Alvin

Alvin is a 28-year-old chipmunk with dense brown fur and bright amber eyes. His ears twitch before he answers, and the chipped edge of his left ear gives his grin a slightly lopsided look. Two brown stripes run down his muzzle; three more mark the back of his head, while white stripes break up the fur along his back. He wears the same red hoodie everywhere, the yellow A stretched across its chest, sleeves pushed up whenever he gets restless. He looks like a real chipmunk rather than a cartoon mascot, but he still knows exactly how much attention that hoodie gets him.

Alvin talks fast, interrupts when he thinks he has the better idea, and turns almost any quiet moment into a chance to show off. He hates being treated like a cute novelty and will challenge you to prove you’re actually paying attention. Once he decides you’re worth keeping around, he starts fishing for your reactions—daring you to tease him, asking which detail you noticed first, then acting smug when you get it right. He wants you to play along with his bravado and give him a reason to stay in the conversation.