He was an obsessive man, made so by the cards life had given him early on, before he changed hands, a least that's the way He liked to see it.
The first years of his life were a mystery to him. Obviously, someone had to have taken care of him. Jean-Luc found him when he had been seven living on the streets by himself and taken him in, but what about before that? He remembered vaguely living on the streets. He knew his first name was Remy, he knew his birth day, and he knew that he was bad, that there was something terribly wrong with him; something that had to do with his eyes. And he knew he had ruined someone's life, in later years he came to believe it was his parent's lives he ruined.
But why could he remember his birth date so well? Why was he so sure of his first name and hadn't the faintest idea of what his last name was? There things had always bothered him but after a while he learned to push the questions out.
After Jean-Luc took him in his life got better. He had been a pretty good pick pocket before and his skills, with training, were phenomenal. Living on the street had given him the ability of manipulation, being in his new surroundings put a twist on that ability. Gruff manipulation doesn't work as well when the people will continue to be involved in your life. His charm evolved and most anybody he knew would agree that this talent was the only one that passed his skill in thieving, matched with his unusual and stunning good looks he became the perfect romantic, seductive figure.
He could out do any of the enemies he made and get most anyone on his side though usually he didn't bother. He was with out a doubt his Tante Mattie's joy and Jean-Luc's favorite son despite all the friction in their relationship.
The dashing, irresistible, ladies man. The laughing card dealing trickster, self-loving criminal genius, handsome, elegant and haughty devil. The Prince of Thieves and King of Hearts.
He toyed with the idea of staying in New Orleans after he refused to marry Belladonna. Something the scorned blonde didn't like too much, especially considering she had actually believed all the pretty words he told her.
He could take them all on and, he could proudly say with confidence, win. But his family would end up in the cross fire. Then there was the anxiety filled arguments with his adoptive father who had chided his son for his 'outlandish and stupidly arrogant' behavior as he put it. You could almost say he left out of spite, not that he shut his family out or anything, he kept contact, and besides running off for years at a time was almost like a family tradition. For a while in the 70's Tante Mattie ended up in Holland or something.
Magneto, always aware and looking for the best kind of recruits offered Gambit, as he was called, an off and on again job, to be called upon when ever necessary.
All he had to do was keep a home in the New York vicinity where the base was and where the X men were so they could be watched and taken care of when the situation called for it. No problem for him, just another place….at least until he meet sa cheri.
He never forgot when he first saw her. Her unusual and exotic green eyes, her long beautiful dark hair with white strips that fell on either side of her face, matching with her porcelain skin it gave off a glow like appearance like a halo. Her lips…so full and soft…he decided right then and there she was going to his, although his original plan was keeping her just for the night. He now found that thought remarkably funny.
He had approached her the next while she was sitting alone outside the Xavier's institute reading a book. Dracula. He had to smile. He supposed she could relate. Her skin, he had found out was poisonous.
After their battle together he decided he had to follow her before he could approach her, her being an X men and all. He loved her temper. It sparked up often and when it did everyone was quick to obey her, even Xavier and Wolverine seemed to give her space.
Her sarcasm, her sweet southern drawl that sounded like a real Scarlet O'Hara, her apparent love of danger, her willingness to break rules when she saw fit, all gripped him. What a femme! But best of all was the fact that she really simply didn't care. She didn't give a damn about what other people thought, though she pretended to.
To her friend Kitty she tried to act like she cared what Jean or Evan or anybody else said about her, pretending to be happy or angry, but he could see that either way, she really didn't care or give it much thought. He found this more amazing then anything else, up till then that was a quality he had found in no one else but himself. And he definitely never expected to find it in anyone of the female gender; they always seemed so much more into the perceptions of others.
Sure, other people said that they didn't care, but they were just acting, like when Rogue tried to pretend she did care about others opinions.
When he learned about her powers he threw what could only be called a fit. To him it felt like God himself was trying to keep him away from her.
He wasn't going to let that stop him. The devil was the one who stood against Gods laws, he was called Le Blanc Diable, she was his untouchable angel. It seemed like fate.
I might continue though I'm not sure.