<strong>Bloody Chav</strong><br/><br/>Bloody Chav ruffled his robe, taking a moment to observe the bright colors of his robe in the reflection of his trailer.  Chav straightened up his pointy hat, unable to keep from smiling softly at the bright stars and pentagrams staring back at him, and he gold trim shining in the late spring air.  With a fairly deliberate step, Chav rolled a cart full of shiny objects and fireworks down the handicapped ramp of the RV, showing off a wide variety of sparklers and even a few roman candles and bottle rockets alongside the glow sticks and medallions.<br/><br/>With a theatrical attitude, Bloody Chav pushed his cart out onto the main festival grounds, waving his arms like fans.  A number of necklaces and medallions hung from his neck, practically concealing his face while the young man made his way into the crowd, handing out a few free samples.  He hemmed and hollered, agressively demanding attention and thereby becoming invisible, his antics not even passing notice.  With his magician's eyes, Bloody Chav saw both the living and the dead, giving away his status to those who had eyes to see.  These festivals weren't just for the spirits, they were for the dead too, and Chav wanted to make sure that they were getting properly scared off and appeased.