Chav

A Chav (masc.), or, Chavette (fem.) are a subculture of British youth living in big populous cities, but also seen up North. They mostly reside in council or dilapidating estates of sorts. This habitat is a factor of their rowdy and hooligan-like behaviour.

Appearance:
A chav will normally wear a tracksuit to show 'wealth' but they're fucking broke. The brand (Nike, Emporio Armani, Adidas) will almost always be fake as well. Sometimes, they wear bomber jackets to look like roadmen. Chavs smoke. Chavettes dress trashy too, with tight leather or spandex pants as if they're Posion or Ratt. They have fake eyelashes looking like feathers and their foundation is heavy. They wear short shiny puffer jackets and have visibly layered lip gloss, never lipstick. Their fake nails are as long as their husband's dick. The thickness of their mascara is normally indicative of their attitude. Father chavs will have flat caps and are sometimes bald + overweight. Mother chavs are like their daughters but visibly older and more haggard from smoking.

Employment:
Chavs claim council benefits. This is supposed to help them shop for food and necessities for their three stupid children but it does not. They are young since they are school or college dropouts.

BEWARE: A chav cannot be greeted in any way. A "hallo", "good afternoon" or even a closer (but still far) cry to their shit language- "alright mate?" will be responded to by a rude and unintelligible sound. In their friend groups, they normally shout loudly and drink cheap beer, lager or cider in cans. They also make gun shooting noises which is distinguishable from other 'words' by the prolonged 'a' vowel and 'k' consonant. "Skkkrrrpaap" or "braaaaap" (credit to blahwhat).

If you encounter a chav and they instigate a fight, tell them to get on their bikes and throw your drink at them. They will run after you so be prepared to either smoke them or dash. They might beat you and steal your bike if you try to cycle away so bring your buddies who can help you out.

Charley: walkin down the street and glances at Chav
Chav: Ay you fackin' wot blud pulls down pants
Charley: Runs
Chav: Yea piss off fam skrrraap pap fackin bellend WANKER!
Charley: *cries*