘brown’. He would like to say he was the type of guy that paid attention to his hair (and appearance in general) however his hair often cooperates straight out of bed, requiring little to no fuss. He keeps it fairly short, often only allowing a small amount of bang brush his forehead when it comes to length.

EYE COLOR

Chance’s eyes take on a blue-silver color, almost able to be described as a light slate. Both piercing and easy to fall into, however incredibly difficult to read. They give away nothing, stuck in perpetual calm.

BODY TYPE

Chance is incredibly average. Lean, and somewhat lacking in the obvious muscle department. His body alone would be easily forgotten, nothing too memorable about it in the long run. The playing of rough sports in his youth left him with a few battlescars here and there, the most noticeable being a remnant from a shattered hand that left his ring and pinky finger on his left hand imperfect. He clocks in around 5’9 and 160pounds.

FACIAL FEATURES

His face is where Chance becomes memorable, it being really the only thing going for him. Long, thin eyebrows frame small, shallow-set eyes surrounded by long lashes. Accompanied by a average sized nose, slightly bumped in a place where one might assume it’d been broken at one point, meeting thin lips that with a smile sport small dimples on his cheeks. Supported by a strong jaw line, one that frequents with a days growth of hair. His is a face to dream about – one that he’s likely to make sure you do.

CLOTHING STYLE

Chance can be what people would consider lazy when it comes to his style, in any and all situations when its allowed he’s far more likely to sport pajama bottoms and various graphic or plain tees. However, when needed he can dress it up to casual but classic sweaters, button-up shirts and often jeans. On the rare occasion, however, he can clean up nicely – right down the cufflinks. Those who have seen him this way know that it is merely out of laziness, not lack of understanding, that he doesn’t always look the most put together.

- - - and yesterday was gone too fast - - -

LIKES

• icecream
• acoustic music
• company
• sleeping
• lazy days
• complex puzzles
• clever books
• flying

DISLIKES

• large crowds
• cats
• being cold
• busy mornings
• labels
• large egos

ADVANTAGES

kind – Not easy to get on his bad side, Chance gains many a friend with his gentle nature
likeable – there’s just something about him
dreamer – often has his head in the clouds, leaving him unbothered by most of the society around him. This leaves little room to be annoyed or disappointed.
strong-willed – once Chance has settled his mind on something, you won’t steer him otherwise.

DISADVANTAGES

weaknesses, personality only, at least four.
optimistic – Chance sometimes focuses too much on thin silver linings, it tends to lead him into trouble now and then
cold – because he often shows little to no emotion, people tend to get the feeling he’s cold sometimes. Contradictory to his kindness, it causes great debates on his character.
stubborn – Chance is very quick to only see one side of things, his side, which due to his other outlooks on life is quite often wrong. He won’t admit it, and although he’s not prideful, he’ll simply ignore things otherwise.
serious – Chance sometimes has trouble seeing the funny side of things, and although he by no means is a depressing sort of guy, humor is often lost on him.
lazy – Chance has often been labeled as such due to his difficulty getting motivated. He is by far busier at night, but even then his progress can be considered below average on most cases.

PERSONALITY

If it weren’t for his looks, in most cases Chance would blend right into the background, his sometimes over-the-top and out-of-the-way kindness being something that many can pass off as just a friendly gesture between strangers. He’s calm, collected, and has an air about him that seems to draw people in for another taste.
It’s those second and third tastes that tend to allow people a deeper look at the twenty one year old, and sometimes it isn’t always for the better. Chance seems to always have his head a bit in the clouds, focusing on ‘what ifs’ and ‘I wonders’ more than cold hard facts that are placed in front of him, and although in small doses people can enjoy his optimistic and sometimes bubbly demeanor, he isn’t always the best of friends to have around in a crisis. Sure, he can keep his feet on the ground and won’t easily be worked up about something – not outwardly, anyway – but most humans tend to require some sort of feedback, and he isn’t the feedback kind of guy. His eyes will give away nothing, and since its been said that the eyes are the gateway to the soul, people tend to pass him off as cold: that kindness being nothing more then an act to not come off as a complete asshole.

However, that really isn’t the case. He’s simply found that in life things are easier if you don’t give it away so easily. His compassion and sympathy are still very much intact, and although it may take a special sort of someone to understand that’s really whats going on, he doesn’t get hurt feelings about it. His deep curiosity has him busy, and paired with a lack of motivation he really can’t complain if he doesn’t have crowds of people breaking down his door for his attention. Much preferring quiet nights with a close few - or the least amount of people as possible, really.

Some may refer to him as the mysterious type, and although he by no means feels the need to prove them wrong it isn’t that he won’t allow himself to get close enough to people to trust them with his life story, if the setting permits. He is by no means the anti-social type, but merely has troubles with some social norms instead. Certain – or most – types of humor are lost on him, and once he’s got his mind set on something he’ll do little else but that. This sometimes makes him difficult to be around.

All around, it would seem that Chance is more the type of person you simply want to keep in acquaintance, things getting evermore complicated the longer you spend with him. Walls and puzzles having to be broken down at each turn. The good news is, however, it just well may be worth it.

- - - you wonder what the future will bring - - -

MOTHER

Ebony Jane Tyrell – 42 – retired teacher / substitute

OLYMPIAN FATHER

Hypnos

SIBLINGS

None

PET

None

WEALTH STATUS

Lower-Middle Class

HISTORY

For Ebony and Hypnos, love at first sight would be a fairytale mocked and laughed at. It wasn’t easy for Ebony in any degree of the term, and for Hypnos well – one would never know how things turn for the God’s. Perhaps he was trying to help, or perhaps it was a cruel joke. One way or another, the one thing that could be solidly said is that at least it wasn’t a one-night stand.

In fact, it was many nights. Far many more then Ebony would ever realize. Her relationship with Hypnos starting long before she even officially met the god. In her nineteenth year, Ebony was diagnosed with cancer, a disease she would later be able to say she conquered, but one that had left her with many nights crying in her bed, many more restless on hospital gurneys. It was about this time that Hypnos stepped in, maybe taking pity on the woman who had once been so beautiful, now slowly slipping into despair. Her looks diminishing not only from treatment and stress, but from the weeks without decent sleep playing clearly on her face in the form of dark circles.

Suddenly, and almost miraculously, Ebony was sleeping again. Deep, wonderful sleeps with incredible, vivid dreams. Each dream holding the same theme: a peaceful meeting with a man with near-white eyes, brown hair, soft pale skin. The man was always the same, and each and every time only a few words were said between the two of them. Ebony would begin to write about the man in her journals, sketch him on any pieces of paper she could find. Soon he took over both her nighttime and daytime thoughts – and when she spoke of him, everyone would simply smile and nod politely. Let her have her dreams, they would whisper to each other, she needs them.

Ebony had come to the same conclusion eventually, that she was merely going insane, that it was perhaps the drugs from treatment – that whoever she was dreaming about was simply that: a dream. One can only imagine her surprise when the same man showed up at her bedside, brushing the hair from her face like they’d known each other for years: and although it hadn’t been quite years, it was long enough that Ebony simply accepted it. No questions asked.

And it was perhaps because she was so easy to accept the arrival of this dream man that he stuck around for the length of time he did. Sure, he’d take off for a few days at a time, but he’d always been in her dreams, and she never felt lonely. She still wouldn’t ask questions 4 months later when he informed her that they wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore, she just accepted that as well. And when she went to ask how she would ever deal with her loneliness again, he simply patted her stomach and went on his way.

So of course, when Ebony was blessed with the news of a child, she simply accepted that as well. She could handle herself, and especially now that she had survived her cancer she felt rather like she should’ve been taking on the world face first. So Chance was born to a single mother, and would continue to be raised by a single mother all his life. No other men paid Ebony visits, and she seemed rather content with that fact.

And because no other men came by, no other children were born: Chance was raised as a single child, and he didn’t mind it, in all honesty. He got plenty of attention, and plenty of alone time. He took advanced classes, was labeled as ‘gifted’, and enjoyed a life centered around learning, eating properly, structured play visits, and eventually sports. From a young age he excelled with his agility, and took up various sports at various ages, throwing himself completely into the thrill of the game while still keeping his head about him. His coaches were always impressed with his good sportsmanship and ability to keep his grades up. All around, Chance was normal – and succeeding, what more could any parent want?

Of course, in no way were things allowed to stay that simple. Not in this life or the next, and certainly not for a demigod. It’s something Chance would prefer to forget about – something his mother told him to, as well. Afterall, what he thought happened that afternoon by no means did, right? He would see various doctors about the ordeal for the months following, each and every one of them labeling him as traumatized; most likely from being hit so hard. That some rest and a break from sports would be all he needed to get things back on course and normal once more. Chance knew differently, but kept his mouth shut. However, dreams of when the only time he lost his temper he was suddenly flying in response would haunt him. He tried to explain – it was only for a moment, but the intense need to keep flapping, the earth below him, the loss of his breath and waves of nausea once he hit the ground again were very much there.

And that was sign one: he’d shifted during a football match. Following was his inability to impress his teachers anymore, and many nights where he was unable to be woken: nightmares of him living in others peoples dreams keeping him in deep slumber, and then restless when he finally woke up. He was losing himself, and was all too happy to agree to look into the offer the Thaedeus pamphlet provided. Any change to his life was a welcoming one, perhaps the excitement of leaving the country would allow him to sleep again – or at least, that’s what he told himself.

His time at the school seems more like a blurr then anything: struggling to keep up with schooling in order to earn a scholarship, to have some sort of social interaction, but most of all to accept the fact that his father was a god and his mother failed to notice anything out of the ordinary. And when they explained why he was having the symptoms he was, why he could do the things he could – he sat their quietly, calm, afraid of his outbursts now that he knew what they meant. Despite being around others that understood, it was still all to foreign.

But he enjoyed his years well enough, keeping an open mind when it came to demigods and unnaturals alike, practicing his skills when permission was given – and even sometimes when it wasn’t. Summers wouldn’t yield anything different, and it’s been years since he’s seen England. Homesickness settles in every now and again, but he’s since taken up a part time job at a hospital as a nurse assistant: using his abilities everywhere he can to help the ill get much needed peace with their rest. The medical field is where he hopes to keep his path heading towards, and with the amount of work that requires he has little time for much else.

- - - as you worry about the sins of your past - - -

OOC ALIAS

Kare

EXPERIENCE

About six-eight years, off and on.

OTHER CHARACTERS

None. :3