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Age: 28

Sex: Male

[center]Appearance[/center]
Chester has spent the better part of his life receiving a steady stream of hand-me-downs and obligation clothing gifts from his many, many relatives and has never properly learned to dress himself. Ever since his rocky entrance into fatherhood Chester has stopped trying to figure out what being fashionable is, content with seeing himself as an older man who doesn't need to take part in those things. Anything baggy is a welcome addition to his closet as a break from the stiff and formal getup of his job as the manager of a pretentious waffle joint.

[center]Bio[/center]
There is a sense of weight to the life of Chester. It's in the way the pale sky hangs above him every morning before work, the 3 a.m. excursions to corner stores, the silence and smoke in between the battered concrete and rows of strip malls. He´s a suburban reject with the heart of a city kid, with all the shadier parts of the city memorized better than anything high school ever threw at him. He´s no criminal, just broke.

Chester´s parents chased the american dream decades ago and got it, to an extent. Though the worn out suburban labyrinth might have been claustrophobic to most they only saw opportunities and got to work as a small chinese buffet. Of course, no one in their family had a drop of foreign blood in their vietnamese ancestry, but would anyone really give a shit?

His childhood slipped through him in a blur, consisting of being worked to the bone to keep the struggling family business going by all means necessary. It was by no means an awful way to live, although it was hard not to feel like his whole life was set up for him. Dozens of teachers came and went in his life failing to leave a lasting impression beyond being scolded for never trying too hard. Effort outside of home economics was kind of pointless when your entire life was wrapped around Little Dragon Buffet. Then came financial success.

What started off as simple renovations and finally having seats without holes in them grew to eventually setting up shop in a place that was a far cry from before. It was larger than a classroom, for one. The menu that he knew by heart doubled and then tripled and then multiplied some more and pretty soon more than half of the employees stopped having the same last name as him. His family was by no means wealthy but he was now independent. And so he ended up in yet another eatery. 

The twenty-eight year old current Chester now works as a manager to an overpriced waffle joint, earning him plenty joking-but-also-not-joking scorn from relatives. He's gone through job after job, unable to escape the iron grip of the food service industry. A few relationships happened in between, starting off with arranged stints with the children of his parent´s friends and continuing on with wilder affairs before stagnating and realizing that serial monogamy was the way to go. He's gone through these strained relationships pretty roughly, earning him a daughter of his own after a particularly long and awful mess of one. He even had a thing going with another guy at one point, though that's a long story. 

He continues to manage a Golden Waffle while leaving his home turf in the hands of his younger, actually ambitious brother. His daughter and him live in a fairly comfortable apartment. She has an enormous network of cousins her age and older folk with candy, so life is never boring. There is a definite sadness that she can sense from her father but she´s still too young to put it into words. It´s fine to brush things off for now.

[center]Power[/center][center]Extreme Resistance[/center]
Chester's power gives him the ability to ingest things that others aren't able to. This encompasses a wide range of things. Moldy food, raw meat, motor oil, cyanide, swamp water, snake venom, if it can shred the insides of a human chances are Chester and gulp it down with no serious side effects. This also includes solids like plastic and broken glass, as the soft tissues on the inside of his mouth are resistant to anything that gets shoved in there. There are, of course, drawbacks. Does Chester enjoy the taste of things that were never intended for human consumption? Unsurprisingly, no. Is he doubtful and hesitant of his abilities? Absolutely. The worst drawback of them all in his opinion however, is his inability to get drunk. This extends to all drugs, but he is especially angry about being eternally sober against his will.