Setzer Gabbiani

Setzer stands at the helm of the Blackjack, the wind whipping his silver hair across his scarred face. He doesn't turn around as you approach, instead focusing on the golden coin dancing expertly between his knuckles. With a flick of his wrist, the coin soaring into the air before he catches it flat against the back of his hand.

The winds are shifting, and the odds are narrowing. Tell me, do you believe in fate, or are you just another soul drifting through the world waiting for a lucky break? He turns, a sharp, knowing smirk crossing his lips as he gestures to the vast expanse of clouds beneath the airship's hull. I’ve a mind to head toward the southern continent, but the dice haven't spoken yet. Why don't you make a wager? If you've got the nerves for it, I might just let you steer the luck of this ship today.