Name: Chance Rivers
Nicknames: Not for you to know.
Age: 17
Black Cat Talent: I drive. And, if you need anything, I can get it for you.
Stress Factors: My parents kicked me out when they found out I was part of the Black Cat. I put on a façade, but I miss them. I regret letting them find out about that part of my life. Although, I’m glad it was that and not the rest.
Likes:
- Getting my way
Red Bull
Planning
Being wanted/needed
Watching gymnastics
Racing cars
Winning (in anything)
- Speaking of my emotions
Questions that don’t need to be answered
Sprinklers, annoying little bastards
Losing a race
Drug deals gone wrong
Set ups
Personality: Well, I’m pretty quiet, but I always have a thoughtful look on my face. I’m not shy though, and surprisingly I have a lot of friends. Maybe it’s cause I’m so chill. Wanna know a secret? I’m a creative genius. My parents don’t even know. Yeah I get good grade and all that good stuff, but I see things differently than you. You may see a car, but I see the engine, the wires, the gears… I see how they work together and can be altered to function better, or worse. Math, physics and science are my life. That’s how I win the drag races. It’s all math. Anyway. So there’s that. I don’t talk about my emotions, mainly because no one else needs to know. Like I said, I miss my parents, but I don’t talk about my past, so it doesn’t come up. If I smile, it means I have an idea. The Black Cat should know what it means when I smile by now. I don’t laugh very often.. but, I mean I’m a nice guy. I don’t like seeing others in pain, unless they absolutely deserve it. I want the right thing to happen, at no cost to anyone. Ironic huh? Vandalizing, but I don’t want it to cost anyone. I guess that’s why I’m just the get away and the planner, I don’t actually like doing it.
I act the same all around. At school, with the cats.. No difference. Still a brooding genius that no one knows how to read. The only difference is at school I have the reputation of the dealer. Because of my grades, I’m not necessarily labeled the druggie white trash dude, I don’t do drugs. Ever. I’ve been ‘caught’ multiple times dealing. Dogs and cops came in to search my locker. You know what they found? Books, a cell phone, and car plans. Specifically a way to take on turns at high speeds with out drifting and damaging the wheels. Engine modifications to be faster and more fuel-efficient. I was hired to work on the police cars after that. I guess you could say that’s my real job.
History: Ohhh where to begin. Grew up in the suburbs with a nice family. I was a momma’s boy. Still am to be honest. I was obsessed with Legos and cars as a kid. My dad wasn’t around all the time even though he wanted to be, because his work had him travelling all the time. Mom tried her best to raise me, but she was a little scatter brained if I can be honest. She got the beauty not the brains. Some doctors say that intelligence isn’t inherited, and I would have to agree. They learned that I was a genius early on, and put me in special school until I was about 12 years old. I always hated it with the other kids. They were socially awkward beyond belief, and to be quite honest, they seemed to be bordering insanity rather than being geniuses. Either way, my parents enrolled me in public school. I made sure no one found out I was a genius. Hell, even though the doctors said I was, I didn’t feel any different than anyone else. It was hard, and still is, for me to wrap my brain around the fact that people don’t see and understand things the way I do. To me, it’s clear as day. Quickly, do to my silent and mysterious nature, I got sucked into the ‘wrong’ group of kids. I don’t want to bore you with all of the childish details, but by the time I was a freshman, I was already dealing. Granted, I wasn’t in with the gangs yet. During the summer, I got myself in a bit of a scratch. I didn’t have what this guy Tony needed, and he threatened me. I never asked for help, but Chino came out of nowhere and stood up for me. Then, I owed Chino. It took me a year to finally pay it off when the cops asked me if I knew of any of Chino’s gang activity. I told them Chino wasn’t in any of that stuff, and they believed me. I don’t know why or how, but they did. Chino and I were straight, and slowly I was beginning to learn how this whole favor thing worked. It was better to give out favors, and have a bunch of people owe you. Rule of thumb, never accept a favor first. Lucky for me, not everyone knows that. Ever since then, Chino and I have been pretty tight. I hung with him a lot, and son heard of the Black Cat. I wanted to be a part of something that was helping people for no reason at all. No personal motives, most times. I joined almost a year ago. I'm one of the newest members. So far, so good. It was crazy how I joined... I tracked down CK and asked her what she knew. Naturally she denied it, but I was hoping for that. Soon enough, she was off to tell her fellow Cats at school. It was easy to determine this when she spoke with people she normally doesn't. I found out more information, and talked to Enrique about it. He gave me an in. I like Enrique, or Rick, as he goes by, but I still would have to say Chino is my best friend. His gang, los Intocables, are the ones who gave me my ‘house’ when my parents kicked me out. I might be getting initiated soon.. When my parents kicked me out, it was a whole ordeal. Like I said I don't like talking about it, but I will. My mom was crying while my dad was tearing apart my room. After that, it only took me two hours to pack. The whole time I begged them not to make me go. My mom didn't say a word. All my dad said was "You're an insult to this family." At least they didn't find out about los Intocables.. the drugs or the racing....
Other: I really want to go back to my family. It tears me apart not being with them, despite my not-a-care-in-the-world attitude.