Nicknames & Alias: Trickster, the Emperor, or his favourite, Gambler of Fate.

Name meaning (if any): Douglas: Dark river, the river being fate and destiny, darkness being his main tool.

Age: 24.

Height: 5ft 9 in.

Hair: Pale, almost platinum blonde hair, always kept neat and short, and some facial hair for good measure.

Eyes: A nice, deep blue.

Skintone: Slightly tan.

Build: Muscular, but not to the point of being noticeably buff.

Weapons of Choice: A deck of minor arcana for his basic abilites, and a deck of Major arcana for his main and most poweful combat skills. All of them have a sharp, steel edge on the tips. He carries a steel longsword for melee combat, though he isn't really skilled with swordsmanship.

Armour of choice: A getup made up from: a thick, fur-lined black cloak that reaches around his ankles, a leather chest piece tightly held to his body by two leather belts crossing over his chest in the shape of an X. He likes to equip himself with a pair of metal gloves, one of them outfited with a special gem that allows him to recall his cards back to him, and thigh high leather boots accompanied by knee-high iron greaves. And some black trousers of course.
Underneath all of the armor he usually wears a white, silk shirt and a vest.

Magical Abilities: He has the peculiar ability to control large decks of tarot cards, which he uses both offensively and defensevely, and depending of which Major card he uses, the element of his minor cards changes. (ie. Empress leechs the life of his opponents, the Sun blinds them, the Tower causes small explosions, etc.), he knows some basic spells, though he does not rely on them.

Backstory: Douglas Blackwood… that's my name, I think. Well, I hate my surname for a very good reason, but I've gotta say, I don't regret it at all.
I was the oldest son of His Eminence Of Justice, or whatever the fuck they called him. I knew his as Dad, the man that tried to turn my life into eternal boredom. He was a Judge, but the kind that would execute you without letting you explain yourself, and the kind that was more swayed by gold than the word of innoncents. So of course I tried to fuck him over the instant I got access to our family's vault. Long night of gambling out on the town, using as much of his corrupt gain to my advantage. I got beat up by him pretty badly afterwards, but seeing the look of utter frustration in his face everytime I told him how much we lost, It was so worth the trouble.
So of course, the day the authorities come to our home to arrest me for gambling so much, I uncovered every little detail about all of my father's corrupt deals, and that's how I got off the hook and traded spots with dear old dad.
But that's not even the beginning of the ridiculous life I followed, I left the whole family heir thing to my sister (seeing how much of a fucking saint she is, I think I left everything in good hands) and left by myself.
I did the normal thing to do and proceeded to gamble most of my possesions, naturally, I came out victorious, and basically gained four times what I gambled. And, as any young, twenty year old man, I went to see the world, I started adventuring with nothing but a standard suit of leather armor and a steel longsword, and all the money I needed for comfortable travelling.
In my adventures I came across various experiences, like dragons who breathed every element at once, and men, and women, and men who dressed like women. And one of these things, the most remarkable one in fact, was a gauntlet, aptly named the "Armlet of Fates", and with it came a deck of many cards, most were simple and had silver backs, but the ones who stood out were detailed, and numbered from 0 to 22. I found them in an old temple of worship, now reduced to a mere altar, but of course there was a gigantic chimera the size of a house guarding it, it was a long, grueling war, but since I am here, I slayed the beast.
The Armlet was now mine, I didn't have any magical knowledge outside of how to produce bursts of fire and some icicles, but I picked up…strangely fast on the usage of the guantlet, it seemed to be linked to the cards and boosted my current abilities quite a bit. It suited me perfectly.
So now I'm here, writing this, a diary, to collect my thoughts and to think of what to do with my newfound power.
Maybe I should leave it to a coin toss? Heads, I'll try to come up with a master plan to destroy all corruption, tails, I'll go mercenary and leave it out to chance.
…Tails, Lady Luck it is.

Relations: Douglas' sister, Mercy, they remain in contact and tell each other most things.