Name: Chuck Finley
Age: 17
Species: Lynx
Class: Middle Classish
Origin: New York City, Estoria district
Bio: Chuck was never a liked kid. especially when he found out what his 'gift' was. Whenever he walks near people, they feel an uncomfortable chill down their spines, as someone told him when they worked up the nerve to talk to him. Apparently he unconsciously leeches the essence from people, and if he ever chose isolation he would die. When near other people, they begin to feel unusually drowsy or incredibly sick, but he's perfectly fine, its just when hes alone he starts to deteriorate. No on wants t be near him and he needs to be near them, even if he hates them. Whenever people look at him he creates a sense of dread, like they're looking at some horrible monster or the barrel of a gun shoved into their face, all thanks to his so called gift.
Clothing: a heavy Zoo York hoodie with wool on the inside, some torn up jeans, brown tennis shoes, and sports shades that reflect blue