Jackson, Chase Michael

"I've been dying to get out... and that might be the death of me"

FULL NAME Chase Michael Jackson or Chay to some.

AGE. 26

OCCUPATION. Music Store Worker

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN. Aquarius

PERSONALITY TRAITS. kind, shy, gentle, skittish, loving.

HOMETOWN. Upton, Wyoming

FAMILY. Chase grew up with only his mother and his father. He was always closer to his mother for the obvious reason that his father was an abusive drunk that hit him whenever he got the chance to. Chase tended to stay away from him. His mother was who got him his first drum set to vent with. His father is the one still alive, however, while his mother isn't because his father went too far one night and killed her. Chase ran away after that and decided he needed to start his own life. He hasn't heard of or seen his father since.



OOC ALIAS. Destiny/Dest/Desty

GENDER. Female XD

OTHER CHARACTERS.noppeee

FACE CLAIM. Spencer Smith

My phone was sitting on the bedside table. It wasn't moving or flashing or anything which I had to admit surprised me and made me feel a little sad. I guess I thought my parents would have called by now even though I told them I would call them when I got settled in and stuff. I just didn't figure they'd actually listen to me. I was sitting on my bed, alone. I guess I didn't realize there wasn't any other boy borea and therefore no roommates for me to have. I didn't mind it, I supposed, but it kind of made me wanna ask if since I was gay, I couldn't room with Aine anyways. Oh well. I'd live...

I was looking through some of the books I had brought. Some that were my favorite, and some that my parents thought I should bring because they were educational and some might be in lessons or whatever. I brought them so my parents would stop nagging, and now I was separating them so I could put the ones I didn't want underneath my bed. My comic books were going to be sitting on my bedside table at all times basically.

I grabbed onto my necklace and let light shine into it so my scepter would grow. My parents told me I should at least bring it out every day at least once, so I guess today I'd just bring it out and set it on my bed. It was good enough. I went over to the television in the room, to which I had already hooked up my playstation 3 to and flipped it on just as I heard a knock at my door and then it open. When I heard the voice, I smiled. The nickname... well. It was nice. I really hadn't had friends before. "Caleb!"