Name: Chance Jehenna
Species: Zangoose
Gender: Male
Age: About 26
Team: Prankster Platoon
Description: Overuse of his blaze jewel has left Chance with underdeveloped claws, but a more tall, lanky stature, especially when compared to other Zangoose. While not particularly bulky, he's got a distinct lean physique, a result of his love of fistfighting. He tends to carry himself loosely, leaning against walls and slouching when he can, but is known to get a little too into fighting, leading to extravagant posing and jumpy, over-the-top movement. As a man who's fully accepted the world around him, he wears classic post-apocalyptic gear: Spiked shoulder pads, an open jacket with no undershirt, badly torn pants, and a belt that holds his Blaze Jewel in the center. He's a heavy smoker, and is almost always seen with a cigarette in his mouth.
Personality: Chance is relatively laid back most of the time, but easily excited, especially in the heat of a fight. Bedlam is his middle name, he lives for recklessly seeding as much confusion as he can, and with a talent for thinking outside the box, he’s gotten pretty good at finding ways to spark that chaos. He lives for the spectacle; it’s not about how well you can fight, it’s about how interesting that fight is. When it comes to that, however, he likes nothing more than good, old fashioned, bare knuckle brawling. Knives are a crutch and guns make you weak, though he’s not stupid enough to be caught without both of those on his person.
Suicidal would certainly be the wrong word to describe Chance, but fear of death is more than a little lacking in his mind. Life, to him, is nothing but the summary of the choices you make, and he’s chosen to do what he want, for no other reason than because he wants to, and paying no mind to what others say or think. People come, people go. Whatever happens, happens. May as well do what you want before death picks you next time.
Background: Chance actually grew up in Gracedia territory, in the city of Jadeblossom. Even back then, he was a little punk, getting himself into trouble for theft and vandalism, and eventually, as he grew older, his antics led him to a girl. She was his age, a real firecracker, and the two quickly started finding trouble together. Their friendship, eventually, grew to become love, and as they left Jadeblossom to find a place more suited to their lifestyle, it began to seem that life might just work out for the two.
Of course, as is all too common in this world, it was only a matter of time before they were separated. Seeking knowledge about the Blaze Jewels, she left Chance behind one day to join in the next Tempest Festival and steal more of them, leaving only an unfulfilled promise that she would return. Death had taken her only a few days into the Festival, and Chance was left alone to pick up the pieces. As time moved on and he grew increasingly bitter about event and the world as a whole, Chance began to seek increasingly dangerous thrills in life. This escalated until he joined the next year’s festival, where he managed to scrape by with his life, thanks to a combination of quick thinking, good fighting, and dumb luck. His ideals began to align more and more with the Prankster’s Platoon, who he eventually joined with and ran raids for. His bravery and quick wit kept him in favor to the group. To this day, he's looking to make the biggest spectacle he can, to make the biggest mark on history, good or bad, until the day it finally leads him to an early grave.
Starting Blaze Jewel: Fighting Type
Other: Nah.
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