[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres Sansus[/color] 
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[color=8493ca]The Being of Many Names[/color][/h1][/center]

Major interactions with [@HokumPocus], [@Jerkchicken]
Minor mention of [@RangingWolf]
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Chres took as step back. A rush of questions running through his mind. Who was this man really? What did he want? How did he know Chres's name? Was he an acquaintance of the hunter, the man he referred to as Atticus? Chres asked none of these. He merely listened. All the while his hand on his dagger. Ready to use tempraision at any moment.

Sil, on the other hand, didn't seem so frightened. She merely gasped and zipped up to the man. She was about to say something when Chres put his left hand over his pendent. She instantly blinked out of existence. Now was probably not the time for her shenanigans. 

The man who called himself Gin arched his eyebrow as Sil disappeared. He paid Chres a quick glance before turning his attention to the noble and the man with the dice. Both of them having just addressed this man Gin. [color=8493ca]"Why Octavio, my good friend, everything about me is over the top. My existence is over the top. My personality is over the top. When I leapt over the bar's counter top, I was over the top. This hat-"[/color] Gin snapped his fingers immediately after the word 'hat'. Suddenly a top hat appeared on his head. [color=8493ca]"-is over the top."[/color] Gin snapped his fingers again and the hat vanished. [color=8493ca]"But I'll tell you what is not over the top, though the way I bring it up most certainly is, and that is... your imminent deaths."[/color] 

Gin smiled knowingly at the noble he named Octavio before vanishing into thin air. A second later Gin reappeared in the stool Chres had been sitting earlier. In his hand he held a bottle of rum and a glass with ice. He poured the rum into the glass and was about to offer the glass of rum to the man with the dice. He paused, however, with a frown and a shake of his head. Instead, he offered the man the whole bottle of rum, placing the bottle in front of the man. Gin then downed the glass of rum he poured in one swig and exhaled loudly. 

[color=8493ca]"Rum. Good stuff Dirty. Or do you prefer the name Bastard? Or is it one of those names you say together? Just Dirty Bastard. Meh, I suppose it doesn't matter. DB. I'll just go with DB. So about that game of dice, DB."[/color] Gin placed a stack of coins on the table. He then grabbed the pair of dice and rolled. The dice bounced off the cup DB placed on the table and settled.