Name:
Chase Van Alder
Age:
23
Gender:**
Male
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Physical Features and Characteristics: • Sandy blonde, tousled hair styled to look “accidentally perfect” • Flushed cheeks with a constant sun-kissed glow, like he just stepped off a yacht • Smooth, clear skin with the faintest hint of peach fuzz • Naturally pouty lips that somehow make him look both smug and indifferent • Broad yet lanky shoulders — athletic but from private trainers, not hard work • Smells faintly of overpriced cologne, sunscreen, and expensive bourbon
Family: • Father: Bennett Van Alder — billionaire hedge fund titan, rumored to own multiple politicians • Mother: Francine DuPont Van Alder — French socialite with royal pretensions • Older Brother: Miles Van Alder — the “serious” heir, running the family empire • Twin Sister: Chelsea Van Alder — influencer, life coach, and fake spiritualist with 20 million followers
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Hobbies: • Yachting and “accidental” partying in international waters • Crash-course polo, just for show • Collecting vintage cars he can’t drive properly • Hosting exclusive “Eyes Wide Shut”-esque parties in European castles • Playing the stock market like it’s a game, rarely understanding it — but always winning due to insider tips • Recording vapid podcasts on “success mindset”
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Backstory:
Chase Van Alder was the perpetual rich kid cliché, living off trust funds and family scandal. But in his arrogance, he got involved with a secret fraternity of ultra-elite youth who dabbled in “identity transcendence” — swapping bodies, personas, and fates for thrill.
During a ritual gone wrong, Chase’s soul was ripped from his body and sealed into a synthetic mask crafted from biotech polymers and his own DNA—intended to be worn by anyone who wanted to “borrow” his life of debauchery. His friends abandoned him to permanent purgatory… but the mask remains.
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The Life You’ll Inherit:
Wear the mask, and: • You’re instantly accepted into the world’s most exclusive parties, private islands, and inner financial circles • You have a private jet, three beach mansions, and access to a $500 million trust • Influencers, models, and heiresses know your name — and want in • You’re followed by paparazzi, tabloid drama, and some very sketchy friends from Monaco
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Effects When You Put It On: • Your skin tingles, adjusting to that perfect rich kid glow • Your posture shifts to a confident, careless swagger • Your voice adopts an entitled, lazy drawl that drips with casual insult • You instinctively know who’s worth talking to, and who’s “the help”
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What Happens If You Keep It On Too Long: • You start feeling bored unless surrounded by extravagance or chaos • Every reflective surface makes you admire yourself longer than you should — narcissism creeps deep • After 48 hours, your memories blur with Chase’s wild nights, orgies, and yacht mishaps • At 72 hours, you begin forgetting who you really are — only Chase remains, with his superficial charm, his vices, and a growing apathy for consequences
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How He Became a Mask:
Chase was dared to undergo the ritual that would “make him immortal in pleasure and power.” He never read the fine print. The frat succeeded — Chase became a living, wearable personality, cursed to repeat the rich douchebag’s life through whoever dares wear him.
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Bonus Twist:
Whenever you wear the mask, your phone begins receiving texts from unknown numbers—exclusive party invites, illicit deals, or cryptic messages from the secret fraternity who still watches you.
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Final Question:
Slip on Chase Van Alder’s mask and you gain his wealth, his charm, his scandals… But how long before you become the kind of person you once despised — or worse, forget you were ever someone else?