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Signe Chase -- [ # 377 ]
     “ A smattering of stars in a blackened sky --
       he wished for something more. ”
name   --   Signe Chase
age      --   nineteen
sex       --   male [ genderfluid ; prefers they/them ]
height --    5'10"
weight -- 154lb
Data --
rank     --  tiny
skills    --

   + high stamina, decent mobility
   + ranged combat
   + practical work ( deft movements ) ; however, does poorly with theoretics

stats    --

    [ ATK -- 4 ; HP -- 2 ; DEF -- 2 ]
    [ INT -- 0 ; LUCK -- 0 ; SPD -- 2 ]

weapons    --
    crowbar ; in case he needs a further reach

          prefers just using bare fists, if situation allows

Profile --
personality   --
《 brusque || cautious || inarticulate || practical || self-conscious 》
Quiet, though not so much because they're a reserved person as much as because they are dreadful with words -- they lack the vocabulary necessary to express themself. As such, whatever they say have to say often come out sudden and brusque, unflattering to hear. Aware that they aren't as bright as others or as articulate, they has become very concious of what others may view them and tries their best to be someone who can be respected despite their lacking. Is easily blushy when they're complimented, directly or otherwise. Still, very cautious about others and always checking for an exterior motives to even the simplest acts of kindness, often pushing people away in fear of being used.

Prefers actions over the words they don't possess, and expresses any form of affection or trust in they're acts. Comes off as intimidating or aggressive at times due to they're lack of sugarcoating, but often regrets this.
history     --
Raised on the streets, abandoned as a child, Signe never received a proper education of any sort and developed instead a survival instinct that they rely heavily upon. Without the luxury of a stable childhood, they became very cautious around others, suspicious of intentions of anyone they encounter.

With the time they spent on the streets, often without proper shelter or sanitation and mingling with an unsavory lot, it was to no one's surprise when Signe caught the Colour-Syndrome ( in fact, it was a surprise to most that he had even survived to his age, abandoned at such a young age ). It had perhaps spread from the tainted sewer waters along the streets, that seeped into their food and clothes. They only began to notice when the people on the streets began disappearing after glimpsing an odd splotch of colour on the others, but before they could escape the area, they had already found the irises of their eyes a deep blue.

Of the area they frequented, they were the only one who survived. The rest, mostly men and women much older, were wiped out by the plague.

And so they leave the lonely alley they had lived before, leaves for another place in the city though they don't seem to be able to leave the street life of which they had lived. They didn't have a past to erase, just another nameless face until they chose to create one for themselves.
Other --
trivia    --
          ；· clothes don't belong to them -- probably stolen or grabbed wherever they could find them
          ；· wears gloves due to a coloring of a large area of their hands ; the gloves don't seem to help as the coloring reaches above the wrist
          ；· also infected in the eyes and hair
          ；· surprisingly attracted to pastries

relationships --
ISOBA LESEDI [ #104 ] : we just don't k now

Description

Signe Chase -- [ # 377 ]
     “ A smattering of stars in a blackened sky --
       he wished for something more. ”
name   --   Signe Chase
age      --   nineteen
sex       --   male [ genderfluid ; prefers they/them ]
height --    5'10"
weight -- 154lb
Data --
rank     --  tiny
skills    --

   + high stamina, decent mobility
   + ranged combat
   + practical work ( deft movements ) ; however, does poorly with theoretics

stats    --

    [ ATK -- 4 ; HP -- 2 ; DEF -- 2 ]
    [ INT -- 0 ; LUCK -- 0 ; SPD -- 2 ]

weapons    --
    crowbar ; in case he needs a further reach

          prefers just using bare fists, if situation allows

Profile --
personality   --
《 brusque || cautious || inarticulate || practical || self-conscious 》
Quiet, though not so much because they're a reserved person as much as because they are dreadful with words -- they lack the vocabulary necessary to express themself. As such, whatever they say have to say often come out sudden and brusque, unflattering to hear. Aware that they aren't as bright as others or as articulate, they has become very concious of what others may view them and tries their best to be someone who can be respected despite their lacking. Is easily blushy when they're complimented, directly or otherwise. Still, very cautious about others and always checking for an exterior motives to even the simplest acts of kindness, often pushing people away in fear of being used.

Prefers actions over the words they don't possess, and expresses any form of affection or trust in they're acts. Comes off as intimidating or aggressive at times due to they're lack of sugarcoating, but often regrets this.
history     --
Raised on the streets, abandoned as a child, Signe never received a proper education of any sort and developed instead a survival instinct that they rely heavily upon. Without the luxury of a stable childhood, they became very cautious around others, suspicious of intentions of anyone they encounter.

With the time they spent on the streets, often without proper shelter or sanitation and mingling with an unsavory lot, it was to no one's surprise when Signe caught the Colour-Syndrome ( in fact, it was a surprise to most that he had even survived to his age, abandoned at such a young age ). It had perhaps spread from the tainted sewer waters along the streets, that seeped into their food and clothes. They only began to notice when the people on the streets began disappearing after glimpsing an odd splotch of colour on the others, but before they could escape the area, they had already found the irises of their eyes a deep blue.

Of the area they frequented, they were the only one who survived. The rest, mostly men and women much older, were wiped out by the plague.

And so they leave the lonely alley they had lived before, leaves for another place in the city though they don't seem to be able to leave the street life of which they had lived. They didn't have a past to erase, just another nameless face until they chose to create one for themselves.
Other --
trivia    --
          ；· clothes don't belong to them -- probably stolen or grabbed wherever they could find them
          ；· wears gloves due to a coloring of a large area of their hands ; the gloves don't seem to help as the coloring reaches above the wrist
          ；· also infected in the eyes and hair
          ；· surprisingly attracted to pastries

relationships --
ISOBA LESEDI [ #104 ] : we just don't k now