This guy even has a biography

Chad is an enigma. He would tell you that himself, if you let him bleat more than four syllables in your direction. He is, however, the antithesis of an enigma. His inability to let anyone believe that he has a mysterious bone in his lean body would be his main reason. The other would be how the bird showboats around. Whether in play or at work, he refuses to wear more than is absolutely necessary so that everyone can see what is on offer. And that leads to another of the bird's traits - his inability to choose one stable mate.

Flamingos would normally choose one mate, and stay for life. Chad, on the other hand, is a floozy with no repute. He is constantly prowling for his ideal date - one who is drunk enough that no is not part of their vocabulary, but not too drunk to be confused with some kind of weird sexual predator. Although the Chad is not particularly choosy in regards to what he mates with, he has the belief that he must bed only the most attractive. Unfortunately for Chad, he does not hold his liquor well, and as such usually ends up snaring the lads and ladies that would normally go home without. His love making is not one of finesse, nor tender. The raked tongue wouldn't be engaged in the art of pleasure, instead dragged mercilessly across his once willing partner. His need to reach orgasm considered more important than the pleasure of his partner, and once attained, the other participant would be tossed aside like a used plaything.

His work is transient, usually involving some kind of serving staff at functions for the rich and famous. At the beginning of the shift, he would schmooze and titillate those around him with his over compensatory motions that highlight the defined muscle below whatever clothes they had decided to wear. However, as the night draws on, the flamboyant flamingo eschews his sobriety by indulging in the host's champagne, he slowly becomes more forward, once posing, now more openly flirtatious. By the end of the evening, most companies have regretted hiring the showy bird as he takes his chosen victim home. They usually don't ring him for return work due to the lack of diligence or a shred of ethic around work, unless it is at the insistence of their client.

The vocabulary of the Chad is one of the highest dude bro. His inability to go more than two sentences without uttering such phases as swag or yolo only heighten his immaturity to those around him. Sadly, the Chad may be of the adult on the exterior, but it hid a boy, one who had barely matured into his teen years. He spends his money on what is considered haute couture among his peer circle - collars on his polo shirts popped; tinted glasses perched on his beak. Apart from his desire of all things designer, he spends considerable time at the gym, toning his body into one that could challenge Adonis himself.

He favours the food of the gym rat. His diet consists of a multitude of supplements, from whey to creatine to promote his unhealthy obsession with physical appearance. His hip pocket normally would hold some kind of protein source, whether bar or some other packet adorned with only the most manly of flexing oxen. Occasionally he is known to crack from the strict regime, pouring copious amounts of greasy fast food down the slender, but muscular, neck. It wouldn't be before long that he would purge the unholy aberration to his almost militaristic meal plan, ashamed at his lack of will power.

The Chad lives in what could be described as squalid; his meagre earnings barely holding his champagne lifestyle afloat in a beer budget. He does not mind, however, as he spends more time in bed with his many partners rather than alone at his house, its surfaces littered with empty wrappers and dirty possessions. The Chad holds no attraction to keeping his man pad clean, nor is he concerned with his own personal hygiene unless it is to get the things that he desires.

His friends would call this bird the broiest of bros. Even with his packed schedule of self care and his tireless efforts to hook up, he always spends times with his clique. Whether it is to get the latest fashion trends, or play some kind of sport game on a console, he sticks by his friends through thick and thin. This would be considered a redeemable quality, one that would change his douche bag personality into something that would be considered soft and kind, except that his friends are not the most upstanding members of society and he is aware of that. This leads to one of his greatest fears - a fear of being excluded. He constantly feels the need to preen his exterior to ensure that those around him won't leave or reject his advances. But this also hinders his ability to grow as an adult - why change if people don't leave.