psychopathic gambler

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Name: Ivar Smith

Age: 17

Bloodline:

Powers:

-all sight

-special snowflake 

points: 10

Templates completed:

Templates in progress (0/2):

Summons:

Abilities:

Gacha draws:

-taskmaster (Marvel)

-Johan Liebert (monster)

-sora (no game no life)

-dark saber (Star Wars)

-ban immortality (7ds)

-mystic eyes of death perception (fate)

-weakness removal card

-spider miles (marvel)

-background creation card

-absolute cancel (7ds)

-weakness removal card

-power increase card

-casual and jackal(hellsing)

-[cyoa- costume]

-Somnambulist (MHA)

-merge card

-inventory(system)

-background creation card

-power increase card

-weakness removal card

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Seeing what he got from the gatha, Iver smiled slightly, which earned him a weird look from Mary, who could count on one hand the number of times she had seen him smile.

"is they a problem Mary," Iver asked with his face going into an innocent expression.

Seeing this Mary sighed and then said helplessly "No nothing sir" " Knowing that indulging me in the conversation would lead nowhere.

Turning away from Mary I focused back on the gacha rewards.

As it stands now I should focus on loading a good template to start with and build my foundation on.

Of all the choices I decide to load the taskmaster template as well as the soma due to the need to build a good foundation for my future plans as well as the the need to complete this process quickly. 

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Name: Ivar Smith

Age: 17

Bloodline:

Powers:

-all sight

-special snowflake 

points: 10

Templates completed:

Templates in progress (0/2):

-taskmaster (Marvel) [5%]

-sora (no game no life) [34%]

Summons:

Abilities:

Gacha draws:

-Johan Liebert (monster)

-dark saber (Star Wars)

-ban immortality (7ds)

-mystic eyes of death perception (fate)

-weakness removal card

-spider miles (marvel)

-background creation card

-absolute cancel (7ds)

-weakness removal card

-power increase card

-casual and jackal(hellsing)

-[cyoa- costume]

-Somnambulist (MHA)

-merge card

-inventory(system)

-background creation card

-power increase card

-weakness removal card

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Immediately after beginning the processes, I began to feel different my body felt a bit lighter and stronger, but in my mind, it was as if a cloud had been lifted over my head and new instincts began to form in me.

It was as though I had stepped into the world of genius, but I knew better as this was only the minimum I could reach with the minds and bodies of these characters.

Looking at the progress I'm not surprised by the high progress on Sona as even without him I'm still fairly decent at manipulating and reading people to get what I want. 

Deciding to claim the abilities when I get home I turn to look at Mary, then as though I've been doing it all my life I began to see stuff about her I would have never picked up on before.

For starters, Mary is still wearing her uniform, as for why the answer is simple she knows that I like how she looks in it. 

(image)

Sue me, last I checked it's not illegal to like maids.

But it's not really a problem since she likes that I like it. 

Anyway, her body is covered in lean yet firm muscles not too bulky, but still strong. Her body is a weapon capable of many acts of great violence.

She wears glasses even though she can see just fine, likely to either highlight her features which are excellent by themselves, or to help project that innocent image she's constantly projecting to get people to lower their guard around her.

Looking lower I sigh internally thinking of the contrast between her appearance and what she really is while looking at the gun she has; hidden in her cummerbund, a cold-blooded machine. My machine.

The way she follows orders without the need for much of a reason just stands to show her loyalty and faith in me.

Overall this was all information I already knew but after integration, I can see it as if she's wearing a shirt that said 'crazy over here'. I see by the lack of light in her eyes the thousand-mile stare and the way her breathing is subtle and controlled that she's a killer one by whom should be placed on the gallows.

I hummed thinking of how much I seemed to have improved in my ability to read people.

Closing my eyes I began to plan my next move as we drove to the restaurant.

'my main goal same as in my past life is simple, have as much fun as I want, when I want ' I thought, luckily this Iver was basically my clone seeing as he also aimed for what I did, but it seemed as though his (condition) as well as needed to look after the company after the death of our parents has lead to more of a private, business focused guy that hides his nature from others, sure except for Mary who was cut out of the same cloth, sure except I've never killed before, simply never say a reason to.

'not that I'm complaining, I prefer the privacy'.

...

"we're here"

30 minutes later we arrived at the restaurant, seeing this I put my hoodie on and turned to exit the car.

The Original and I were both pretty similar in our sense of style, our mannerisms, and even our personality but unlike me, he was born with a mutation that made his hair white and gave him golden eyes.

Which, granted was not a deformity as one would expect when they hear the word deformity, one would think something like an extra foot. Luckily it was something on the positive side of what one could get from a birth defect. 

(image)

this appearance has been a cause of many headaches in the originals life. As to date he has been kidnapped a total of 43 times, and can't even attend school, which he's happy about, as one his rich so they were, and second, most were trying to traffic him as no one else in the world was born with his 'mutation'. Luckily he had Mary or who knows where he would be now, probably being used to satisfy some sick pervert's fantasy.

So for the sake of avoiding too much of a hassle, he pulled his hood up and exited the car. 

In the restaurant, I make my way to a table by the window in a private area where most would need to wait months to get a table, but I just walk in and sit like I own the place, which I do.

We get to the table and I see the waiters already done placing my breakfast on the table as Mary had already ordered my usual before we arrived. 

Sitting down I began to eat while Mary stood behind me, and kept guard over my vicinity.

While eating I noticed a small group of people trying and enter the restaurant but got stopped at the door by the guards.

Seeing who it was an idea came to me, an idea that would lead to the beginning of letting the top powers of this world know that there's a new player on the board.

walking into the restaurant with my gf/best friend Barbara we get stopped at the door, which usually wouldn't happen as my family name is usually enough to literally open doors for me, but today that doesn't seem to be the case.

"sorry sir you'll need a reservation to enter." a waitress said nervously.

"What makes you think that, the last time we came here we didn't need one so the same should apply now."

My brother Damian said, staring down the waitress with an annoyed expression, he was tagged along as it today seemed was my turn to babysit, and keep him out of trouble.

As for what he said, he was right. The last time my family came here, the waiters were more welcoming. In fact, they let us in and gave us a private table at the back, but today, the waitress seems to be on edge, constantly smiling nervously and glancing back.

Looking at what she keeps staring at I see what appears to be a man sitting at a table in the back eating with a hoodie covering his face making it difficult to make out his features. Behind him stood a maid with black hair in twin tails, a cold indifferent face with delicate features, and a figure that would make most models envies.

As I stare at him and the maid I see a pair of golden eyes staring right back at me for a few seconds, then he turns to the maid and says something.

 Looking at those eyes I remember a person I'd once seen pictures of a boy around 17 years old known as 'the angel of Gotham' though I knew better. This kid had been kidnapped more times than I could count, and at first, his parents managed to pay the ransom or the police intervened and saved him, but then later the kidnappers seemed to have stopped altogether, some would assume maybe they got tired and gave up, but during one of these kidnappings when police arrived all the criminals were found killed and there bodies lying on the floor, but the boy was found sitting on the chair completely unharmed.

Though the boy obviously couldn't have done it, but the calmness he displayed was eerie 

looking back at them I see the maid make her way toward us.

If I remember her name is Mary though that could be a lie, as there is no information on her from before she started working for the Smiths.

Not a single source we have can confirm her whereabouts from before she joined them.

The maid walked over and said something to the waitress. This caused her to give Mary a questioning look until she quickly started nodding her head frantically and left the store.

"You can come in My master says you can sit with him" the maid said then turned around in order to return to her boss's side, without waiting for us to answer.

"well we've got a table now, so let's go" Damian in his hot-headedness followed in behind the maid.

"I guess we should also go before Damian starts a fight" Barbara said while looking at where Damian was heading then swiftly followed.

"Greetings, Mister Wayne Miss Gordan" As we made our way to the table we heard Iver Smith greet Damian and us with a warm smile.

On that if not for my countless encounters with the sociopaths that call Gotham home, I would have it 

seeing the two Waynes and the Gordan girl sit down I laughed internally thinking about the fun I had prepared but that's for later, now I have guests to entertain.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Iver please, call me Barbara." Barbara said smiling as she sat opposite me

"Likewise" both Damian and dick said in unison though dick seemed more reluctant to speak to me

"So what brings you here this fine morning" I said trying to begin the conversation.

"... we just decided to get something to eat and chose to come here as it is one of the best restaurants in Gotham" Barbara again spoke seeing the two weren't speaking for their own reasons 

dick was quiet and seemed to be observing the conversation as he seems to be trying to get a read on me.

While Damian was just not paying any mind to the conversation and was focused on the menu

here I thought the Wayne family was supposed to act in a way fitting for the ones of the billionaire, playboy palantrapist, though I guess there's nothing suspicious about being a little cautious around strangers.

"that you are correct Barbara this is one of the best restaurants in Gotham, not only is the food good but the service and people do their job well, though that could just be me exaggerating my restaurant." I said smiling at her.

"Clearly you are indeed boasting, as we've been here for so long yet we have yet to be served" Damian said rolling his eyes.

"oh that, well the staff are told to not to approach me, for my safety so they may have thought the same as I don't usually have guests with me as I eat" I said looking at the younger of the Wayne duo and the latest Robin.

"oh what could make you so paranoid over your own staff" Barbara asked inquisitively seemingly interested to learn more about me, and the same went for dick as he seemed to focus move on this particular convocation.

"Well, it's no secret to most the people of the upper echelons of Gotham that my condition has caused quite a bit of trouble for me." I said looking sad, causing Barbara to look at me with pity, and Dick scoffed at my so-called 'condition' earning him a glare from Babara 

"As for your food I'll have Mary pass your order to the staff" I suggested

following that I sent Mary off to give the order, as well as ensure that preparations for the plan later were going well

"Last I checked being good-looking doesn't count as a 'condition'" Richard said with a condescending tone that I could tell was there as another way for him to dig for more information about me

"It is when you're too good-looking. Like all things in life too much is never a good thing" I said with a smirk as I took off my hoodie so that the two who weren't familiar with my appearance would understand what I meant.

Seeing my face now on full display Barbara, Damian, and even Dick who had seen photos of me when I was younger was also stunned looking at my otherworldly features that even without the mutations would make me someone above this world's beauty standards

"See" I said still maintaining my smirk while gesturing around us, though the act brought me no satisfaction, as this was simply a means to an end.

looking to my side, I see other customers start to turn towards me and start staring, over here with some blushing, others gawking and whispering for more people to look, but as one of them decides to snap a photo with their phone Mary appears close by, grabs the phone, and snaps it in half will staring down the women, causing her to retract 

seeing the distraction I have caused no one seems to notice the waitress who had been sent away earlier come back and make her way to the kitchen with something in hand

seeing this I simply chose to put my hoodie back on causing the people to snap out of it and focus back on their own tables will some still took glances in my direction

"sigh, the tragedy of perfection." I said in an almost mocking tone 

"M My condolences." Barbara says not really meaning it as she too was blushing slightly, before she quickly regained her cool 

"No need, rather Barbara I have a question for you" I said switching topics, which seemed to get Dicks attention

"Sur..."

"And what would that be" Dick responded before Barbara could finish.

"nothing serious, I just wanted to ask her some questions and get her views on them, as she is the daughter of the commissioner, so her perspective could be interesting" I said smiling at him.

"you sure are well informed" Now it was Damian, as it seemed he had joined his brother in finding me suspicious.

Barbara seemed to have noticed this behavior and slightly tensed up but soon relaxed and smiled at me.

"Sure ask away" she said sweetly.

"Great, my question is simple: What are your thoughts on the death penalty?" I asked, then took a sip from my cup while waiting for her answer.

hearing my question her face shifted to surprise, then settled to a frown

"That's an odd conversation starter" she said while looking at me trying to understand what I hope to achieve.

"Well, it's nothing too odd. For a city like Gotham such dark themes are closer to discussing the weather. As for the question I was interested to know what the Daughter of the commissioner would think of this given your upbringing and by extension the commissioner himself" I said.

"Well that makes sense, as for my thoughts I think no one deserves the death penalty, as everyone still has the potential to change" she spouted her ideals causing Damian to scoff.

"That's stupid, if Gotham still upheld the penalty, fewer people would be out in costumes, forming gangs, blowing up buildings and killing people, get rid of them, boom no more crime in Gotham" Damian speaks voicing his displeasure.

I smile at the younger Wayne "My thoughts exactly Damian, though I doubt all the problems of Gotham would be gone just by getting rid of them, to do that. Well, you'd need more productive strategies."

"but murder is wrong, even if committed towards a criminal is still wrong," Barbara said glaring at me and Damian.

"Yes, If you kill a murderer, the number of murderers in the world remains the same." Dick said frowning slightly

"I get that but what would happen if someone killed two murderers, do they become double the murderer, and if sins carry over that what of someone that kills a rapist" a ask with my own frown.

"Better yet why is the Joker not dead yet, at this point, no one believes he has the potential to change, or do anything else but bring suffering to the people of this city."

Hearing this both Dick and Barbara were hesitant to comment back, while Damian seemed pleased to see a like-minded individual.

"if only, our citys dear, bat would finish the job instead of preying on this city's people, truly an incompetent fool" I sighed, but the rest of the table stiffened for a moment, and I could see the support I got from Damian disappear.

"Truly, the last thing this city needs are masked Vigilantes, causing trouble" dick said laughing, perfectly acting his role.

"Not true, this city needs the vigilantes now more than ever "

"So does that mean you like Batman, I thought you said he was a fool" Barbara asked confused by what she saw as me changing my mind

"No no, make no mistake when I say, as the city is now, with all these criminals running rampage, the police force full of corrupt cops, we need vigilantes. Just not the bat, he simply can't get the job done instead all he gives are half measures" I said taking a second to let my words sink in before I continued.

"And what makes you think it's a matter of can't instead of a show of restraint, as even Superman with all his power chooses to hold back" Barbara asks curiously, wanting to know my response

"Because I know him. Under that cape and cowl is a boy still haunted by trauma, even if he does decide to pull the trigger he'd probably quit being Batman altogether. pussy" I whispered the last part under my breath just loud enough for them to hear.

As my words register they all show minute signs of them raising their guard as they discreetly exchange looks before deciding to press for answers 

Just then the food arrived, bringing our conversation to a pause

as everyone was receiving their dish a Cloche held by Mary grabbed the other's attention but they paid it no mind and decided to continue the topic

"Oh, you know the Batman?" Dick says curious outward but inside frowned as there's is no mention of this guy on the Batcomputer But the way I described Bruse's trauma made it seem as of I had some knowledge of the man under the cowl.

"I know a lot of things about a lot of people, Dick, as for Batman I wouldn't say I know him personally, but I know enough." I said smirking.

"Mary"

at my command, Mary opens the tray to show what appears to me a plate of chicken

"Chicken??" Barbara and Dick were confused

"No more specifically a robin" I said smiling as Mary laid the plate in front of me where I began to dig in. Though it tasted odd I found it still edible

"You should try some, although small they still taste good. you know what would go great with this, some bat, as robins all go great with bats" I said smiling at Damian making the table still

the table became tense upon hearing my implication, the only thought that everyone had was 'he knows'