• Username: ExpensiveAlpaca
"I live in a world of complications. Nothing's ever perfect, maybe for you however. Not all of us are born with hideous pelts and oddly lengthened fur, but "lucky" for me I was. I'm bullied, and it never changes. Everyday there's some smart remark from a by passer about me. They don't think I hear it, but they're wrong. Wasn't anybody taught to "not say anything at all if it's not nice?" Apparently not. My life is unique though, and if I were to change it, I would choose not to. It's everyone else's fault for not wanting to get to know me. They judge by looks, they miss out. It's not my fault for any of it."
Basics
• Name: Chance
Chance was given this simple name because he deserves a chance to live in this world, no matter how much he stands out from the others. It's better to be unique than to be like everyone else.
• Gender: male
• Age: 17 years old
Chance was born on October 24th of the year 1996. He has the zodiac Scorpio, which explains his personality well and life story well. The Scorpio motto is known to be "What is hidden is more interesting than what is obvious." Chance's birthstone color is Pink Tourmaline.
• Personality: Depressed, sullen, sulky, boring, grumpy, dull, humdrum, lifeless, and silent are all words to describe this sad soul, Chance. He's never happy or excited, and the only expression you'll ever see on his face is a sad or blank one. He's not one to say he's never cried before, for the poor soul has shed a few tears before. His life has never been easy, it's just not handed to him like it is to the rest. Chance doesn't have any athletic none in him that edges him on to work hard, play sports, or get all jumpy and frantic. He's normally motionless or terribly slow, never showing any signs of enthusiasm or joy. Chance doesn't care what others think of him, but when they harass him out loud he begins to get irritated. He isn't one to fight back, just backs away and hides int he shadows. He's learned to live like this since he was born, it hasn't taken any effect to him that it's the wrong way to live. Oddly enough he enjoys his life like this, and wouldn't change it one bit if he could.
"I'm not like other teenagers, I'll have you know. From my personal experiences with others I've learned to think better of my actions. I'm not foolish or overly crazy, more sullen, boring, dull, and depressed. Nobody hardly notices a quite, humdrum soul like me, and I'm glad for that."
Description
• Fur: Chance was born with an odd pelt, of gross colors and strange lengths. Everyone always judges him by this feature, which is why he is known to be so depressed. His fur contains bright salmon colors, an extremely pale skin tone, black, and a gross, olive, garbage-like green. The lengths of his pelt are terribly strange, giving him an even more strange appearance. Along his stomach and underside the fur is known to be longer and shaggier, but all over his back it is terribly short. It makes him look chunky on the bottom, yet thin and well trimmed along the top. Instead of being just one length, he's a special mixture of both. Chance's fur lengths may make him look unwelcoming and all but he is known to have some of the softest fur there is. His shorter hairs are like velvet, always well groomed and shiny as ever, on his stomach, with the shaggy fur, the hair is soft and warm, like an alpaca's whool.
• Eyes: Chance's eyes are frightening to most, a bit more offsetting to his appearance than his fur. They're horribly pale, containing the colors pink and white. Instead of his eyes whites being the actual white color, they're pink, making him look as if they're bloodshot or he has a horrible case of pink eye. His eyes color, however, is a pure, ghostly white. He is given a creepy, sick look from his eyes, but he finds them unique and adore them for making him, well... Him.
• Ears: Chance has tall, pointed ears. They're rather big, but not as strange as the rest of his features. However, they have one small flaw. In his left ear there's a rather big chip taken out, which stands out pretty well. It doesn't effect him much, though.
• Head: Chance's face is thin and well trimmed, having a rather handsome shape. He has a long snout yet small nose. At the very back of the top of his head, he has some tufts of fur that stick up. Chance's cheeks are fluffy, and his large ears stand out well atop of his head.
• Body: Chance isn't very muscular all over his body, and his stomach is rather thin. That's just the way his body is though, it's no case of starvation or anything. From his job, Chance has worked up a better toned body. He's sometimes picked on for being so thin, while most other male beans are bold and buff. His whole body is covered in oddly lengthened fur of strange colors, as seen described in the "fur" section above.
• Legs and feet: Chance has long thin legs, following up with big feet. There's some longer tufts of fur at the back of them, and on his front set of legs he has long tufts of fur at the back side of his feet. His claws are long and bright salmon, standing out against his pitch black feet.
• Tail: Chance has a normal sized tail, which is fluffier below and thinner atop. He wears a white cloth wrapped around the base of his tail, near his rump. The tuft of fur at the tip of his tail is rather large and fluffy. The tuft is extremely soft and is sometimes known to weight down his tail as he holds it in he air.
• Accessories: Chance wears a set of headphones around his neck, two black studs in each of his ears, fingerless gloves, a grey-blue bandanna around his head, black aviator sunglasses on his head, and a cloth wrapped around his tail. His headphones are all grey with white skulls, and Chance is known to never go anywhere without them. His fingerless gloves are grey, and the wrap around his tail is white. Why does he wear these specific accessories? Because they are his style, and slightly describe him. He's dull, and they're dull colors. There's no special reasoning as to why he wears them exactly though, basically just because he wants to and likes to.
Personal
• Job: With nothing else to do in his life, Chance decided to get a job a few years ago. He doesn't like it, but it's better to be getting some money and having something to do then boredom and distress filling your life. Exactly what is it he does? Chance goes around town collecting people's garbage, he's the garbage man.
• Hobby: Although Chance is known to be the most lifeless soul there is, he does do few things with his life. His current hobby is DJ-ing. It's like a second job, where he signs up to be the DJ at parties, which most likely are for Halloween.
• Theme song: Blue Da Ba Dee by Eiffel 65 xxx
• Opinion on Halloween: "Halloween? It's the worst holiday there is! For me, at least. Everybody else loves it because thus can dress up scary, get candy, and pick on me. Every single year everyone has to make some smart remark about my fur coloration, and the designs on it. They come up to me and say, "Eek! Your costume is so scary Chance! Oh wait, you're not wearing one!" And then everybody else around bursts out in laughter as I sulk away into the shadows. It's horrible, nobody should be treated that way. What did I ever to to have deserved this?"
Other
• Poem: I've decided to make a poem to add something else to my form...
Ghosts, zombies, and creatures of fright
all come out on Halloween Night.
They bring their empty bags of air
to your door for the candy you spare.
As more and more come,
ready for their sugary income,
your bowl of goods is soon done.
Before you close up shop
one last child comes to your stop.
He opens his bag with a broad smile
trying to look for your candy pile.
You tell him you'll be back
as you turn to find the candy you lack.
In a cupboard a big snickers lays
ready to go home with the child who stays.
all come out on Halloween Night.
They bring their empty bags of air
to your door for the candy you spare.
As more and more come,
ready for their sugary income,
your bowl of goods is soon done.
Before you close up shop
one last child comes to your stop.
He opens his bag with a broad smile
trying to look for your candy pile.
You tell him you'll be back
as you turn to find the candy you lack.
In a cupboard a big snickers lays
ready to go home with the child who stays.
I hope your enjoy that little poem, it's probably the best one I've ever written!
