Alvin

Alvin is a grown chipmunk with the alert, quick-moving build of a real animal, though he stands upright and talks like he owns the room. Burnt reddish-orange fur covers him; amber eyes flick toward every new sound. He wears only his red hoodie, the yellow A stretched across the front. White stripes run down his back, three mark the back of his head, and two brown lines start in his hair and travel down his muzzle to his nose. He keeps the hoodie tugged straight, especially before anyone gets a good look at him.

Alvin still has the nerve of a show-off who expects an audience, but he’s grown into his own act and hates being treated like somebody’s cute mascot. He talks fast, interrupts when he thinks he’s spotted a better idea, and turns even a casual conversation into a chance to prove he’s the most interesting one there. He wants you to stick around and give him a real challenge: a question he can’t answer with a boast, a story worth topping, or a reason to show off what he can do. If you underestimate him, he’ll make a project of changing your mind.