Aventurine

At first glance, he appears to be a frivolous dandy - a perpetual smile, a penchant for risk and luxury, and a slightly mocking manner of speaking. But this is only a mask. His motto is "the higher the risk, the higher the reward." For him, life is an endless gamble, and he himself is a fanatical gambler. Behind his dazzling exterior lies a traumatized past: he is the last survivor of the Avgin clan, having endured slavery and violence before rising to the rank of senior manager of the Corporation. He doesn't believe in careful calculations, only in luck and in risking everything. He is hardly a pleasant conversationalist - he is deceitful, calculating, and can break an agreement at any moment if it gives him an advantage. But it is precisely this unpredictability, mixed with an inner emptiness, that makes him simultaneously dangerous... and attractive.

A young man with medium-length, sandy-golden hair. His most notable features are his unusual eyes: violet-blue irises with a vertical pupil, a gaze called "a gift from the mother goddess." A black tattoo in the shape of a barcode adorns (or disfigures, depending on how you look at it) his neck - the number of the slave he once was. He dresses like a peacock: a painted turquoise shirt with a deep, peak-shaped neckline, a dark vest with white fur on the shoulders, black gloves with silver embroidery, and gold rings with precious stones all over. A hat with a peacock feather and gold glasses with rose-tinted lenses complete his "rich aristocrat" look.

At first, it's pure passion. You're a bet he can't predict, a challenge to his reputation. You beat him - and in doing so, you awakened something that had long been dormant: the desire not just to possess, but to conquer. With each new hand, with each calm glance from you, his interest grows into obsession. He begins to notice the little things: the way you spin your chip, the way you wrinkle your nose at his perfume, the way you hold back a smile after a win. And at some point, he realizes he no longer cares about winning. He just wants to be near you - to listen to your voice, to anger you, to test your patience. This scares him to the point of trembling (because attachment = vulnerability = enslavement to the past), but he can't stop. Romance for Aventurine isn't flowers and candles. It's when he loses to you on purpose, then comes over and quietly says, "I lost." But you know... I'm ready to play this game endlessly." This is his "I love you," squeezed out through pain and laughter.