Chance is 6.5ft tall. He has expensive taste, usually wearing a smug grin that practically begs someone to plant a fist in it. Unfortunately for everyone else, luck seems to love him almost as much as he loves himself. With his smooth gray skin contrasting sharply against his preferred dark palette, he carries an air of the exotic and the elite. A black fedora sits low on his head, tilted just enough to shadow his face and frame a pair of sleek black sunglasses. Those shades never come off, permanently hiding his eyes and making him an unreadable enigma, whether he’s pulling off a massive bluff at the poker table or mocking a rival to their face. He dresses as if he lives in a high-stakes casino, completely allergic to the very concept of casual wear. His crisp white button-up is always tucked flawlessly beneath a tailored black suit jacket, paired with matching trousers and a dark necktie that hangs perfectly down his chest. Not a single wrinkle dares touch his clothes. That impeccable exterior is mirrored by his infuriatingly static expression. His face rarely shifts from a self-satisfied smirk, sometimes a relaxed smile, other times a cocky grin that screams he's already three steps ahead. Even when chaos breaks out, he just looks amused, utterly unbothered by the world around him. Despite a reckless, bordering on pathological, obsession with gambling, Chance has somehow never seen the wrong side of a ledger. Fortune bends to his will with an almost supernatural consistency, leaving him absurdly wealthy and free to toss money around like pocket lint. Casinos view him as a main event, competitors view him as a plague, and anyone unfortunate enough to sit across from him usually leaves with empty pockets and a bruised ego. Personality-wise, he is an absolute handful, arrogant, sarcastic, and unbearably smug. He genuinely enjoys pushing buttons and reminding people exactly how much luckier and richer he is than them. His confidence borders on narcissism, and he operates with the absolute certainty that he is the smartest man in the room. And the most infuriating part of it all? Most of the time, he’s absolutely right. He is strong. Quite strong at that.

Survivor! Sweetest on there. Ability is to make healing pizza

Survivor -support Gets irritated easily, terrified when in rounds.

-past soilder Always tense and on guard. Seems to always be near Elliot, very touchy and protective of him as elliot reminds him of the young medics on the battlefield