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- Name: Pips Serpent, former Gambling Marathon Champion (SirAston)
- Class: Numerologist [NUMR]
- Likes: Snakes, Dice, Snake Eyes, Gambling with food, Cyprinoid Tea [Consumable]
- Dislikes: Eyes of Newt, Mustard, Gambling for food, Mango Sorbet [Consumable]
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- HP: 9
- Max.AP: 6
- Weapon: Triadic (0-3 Damage)
- Armor: Fancy Suit (0 Armor)
- Trinket: -
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- Nobelian Notes: 470♪
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- Skills:
- Reaper's Die (1): One random combatant, ally or enemy, is inflicted with Doom status.
- Cosmic Die (1): Deals 1d6 Magical Damage to the Target.
- Enthropy Die (1): Inflicts one Ailment from the list on the Target: Petrification (1), Rust, Shadowbind, Frozen, Forgetfulness, Plasma Burn.
- Rig the Slots (1): Along with Rig the Slots, Numerologist performs a normal attack with their Weapon; said attack will deal maximum Damage possible.
- Skew the Scales (2): One random Ally receives +1 Hit and +1 Damage bonus; one random Enemy receives -1 Hit and -1 Damage penalty. Both modifiers last for 3 Turns.
- Full House (2): Attacks one Enemy three times.
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- Backstory: After a wasted youth of training for the Gambling Marathon and actually winning it at a young age, he was required to fulfill the duty of his birthright after the unfortunate death of his father: Owning and tending to the family's snake breeding farm that has been unsuccessful for thirteen generations. One fateful day, he accidentally dropped his mustard sandwich into the snake pit. This reckless act had consequences obvious to anyone who studied the ancient history of Nobelia, namely all the snakes fusing with the mustard within the sandwich to become the reincarnation of Spic-Ioil, the titanic cobra-woman demon that has plagued the kingdom a long time ago. It was only him, and not enough time until the inquisition would appear out of nowhere (as usual) to deal with the situation. So he drew his trusted weapon:
- A pair of dice.
- He stared right into Spic-Ioil's eyes, unblinking, as he threw the first die. It was a 1. Then, he focused. He shouted, slowly starting to float into the air by sheer willpower and rage. His stare continued uninterrupted as he screamed: [b]"IF I ROLL ANOTHER ONE, YOU SHALL BE BANISHED, FOUL BEAST!"[/b] Spic-Ioil rolled her eyes in return. She had no time for some punk doing ridiculous crap like that.
- But Pips was waiting for such an opening.
- He threw his other die straight into her right eye, which was in a blind spot due to her rolling with her eyes, and struck true. It was a 1. [b]"DOUBLE OR NOTHING! I ROLL A THIRD ONE AND YOU WILL BE DEAD FOREVER!"[/b] He screamed again with intense ferocity, causing the die he rolled first to float in front of Pips. With another shout, the die flew to Spic-Ioil's left eye. She barely was able to parry it with her deformed claw-like hand as it hit her. In exactly that moment, the inquisition appears out of nowhere (as expected) and banished her.
- Pips picked up his dice and made a most startling discovery: When she tried to parry the die, she left a dot-like puncture in it. The die now had two sides showing a 2, and no side showing a 1.
- "She will return... But I will stop her if she ever shows her ugly face again. I swear by the souls of my dead snakes!"
- A snake farm without snakes was completely useless. He burnt the farm down as declaration of his newfound role as a vigilant guard, waiting for the day another fool combines snakes with mustard. Until then, he will fight for kingdom and snakes as part of HoNK.
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