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Name: "Hm? It's Chance. Ethan Chance Hawkins, if you were asking about the whole thing; though I just go by Chance, so it shouldn't matter. You know thinking about it you really should be introducing yourself first if you're going to ask someone their name."

Age: "I'm 24 as of last March." 

Gender/Sex: "When I checked this morning I was packing male equipment, but you're welcome to take a gander yourself if you'd like. Heh."

Sexuality: "Well now, this is getting a tad personal... I guess if you really want to know; I've got no idea. I'm fairly open as far as things go. I'll make out with just about anyone who I happen to find attractive, but as far as sex goes I've found that men don't quite do it for me. Not to say I don't find them appealing outside of the bedroom."

Hair Colour: "It's right there on my head, can't you... Nevermind. It's black, fairly dark, though it tends to lighten a bit in the summer."

Eye Colour: "I've heard them described as deep pools of still water filled with emeralds and reflecting beauty and radiance back to all those who gaze upon them. Though to be fair that girl was a poetry major... and kind of drunk. On my driver's liscense it just says Green."

Height: "..You're asking because I'm short, right? Look; 5'9" is a perfectly respectable height. Even if you have to look down on me literally it doesn't give you a right to do so metaphorically."

General Appearance: "Huh. I've never really been asked to describe myself before. I suppose I'm moderately attractive; my youthful features, small stature, and winning smile tend to make people think I'm 'adorable' and therefore approachable.

My hair is naturally curly and as is readily noticeable I let it out enough to cover my ears, and at times fall into my eyes. The ears bit is because it helps hide my headphones at work, the eyes is because I lost my sunglasses and don't feel like buying new ones when genetics have provided me a perfect eye awning.

As for my body... Well; obviously I'm no bodybuilder, but I'm fairly strong; I do a lot of jogging and my job has me lifting and moving boxes and books all the time so you could say I'm properly fit.

And of course if we're talking about how I look we have to bring up my clothes... Button-up shirt, black shoes, navy pants, dress-vest. It's a bit prim and proper, sure; but I look good in it, and more importantly it's part of the uniform at my job and it's cheaper to just buy extras of it and have them at the ready than try to vary up my style. Repetitive but classy, that's me."

Personality: "Charming, sassy, and... if I'm being truthful... a bit manipulative. But hey at least I'm honest enough to own up to that last bit. You'd get much the same answer from most of the people I know as well.

I'm small, youthful, and a bit hyper but it doesn't mean I'm childish. In the words of my saint of a mother; "Hawkins boys; cute as a button, and smart as a whip." I use my appearance to my advantage, letting people dote on me and often convincing them to give me things I want... Food, drinks, phone numbers now and then. Life is good all in all."

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"Not buying it, eh? Can't blame you. I mean, it's not wrong to say I'm all those things; I certainly have been in the past, but recently I suppose I've been a bit secluded. A bit quiet. My brother... my twin... he got Cancer. Bit of a kick in the heart, that. Haven't been to visit much; scared. My brother is dying and I can't face it. It's not because I'm worried for him, I wish I was brave enough that that was the issue here, but it's actually because it'll be too much like watching myself dying. Heh. Guess I should add self-absorbed, and thanatophobic to the description.

They both certainly fit.

The end of every one of my relationships so far has been the fact that I always wind up trying to make everything about myself and don't pay enough attention to the one I'm with.

And as for the whole fear of death thing. Well; I get nauseous just thinking about it. Death... The End. I really hope there's some kind of afterlife out there, because if it all just stops... that's my worst nightmare.

I'm a Deist. Fancy term for someone who believes in God. In my case; I believe specifically in the judeo-christian god. Or at least, I want to; but it's tough. I consider myself Deist and not Christian because I don't go in for the whole organized religion thing. Most people at churches just... believe, and I can't. I want to. I REALLY want to believe that there's a Heaven out there I'll go to when I die. Honestly; I'd probably even be okay with there being a Hell, and the possibility of ending up in it. But just ceasing to be?

I've actually... I've been seeing a therapist lately because of it. Been having panic attacks because I can't stop thinking about it. What with my brother and all. They've got me on some sleep aids, because I kept having nightmares where I die and... I... I can't..."

Likes/Dislikes (Name 3 of each):

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"Mm? Oh.. more questions? Right... Okay.

Uh; I like high fantasy novels, the passion at the beginning of a relationship, and birds. Used to have a Cockatiel named Maddie, but she... she...

M.. Moving on. I can't stand greasy foods, bullies, or the mistreatment of books. That last one especially gets to me; my uncle has run a bookstore in the city for as long as I can remember, and since I was young he's taught my brother and I that books should be given as much respect as people, because they hold within them all the most important parts of humanity: Thoughts, dreams, and ideals. This especially took root last year when I started working with him."

History: (Work in Progress)
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