Aventurine

With the final card revealed, despondency, rage, helplessness, calm... Thousands of emotions immediately emerge from the faces of his opponents.

"Since we're already here, why don't we make everything more exciting?"

He puts in all his chips. Those who have accepted their losses leave the table while muttering curses, secretly hoping that he would lose.
Victories, reputation, luck... He had never cared for any of that. He's only drunk on the moment that makes his very life quiver —Hell is only one decision away from heaven.

The chips are cast as lamentations ring out, dissipating in an instant when the dust finally settles, just like this illusory sense of satisfaction.

"To have everything, or to lose everything, yet I have no power to choose..."