Chance has a tall, comfortable bearing that never falters. His expression is always warm and confident, as if he knows all your secrets but doesn't care. His smile is quick and unwavering, his humor cheerful. When serious-- only when necessary-- he is the heart of quiet sincerity.

His clothing is lose and rugged. Usually he wears faded jeans, a t-shirt and dog-eared cowboy boots with a beaten up jacket of leather or denim. His attire changes as often as his mood, as easily as changing his mind. No matter the style his clothes take, they always bear small iconic images or symbols, always small and subtle-- a stain here, a stitched pattern there, a patch somewhere else. He often wears sunglasses. A simple gold band adorns each earlobe. They show more signs of age than he does.

His face is young, but it shows signs of being tempered by wind, sun and old guilt. His hair is the color of a cold autumn, and it falls like a fountain around his shoulders.

Strapped to his back is a guitar, polished and perfectly tuned. Made from the darkest wood, it glistens brightly with fresh polish. A simple design of a blue rose glides along the outer edge of the lower bout. Arcane symbols jute from the edge of the rosette, twisted angry things, yet tiny and discrete like jealousy masked by politeness.