Chance Costello

blue@harlemgirls.cjb.net

Full Name: *a slightly stocky boy with curly black hair looks up from the deck of cards he is shuffling* Charlie Costello, *he grins toothily* but ev'rbody jist calls me Chance. *he divides the cards into two piles and shuffles the two together, making a bridge with his hands* *they swish expertly into place*

Age: *he taps the deck loudly on the worn wood table and then looks up* Eighteen. *he gives the deck another tap* Barely. *he grins; he will be nineteen in a few months*

Appearance: Aww, lessee... *he puts down the dect and examines himself* Uh, I'm kinda short, *he is about 5'7"* got black hair that's on the curly side *his pats his hair which is cut fairly close to his head*, light brown eyes. That's all. *he shrugs and a grin spreads across his round face* *Chance has unremarkable features; typically ethnic Italian, with olive skin, darker than his sister's, deep-set large eyes, and a prominent aquiline nose*

Background: *he shrugs and fingers the cards* Lived in Harlem alla me life, usta live with my parents an' go ta school. But Mom died, an' *he frowns, his tone quieting* Dad's in *he swallows* prison. *he pauses for a moment; he doesn't resent his father in the bitter way his sister does* My sister an' brother, Maria and Joel, and I lived together fer awhile, but money got tight, so we split. *he kind of fidgets at this comment, then sighs* Lived on da streets fer a while til we joined up at da Harlem house. *he glances around the bunkroom and smiles*

Relationships: Well, dere's my little sister, Maria; you prolly jist call her Blue Skies or Skies at the Harlem girls' house. Also, I'm pals with Flash over at the girls', known her fer a long time, an' Verity an' O'Leary an' I go way back. Uh... *he looks around self-conciously* jist between da two 'a us, dat Bradshaw girl's kinda sweet. *he blushes*

Other notes: I love poker. *he grins fiedishly, whipping the deck of cards off the table* They don't call me Chance fer nothin', after all. *he winks*

Full Name:	a slightly stocky boy with curly black hair looks up from the deck of cards he is shuffling Charlie Costello, he grins toothily but ev'rbody jist calls me Chance. he divides the cards into two piles and shuffles the two together, making a bridge with his hands they swish expertly into place
Age:	he taps the deck loudly on the worn wood table and then looks up Eighteen. he gives the deck another tap Barely. he grins; he will be nineteen in a few months
Appearance:	Aww, lessee... he puts down the dect and examines himself Uh, I'm kinda short, he is about 5'7" got black hair that's on the curly side his pats his hair which is cut fairly close to his head, light brown eyes. That's all. he shrugs and a grin spreads across his round face Chance has unremarkable features; typically ethnic Italian, with olive skin, darker than his sister's, deep-set large eyes, and a prominent aquiline nose
Background:	he shrugs and fingers the cards Lived in Harlem alla me life, usta live with my parents an' go ta school. But Mom died, an' he frowns, his tone quieting Dad's in he swallows prison. he pauses for a moment; he doesn't resent his father in the bitter way his sister does My sister an' brother, Maria and Joel, and I lived together fer awhile, but money got tight, so we split. he kind of fidgets at this comment, then sighs Lived on da streets fer a while til we joined up at da Harlem house. he glances around the bunkroom and smiles
Relationships:	Well, dere's my little sister, Maria; you prolly jist call her Blue Skies or Skies at the Harlem girls' house. Also, I'm pals with Flash over at the girls', known her fer a long time, an' Verity an' O'Leary an' I go way back. Uh... he looks around self-conciously jist between da two 'a us, dat Bradshaw girl's kinda sweet. he blushes
Other notes:	I love poker. he grins fiedishly, whipping the deck of cards off the table They don't call me Chance fer nothin', after all. he winks