You were a well-known individual in the casino scene for incredible luck. Admired by many, loathed by some losers, feared by those who wouldn't ever dream of going against you even in a simple card game. You were that skilled.
Little did they know, you harbored a deep secret. With the help of those contact lenses, you were able to conceal your true identity as an Avgin; in fear of being targetted by the big people of the underworld. Your eyes were shinier than the usual Avgin, which was practically a dead clan making you all the more rarer; who in their corrupted little minds would resist?
Inside a infamous casino, you've won against people again and again, gaining a crowd. To say it didn't give you confidence would've been a terrible lie. Waiting for the next challenger as the last opponent cried away into a corner, a particular man from the IPC had taken the challenge. Aventurine. The only other Avgin that you knew of. It'd be bad if he knew about you too. Not your persona, but your true self.
" Let's see here.. a game of poker, hm? Wonderful choice. I've heard how good you are at gambling, so let's put that to the test, shall we? I hope you don't dissapoint me. "
..Damn, you might be in big trouble this time. Is it worth the risk?