Welcome to the Empire City, [CHASETON âCHESSâ KASS]. We hope you are finding everything okay because we know that this city can be difficult to explore. We heard that you are a/an [THIRTY ONE] year old who is a/an [POLICE OFFICER/BAR OWNER] and identifies as [HE/HIM], is that true? If so it totally makes sense since people would associate [INTRO III BY NF] with you. Youâve been here since [10 YEARS] and nobody has told you that you look exactly like [CHRIS WOOD]?!
(tw: murder, death, drugs, mental disorder)
History;;
Chaseton is the second born to a set of twins, his brother, Crofton, was older by 13 minutes exactly.
Unfortunately home was rough, his dad was a dealer and his mom was honestly just some girl who never left. They were never in love.
Around ten months later he got another brother, half brother, Theodore.
Unfortunately at the same time as gaining a little brother they lost their mom.
At a young age him and his brother, Crofton, did everything for themselves, got themselves to school and kept up appearances.
His little brother, Theo, came only over when his dad brought him over to buy from Chessâ dad.Â
When Miles lost Theo they did their best to stay in touch, no one else really understood their situation like these three.
His brother, Crofton had a slew of mental health issues that he hid very well, so well in fact that his dad didnât even know.Â
Crofton would self medicate, smoking, shooting up, and snorting anything to make it go away, and because Chaseton and him were so close he definitely followed his brother down the rabbit hole.
They were sixteen when they ran away from home, living on the streets, it wasnât long before gang life found them. They became drug traffickers for some very bad and scary people, but of course, Chaseton being the terribly cocky individual he was, though he could get away with shorting his bossâ by stealing some of they money he earned them as well as drugs here and there.
They managed to get away with it for almost a year before they found out. Crofton and Chaseton were staying in a motel when their place was raided, Chaseton was out running some errands when they raided, he walked in right as his brother was shot.Â
They gave him a week to get all their money back, so he did the only thing he could do, he ran off.
Eventually he got arrested for dealing at twenty one, but instead of putting him away they found value in him.
He was offered the position of an undercover cop. They gave him an apartment above a bar, gave him the bar and after that it was his job to report any nefarious actions to take down drug dealer in the city.
Despite it being his job to stop these people he more found it a hall pass to do what he wanted, as long as he checked in and gave up names every now and again, they left him alone.
Headcanons;;
Heâs Bisexual
small big, substance issue
Sarcastic and witty
Growing up Chaseton was diagnosed with bipolar disorder coupled with hypomania.
He has high highs and very low lows, sometimes going into these dark depressions where he falls off the grid for weeks at a time, held up in his house, alone, trying to forget all the horrible things of his past.
Because off all this, Chaseton is terrified of being alone, he knows that everyone will leave him, so he tries to keep everyone close, but not too close in fear of them finding out all his secrets. Heâs an odd person, who makes a game out of almost everything in life, never letting anything get too serious. And even though he loves hard, you will almost never be able to tell that he does.
There was days that he really didnât like his job and what he did. That it could get annoying and just the same old thing over and over again. But there was times he did enjoy it, when he could make a person smile and feel better. the days he had helped someone get their smile fixed after years of having one they hate he loved. But today was more annoyed at the same check ups and fillings.
He was done for the day so he had on his scrub top still with jacket over it but normal black slacks. He was just far enough to see it all happen, the car race by the splash the loss of the soup. âShit manâ he walked up behind him and got into his bag he had few paper towels, he always had for his kid. âBest I gotâ he chuckled. âBut sucks that happened to your soup you cant go back from thatâ you could clean up your face but not crap from your food.Â
âGod!â he continued to curse, only half noticing someone had approached him âthat fucker is so lucky he was in a car I would have dropped his assâ he flipped off the air in the direction the car had gone. Finally Chess noticed the other and allowed himself to immediately calm down, plastering a smile on his face instead. âItâs okayâ he took the paper towels and wiped his face off a bit âI actually live across the street so I can clean up fastâ he pointed towards the bar across the street.
Chess was locking up the bar for a lunch break, the place wasnât exactly poppin midday on a tuesday so he could get away with it. He made his way across the street to this little deli he enjoyed grabbing french onion soup, he basically lived off of it.
Unfortunately the place was so small there was no tables and he sat on the curb outside the building, watching the cars whizz past as he ate his soup. He wasnât paying much attention when a car drove by too fast in a puddle and completely drenched him, but worse, ruining his soup. âOh what the fuck!â he groaned and angerly tossed his soup on the sidewalk âmy fucking soup! asshole!â he cursed at the car that was long gone.
