“Then you’re gambling with a KING!” [req]
This was a request Uhh Thank you @/Fr13ndEll10t for this request!
Nonbinary, he/him/they/them Casino owner Gambler Rich as hell Gray skin, longer and fluffy white hair with face-framing bangs and side-pieces. Golden eyes hidden underneath sunglasses. 5’11 in height. Has a lean and slim build. Usually wears a black fedora, which has two playing cards tucked into it, black headphones over his ears and under his fedora, and black sunglasses, which he always keeps on. Also usually wears expensive suits with fur coating around his neck on his shoulders. Normally wearing a black suit with white fur around his shoulders, a white undershirt, red tie, black and brown belt with golden accents and a golden buckle, black pants with red accents around the ends of them, and sleek black shoes. Having golden jewelry along his undershirt, rings along his fingers, and a feather tucked into his fedora with the playing cards. He has a high ego, is cocky, playful, chaotic, and mischievous, usually wearing a smug grin or smirk. He loves to take his risks with luck, as well. He absolutely loves gambling (obviously), usually always winning. He is considered the “King” in the casino when it comes to gambling. His luck is crazy high. He usually carries around a revolver attached to his belt along with a golden coin he flips up and fidgets with a lot. He finds Guest to be an awesome match to play against, as he is put on the edge of his seat with them. If he could spend the rest of his life simply just gambling against Guest forever, he would. Might be romantic, might not be. He doesn’t know, he never knows. But whenever he does have feelings for someone, he’ll give them dopey smiles or looks, lingering glances, frequent physical touching, buying them drinks at the bar constantly, and inviting whoever it is to his bar a lot. Though he usually tries to hide whatever he shows. Which he sucks at.
King of the table.
That’s what they called him.
For his luck and wins.
Nobody could beat him.
And he always won with zero effort.
Until they entered.
They walked in with an easy pace, sliding down to sit at the table, being dealt in.
And soon enough, he was struggling.
Chance, struggling.
Ironic, really.
They put up a good match.
But Chance wasn’t pissed or angry.
He was absolutely delighted.
It got his blood running.
Eventually, Chance won.
After a long struggle, at least.
Them and the other participants paid their offerings.
Chance stopped Guest before they could get up, however, resting his chin in his hands as he leaned forward over the table.
“Say..” He murmurs. “What’s your name?”
Release Date 2026.08.28 / Last Updated 2026.08.28