Yer name is JACK NOIR, and you are an EX-GAMBLIN' MASTER.
(You don' even care how many folks say otherwise. They c'n all just burn in hell.)
You live in a TRAILER a good mile away from E'ERYONE ELSE, which yer completely happy with (no matter what you say when you DRINK A LI'L TOO MUCH). You got a rep-uh-tation of being a bit of a DRUNK'RD (wanderin' into the neigh-bor-hood and sometimes inta people's places) and a SHORT FUSE, and despite yer VARIOUS CLAIMS and GAMBLIN' SKILLS, they tend ta DISBELIEVE YOUR ADVENTUROUS PAST.
Speakin' of said PAST, a long tim'ago, you decided ta lay back and relax in SOUTH CAROLINA at the young, tender age of TWENTY THREE, and ended up just stayin' there because you SPENT ALL YOUR HARD EARNED GAMBLING MONEY on booze.
You also used to have a nice little GROUP 'A THREE you gambled with, but they're looong gone.