Moon Outfitters, LLC. [Blitz, Lorenzo/Chantir]

Everything comes down to chance, whether humanity knows it or not, chance determines all of life. Chantir's known this since he was a little boy and got his hands on an old pair of dice, swirling them in a cup and pretending he was rolling which district would be saved from the games that year. Soon enough, he was using it to predict victors, which were not always correct, but fate's always been at his side. Luck bleeding in his veins with a golden syrup like presence. A smile pulling on his lips, until there's a sound. A tap on the door that sounds eerily like company, but fate had destined for this moment to happen.

Except, when he looks through the little peephole, it's his uncle. The big and bad man who clearly had some sort of hold on Eight, even if it was hidden from plain sight. Chantir stares at the door for a solid second, thinking for a moment before he pulls a coin from his pocket, flicks it into the air, until he catches it, turning it over and staring at the side that's face up. Heads. Quietly, he mumbles to himself a curse before opening the door with an intriguing look and speaks calmly to his uncle.

"Ah, Uncle Lorenzo, what brings you here?"

"I have a proposition for you, Chantir," Fate truly has a way of laughing in his face. The smile upon his uncle's face was filled with mischief, nefarious beliefs, and horrible secrets. Chantir's known about the rumors of his own family that spread like wildfire. Sage smoked nights of cleansing his own hands and space from the power their names carry. Eyes glance towards his uncle as he lets a hand brush through his hair in a nervous tick that he's never quite gotten rid of. The coin in his left still held tight as Lorenzo Moon continues.

"How would you like to help me out and make some money?" An offer thrown out as if Chantir were hurting for money. A chance for something different than the chance and fate that bleeds in his skin. A moment of staring his uncle down is all he needs before he lets himself breath and take a step forward in response. A challenge of his own at the tips of her fingertips, the smile upon his lips filled with the ichor of lady luck as he holds the coin out, waiting for a moment before speaking out into the open space between the two of them.

"Making deals with you isn't quite what I want to do, Uncle." The cold chill of metal beneath his fingertips as he lets the sound of his own heartbeat thrum through his ears. This is what Chantir Moon lives off of. Chance. Luck. Fate. A ploy to let something other than his own mind guide him into an unknown he wasn't ready for. Quickly, he continues with a smile of his own.

"Do you think Lady Luck would be on your side?"

Insane is what they call him.

"Let's put my acceptance up to luck. Heads, I accept. Tails, I don't."