Deitz

"Well If I met him only once, I'd say he's all talk. Good at it too. Suave. Can bulldrek with the finest. I've heard he can charm a car into breaking into itself if he had to. *smiles* But, this drinking, smoking, obesessive gambler has got speed and accuracy to back up his everyword. This man even has a reputation on the streets that goes outside the team. They call him 'Trollslayer.' He lives up to it too. Has a prejudice against trolls that is almost as blood-thirsty as the meta-hater clans that sprung up in Redmond a while back. He was also one of the first to the team. And will always have his place with them, even if he never runs again. Was around when things first got started. Heard he dated an elf somewhere around when he first hit the streets of Seattle. The two fit together well, or at least made a good team. She was a runner too. The sister to a sniper who hasn't been seen since her untimely death. Shame really.

But, runners don't always come out victorious. For now. He's retired himself to running a casino here in the city called Outer Haven. Nice place. Classy. He's Living it up, and lingering like a cat around every game of poker in the city. You wanna know where to find him on leisure, check Outer Haven, or The Oriental He has a fetish for old time, western themes. Uses the gentlemen's slang too. *chuckles* Don't challenge him. He never loses his temper, but his calm is even more unnerving." ~~IceWind

"You know many people ask me how I came from getting a Diploma in Psychology, to running in the shadows, to opening one of the most exclusive casinos in Seattle, Outer Haven. Well kid, I'll let you in on the secret of my life. When I first ran away from the academy I was lost, hungry, and hopeless. That's when I ran into the Gamler. And this is what happened.........

"..And the Night got Deathly quiet and his face lost all expression. Said if you're gonna play the game boy, you gotta learn to play it right...." ~Kenny Rogers

The Gambler (Kenny Rogers)

On a warm summer evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a Gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-staring
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak

He said son, I've made my life
Out of reading people's faces
And knowing what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said, if you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right

You gotta know when to hold'em know when to fold'em
Know when to walk away, know when to run
You never count your money, when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin', when the dealin's done

Now, every gambler knows
The Secret to survivin'
Is knowing what to throw away
'Cause every hand's a loser
And every hand's a winner
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep

So when he'd finished speakin'
He turned back to the window
Crushed out the cigarette
And faded off to sleep
Then somewhere in the darkness
The Gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep

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