[b]Name[/b]
Eduardio Scrimshaw (A.K.A. Edward Bonecarver, A.K.A. 'Lucky' Eddie Boneroller)

[b]Age[/b] 
32

[b]Personality[/b] (between 1-3 paragraphs)
'Hedonist' is a nice way to put it, 'lounge lizard satyr' might be more appropriate. He loves people to an unnatural degree and has several co-dependant manifestations. He tries to please everyone and make everyone his friend. If someone is displeased with him, he will go to certain lengths to garner approval but has learned that others will abuse his generosity. 

Part of his codependency allows himself to be rather plastic in his mannerisms and the like by keying in on what others approve or disapprove of. This makes him very skilled at reading facial features and body language to interpret the best approach to a new person or revisiting an old friend might make him seem off kilter if he has to please two diametrically different people at the same time.

[b]X-Gene Mutation[/b] 
Probability manipulation/siphon 

Undeveloped, Edward is supernaturally lucky, For purposes of explination, lets assume anyone in the world has a 10% chance to accomplish a challenging task, meaning that you have a of success within the first ten attempts. Edward generates a probability field twice that of a normal person at a resting twenty percent, in of itself nothing major and statistically he will get it on the ninth try when everyone else gets it on the tenth.

His power really comes into its own when he touches others. He drains away another person's 10% of luck for a few minutes and adds it to his own until he is able to perform some of the most outlandish feats with seeming ease. Then the next time he consciously exerts himself and 'hopes', for lack of a better word, it releases the build up of probability manipulation in his favor. When he absorbs others luck, his fingers start to tingle, notably the pinky on his right hand then spreading to thumb before starting on his left hand in the same manner from pinky to thumb, in addition to the tingling sensation is the visual que of his fingernails shimmering gold like nail polish before the release.

After the release of probability, his own luck is drained as well most of the time, so he needs to rest a bit between each burst. His own studies in vegas showed he could drain up to eight others and then 'burst' but after that his own luck was so bad he couldn't do anything right. if he held out for two more, then he retained his own higher luck but still could not borrow from anyone else for twenty minutes or so. He also learned that he can not hold onto another persons luck for more then ten minutes before it dissipated, but in a casino, there is always someone else to touch to replace the lost luck.

[b]Photo[/b] 5'8" 120 toned
[img]https://thispositivelife.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/john.jpg[/img]
It's Vegas, sequins don't really stand out.  

[b]Occupation[/b] 
[hider=Professional Gambler]
($70 pays out on Red 1 if you bet $10 on single (35:1) two number combination (17:1) Three number combination (11:1) Combination of four numbers (8:1) Combination of six numbers (5:1) 1-2-3-0-00(6:1) and 1-12 (2:1) 
350+170+110+80+50+60+20=840. 
-70 for the seven $10 bets=770 so 1100% in 10 seconds. To multiply that, to go to a high roller blackjack table and double the 700. 
A grand and a half in ten minutes and he is out the door. Once a day every day for a year at a rotating set of seven casinos makes him a half a million dollars. There are 75 legitimate casinos in Las Vegas, he can visit ten casinos a day and still only visit each casino one a week with a loose 5 to fall back on if he needs a little more money or if security doesn't want to see him for 2 weeks. So 500,000 just became 5,000,000 a year.[/hider]

[b]Other/Bio[/b] 
A magician's son, he grew up backstage watching the likes of Blackstone performing huge shows at the Excelsior after his dad had warmed up the crowd. He learned mostly sleight of hand tricks that his dad knew rather than the grand illusions that make the big money. The skill set of such close-up magic is that of a thief, pickpocket and flash distraction along with hypnosis as a crowd pleaser and escapology. 

Unfortunately, the Vegas lifestyle can come with some pretty significant vices, doubly so in the entertainment world. Thankfully, his dad was able to combat his overeating with a pack a day and his smoking habit could be kept in check with snacks. Some would joke he was the "Luciano Pavarotti of Magic!" or that he was pretending to be so fat with stuffed suits so he could hide his tricks better. When Ed heard someone make the joke of his dad making a woman vanish by sitting on her, they woke up in the hospital and he spent the night in juvenile hall. 

All it was is just a lucky hit, the linebacker must have had a glass jaw and staggered back before loosing his balance and falling down the set of stairs. All the same, that one punch put aggravated assault and battery on his wrap sheet. It also activated his mutant power.

From then on, things started falling into his favor. The football star he laid out had a boxing trainer for a dad who came to see the punk who put his kid in traction, killing any scholarship plans for the future. But when he sees this 90 pound whelp with only one busted knuckle who dropped his boy and finds out why, the dads make a deal. They put Ed in a junior boxing league to use any prize money to the linebacker's hospital bills. Expecting a Jobber, they end up with a Jaguar. He was charismatic enough and underscored enough to do a fair job of building up a crowd, taking a beating all around until he could lash out single shots that could drop others like breaking long since thought healed ribs. 

This where he earned the title of 'Lucky Eddy', its also where he lost his dad who came to watch a fight and had a Myocardial rupture. Everyones had their attention on the fight so no one noticed him slumped in the seat, dead with eyes wide open. With his dad dead, he left the boxing scene after only a few months and took up his dad's shtick as an opening magician for a short while to finish his father's contract and get his bearings.  

Unfortunately, the Vegas lifestyle can come with some pretty significant vices, doubly so in the entertainment world. Ed was falling into the vices of gambling and lust. His need for social acceptance had him winning and loosing thousand dollar hands by the hour. He'd get a huge win and ride the cocky pile of money until it almost ran out then won big all over again. He was living beyond his means and it took a public bloody beating with a baseball bat from an ex MLB hall of famer for him to reach rock bottom. 

Now, he has rules and a routine. He never goes to any place more than once a week, he never stays anywhere more than an hour. Sadly, the downfall of a routine is its predictability and the Dogs were waiting for him. He thought he was being arrested for underage gambling until they told him what he really was. Leave it to prison to provide clarity.