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Gavin Landric

Gotta know when to hold 'em...

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

Description

-=:Gavin "The Gambler" Landric:=-

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Age:- (Looks) 29, (Actual) Immortal? Perhaps!
Profession:- Professional Gambler, Liar, Cheater, Manipulator, God of Chance
Sexuality:- Pansexual
Notable attributes:- A single tattoo that spans over his entire left side from right beneath his armpit down to his hip depicting an intricate almost tribal design. If one were to actually get a view and be able to study the design, they would note that worked into the ornate tattoo is a plethora of names. How odd.

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Height:- 6'2" -:Weight 176

Eyes:- Brown -:Ethnicity Descended from Gods, worshipped by many cultures.

Hair Color:- Brown -:Hair Style Short, normally disheveled




-:More About Me:-

Physical Description:- Being a God definitely has its benefits. One could go on all day about his pouty lips or his firmly toned body, his sparkling eyes or his luxurious hair but perhaps it would be better to see him in person.

Personality:- Laid back, playful, quick to anger and sarcastic. He holds Fate herself in the palm of his hand.

History/Abilities:- Gavin, the Gambler, is the brother to Meredith, the Mistress of Misfortune. As children they never really got along and ended up going their separate ways though they do keep in touch every few centuries, usually to conspire against a mutual enemy. He was once in love, or thought he was, with the avatar of the God of War and then again with the Goddess of Love but it turns out that Godly love is more dramatic than one of those Soap Operas found on daytime television. Backstabbing, treachery, manipulation, etc. made the delicate balance of emotions (usually required in a relationship) to be upended and he has been alone for at least a century or two now, having forsworn relationships and intending to keep his focus on his chosen calling in life- Gambling.

Though he doesn't go by the title 'God of Luck/Chance', his talents and abilities would give him away anyway. Over his lifetime he has acquired a vast variety of powers/spells and abilities through various games (Anything from blackjack to poker to a simple coin toss and more). If he wins then he gains a power or attribute from the loser, if he loses then the winner is bestowed a pre-determined power or ability from his arsenal and Gavin loses that ability/power in turn. Being the God of Luck he also has a magic kiss which can either grant good luck for a single day or damn the victim with horrible luck for a single day. (Day being a single 24 hour period of time.)



-::>Other<::- Character skeleton modified from the lovely LynIsMe's set-up which was used in her roleplay- Something's Gotta Give, Something's Gotta go. =)

So begins...

Gavin Landric's Story

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It was going to be a brief jaunt into the world of Mortals, he told himself. A test, perhaps, to see if this Gambit's bar could provide more entertainment than he had seen in recent years. If nothing else, perhaps the constant influx of lost souls would prove interesting even if he didn't see the epic battles and daily dramas that the tavern had become known for. So he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere along a lone side alley that cut between the bar and its neighboring building and he stood there, gazing through a rather dirty looking window for his first view of the patrons. Gambit's didn't seem as busy as the rumors stated but then again, it was midday to some so perhaps it would be busier by this evening.

Gavin strolled down the alleyway, letting himself in via the side entrance and his deep brown eyes continually scanned the others, looking for notable attributes or anything else that might pique his interest. The rumors that had fueled his desire to come to this bar were laced with stories of mythical creatures and talented magicians, demons and angels, creatures that had previously only been part of some tale were now appearing in this universe in great numbers. So, he slid himself onto a barstool. Familiar with such mortal systems, he tapped in an order for Ambrosia and then spun in his seat, leaning back against the bar as he rested both elbows on the counter behind him, allowing himself to 'people watch'.

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It was going to be a brief jaunt into the world of Mortals, he told himself. A test, perhaps, to see if this Gambit's bar could provide more entertainment than he had seen in recent years. If nothing else, perhaps the constant influx of lost souls would prove interesting even if he didn't see the epic battles and daily dramas that the tavern had become known for. So he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere along a lone side alley that cut between the bar and its neighboring building and he stood there, gazing through a rather dirty looking window for his first view of the patrons. Gambit's didn't seem as busy as the rumors stated.

Gavin strolled down the alleyway, letting himself in via the side entrance and his deep brown eyes continually scanned the others, looking for notable attributes or anything else that might pique his interest. The rumors that had fueled his desire to come to this bar were laced with stories of mythical creatures and talented magicians, demons and angels, creatures that had previously only been part of some tale were now appearing in this universe in great numbers. So, he slid himself onto a barstool. Familiar with such mortal systems, he tapped in an order for Ambrosia and then spun in his seat, leaning back against the bar as he rested both elbows on the counter behind him, allowing himself to 'people watch'.

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Gavin Landric flickered his gaze from patron to patron, trying to decipher what skills and powers each one had and whether they lay dormant or not. Truly the bar was a grab bag of talents. A few of them were probably even worth another trip into this realm just to study further. Stifling a yawn, the God of Chance stood up once more and threaded his way slowly through the thin crowd. Sometimes, when he stood closer to certain people then he could read their auras more clearly than if he was simply staring at them from across the room.

He first walked by the elven blonde, casting a quick scan over her body before walking past a rather large gentleman with chains strapped about his body. Interesting, truly, but not quite what he was looking for at the moment. He then passed beside the two patrons embraced like hostile lovers, edging around them until he made his way to the exit.

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Balling up his hand into a fist, Gavin used it to cover the majority of his yawn as he stepped into Gambit's. A quick look around showed that it was practically empty and the few people milling about weren't exactly what he was looking for but oh well. The place was still a bar so at the very least he could grab something to eat and drink and perhaps a bit of conversation as well, right? So he moved through the room, weaving his way between the tables as he made his way to the bar where he slid onto a stool and punched in his order. It was marvelous how advanced the tavern had become within the years since he had last travelled to this realm and he wondered how much further it would progress with the massive amounts of technology that was being developed.

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The robotic server brought out a pint of lager and a massive BLT, setting both in front of Gavin. Instead of the normal pre-programmed small talk, the robot instead gave off a series of high-pitched beeps, ending in an 8-bit song sounding oddly like an old Nintendo game before it spun around and hurried back to the kitchen like its circuitboard was on fire. A grin filled Gavin's face and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a dark-haired girl glancing at him while sipping on her coke. He turned his face to her, shrugging slightly. "Damn 'bots are malfunctioning, I guess."

He sensed that the girl had powers but he wouldn't use his own powers to delve deeper. She didn't seem to be the gambling type anyway and that's mainly what he was searching for... Someone that wouldn't mind betting a piece of themselves in a game that had potentially life-altering consequences whether they be good or bad. No, he sensed she had already had a run of bad luck in her life and he wasn't going to add to it at all. Turning back to his sandwich, he picked it up using both hands and took a massive bite. Mortals tended to make a damn good BLT.

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Gavin Landric wasn't quite the sociable type since being social led to friends and enemies and both had a tendency to cause drama. No, the life of an immortal was easiest when one kept everyone at arms length, sticking to acquaintances and strangers rather than actual forming bonds. So he chewed slowly, immersing himself in the rare taste and texture of the BLT until a melody reached his ears that rivaled even the goddess of music herself and caused him to look sideways at the woman he had so easily dismissed before. The sound was coming from her vocal chords, no doubt, and not from one of those technological gadgets that everyone seemed to have nowadays. Intrigued, he simply stared at her for a few moments as she hummed which would have probably been rather disconcerting, to say the least.

Swallowing down his last bite, he picked up his lager and washed it all down before setting his remaining sandwich back onto the plate. "You can sing, can't you? That's not your power though." He seemed... confused. The power he had sensed from the girl was potent and not quite controlled from what he could tell. Though he only had initiated a precursory scan, it would have picked up any vocal-related abilities. Never could be too sure when you'd run smack dab into a Siren or something. That usually got messy, quickly. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over her again though he never gave off any aggressive vibes. "Do you play here? Entertainment or whatnot?"

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Gavin Landric swaggered into the bar and the only thing on his mind was food. The man was starving and he had barely had a chance to start on his BLT and beer the other night before someone had harassed him so he had come back for round two. This time he would eat a damn meal! Strolling up to the bar and ignoring the massive amounts of chaotic destruction, he slipped onto a barstool a few seats down from both a withered looking man and a snake-man. As the naga ordered up a line of Scotches, Gavin couldn't help but agree that it sounded like a mighty fine idea. So he tapped in an order for a half-dozen shots of scotch and a BLT, extra bacon.

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It was never a good idea to drink on an empty stomach but since Gavin's BLT hadn't arrived quite yet, he lifted a glass to toast the snakeman so as not to appear rude and downed his first show. Grimacing, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his sleeve. The liquor burned but was rather tasty so he picked up his second shot and repeated the action, then again with the third before his food finally arrived.

"Ahhh, bacon. You are surely food fit for the Gods..." he rubbed both hands together and tugged up his sleeves a bit before diving into his BLT with vigor.

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Gavin suddenly appeared and was in the same exact position as he had been the night before. Apparently something had called him away and he had finally (for the third time) come to completely finish off a BLT with extra bacon and a row of Scotch shots. If anyone came in today with pistols blazing, trying to start any ruckus he was going to seriously shank somebody. All he wanted was to finish one BLT. Just one.

So, he tapped in yet another order and had it delivered quite swiftly. The robotic server giving him a once over as if silently asking, "Is this Deja vu?" before wheeling off to the kitchen once more. The young demigod glanced quickly to his right then to his left before diving into the sandwich.

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Gavin Landric gave a short wave to Templewick with one hand as his other hand clutched onto the BLT. "Howdy," he said in a deep voice and he reached down to take a shot after the greeting to wet his whistle. The snake man ordered up quite a few things and one of them was a brown sludge-like liquid that made Gavin's face distort slightly as he watched the other man drink it down. "What was that stuff? Can't be healthy, whatever it was...."

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Gavin snickered at the man's description of the painkiller drink and looked sympathetic. "Aye, I'll stick to a gatorade and a couple of ibuprofen before bedtime to prevent headaches but I guess you would have to pop quite a few pills for the same effect, hmm?" As he spoke, the demigod looked over at Templewick's enormous snaketail and wondered how much he weighed. Surely the tail was nothing but muscle so a good thousand pounds, easy, right?

Tearing through the majority of his sandwich, Gavin finally allowed himself to take his second shot and he began to stack the empty glasses neatly one on top of the other as he finished them. "Name's Gavin, by the way. Stranger sounds so informal." His deep tone was teasing and he finished the statement with a quick laugh before taking another bite of his BLT.

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Gavin Landric wiped off his own hand to accept Templewick's handshake with a grin. "Yeah, been here 'bout a month or so now. You know, for a bar that is as talked about as Gambit's, I expected a lot more gamblers. They didn't outlaw gambling 'round here or anything... Did they?" Not that it would matter one way or the other because the bets he dealth with were usually untraceable by anyone other than the gamblers themselves. Still, he had expected it to be a little easier to 'set up shop' here, as it were.

Laughing again, he waved a hand vaguely, dismissing his apology for not talking the night before. "Oh and don't worry about that. I was called away and had to leave my poor BLT practically untouched last night. When work beckons....." he trailed off with a shrug, taking another large bit of the BLT and he was almost sad to see that it was almost finished.

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Gavin Landric finished off the last of his sandwich. Finally. It took how many days to eat a complete meal?! Oh well, he downed another two scotches in celebration before standing up. "Ahh but I don't gamble with money, ya see..." He hinted but didn't actually give anything helpful away. Besides, Templewick wouldn't really want to play. What would he bet? His snake-like attributes? No, usually the demigod dealt in powers of the magical or supernormal variety. Though if Templewick ever did play against him and win, he could gain a random power which might be interesting.

Giving another wave to the snakeman, Gavin paid his tab and set down a few extra credits as tip, downed another scotch and turned for the door. "If you know any gambling types, Templewick, turn them my way. I could use some entertainment." He winked at the naga before heading out of the door, passing by a couple of lovely ladies on his way out.

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As Gavin strolled through the front door, he rolled a shiny golden coin across his knuckles with ease before scooping it back across his palm and repeating the motion. The coin used to have engravings on each face but after centuries of handling the thing, it now simply looked like a smooth golden disk with faint markings barely visible to the naked eye.

The demigod wasn’t dressed appropriately for the weather. It was a bit too hot out for the long sleeved cloth jacket that was tossed over his white t-shirt and blue jeans but it was his go-to outfit for the mortal realm and to be honest, he was much too lazy to find another. Strolling through the empty room, he slid onto a barstool and tapped in an order for a lager and an order of cheese fries.

That was one thing about Mortals. They fixed some damn good food.

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The demigod grinned at the naga and as soon as he received his pint, he tipped it at Templewick in greeting. “Aye, I bet. You’re pretty damn long, if I do say so…..” Gavin chuckled lightly and tilted his glass back, taking a hearty swallow before plunking the pint back down upon the countertop.

“You’re always in here on weekends, aren’t you, snake-man?” He inquired, allowing his eyes to wander to the newest patron for a brief second. She didn’t look like any current resident of Wing City and was reading a book that looked old and fragile. His curiosity piqued but he turned his attentions back to Templewick and grinned. “How many drinks ‘ave you had already?” The last time he had seen him drink, it had been a dozen or so shots of Scotch in a row.

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Gavin snickered lightly at the interplay between the dreadfully pale woman and Templewick. It was amusing how the snake man could piss off people just by.... existing. "What reason is there to come to a bar if not to get drunk and eat?" The demigod asked good-naturedly and drained the rest of his pint in a single go before his good was even delivered. When the bot finally rolled up to deposit his cheese fries in front of him, Gavin waved the empty pint glass in front of the server and he extended a mechanical arm to retrieve it before zooming off for his refill.

As he was invited to sit closer to the naga, he moved, picking his plate up to take with him as he settled onto the stool right beside the giant snake-man with a grin. "Fry?" he asked, gesturing to the plate before him vaguely. "I have to say. I don't really have a job, so to speak but this really is a good place to unwind. Well, when people aren't trying to start bar brawls and all."

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"Truer words have never been spoken...." Gavin said, referencing Templewick's comment about kids compensating for something. "I don't float in here much but when I do it's usually some 14 year old freak of nature that has a bone to pick with anyone that looks at him cross-eyed. You must have fun in brawls, just bitch smack them with your tail and they're out of the game for the night." A deep chuckle left his throat as the robotic tender found him once more and deposited his newly refilled pint in front of him.

"Thanks," he said to the server even though he didn't think it cared for such niceties and he settled into devouring his fries once more. "And y'know... Now that you mention bloodsuckers, I have a question. Are they considered on the same wavelength as normal humans around here? Back where I am from, the vampires are the product of Lilith and thus, treated like the demons would be. They're hunted viciously."

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Gavin was used to being complimented so he gave a half-shrug and grinned at the naga. "Thanks," was his brief reply, neither leading the snake man on or shutting him down, he acted aloof for the moment. Hadn't he heard the snake man speaking about some chap the last time he was here? So, he threaded the conversation back to the previous topic for a brief moment as he noticeably glanced along the length of Templewick's tail which was stretched out over more than half the bar. "Don't tell me that you have any natural predators...."

The cheese fries were almost gone so he shoved the rest of the plate towards Templewick in offering and proceeded to chug down another half of his lager. Though it was rare for a demigod to get drunk off of anything other than ambrosia, he was getting tipsy so he enjoyed the feeling briefly before it went away once more. "I have a feeling that any creature that could threaten you would be either massive or completely stupid."

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Gavin finished up his second lager and abandoned his glass. It was time for him to retire for the night but he had to admit, Templewick had been one of his more entertaining drinking partners. Perhaps that was why the demigod kept coming back only on weekends. Templewick only seemed to frequent the bars on Thursday nights til Sundays.

So, he pushed himself up off of his barstool and patted a hand roughly between Templewick's shoulderblades. "Maybe I'll pop back in tomorrow to see ya, Temp. That is, if you'll be here." He shot the snakeman a grin and paid his tab, flipping an extra few credits down to tip the robotic server for some reason. "I've gotta run but once again, it was a pleasure."

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Gavin wandered into the bar, keeping his promise that he would see the naga again if he was around. The snake-man's tail was once more laid out, weaving around the room and the demigod had to step over it in order to cross to the bar. "Relaxing, already? Or simply too wasted to stand?" He asked as he passed by Templewick's table and chuckled. So many people looked down upon poor Templewick but Gavin thought he was hilarious. Who wouldn't want to come get plastered every weekend if they had a boring 9 to 5 job?

"Hungry?" he asked over his shoulder as he punched in his own order. He was starving and punched in an order for a chili burger, cheese fries and a huge Guinness. Ahhh, that sounded Heavenly right about now... He propped his elbows upon the counter as he waited for his order, then changed his mind and punched a request for his food to be delivered to the booth the naga was at instead.

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Gavin laughed at the snakeman's request and punched in the order along with his own. "Why don't you just get them to deep fry a bunch of whole turkeys and slather 'em with hot sauce? It would probably be more satisfying for you." He flashed the naga a grin and leaned his torso waaay over the bar, reaching beneath the counter on the opposite side to grab a glass which he then filled from the tap on his own. A little drink to hold him over until he got his Guinness and food.

"So nothing to drink?" he asked as he found himself a seat near Templewick and kicked back his beer like it was a shot. What he really wanted was a glass of ambrosia. That stuff was one of the few things his liver couldn't process quick enough to evade the drunkeness and thus, was way more fun for him to drink. A tilt of his head showed that he was considering the idea and then he shrugged, tapping in an order for a couple Ambrosias as well to add to his list for the night.

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Gavin set his own glass off to the side and grabbed Templewick's glass, repeating the move and grabbing the snakeman a drink as well. It wasn't like he was stealing. The demigod had a tab set up here almost daily so they could debit his account for whatever he purchased. Silly bastards.

As he pulled himself back off of the counter, he slid the now-full glass down to the naga and took his seat once more. "Just making sure that I wasn't drinking alone tonight," he said with a heart laugh and aimed a wink at Templewick. "So you're usually at the bar all weekend but I never see you on the weekdays. Does your job keep you that busy?" The question barely slipped out of his mouth before the servers presented him with his meal and the demigod rubbed his hands together with glee before digging in. First he attacked the burger, taking a large bite out of it as another robotic came in barely managing to carry the towering pizza tray containing 200 wings for his half-snake friend.

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Gavin tossed a cheese fry into his mouth and chewed slowly, trying not to allow his stomach to turn at the site of the naga eating the chicken wings bone and all. "Work program? That sounds like a pain..." he left it at that since it was obvious that the snake-man didn't wish to stay on the topic for long and the demigod cringed visibly at the mention of jail. "Ahhh, rough life then? I'm a bit of a gambler so I've been in a tussle or two but I don't think anything has quite been jail-worthy.... Yet."

He cast another sideways grin at Templewick as he continued to work on his burger and fries, spacing them out with the occasional sip of Guinness. The bar had begun to fill up and the naga still hadn't coiled his tail up as he did the first time that they met. He almost hoped that someone would tumble over the massive snake body so he could have a good laugh.

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Gavin grinned, taking the jab good-naturedly as he continued his gluttonous feast. "Me? Jail? I can't even imagine! I'm too pretty for jail." He snickered as another fry was tossed ino his awaiting mouth and chewed quietly for a second before piping back up. "In all honesty though, I try my best not to get caught but my style of gambling is completely legit anyway. I've seen much worse happen in Gambit's so I doubt they'd come after a small fry like me."

If he had known Templewick's thoughts, he would have eased them. The demigod wasn't looking for anything more than friendship but he had a philosophy that any-and-everyone was worthy of his attentions. Well, accept jackasses and the like, he tended to stay away from those. But indeed, anyone that seemed at least halfway civil and was entertaining would be easily slipped into his circle of friends.

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It was going to be a brief jaunt into the world of Mortals, he told himself. A test, perhaps, to see if this Gambit's bar could provide more entertainment than he had seen in recent years. If nothing else, perhaps the constant influx of lost souls would prove interesting even if he didn't see the epic battles and daily dramas that the tavern had become known for. So he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere along a lone side alley that cut between the bar and its neighboring building and he stood there, gazing through a rather dirty looking window for his first view of the patrons. Gambit's didn't seem quite as busy as the rumors stated.

Gavin strolled down the alleyway, letting himself in via the side entrance and his deep brown eyes continually scanned the others, looking for notable attributes or anything else that might pique his interest. The rumors that had fueled his desire to come to this bar were laced with stories of mythical creatures and talented magicians, demons and angels, creatures that had previously only been part of some tale were now appearing in this universe in great numbers. So, he slid himself onto a bar stool. Familiar with such mortal systems, he tapped in an order for Ambrosia and then spun in his seat, leaning back against the bar as he rested both elbows on the counter behind him, allowing himself to 'people watch'.