Would my face give me away? I know it won't 'Cause I don't even feel I just reflect what you'd expect So you don't suspect that I could be exactly who I am
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IC Info
Chane Rafael Moreno is best known on the Cal State L.A. campus as the quiet Brazilian exchange student who never misses a lab. Officially he’s a chemical‑engineering sophomore on a Brasília‑funded scholarship, pulling straight A’s while covering graveyard shifts in the university’s microscopy suite. Those late hours suit him: when most students are asleep, Chane is the lean figure in a charcoal hoodie, gold‑flecked eyes hovering over toxicology slides with surgeon‑steady hands.
Classmates describe him as cold but uniquely polite. He lends notes without complaint, but his rare smiles flicker and die quickly, as though carved for effect. He declutters every shared workstation, nudging pens and mugs into ruler‑straight lines when he thinks no one is watching.
Rumors swirl quietly: security footage that loses him between frames, a research paper on industrial neuro‑toxins that made a professor pale, and whispers from East‑Side bouncers who claim the taciturn student never shows ID yet never waits in line. Social‑media ghosts can’t even tag him: no Instagram, no Twitter, phone number always new, yet Chane appears exactly two minutes early to every meeting. Beyond that, he remains an elegant cipher: always present, never fully observed, and gone before your questions catch up.
The above is common knowledge. Note that nearly everything in Chane's full backstory can assumed to be discovered with enough Googling and taken IC without asking.
Backstory
Chane Rafael Moreno (b. 10 April 2002, Santos, Brazil) is listed at UCLA as a second‑year chemical‑engineering major with a lean toward industrial toxicology. Professors see him as a hands‑on problem‑solver: sharp‑eyed and fast on the draw in lab practicals, less enthusiastic once the discussion veers into heavy theory. He graduated from Colégio Técnico de Santos with solid marks: never top of the class, yet consistently the first to notice a leaking burette or recalibrate a misaligned microscope slide.
Two terms into a degree at the Federal University of Sao Paulo, Moreno landed a mid‑tier international stipend through the Instituto Futuro‑Brasil STEM Fund—more a work‑study grant than a star‑scholarship. The program prized his quick situational reads and steady hands over published papers, making Los Angeles a good fit. At UCLA he covers midnight hours in Boelter Hall’s microscopy lab, breaking down soil and water samples for senior researchers who value accuracy delivered under time pressure. When classmates struggle with finicky equipment, Chane is the one who flicks a switch, sees the problem at a glance, and has the fix in place before anyone finishes the sentence.
Outside coursework his footprint stays minimal. Landlord reviews describe him as “quiet, punctual, pays in advance.” Echo‑Park neighbors report a single narrow mattress, rows of perfectly aligned glassware, and a habit of returning home just before dawn. Social media yields almost nothing. Student gossip calls him “the guy who’s never late but never stays,” noting how he sets beakers in ruler‑straight formations and ducks campus cameras as if by reflex.
Chane volunteers occasionally for Heal the Bay night clean‑ups; organizers say he’s excellent at spotting microplastics others miss but shrugs when asked to run data crunches afterward. Track‑club regulars have seen him practice vaulting low rails and rooftop gaps at off hours, showing nimble reflexes yet no real interest in formal meets. Security staff swear he once disappeared between two CCTV frames on a stairwell chalked up to a blind spot, though no one else pulls that trick.
Academically steady, socially peripheral, and almost preternaturally aware of his surroundings, Moreno moves through UCLA more like a cautious scout than a budding research star, present in the moment, eyes always gauging the room, and gone the instant his task concludes.
Contacts
Linha-Reta -She taught me that emotion dulls the blade. She measured my results, not my feelings, and trimmed anything that wasted motion. If I drift off function, she will recycle me without hesitation—that is why her lessons hold.
RP Hooks
Campus Coffee Labs: Chane camps in UCLA’s engineering café between labs, scribbling molecule diagrams on napkins. Sit, swap class notes, compare lab disasters; easy first contact.
Straighten My Mess: If your dorm desk is chaos, offer him the challenge, he gets to impose perfect order; you get things actually sorted.
Boiler Room Curiosity: Strange sound in a service tunnel? He’ll come look; practical mechanical sense and steady nerves in tight spaces. Bring flashlights.
Campus Rooftop Air Pulls: Chane climbs UCLA’s rooftops at dusk to bottle “strange fog” samples. Anyone from science majors to occultists can tag along; share your meter readings, ritual insights, or plain old keen senses for a split of the data.
Pop‑Up Venom Lab: Need a toxin identified or neutralized? Chane sets up a midnight bench in a disused chem storeroom. Pay in lore, blood sample, or urban legend; he hands back antidote kits or concentrated paralytic.
Silk Shadow Sightings: A lean figure has been spotted stretched flat against UCLA’s brick walls at midnight, stringing hair‑thin threads between vents. Curious climbers or night patrols might intercept him while he works.
Undercity Footprints: Security cameras in storm drains show brief flashes of bare footprints that end in mid-passage. Explorers who follow might meet Chane testing new routes and willing to barter maps.
