Chance Light [D11]

[Kevin]

Name: Chance Light
Age: 18
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 11
Appearance:

A thin nature coupled with a tidy style makes this boy almost as invisible as possible. That is not to say he is; his skin is far from the palest of pales, and there is no transparency to him whatsoever. However, it is extremely easy to say that he blends in with the crowd, making himself truly invisible. Short hair, near-shaven, is what tops this young man’s head, only seemingly adding to his “tidiness”.

Keen green eyes see things that most people would never notice. Guess that’s the benefit to being hidden in the shadows. Any who do notice him will draw their attention to the dark gaze that accompanies the deep green. Perhaps he has a thing for shadows. A careful glance, though, and one could notice some light in his eyes, some form of life. Not many people seem to notice this but whoever finds their self tangled up in the social mess he creates will very well remember those eyes, peering almost as if like cat eyes in the dark.

A thin face is mostly to blame for his ability to not be seen. Not necessarily at the point of being starved but a quick look could easily pass over the boy, already helping him work behind the scenes. Height, though once a nuisance, becomes an advantage as instead of simply towering over people, he is passed by just as a streetlight is during the nighttime. He is lean, yet strong, something that also works to his advantage. It would be most unfair to say that he can overpower anyone, though.

Personality:

The definition of a slore: one who is a slut and a whore. And a term that fits Chance to the very bone. But that is not to say that he is flamboyant in any way or manner. This here is a boy who is subtle, preferring to not shout out to the world that he is a slore and have the Peacekeepers take him down. Sneaking in the shadows is his thing, something that he does routinely so that any passerby cannot and will not recognize him. However, to those who know him well (and there is quite the handful), he is about as outrageous as he possibly could be.

When there is no worry about any telling, Chance becomes the social flirt. He slores for the attention, for the thrill. He wants the attention as if it is the very source of his being. And he gets it if he plays his cards right. To him, sloring is not just a hobby, but it becomes a way of life; once he gets into it, he can’t pull out.

That is what makes him intelligent. Book smarts may count for something, but knowing how to deal, knowing which buttons to push, is Chance’s specialty. He knows which mask to use, if he needs to use it. And most importantly, he knows when to lie. These skills are what make him such a great slore. He maintains an appearance of the perfect boy, yet inside, all he can think about is what his next catch is, how he’s going to play it out, and what excuse he will be doling out at this time. He fools others, tricks them into his own way, to get what he wants.

History:

From a young age, Chance has always been interested in other people. All of them. He's social and perfectly friendly. Other parents always remarked that Chance was much more mature than all of his friends. The perfect little boy. The perfect gentleman. As his parents' only child, Chance was always the center of attention and their pride and joy. He got used to the limelight, began to crave it from the shadows of his average, boring life. He wanted other people to notice him, to crave his company they way he longed for their attention.

At the age of thirteen, Chance began to hone his skills at subtly entrancing people, luring them into his web. He wanted them to love him. He wanted to be adored. Each new tally mark--girls, boys, it didn't matter--meant little to him, save for accomplishment. For a few brief moments, anyhow, he was the most important thing in the world to them. Each of them meant nothing in return.

To his parents, Chance is still the model son at the age of eighteen. They don't know much of his promiscuity, even if they have noted that he's rarely in the company of the same person more than once. To Chance, lust is a sport. He does it for the thrill of the chase, and for the rush of the reward. After he's trapped his game (so to speak) and collected his reward, Chance is numb, completely hollow. For him, the fulfillment of his lust is almost a job: barely meaningful.

Codeword: muttations
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Appearance and Personality by Dee (scaredofthedark) and History by Aya.

[aya]

Slore Accepted.