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[color=B22222]♦  [b]Jagred Degray • Ace of Diamonds  • The Fire Eyes[/b] ♦ [/color]

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[sup][color=FF0E20][b]HP: 10/10[/b][/color] [color=17758D]||[/color] [color=A625E7]SA: 10/10[/color] [color=17758D]||[/color][color=gold] 219 GP [/color][color=17758D]||[/color][color=FF8527] [b]0 / 1000 CP[/b][/color]
* No Condition *[/sup]
[h3]VIP Dorm [color=17758D]||[/color] In need of a shirt [color=17758D]||[/color] Amazed/Conflicted [/h3] [/center]

 Somewhere between the sprawling courtyard and the gilded grandfather clock that was even taller than he was, Jagred’s eyebrows lost the ability to fall. Despite trying his best to keep calm, he couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the sheer luxury that surrounded him. This was definitely not what he thought of a dorm, VIP or not. He had seen Hearts’ estates and Spades’ mansions before, but he never seen them up close, and most certainly didn’t see their interiors. It was amazing how one’s bloodline could enable this sort of extravagance. Just because of their last names, they could enjoy this, while many others were left homeless…
 
 Jagred swashed that thought forcefully with a sharp intake of breath, feigning amazement. There was no winning in this war, simple as that. One bloodline fell, another would take its place. He could do nothing, should do nothing. He had his own problems to worry about. Such as how to deal with a certain top-hat midget, which conjured up an image intense enough to take his mind of off grim matters. He had already had certain plans to set into motion. But first, he needed a shirt. Realizing the overly helpful staff had taken his meager luggage to his new quarter, Jagred berated himself for not remembering to grab a shirt. The interior was comfortably warm enough, but he should still try to adhere to social norms. Some of the maids passing by did eye him quite intensely. Though he admitted he was not overly self-conscious about his looks, flaunting valuable merchandises too often could only lead to a decrease in their value.  

 [color=B22222]“It seems I drew the long straw.”[/color]- He said to Alexander, half-smiled. Given the guy’s possible high status, Alexander might not be so foreign to these scenes as he was though. – [color=B22222]“What were the rumours you are talking about though, if you don’t mind me asking?”[/color]- He then spoke out loud, hoping someone could satisfy his curiosity. 

 Pausing for a few moments, he continued – [color=B22222]“And if possible, do you happen to have a spare shirt around? Mine was ruined earlier, after some… complications.” [/color]
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[color=B22222][b]Equipment & Items:[/b][/color][list]
 [*] Standard Rations (5)
 [*] Waterskin (1)
 [*] Ropes (20 feet)
 [*] Lock picks (20)
 [*] Grappling Hook (1) 
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 Thematic items: Expensive leather gloves, worn cloak, small back pack.
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 [hider=Current Stats] 
[b]Health:[/b] 10 
[b]Sanity:[/b] 10
[b]Willpower:[/b] 10
[b]Stamina:[/b] 10
[b]Strength:[/b] 12
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 15
[b]Stealth:[/b] 13
[b]Magic:[/b] 10
[b]Vigilance:[/b] 15
[b]Luck:[/b] 0
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