"Maximillian and I have an understanding: whichever of us gets
the opportunity to kill the other and get away with it will do so with the gleeful laugh
and a dull knife. Or a big rock. A heavy hair brush would do in a pinch."--Chance
Height: 4'8" Weight: 95# Build: Slight (duh) Hair: Black, mid-back Eyes: Silver (mirrored)
Clothing colors/style: Chance always wears tight, form-fitting clothing that accentuates the harsh lines of his emaciated body, the only exception to this being the floor-length red cape that he wears almost constantly. His preferred colors are red, black and silver. He usually wears some sort of simple jewelry made of silver (rings and earrings mostly). His personal symbol (which he rarely uses but which is emblazoned on a signet ring) is a diving hawk, wings spread wide, beak open for the kill.
Description: Chance is a tiny, effete man, almost a midget. He has a sharp featured face with high cheekbones, slanting eyebrows and lips thin as a beggars hope. His skin is a bloodless white, almost chalky. He usually wears his blue/black hair pulled tightly back into a severe pony tail held by a series of 10 silver rings connected by tiny silver chains.
Chance looks to be in his early thirties.
"You've gotta eat some meat and put on some weight or something "--
Jordan
"This is the price I pay for being the finest mind of my generation... are you any
good with binding fractures?" -- Chance
Psyche: Ranked 1st
Strength: Unranked
Endurance: Ranked 1st
Warfare: Unranked
Bad Stuff (varies from 4 to 29--yeeeeouch)
Diary: 10 points
Stories: 10 points
Note: One of Chance's bad stuff points manifests as an Elder who knows about some bad things Chance has done and has let a few of his peers in the younger generation discover' the secret, so he is not trusted much. Chance tends to make assigning of the other points concretely quite unecessary. :)