Roll The dice

Prologue

Through the night of the vale stands a tall, lanky figure with a devil-may-care attitude. He has a wild mane of black hair streaked with vibrant red, like a deck of cards in mid-shuffle. His piercing green eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint, suggesting he's always two steps ahead. The young man wears a red trench coat adorned with card-themed embellishments on the cuffs and collar over a simple black tank top. His loose pants, designed for freedom of movement, are decorated with dice patterns. The look is completed by a pair of fingerless gloves, one featuring a spade and the other a heart. He jumps from rooftop to rooftop, stopping in front of a store window to adjust his hair.

"You're probably wondering who this good-looking devil is, huh? The name's Y/n 'Jinx' Dancer, the world's luckiest man. But my luck isn't all sunshine and rainbows; it's also a curse. For you to understand that, I have to go back into my past."

Ten Years Ago

I was born Y/n Dancer and grew up in the heart of Mistral's underworld as the son of Felix "Lucky" Dancer, a legendary gambler known for his incredible winning streaks and uncanny luck. I idolized him; he always provided for me and took care of me. He taught me about dice, cards, and the art of reading people. Like him, I was a natural-born gambler. To me, my old man Felix seemed invincible, but everything changed when the Dealer came. I still remember that man. I didn't know at the time, but my father's luck came at a cost. He had made a deal with the Dealer. In exchange for his uncanny luck, he had to play a game with the Dealer every year on my birthday.

This went on for years until my 16th birthday when the invincible man fell. He lost his first game ever to the Dealer. In desperation to protect me, he took the biggest gamble of his life: an all-or-nothing bet. Hours passed until, in the end, my old man won, but it came at a cost.

"You think you have won, Felix, but today is the day your luck runs out. I curse you: your luck will be your greatest asset but also your downfall, and your son will soon learn the price of being lucky. Once you pass, it will transfer to him," the Dealer sneered, leaving our casino.

I didn't think much of it then, but as the days went by, my father fell into deep despair. We lost our wealth, our reputation, and I lost the greatest thing of all: my old man. The once-great gambler became a shell of his former self. Before he passed, he told me everything about his deal with the Dealer and how he gained his luck. He gave me one final warning: "The only way to beat the curse is to never let it control you. Play the game, Y/n, but don't let the game play you." His words resonated with me, and I came to a decision. My old man died in my arms that night.

After I gave him a proper burial, I gave myself a nickname. "Jinx" seemed fitting for my curse. I made a promise to my father: I'll play the game and break the curse. After all, it's quite a big gamble, but what can I say? I'm feeling lucky.

Present Day

Jinx continued jumping from rooftop to rooftop, using his bo staff to descend down a pole. The staff hit the ground with a small clang as he twirled it around, pressing a button to retract it into its smaller form. He then hung the compact staff off his earlobe like a small earring.

"You know, I'd appreciate it if you didn't follow me, Ozzy man."

From within the shadows emerged a middle-aged man with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. He had a light complexion and sharp facial features. Interestingly, Ozpin's black eyebrows suggested his hair might have been black when he was younger. He wore shaded spectacles and a small, purple, cross-shaped pin on the cowl around his neck. His outfit consisted of an unzipped black suit over a dark green, buttoned vest and shirt, paired with black shoes and long, dark-green pants. Besides his cane, his frequent accessory was a mug bearing the Beacon Academy emblem, from which he sipped hot cocoa.

"So, you knew I was watching you, young man, and you already know who I am," Ozpin said, taking a sip from his mug while studying Jinx.

Jinx smiled, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the headmaster before speaking.

"Of course. Who wouldn't know the headmaster of Beacon? So, did I catch your attention with my good looks or my amazing luck?"

"You could say that. You are quite a unique young man, relying on luck."

Jinx smirked and pushed off the wall, starting to walk. Because of Jinx's connections in the underworld of his home kingdom, he knew that if he revealed too much, someone might overhear and use it against him in the future.

"I'm just playing the game, old man, living life to the fullest. If you can't do that, what's the point?"

Jinx let out a hearty laugh as he faced the headmaster. From their brief interaction, Ozpin gathered that Jinx was a gambler through and through, someone who thrived on risk and living life large.

"I see. Well, you would fit in nicely at my academy if you are up for the challenge," Ozpin smiled.

Jinx's face split into a wide grin as he looked at the headmaster. He reached up to his ear, took off his bo staff, and pressed the button to extend it to its full length before planting it on the ground and leaning against it.

"What do you know? It's my lucky day, and I gotta say, I like my odds."