Lucas [Luke] Chase Krelling.

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Name: Krelling, Lucas Chase
Nickname: Luke and only Luke. He allows those close to him to call him Chase.
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen Years
Birthdate: June 12, 1991
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance: The boy is what you would call . . . sublime. He seems to be a heartthrob amongst the ladies, and acts so. You'll usually spot the boy walking around in something usually of Adidas' brand of sports shirt. His torso, which most girls want off, is usually blanketed by a button-down shirt or the latest tee from Abercrombie & Fitch or another brand like Aeropostale or Hollister. Wrapped around those beautiful runners' legs are skinny jeans that roll down, and at about the calf, move out to a boot cut for those cowboy boots. A Burberry scarf is around his neck on those horridly cold winter days. Sperry Top Siders were local residents when he wasn't in his boots. His body, as explained before, is rather tall and lanky--perfect for running, swimming, or perhaps horse back riding. His beautiful locks are a splendid color like black coffee, though lighten to a dark, brown/blonde-tinted blonde in the summer, around July to August, before fading back to its normal hue. His soft eyes twinkle with an ultramarine color, seducing any girls that are easy or hard to get. Watch boys--here come the next Brad Pitt.
Personality: Well, if you could open Luck up like a book and read him, the text would be somewhat like this: Sweet and romantic. He honestly doesn't give a piece of crap for anyone that likes to bring up drama and nuts. He's very social, and loves to be with his friends. He's only here because... his parents made him come. He doesn't care too much for the very *friendly* personality girls that think they can make themselves look better than makeup. He's here for the straight out truth, but little white lies never hurt anyone, right? He'd much rather have his ass in the saddle than nose in a book--who needed school? Luck is very easy to come by once you get to know him, yet quiet at first. Shy he is, but as stated above, he's very social in his own little "clique." He has no need to want or be popular, only because the drama and such can take you to horrible places in your life once it progresses.
Though he finds no interest in becoming part of the popular group, he does admire being high-up in power. He's quite cocky once he gets to know people, and quite the master at perverse humor. He's been called gay, a pansy, and much worse things? Who liked to be called an ass-fucker? The boy would only run a hand through his silken hair and roll his aqua eyes. Why did your sexual orientation matter, anywho? As stated earlier, he's very sensitive to romance, and would do anything to keep a relationship strong; Luke attaches easily, and only wishes to curl up and die when such a fabulous one ends. Get a life and learn to love, people.
History: Luke grew up, and has been growing up in the marvelous Touchstone Estates since he could remember. His family was what you would describe as "perfect," or perhaps, too perfect. Smiles and that old fashioned mother, Anne, who cooked meals that your grandmother would be jealous of. Annoyed with his two ten year old twin sisters, Liza and Libby. His father that could live upon Monday night football and a coke in each hand, not afraid to go drive out to the lease with Labs and a gun every now and then. Of course, these things never really got to poor Nick. He's lived that every average boy life. Eat. Sleep. Go to School. Go to Church on Sundays. Only thing he's really been damned with were those ferocious smelling beasts, horses. He's usually up in his room with his guitar if not out on the sidewalk walking with his beloved Airdale Terrier, Mitchie. Thirteen year old Luke was sent to an equine boarding school to learn how to bond more with the horses his family lines have grown up raising. Why him, oh why him?
After six semesters, his bond with equines had grown immense, and could not be separated from his beloved mare, a dashing grullo tobiano named Kissing Sky. Flying back out to the boarding school after summer vacation at home, the plane had crashed--what the hell was supposed to happen now?
Items: Journal that lacks a pen & a sheet of tarp [don't ask for him to explain].
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