I might be a little more modern though.

Okay, I mentioned before that I might make a guy charrie either to replace or supplement Elli because poor Greg is hopelessly outnumbered. BTW, "a person" actually wasn't me. I don't mind that you thought it was (they stated your case very politely), but just to let you know. 

So, just let me know if you would rather me use both charries or one or the other.   

Name: Zaal Chavchavadze 

Gender: male 

Age: 22

Appearance: Zaal is relatively tall. He has thick, dark brown hair that grows very fast, so he's always in need of a haircut. But then again, it's the 80s (ish), so who cares. He has deep brown eyes and a sharp chin. He wears a dark grey letterman's jacket (from when school was still a thing) with blue stripes on the sleeves just about everywhere, as well as black fingerless gloves which were dipped in silvery-blue dye at the tips. 

Personality: He's the type of person that when he's at a party or gathering, no one will think he's listening to the conversation and forget about him until he adds something hilarious or clever that sends his whole group laughing. Zaal is sort of half-in, half-out of the party culture. He enjoys a good time with friends, adventure and disco (because why not), but he's a little more reserved (or at least, you'd think that until you met him). He has a strong sense of loyalty to his close friends and would take a betrayal of any sort very seriously. He is generally good-natured, although most people take his natural expression to be either solemn or concerned. He also has the sort of expressionless humor that makes you wonder if he's really joking or not. Even if you overlook Zaal in a crowd, he's a good friend and the first to help you up if you trip or (in a very Rose bud-esque fashion) fall down the stairs. Also, if you come to his house at any hour or for any reason, he will probably open the door and fix you whatever's in the fridge. 

Backstory: Zaal lived with his family until recently. His parents do not approve of how the world is fallen, but they old-fashionedly and stubbornly refuse to leave it for space exploration. Zaal wasn't really concerned about the monsters until he was approached with the mission. And then the slightly adventurous side of him flared up. 

Equipment: A tiny, very thin blade that can be popped out of his gloves from between his thumb and pointer finger if he works his thumb in a certain pattern. It can't really be used for slicing and dicing, but can easily slide between a lock and doorway, and other purposes besides.  A little silver container of glow-in the dark putty that is stronger than superglue and can stick to anything. Lastly, buried in his garage somewhere is an old, partially-working sort of hoverboard that Zaal and his buddies made in highschool out of a broken electric guitar, parts from a Rad-ship dump, and other junk. It is radically dubbed "The Flying Guitar." 

Favorite Word of Bodacious Lingo: ...I'll get back to you on that one. 

Favorite Color: Grey. And also very calm blue. 

Other: Zaal's family is Georgian. He's also open to shipping? I guess? 

Reasons for being selected:  Ummm... *quickly brainstorms a ridiculous way to justify useless character* He can imitate a variety of bird calls, is stealthy (ish) and also has a little experience with those in charge of the mission. Is that enough? 

This is short, and not my best work, but hey, at least it's something. 

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I pop my lips together a few times, making sure my lipstick doesn’t smear. I look boss. First impressions color every interaction you have with a person. If I want to get anywhere in this group, I have to put my best foot forward. That means looking totally rad, no matter how long you’ve been on a helicopter. We’re nearing the drop zone, where I’m going to meet the leader of this little shindig. He sounds like a bodacious sort of dude. Very qualified. As if that matters. Several of my other teammates on on the helicopter with me. I didn’t engage very much. You can’t be too approachable at first. We land rather quickly and exit the craft. Roadrunner is out first. I can tell, despite her supposed confidence, she doesn’t being out in the open like this. She walks up to guy we’re meeting and exchanges a few words before gesturing us to move forward. I see my chance, and stride confidently towards him.

“This is Chaotica Jones. She’s tells me she’s the best in the business. Chaotica, meet Mad Greg” Roadrunner introduces me, and I shake his hand. He smiles a little, with a sort glint in his eye. He’s got a firm grip, and seems like the real deal.

“Like she said, I’m Chaotica. I’m here to help.” I grin back at him, then walk off to stand next to the rest of my teammates before he can say a word. And that, ladies and gents, is how you introduce yourself. 

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