Chris Loos
Favorite Game: Film and Theater Styles (FATS)
Interesting Fact: A bald eagle can kill a small deer and get away with it.
Personal Improv Rule: Never go to an Outer Plane when the Prime Material will do just fine.
The anointed son of the King of Stars and the Queen of Games, Chris Loos was born from a snowdrift on a chill summer’s day in the America’s Greatest Industrial Park, New Jersey. He spent most of his childhood and young adulthood in Sussex County, in the far northwest of the state, doing such activities that befit someone from that area, like huntin’ for crawdads, shootin’ bucks, playin’ four-square, and drivin’ pick-em-up trucks. Finding these things utterly detestable, Chris was imbued with a deep cynicism that is only alleviated when in the presence of small animals (or big animals, any animals really), good friends, a dose of Lexapro, and/or Earl Grey tea.
Arriving at TCNJ in the Fall of 2015, Chris chose first to study History and Secondary Education before thinking, “nah,” and changed to purely History. This was, by all accounts, a good decision. After a year and some change of the utmost self-doubt and rationalization, Chris tried out for the Mixed Signals in the Fall of 2016, when The Family most graciously accepted him into their midst. This was, by all accounts, also a good decision.
Chris enjoys bad puns (the more steps of logic required, the better), moonlit walks on the beach, the aforementioned alleviators of cynicism, surrealist comedy, the evisceration of the bourgeoisie, Dungeons and Dragons, theatre, and sweaters. He is, at his utmost, an utter caricature of himself, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Interesting Fact: A bald eagle can kill a small deer and get away with it.
Personal Improv Rule: Never go to an Outer Plane when the Prime Material will do just fine.
The anointed son of the King of Stars and the Queen of Games, Chris Loos was born from a snowdrift on a chill summer’s day in the America’s Greatest Industrial Park, New Jersey. He spent most of his childhood and young adulthood in Sussex County, in the far northwest of the state, doing such activities that befit someone from that area, like huntin’ for crawdads, shootin’ bucks, playin’ four-square, and drivin’ pick-em-up trucks. Finding these things utterly detestable, Chris was imbued with a deep cynicism that is only alleviated when in the presence of small animals (or big animals, any animals really), good friends, a dose of Lexapro, and/or Earl Grey tea.
Arriving at TCNJ in the Fall of 2015, Chris chose first to study History and Secondary Education before thinking, “nah,” and changed to purely History. This was, by all accounts, a good decision. After a year and some change of the utmost self-doubt and rationalization, Chris tried out for the Mixed Signals in the Fall of 2016, when The Family most graciously accepted him into their midst. This was, by all accounts, also a good decision.
Chris enjoys bad puns (the more steps of logic required, the better), moonlit walks on the beach, the aforementioned alleviators of cynicism, surrealist comedy, the evisceration of the bourgeoisie, Dungeons and Dragons, theatre, and sweaters. He is, at his utmost, an utter caricature of himself, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.