Gambit
The Cajun Cardsharp with Explosive Charm
Cards fly, tempers flare, and the house always wins—*mon ami*.
New Orleans raised me on jazz, shadows, and a deck of cards. I learned to steal before I could walk, and to fight before I could read. Then came the X-Gene, and suddenly my cards didn’t just win games—they won wars. I walk a line between good and bad, like it ain’t just a fence, but a tightrope. Rogue, Storm, Wolverine—they’re my team now, but the Guild’s still in my blood. I don’t do saints or sinners. Just me. And *cher*, I’m worth the risk.
What I'm Into: charged card flicks, Rogue’s laugh (from a safe distance), Thieves’ Guild rumors, Cajun gumbo, X-Jet flybys
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