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♦  Jagred Degray • Ace of Diamonds  • The Fire Eyes ♦ 



HP: 10/10 || SA: 10/10 || 192 GP || 0 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *
Prime District Entrance || Hoping Acron could stop his flirting but secretly hope he would not because it is hilarious || Cautious

 Another gust of wind hit Jagred, which prompted him to once again tug at the collar of his cloak. The thought of heading toward the dormitory had begun to show its appeal. After all, he was one of those Diamonds who had had the fortunate of rooming with the higher Suits. Their accommodation might even be better than his own room at home. As much as he found the ideal of coddling certain students on the grounds of their family name distasteful, he would not deny the appeal of a spacious personal suite. Of course, a hypocrite he was, but Jagred was also only human. He was allowed to have vices. 

 Speaking of vices, some people had many more than others. Take Acron of the Raging Winds, for example. 

 Jagred watched as the white-haired man leapt down from the rooftops, then made his way toward the stewards, flirting inappropriately all the while. A sighed escaped his lips, but Jagred also couldn’t suppress a smile. Tried as he might, he could never understand what went on in Acron’s head. Jagred liked everything in moderation, be it romance, violence or even excitement. Acron, on the other hand, had the tendency to overdo things. Not that Jagred was complaining. The guy always brought him a good laugh. 

 Just for a moment, Jagred took his eyes off the white-haired man to look for Fitz, only to turn back and watch Acron bumped into someone else. The offended party fell and dropped his suitcase, then began to raise his voice, obviously quite miffed. Knowing Acron, a fight might not be far-fetched. Other times, he would have left the white-hair be and watched from a far. Because, hey, drama. Some people actually had to pay money to watch these stuffs. But taking a closer look at Acron’s victim, Jagred had a bad feeling. The guy dressed to impress, which meant he might be from a higher Suit. And he might be not so forgiving of a lowly Club’s transgression. 

 Suppressing another sigh, Jagred quickly made his way toward the scene. 

 With soft steps, he walked up from behind Acron, placing a gloved hand on the shorter man’s shoulder

“Trainings are not even started yet, and you have managed to cause trouble.”-He patted Acron’s shoulder- “That’s pretty good man. How am I supposed to keep up?”

 With a few steps forward, Jagred quickly bent down to pick up the dropped suitcase and gave it a few quick pat to dislodge the dust. With that done, he turned to Acron, hoping the guy would take the hint and go help his victim up. Once the guy was on his feet again, Jagred gave him a quick onceover, subtly of course, before offering the suitcase. For someone who looked so lanky, the stranger gave off a surprisingly heavy presence. Definitely a higher Suit. 

“Forgive my friend there, he was a little bit…too emotional back there. I trust you are alright?”- He offered a friendly smile, secretly hoping that Acron would not let his crotch take over and begin to flirt with the guy- “My name is Jagred, and this bunny here is Acron.”

Equipment & Items:
Standard Rations (5)
Waterskin (1)
Ropes (20 feet)
Lock picks (20)
Grappling Hook (1)
 
 Thematic items: Expensive leather gloves, worn cloak, small back pack.

Health: 10 
Sanity: 10
Willpower: 10
Stamina: 10
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 15
Stealth: 13
Magic: 10
Vigilance: 15
Luck: 0
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