RYAN CHASE

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Age: Nineteen
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Ryan Chase
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Katherine Moennig

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties:

“I’m not really pretty, but, honestly, I’ve never wanted to be. I mean… Okay, I guess every girl at some point wants to be the pretty girl, but that was never me. I was totally okay with how I’ve always looked. I never wanted to be like Marilyn or… any other ‘typical’ beauty. I dunno, man, my parents always just taught me that everyone’s beautiful in their own particular way. So, I never looked at my normal-looking face and went, ‘Damn. I hate myself for not having blonde hair and blue eyes.’ I just saw what I was supposed to see – hazel eyes and… I dunno. I have no real idea how I’m supposed to classify my facial features, or how they really make me different from anyone else. I have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two ears – whether they’re bigger or smaller than normal totally depends on your definition of normal, and… yeah. I’m not really pretty, but I’m not really ugly. I don’t believe in make-up, and I style my hair really simply. Occasionally I’ll put in some effort, but… eh, it has to be something special or I have to be with someone who is important to me, and even then… I can’t really, like – I dunno. If I get dressed up for you, know you’re pretty fucking special.”

Ryan has very simplistic tastes. She has had the same hair-cut since she first started cutting her own hair. She doesn’t wear make-up, though she has been known to occasionally wear black eyeliner when she’s feeling particularly… optimistic, perhaps is the best word to use. Despite her own modesty, Ryan is very attractive. She does have hazel eyes that are constantly alit with mirth, as she is constantly joking around. Though she does have a nice smile – braces were something she dreaded at the time, but doesn’t mind reaping the benefits of it now – her face is usually serious most of the time. “Dead pan Ryan” was what her mother used to call her; her thin lips were so often set in a frown that it was often hard to get her to smile. The rest of her features were also rather stoic; her jaw was always clenched, making her small chin look so much more severe. Her serious demeanor has lightened up over the years, and smiles have been known to stretch across her face, causing her cheeks to rise. Her long nose often crinkles up in laughter now. On a much less serious note, Ryan also has the ability to wiggle her own ears.

Physique:

”So, despite not caring so much about my face, I do take a lot of great care in my body. I enjoy working out -- playing sports has always been my thing. Soccer, basketball, softball – anything that was remotely physically stimulating, and I’ve at least tried it once. I do take a lot of care of the things I put in my body… well, at least what I eat. After coming to Hogwarts and getting away from my sports life, I’ve taken up some habits that I’m not necessarily proud of. I’m still have my same great physique – my abs are one thing I’m particularly proud of, sure, but what else I’ve done to it, well… my mother wouldn’t be so happy. Haha, but my tattoos? Yeah, those are some of my favorite things I’ve drunkenly done over the years, though, I will admit some of them were sober. The better looking ones, actually. My clothing choices, ah, those are also questionable by my mother – but, let’s just say, you’ll never fucking find me in a dress. Quite the opposite, actually. Jeans and t-shirts are my favorite, and I’ve been known to wear the occasional tie. My mother says I’m just a feminist. I just find them more comfortable.”

It’s true; Ryan has a very muscular body. She does take great pride in taking care of herself through physical exercise and a balanced diet, though there are many – including her parents – who argue that she’s absolutely refuting it with her smoking and drinking habits. Despite the occasional partying binge, Ryan’s body has maintained form. She has long, lean, muscular legs and arms, a flat stomach and a flatter chest. She has decorated herself with tattoos, totaling in seven overall from places all over her body, though most are focused on her arms and wrists. Her clothing choices are just that – hers. She wears what is comfortable, what is clean, and what she likes. What is fashionable or stereotypical is beyond her, along with most things frilly and pink and… girly. It’s not that she doesn’t think they’re pretty, but just that they’re… not her. And if she hates anything, its something that’s fake – including people.

Wand Type: 12’’, Holly Wood with a Unicorn Tail Hair core.
Wand Expertise: Charms.
Patronus: A turtle.
Boggart: Herself in a dress. No, seriously.

Personality:

“God, I hate shit like this, to be honest. I mean, I hate having to – like, I dunno. Categorize myself. It feels so constraining, y’know? I’m just who I am, and if you have a problem with it, it’s just that – it’s your fucking problem, not mine. I don’t give a fuck what you think, really. I honest-to-God don’t. I’m going to keep being me, and those who don’t care are the ones I’ll be spending my time with. And the ones who care too much about me and who I am? Those’re the ones I’ll be ignoring while I continue living my life. Call me a bitch – I don’t care.”

It’s true. Ryan really does have a devil-may-care attitude. She does what she wants and doesn’t really care what the consequences are. Unfortunately, she never really factors in the people she hurts along the way, though will staunchly defend herself by saying that it was completely unintentional. She doesn’t go out of her way to hurt someone, but, in the same vein, she doesn’t go out of her way not to, either. She really just does exactly what she says she does – she lives her life, and doesn’t care what happens along the way. She sees it all as just a part of the experience of living. Pain is just another step along the path. She would rather just choose not to dwell on it. Which is a reason why she just doesn’t understand stupid things like angst or drama. In her mind, those things are really just gratuitous – entirely unnecessary things that teenage girls cling to in hopes of more attention being paid to them. She doesn’t need attention. She’s confident enough within herself not to need it. Though there are some that say she’s too confident, she really isn’t sure if there is such a thing.

“God – you know something else I don’t fucking understand? Girls. Just – in general, I don’t fucking get them. They’re so fucking complicated and whiny and… just messy. Messy – that’s, like, the best word you could ever use to describe a girl. Just a mess of emotions and needs and wants and a lot of other things that just… complicate your life. Girls complicate life for no fucking reason other than that they can to begin with. It’s – fuck, man, it’s just stupid. I guess you could say that’s why I spend most of my time with guys, and, sure, that makes sense, if you really need a specific excuse as to why I do that. Personally, I just find them less complicated. Not less interesting, mind you. Just… neater.”

Ryan’s always been a tomboy. Part of the reason is due to the fact that her parents had wanted a boy. It wasn’t that they particularly forced her into sports, but they certainly didn’t discourage her when she picked up her first baseball at the tender age of one. From then on, most of Ryan’s friends were guys. She was always sneaking out late at night to go toilet-paper houses with them, pulling pranks and other things that had always been deemed “guy” things. Still, she has maintained some sort of femininity. As stated, she’s been known to occasionally put on some make-up. She does have a sort of an obsession with how her hair looks, the only real vanity she possesses. She doesn’t ever get overtly emotional, but things do get to her occasionally. She’s just learned to deal with them on her own instead of making a big deal out of them. A tomboy at heart with the occasional girly moment, Ryan doesn’t necessarily understand other girls. She doesn’t entirely alienate herself from them – quite the opposite. She will socialize with other girls, talking to them, hanging out with them occasionally – and when she got sick of the “messiness”, she’d just go back to her guy friends. “Female rehab” she calls it with a chuckle.

“I don’t have a lot of friends, yeah, I’ll admit that. But the ones that I do have? I’m loyal to a fault. I’m the kind of person who would jump in front of a curse for you. I’d give you the shirt off my back. I dunno, man. I might not trust you right off the bat, but if we ever get close, I’ll keep you close. But we do have to get to the whole ‘close’ thing first. Which, from experience? Is hard to do with my, uh, personality. And ego. And, yeah. I can admit that.”

Loyal and egotistical. Not usually words that go hand-in-hand with each other, but they do when it comes to Ryan. Her few friends are people she considers near-family. She is not joking; she would jump in front a curse for any of them. The only time Ryan will ever really, really get upset over anything is when it comes to her friends. It’s the only time she’ll cause serious amounts of trouble. The ego has absolutely nothing to do with her loyalty, but sort of everything to do with her friends. For one thing, she can’t help it. Her finesse in sports and her sexual popularity has led her head to get to be quite big. Usually, she isn’t obnoxious about it. Usually. If she wins? Expect a lot of gloating… for a while. But in normal day-to-day conversation? She usually reserves it for only special occasions. She won’t dig for compliments, but she’ll definitely brighten up whenever she hears one. She can make it seem like she’s kidding, but… she usually isn’t.

She honestly does think that highly of herself.

“Wanna hear something incredibly hilarious? People legitimately – completely and totally seriously – think I’m a slut. I don’t get it. I really fucking don’t. Yes. I flirt with a lot of people; it doesn’t mean I like them all. Yes. I make out with a lot o people; it doesn’t mean I’m sleeping with them all. The people I do sleep with are special – it’s not just anybody. I can’t necessarily say that I have to love a person to sleep with them, but I definitely don’t just give it up to anyone who’s willing. I have respect for myself, and that’s what is important. You have to love and respect yourself. Fuck everyone else. It’s why I can laugh at these slut, ah – ‘allegations’. Haha. Yeah, allegations. Definitely not true. I’m having fun. Don’t be jealous.”

Ryan is promiscuous, to be sure, but she doesn’t see it quite like that. She does develop relationships with these people, no matter how brief or otherwise inconsequential they may seem. She doesn’t like the idea of having sex just to have sex. She will make out just to make out. She will flirt just to flirt, but anything more than that is much more important to her. It can also be noted that she’s not the best at keeping steady, meaningful relationships. Not because of some weird incapability to love or insecurities or anything like that. She wants to do what she says – she wants to have fun. Occasionally, she’s been able to have a relationship, but those relationships are few and far between. Those particular people have always been especially important to her. Unfortunately, she has a habit of unintentionally mucking it up. Though, she never remains down about a broken heart for too long. She’s usually back to her old tricks in a couple days.

Some chalk it up immediately to her “lack of caring” attitude. Most of it, though, is just how she was raised. Because her parents wanted a boy so badly and Ryan had already developed an affectation for sports, they sort of… squashed the idea of her being a totally girly-girl, including the expression of emotions. She doesn’t cry often, she knows how to control herself when she’s angry, and she doesn’t get really, really happen often. She constantly straddles the line between it all, remaining neutral. It’s just how she was taught, and that’s how she’s remained. So, even if she’s completely heartbroken, no one would ever know. She would be hurting, but she just would never show it.

“Answer the obvious question? I’ll give you an obvious answer. Fuck. You.”

Between her affection for sports, her clothing choices, and her haircut, Ryan often gets asked the “obvious” question. Her devil-may-care attitude paired with her promiscuity – with both sexes – don’t help matters much. The former, however, usually keeps her from answering the same obvious question. She usually just automatically ignores anyone who asks her, and will continue to ignore them. Honestly? There’s no going back after that one. The fact that someone even has to ask frustrates her, in addition to the fact that someone else believes it to be their business. It’s not.

“And, no. I’m not going to fucking tell you.”

Likes:
+ Beaches and surfing.
+ Sports in general – particularly Quidditch. It’s a new-found love of hers after discovering she was a witch.
+ Chocolate – just because she’s a tomboy does not mean all female stereotypes escape her.
+ Nature.
+ Drinking, cigarettes, and other such drugs. She does not discriminate against a good fucking time.
+ Swearing.
+ Partying, and the over nights that follow.
+ Working out.
+ Girls.
+ Boys. Yeah. Like we were going to actually answer that question.
Dislikes:
– Boys.
– Girls. Still not answering.
– Conflict. She prefers to remain chill about everything.
– People fucking with her friends.
– Coming down from being high. It’s not as much fun.
– Getting winded from working out. She would quit smoking, but she enjoys it too much. The side-effects? Not so much.
– Losing.
– Drama.

History:
The Chases had always been a pureblood American family, though an unfortunate one at that. All of the fathers had been only sons, only ever having only sons, who continued the chain all the way down to Eric Chase. He married his magical school sweetheart, Naomi Evangelista, and they spent their first few years of marital bliss trying desperately hard for a baby. It seemed like an impossible task, but eventually Naomi became pregnant. She was told that this could possibly be her only baby. “As if there wasn’t enough pressure,” she had lamented to her husband, who had attempted to be as supportive as he could. Still, the pressure was now undeniable. Eric doted upon his lovely wife, trying to keep her as comfortable and happy as he could in their tiny little apartment in the East Village of Manhattan. His parents had promised them a lot more financial support if they were granted a grandson. Someone to carry on the Chase family name. As much as he knew that the extra money would be helpful, the additional pressure was unnecessary. Ever the optimist, however, Naomi reassured him that she was very, very certain that she was carrying a boy. So certain that they even had a name picked out when Naomi was admitted into the hospital – Ryan Anthony Chase. Their “Little King”.

Unfortunately, fourteen hours of labor later, they were greeted with quite the surprise – a little girl. Slightly devastated by the news, they were unable to even come up with another name for their girl. Ryan Evangelista Chase was born on a rainy April morning. It was a bittersweet ending to nine months of uncertainty. Sweet because Ryan was a healthy, normal baby girl. Bitter because of all the additional fall out. Eric’s family did not give them the financial support they had been hoping for, and their disappointment made it incredibly difficult to maintain the close relationship they once had with their only son. Still, they doted upon their daughter as much as they could. Still, the male-mentality was hard to keep out of their parenting techniques.

Still, as Ryan grew up, her childhood was pretty great. The Chase family slowly accepted their amazing little girl, particularly when her tomboyish tendencies first appeared. She always wanted her hair cut short. She was always running to keep up with the boys – and would never take no for an answer, particularly when it came to sports. As she grew up and became more proficient in baseball and football and soccer, the boys started to get over the “cooties” discussion, instead they often fought to pick her first on their team. All the while, her father was teaching her all she would need to know when she finally did get her Hogwarts letter. He wanted her to be top of her class, the best witch of her year. If he couldn’t give his parents the boy they desired, he’d give them the best daughter he could. Her mother was a little bit more difficult while they were growing up; it was hard to not be upset when Ryan would pick pants over dresses and sneakers over heels. Eric might have gotten the son he wanted, but Naomi was missing the daughter she received. Still, as time grew on, she grew to love her daughter for her individuality.

Still, the atmosphere was slightly suffocating in nature. The constant pestering from her father to study spells and potions and constantly watch his demonstrations to the pressure from her mother to do things like go shopping on Fifth Avenue weighed down on Ryan. She wanted to spend her time with her other friends at Central Park, but her parents wouldn’t even let her ride the subway alone. She just hoped things would change when she finally would go to Hogwarts; they got so much worse about it after she finally got her letter. They even flew to London with her – forgoing the much easier routes of travel to use the time to study more on the plane over – to drop her off at King’s Cross.

And as soon as she got on that train?

That’s when the trouble started.

Now, that’s not to say that Ryan immediately got into trouble the moment she entered Hogwarts’ large, oak doors. In fact, she applied plenty of the practices her parents had instilled in her. She started doing well in her classes, never skipping a single one, and she paid particular attention to flying classes. Quidditch fascinated her early on. Unfortunately, so did the after-game parties.

… that’s when the trouble really started.

Bad habits were formed. An affection for smoking, drinking, drugs, and making out was soon born. She was… thirteen when it all started, with a cigarette in one hand, a butterbeer in the other, a girl in her lap, and a tongue down her throat. Two minutes later, she had dropped the cigarette and butterbeer, abandoned the girl for a guy, and was never looking back. The next morning, there were rumors abound. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to care about it at all. Instead, she just shrugged it off as the products of a good time. From then on, she stopped keeping a tally of the guys and girls. She let go of all the constraints of her pureblood family and totally embraced the attitude that had surrounded her in her Manhattan home. It had always been funny growing up; her parents so strict while everyone else was so carefree and peaceful. Now, she could finally start living her life the way she wanted to, and not the way she was told.

“And it was about fucking time.”

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