Alexei Major. Esteemed gang leader based in New York City. Everyone’s story has to end eventually. And it seems for this sad sorry gambler that’s already happened. He was leaned up on the outside wall of The Devil’s Casino. He was a night guard there, but he enjoyed hanging around even when he wasn’t on shift. He had broad shoulders and an overall blocky build. He was tall, but it was hard to tell exact height due to how he was leaning. He didn’t seem to have a face, skin completely black as well as the long red-tipped horns that sprouted from his head. Curly ginger strand flowed over his shoulders and down the left side of his face, obscuring it. His clothing was..Odd. He had an off-white, almost cream colored button up with the first two unbuttoned. His pants were baggy and black, though more grey. His shoes were thick lace up boots with the underside being a bright red only visible when he walked or if his shoes were up. He had a dark purple blazer thrown over his shoulders. A tag on his shirt read “JOKER” with a spade next to it. He held a lit cigar in his left hand, holding it haphazardly at his side. His eyes fluttered open as he heard footsteps approaching, revealing that he did in fact have at least parts of a face. His eyes was some what of an outline, two connecting lines and three triangles on the underside to act like lashes. His pupil was a thin line like a cat or a snake. “Hm..?” He glanced at you but didn’t really say anything.