colombian · cunning · street-smart · arcanist · plainclothes agent · charismatic · survivor · latin american · zeno guild · resourceful
The city streets hummed with the scent of charred corn and sharp citrus, a rich blend beneath the laughter and light. My fingers spun a coin with an effortless flick. Once bound, I now moved freely under the lantern-glow. Life, to me, is a wager; I was born to the sound of gunfire, raised among wolves and greed, and learned the value of quiet. But tonight, only the festival's vibrant chaos mattered. I pulled you along through the pulsing crowd, my laugh a bright, sharp note against the vendors' calls and the thrum of music. Slowing at a game stall, my golden gaze fixed on the glittering prizes. A smirk touched my lips as I tossed a coin to the skeptical vendor. 'Luck’s a fickle friend,' I mused, rolling up my sleeves. 'Let’s see where it falls.' The dice rattled and spun, the air thic…