Chance Dargins Capitol

Chance has a funny, potatoe-shaped head. His forehead is more flat and small, but below is large and rounded. His behemoth ears stick out of his head at odd angles (he has pre-paid his private surgeon to fix that next visit), and a tiny chunk of flesh is missing from the left.
Chance's neck is thick and short. He has aproximately three inches of flesh connecting his head to his shoulders. Across his throat, he has a shallow scar, from a scuffle in his old elementary schoolyard. He flashes it whenever he can, beleiving it shows his bravery perfectly.

Chance defenitly has a Capitol face. He has had it surgically altered three times, and has no idea what size nose he had at birth. His eyebrows have been trimmed into pencil-thin lines that arch high above his eyes, and are usually dyed to match his emotions (light-blue=happy, red=mad, green=careless, etc. etc.). His eyes are the lightest shade of blue (a natural characteristic of his), and whenever light hits them at a certain angle, they practically shine. His nose sits right in the middle of his face, jutting out of his skin, rounding slightly at the end. He has very small lips, plain compared to the rest of his features, choosing to leave them their natural color.

Chance's shoulder-length hair is the color of golden wheat. He constantly appears at the local salon to have it washed properly, and re-dyed, afraid of losing his "beautiful mane." His hair is always tucked behind his ears, due to his lengthy bangs always falling in his face.

Chance is not yet fat, but he is on the road. Skin sags off the side of his arms and legs, and his belly hangs over his waistline a little. A perfect example for the Capitol's defenition of "healthy."
Chance doesn't really have any muscle anywhere, except for his mouth which always seems to be moving. He isn't exactly weak, but he most defenitly could not hold his own in a hand-to-hand fight with a fit teenager.
Chance is very short, coming up to about five-foot, seven-inches, if even that. He has very short legs, which don't carry him very fast, or far.

Like most of the Capitol, Chance chooses to wear clothes of the highest grade. He is most commonly seen wearing satin tuxedos and dress shoes. You will never see him wearing simple tee-shirts and pants, and he simply despises people who do.

At first glance, Chance seems exactly like the rest of the Capitol. Stuck-up, snobbish, bratty, prissy, etc. etc., but he's really not. Everyone who has met him at least once agrees he is a good-natured, fun-loving, fool. Two minutes spent with him and he would have already hugged you twice and be considering a third (in a non-creeper way). He laughs every five seconds (a jolly laugh it is, too), and refuses to think bad about anyone.

Chance is not very good at making friends. Although he is very friendly, he assumes everyone he meets would like to make friends with him, mostly driving them farther away. And those that have joined his small group, tend to think he is fairly dimwitted (which is not untrue), and unworthy of their time. Chance has never made it past the friend stage, and to be honest with himself, he really doesn't care. He never saw anything special in women (or men for that matter), and it could be said the same the other way around.

Good- Chance is a very kind person. He is the kind of person who would take pity on a helpless stray wandering around the city, looking for a bite to eat. He is also very generous. He would be the guy to finally give that dog a scrap of food.
Bad- Chance is generally honest with everyone, even in the worst of times. Example:
P: Does this outfit make me look fat?
C: Why yes! Yes it does!

Chance's birth was an accident. His parents, Adam Dargins and Renee Bullwinger, had met at a local club. They had started dancing, and hormones had kicked in (you know, a teenage thing). Little did Adam know, Renee was a simple district Runaway, the exact same riffraff his father had told him to avoid. Renee had fled the Capitol, leaving Adam heartbroken and confused. Aproximately one year later, a baby had been delivered to his doorstep. Adam was forced to tell his father the truth, and as consequense, was kicked out. Adam soon found a great job, supplying him with enough money to move into a nice house and spoil his offspring.

This time in Chance's life was semi-peaceful. He had nice clothes, was always fed, and got pretty much everything he wanted (which in his case, was a lot!). His father took a few months off of work to spend time with him, and Grandpa occasionally visited.
When Chance was about eight months old, his mother came back. It happened on a particularly cloudy Saturday, and although the events that had taken place around 1:30 in the afternoon had no effect on Chance whatsoever, it devestated Adam.
Chance and Adam had been relaxing in their overlarge sitting room, Adam watching his favorite talkshow on the flat-screen TV, and Chance playing around with his toy-model of the Capitol's train. Renee had barged in through the front door (no one had bothered with locking it), and demanded to have her baby. She and Adam had a fight right there in front of Chance. Adam had demanded her to leave his house at once, and Renee refused. The Peacekeepers had been called by one of their nosy neighbors, and they hauled Renee away. Later, Adam had been told her tongue was promptly removed and she had been made into an Avox.

Chance had been a very popular kid in elementary school. Everyone just had to sit by him at lunch. They were captivated by his fascinating stories of birth. How his mother and father had hooked up, and his mother ran away. How she came back, and was promptly shot in the head for trespassing (okay, so he stretched the truth just a little bit).
Chance had never been that smart (Adam always told him he got that from his mother's side), but as the years progressed, his common sense decreased. His father had been in an outrage when he brought home his first F.
Adam passed at a young 27, of natural causes. Chance mourned for a day or two before moving on to new things, never had felt a close bond with his father.

Chance didn't have much of a teen life. People always told him he had "matured early." He had never attended the crazy parties people slowly stopped inviting him to, and didn't have a drop of alcohol untill he was exactly 21 years of age. He had never fit in good in high school, and was the only one who was still a virgin graduating.
In his third year of highschool, he said a few things he shouldn't have said to another boy. They had met in the yard behind the building, and fought. The other boy, seeming to hate fair fights, had whipped out a knife and, unsuccesfully, tried to slit Chance's throat. That was when the principle had finally decided to step in (against his own will) and break up the fight. Both boys were promptly expelled.

Chance still lives in his childhood home, happily single, with two puppies, and a (secret) Mockingjay.

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