Risk

A spunky teenage-lookng girl with black hair and a variety of vibrant clothes. Her eyes seem to have a hidden depth, as if her wisecracking jokes and large amounts of sarcasm are hiding something within. They change colours according to her mood.

Personality

She's a snarky, nimble-witted girl who loves a challenge. Not much is known about her other than she goes by the name of 'Risk' and plays games for a living. And, uh, sometimes she can snap. Just a warning.

Equipment

Risk has with her, at all times, three decks of fifty-two playing cards and three die, each red with black dots. They seem to channel some supernatural power. She also has a tarot deck.

Risk's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 16:18:59, as written by feralfairy

Risk kicked open the door, shedding light into the bar, in a very dramatical and awesome way, with a large smirk on her features. "Hello, victims, friends, and enemies!"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 16:40:27, as written by feralfairy

Risk The raven-haired girl made a 'tsk' sound as she went unacknowledged and slunk over to the counter. "What can a girl do to get attention around here." She muttered to herself.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 16:57:05, as written by feralfairy

Risk The girl let out a laugh at the events unfolding within the bar. It really was ridiculous. Snaking a long arm behind the counter, she stole a large mug of ale. In the background, she could've swore she heard screaming, but she passed it off as someone watching soap-operas in their room.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:03:04, as written by feralfairy

Risk pulled out a 'Fool' tarot card, flipping it over and over in her fingers, rather bored now. The card could apply to pretty much anyone in the room, as predictable as they were. But apparently there was one that triumphed over the rest. Who?

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:07:50, as written by feralfairy

Risk She gave Oracleios a curious look, but took the water with a nod. "Thanks. You wouldn't happen to want to play a game? The cards are getting anxious, being underused, and besides, I'm curious as to who this 'Fool' is." She held up the decorated card with a smirk, gulping down the water.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:10:03, as written by feralfairy

Risk " Any game whatsoever. Games are, well, my game." She gave Roseline Takeko a smile and crossed her ankles. "Would you like to play the game, too?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:17:47, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk shook her head at Lark Farley, who had inhabited her card. "I meant a human Fool, not the literal. Ah, but you're out anyway now. Not much I can do about that." She flipped the card over and shook it, attempting to get him out all the way from her card. "You fool, want to play a game with me? Take a risk, take a chance?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:24:19, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk laughed at the Fool, having no other option, as he was a fool, after all. "The Game is the game in which one proves their mettle. Can you handle the heat of the Game?" She cocked her head sideways, silen for a moment upon seeing Lark Farley whole, and with one tapering finger she tapped his head. "What game do you like to play?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:34:21, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk giggled and pulled on Lark Farley's hair lightly, before reaching back to drink her ale. This Fool brought out not-very-well-hidden side, the foolish instead of the serious. It was always a risk she loved to take. "I did not call, Fool, but that does not matter. You're here! We'll play a lovely game, then, a bloody game of fun!" She smirked, pulling out her deck of playing cards. All the signs were wrong, but that did not matter. Spreading them out on an invisible table, or perhaps just air, she crooked her finger. "Pick a card, any card. It's a risk!"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:48:27, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk shook her head, the card floating gently to her hand. She grinned at the rhymes of the Fool. "Why, this one? In this the Fates are done. One to spin, one to measure, and one to cut. An Ace, a diamond of clubs? This is the beginning of the game. Guess!" The other cards were swept up and shuffled, then stored in a hidden pocket, while three die were taken from her pouch with sleight of hand. One was red, another blue, and another bright green. The facets were painted eyes, all of them, watching.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 17:55:34, as written by feralfairy

Risk has not abandoned the Fool.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-05 23:57:45, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk entered the bar in a dark blue night dress, with a low-cut neck and short bottom. It would have been suave, sexy even, if not for the millions of sparkles eminating from it, nearly blinding. With a grin, she pulled out another tarot card at random - the Traitor. Also known as the Hanged Man. Grinning foolishly, she tossed it into the air. The card lengthened and transformed into a life-size, smelly, slowly-bleeding Hanged Man. Right next to her seat at the counter.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 19:57:45, as written by feralfairy

Risk A raven-haired girl in a slinky, blindlingly-sparkling night dress appeared at the counter. Next to her was The Hanged Man, a life-size, once-living embodiment of her card. A man hanging by one foot from a cross, dried blood on the wooden platform below him. The girl was shuffling a deck of average playing cards nonchalantly, as if bored already and if she had been here all along.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 20:05:56, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk stowed her cards with a smooth motion, pulling out her tarot deck again. SHe loved that old deck, really. Spreading them out on an invisible, or perhaps magical, table, she gave the inhabitants a sly grin. "Would anyone like their fortune told - by a deck rumoured to be true and old?" Sure, that wasn't a very good rhyme. Who cared? Games were games. Next to her, The Hanged Man swung from an unfeelable breeze, old rope creaking.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 20:14:50, as written by feralfairy

Risk Risk gave a grin at the bars reaction - nothing. "Fortune? Who wants to know their fortune? Whether it be dull or bright, or black and white, or dark and light?" Her eyes flicked with interest at the other hanged person in the room before snapping her fingers and returning to her game.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 20:23:20, as written by feralfairy

Risk The raven-haired girl cocked her head, ceasing smiling. She clapped her hands together, and with a jerky movement, the rope on The Hanged Man's leg lengthened. He collapsed to the ground in a heap. She clapped again, and the lifeless body rose. It rose and collapsed, rose and collapsed, over and over. Risk's smile returned. "Fortunes, fortunes. See what the future holds - shall you die young or old?" As she finished proclaiming, The Hanged Man's rope retracted and he resumed his normal hanging position. If no one wanted a fortune fro her, fine. She would go back to poker. But tarot was always fun.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 20:36:02, as written by feralfairy

Risk She scowled at Sky, who had just walked by. "Her, good sir, I am a her." But her face brightened again. "Would you like your fortune to hear? The Fates are whispering in my ear." The Hanged Man cracked open an empty eyelid to gaze at the brave one before snapping it shut again.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 20:45:42, as written by feralfairy

Risk She nodded, moving the magic table the cards were laid out upon to accommodate him on the other side of her from The Hanged Man. Risk cautiously took his hand, and if he allowed her would tap at it's central point before letting go. The black-haired girl in the shiny dress swept up her cards, shuffled them intricately, and laid them out in a complex pattern. It wasn't the usual tarot pattern, no way. But there was one clear card in the center, and she gestured for Sky to flip it. "Are you ready?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 20:56:05, as written by feralfairy

Risk The center card was the Wheel of Fortune. Risk laughed when she saw it. On the card, the wheel itself began to spin, faster and faster, until it rose out of the clouds painted on and into Gambit's Bar. It kept on spinning, the inscription 'TARO' blurring until it stopped completely, to show that instead it spelled 'Salem.' "Hm, what an interesting card. Is your past truly marred?" Salem, eh? This game got even more fun by the second. Her hands quickly flipped the rest of the cards. "Would you like me to tell you the meaning of the rest?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-06 21:08:39, as written by feralfairy

Risk She smiled thinly at him, and the wheel sunk down again into the center card. "Well, this one here? The World. Success. The Tower, Chaos. The Hermit, Reclusion." She went on to give definitions of each the cards placed around the center, with the exception of the High Priestess, the Hierophant, the Hanged Man, and the Sun. "These cards are placed to your fate. Still interested? Do you believe in such a work such as mine?" Risk took the risk and laid the cards, but she wouldn't go any farther if her efforts were in vain.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by feralfairy

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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