The family Trumps were done by an artist named Donavon. He has a fluid, tapering style that makes everyone look a bit long and stretched out. He uses subdued colors and unless asked to do otherwise always portrays his models as wearing grey or black. The one of Chance is of him sitting in a large brown lounge chair in the family library. The background is a high-ceilinged room with tall bookshelves and stuffed animals on pedastels. Rich dark wood is turned an old blood color by the huge fireplace partially obstructed the chair Chance is sitting in. There's a small table next to him with a serving tray holding a brandy decanter and a tumbler half filled. Chance is facing the viewer, wearing a red smoking jacket with a black colar. His eyes are blazing and his left hand is balled in a tight fist, he looks impatient and angry.

Trump by De'Angelo: De'Angelo is also a Trump artist from the Chaos Courts and the only other person to have drawn Chance to his knowledge. De'Angelo's work is generally very straight-forward at first glance but deeper detail is always worked subtly into it. He died about 30 years ago when a client discovered that he'd made the wood panelling in the background of a family portrait spell out "Incest is best, I want my Mommy." Chance personally inspected both of the Trumps De'Angelo made of him before making payment. Both of these Trumps are nearly identical, only small background differences can be noticed. They are of Chance sitting outdoors in a forest clearing on a tree stump. It's an angled overhead view, looking down on him from about 30 feet away. He's sitting cross-legged and smoking a long pipe. Stacked next to him are four skulls and in front of him is a clear dirt patch with a summoning circle drawn in blood. In the center of the circle rests a cage and inside the cage is a small humaniod, some sort of pixie. Black hands are just beginning to emerge from the ground inside the circle, clawing blindly around. In one of the Trumps dozens of similar pixie-like creatures can barely be seen, looking out from the trees, their faces locked in expressions of fear and hatred. In the other, a pixie creature is crouched in the folds of Chance's robes, watching the one in the cage with an eager grin.

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