Post by Chasin Harthour on Jan 13, 2013 14:35:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;] Chasin Andrew Harthour Age: Nineteen (19) Birthday: May 15th Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight District: The Capitol Occupation: President of Panem Family: Arthur Quincey Harthour and Felicity Ashley Harthour (Both Alive) Pets: None Likes: The Hunger Games Being a figure of authority People's reactions to him Capitol citizens Manipulating others Having everyone wrapped around his little finger Being the center of attention Dislikes: When his authority/power is provoked Those who take his "property" from him When he can't charm another easily When he's ignored Those who disrespect him Strengths: His power over his people He's a great fighter with whatever weapon he gets his hands on or without a weapon Protective of the things/people he loves He's always calm, cool, and collected Can't easily be offended Weaknesses: Personality: Many people can call Chasin a villain, a man of cruel ideas, but that would be a big, fat, lie. Sure, Chasin is a bit confident in himself but he's also highly aware of his weaknesses and doesn't try to flaunt his power unless necessary. He holds everyone in mutual respect unless they show him differently and honestly doesn't do anything of horrible actions. Except for the Games. Those district citizens who meet the President of Panem would think he's probably the best President Panem has had so far and would invest their trust into him until they hear him talk of the Games. It's almost as if he's a different man, he's dead sent on blood and death in the Games and loves it greatly, talking about it as if it were the best thing that's ever been invented. Although, there is a part of him who finds it cruel but rarely does anyone ever see it, rarely does even Chasin see it. In all honesty, Chasin is confused about everything. How was he supposed to rule his citizens if some said one thing and a group said another? Why was he supposed to play favorites with the Capitol? Why did he have to lure in innocents to get killed and plan their death? And most of all, why did he clearly love it? Even though Chasin never shows how confused and helpless he is, he might one day cave and open up but until then, the President remains as stoic as ever. Appearance: Chasin, ever since he was born, was a handsome child with golden locks and shining blue eyes that sparkled slightly when he was happy or darkened when he was angry. Nevertheless, Chasin is a very handsome man and, quite frankly, has used it to his advantage. Convincing women to report to him of any actions that disobeyed his laws with just one wink was easy and actually amusing to Chasin. Clothes wise, Chasin is always seen in something formal, a suit and some freshly polished shoes. As the president, he was expected to be a figure of complete formality and responsibility and has never shown any protests against showing this in his attire. History: The President of Panem isn't decided through family, it's decided through choice of the former President. And before the whole President fiasco, Chasin used to be a boy called Andrew Rief, son of Analissa May Adams and Roger James Rief who lived in the ever so famous Capitol. Chasin would never watch the Hunger Games, they were too gruesome but every night he could still hear his parents uproarious laughter. Confused and sympathetic of the Districts, he vowed he'd find a way to help. So he decided he'd become President, he could change the actions of the Capitol, so that everyone could live in peace. For a long while, he tried to catch the President's attention, he became the top of his classes, a famous Peacekeeper, and so on. Nothing seemed to work. That is, until he accidentally killed a woman. He had been on patrol as a peacekeeper and seen a figure. He'd run over to it and saw a starving woman who looked up at him in fear. Chasin had knelt next to her, assured her he'd keep her safe. She'd been grateful, trusted him completely. Chasin, true to his word, started walking her to his house when eight other Peacekeepers came charging towards them. Alarmed, he'd fumbled with his gun and accidentally killed her while trying to shoot at the other Peacekeepers. Traumatized, Chasin locked himself in his room for weeks and tried to repeatedly hurt himself for killing another, living, breathing, human. That is, until, the President came by, said he was pleased that he'd taken a stand and shot the woman and wanted him to be the next president. Even as the President said this, Chasin saw the lie in his eyes and knew the president knew it was an accident. Then why appoint him president? The next year, he was made the new President and started to work on stopping the Games, the cruelty towards the Districts. That is, until many of his fellow co workers worked to convince him that the Games was the right thing. They fed him lies, told him that everyone came out alive, that is was all pretend. Every time after each Game, one co worker would drug him and easily make him believe no one died. So that was how he never stopped the Games. Still, he went on to help anyone in the Districts who was beaten by a Peacekeeper for stealing food or something. There was no way he could betray anyone like he had to the woman. Later, he changed his name to Chasin Andrew Harthour. RP example: ((ON ANOTHER SITE, Yes, Twilight, you got a problem with that?)) Jane heard the footsteps before she smelt the other vampire. It was rather curious as her smell was supposed to be better than her hearing. Nevertheless, a faint thud, thud sound echoed in her ears as she brushed off the remains of the boulder and stood, her cloak billowing about yet again and briefly, the young vampire wondered if she could just take it off but reminded herself that it was formal attire to be worn as a member of the Volturi so instead, she suffered the heat that it caused and the way it swooshed around her ankles, surely causing a future trip or something. Finally ignoring her cloak for a moment, Jane lifted her head to the sky and curiously furrowed her eyebrows with a slight sniff in the scent's general direction. Idly, her deft fingers played with her hair until, abruptly, her pale fingers clenched around a fistful as her blood red eyes narrowed. The smell of blood was strong on this vampire. A newborn, that was what she thought. Or maybe not. The best she could hope for was an experienced non-veggie vampire because newborns were the hardest to deal with even if they were also the easiest to recruit. Or maybe this vampire was a veggie. Then the blood might be of an animal. It was confusing as many humans scents were mingled with this vampire's and silently, Jane cursed herself for coming to a place where there were so many humans that could easily confuse her smell. Nevertheless, she worked around it skillfully like she always had to do in Italy and found that there was the distinct smell of blood but from human or animal, Jane had yet to figure out. Either way, Jane was on guard. With a soft growl, Jane shifted slightly into a defensive crouch but it almost seemed as if she hadn't moved at all but the changes were evident as the vampire came into view. The vampire was pale, like all of the vampiric race, and as he stepped into the sun, and without a cloak, his skin was vulnerable to the effects of the sun on vampires. The sun shone brighter ever so slightly and his skin sparkled like it was made of a thousand diamonds. Instead of gaping like a human would do, this just made Jane frown and glance around nervously. If a human were to see...Quickly, Jane threw the newcomer vampire a large cloak from which she had been given from Aro as a spare although it was way too large. The velvety red and black cloak landed on his head and Jane had to stifle her giggles, the only reason why she did was because she realized what she was wearing wasn't far from ridiculous being a velvet (And very itchy) dress of a gold waistband and her mandatory black cloak with her red eyes visible. She probably looked like a cosplay person or something. Realizing how stupid she was, Jane quickly shoved blue contacts on, it was the very least she could do to disguise herself. Hopefully, no human had seen. What would it matter anyway? They'd think she was a cosplay actress or something of those sorts. Studying the make vampire further warily, Jane found that he looked much older than her, around his mid-twenties, with crimson eyes also. A newborn, then? Growling, Jane strode toward him and shoved a pair of murky brown contacts into his hands. "Wear them, if not, I'll be forced to hurt you," She threatened, low and steady as she stared at the vampire under her long eyelashes with her own blue contacts, She hoped she looked threateningly enough as she didn't want the humans to have the slightest clue of vampires existence even though she'd already messed up earlier. If he was to go parading around with his red eyes in plain site, she's faint and the humans would still know of the vampires. It was always best to take precautions. "And put the cloak on, there's no where to hide from the sun now. I should have come at night. You should have come at night!" Thus Jane blamed it all on the supposed newborn vampire but then shook her head with an eye roll as she sighed. "Never mind. Would you spare a few minutes to talk, vampire?" She suggested as the wind blew in to make her cloak billow out as she paced the perimeter of the cliff almost irritably. And she tripped. She knew it was going to happen but she still was unprepared for the fall or the impact of her and the ground's meeting. The wind was blowing her face faintly and before she knew it, her face was pressed against the ground. Even though she was undoubtedly unhurt, she couldn't escape from being unfazed. It wasn't that it physically pained her, it was the concept of falling. It reminded her yet again of why she had come to the cliffs in the first place. In her years of being a vampire, many have tried and failed to make Jane meet the ground, to push her down, literally and metaphorically speaking. It had always resulted badly for the offenders but Bella Cullen, the plague, the bane, of Jane's existence had managed and the girl was just a human. Now, as her eyes stared at the ground, she realized that was where she had fallen. To the ground by the hand of Isabella Swan. Growling loudly, Jane pushed herself up and glared at the other vampire, daring him to comment when her brother's voice rang out. She should have sensed him, smelt him, but she was too lost in her thoughts and self pity. Disgustingly, Jane lectured herself and demanded for her head to come right back down from the clouds. Now, as her twin brother stood near, she could smell him. Rolling her eyes at Alec's comment, she responded coolly. "I am not hiding Alec. You can see me fine from where you are standing, yes?" She responded with a haughty flick of her hair while she put up her index finger to signal to the other male to wait one minute. "And why would I be hiding from those flea carrying mongrels anyway? Are you calling me a coward?" With narrowed eyes, Jane turned back to the male with a huff as she crossed her arms over her chest with an annoyed kind of mood to the simple action. "If I am to talk to you, or at least interrogate you, I must know your name," She pointed out and waited for his reply while shooting her brother sideways glances with raised eyebrows, like, "Really?". Other characters: None Alias: Elle |
