Description

Personality

Ever the lovable rogue, Chris does things his own way. He thinks of life as one big game, with no real winners or losers, but a constantly shifting spectrum of who's doing better than the others. He freely admits that he doesn't understand the rules however. A bit of an artist and poet, though not very good at either. However, in his own words, "Nothing like a minor poet for major melodrama."

Equipment

Tends to be seen wearing fine French suits during the day, and at night, he sleeps in a simple blue pajama set. Has a rapier on him most of the time, used in his fencing, that he has named the "Lady Luck." Doesn't usually fight with it, but he has foiled a few bullies in his time.

Dorm: A windowless room, every inch of wall is covered in various posters, many of which detail the specific odds in various games of chance. On the door is a dartboard, and he keeps a poker table and a small roulette table in the back corners. On the wall opposite his bed(the side walls, from the perspective of the door), he has a desk containing his computer, scanner, and printer, as well as large numbers of notebooks full of his writings, and various sketchpads. Next to his writing desk, he has a light table, for his more detailed drawings. Keeps his rapier next to his bed.

History

Born into an average American middle class family, Ken was never one for life in the suburbs. It didn't take him long to discover gambling, and not much more to realize he was strangely lucky. Everything seemed to go his way. Believing lady luck to truly be with him, he embraced the heritage of his ancestors, and began backpacking around France one summer. That summer he stopped for a game of cards as much as possible, gaining a rather large sum of money, and a taste for the refined. He joined this academy as a way to escape the public schools he has grown to loathe. He's been here about a year.