[hider=Eloïse Marie-Claire Dechampe][center][url=http://media.gtanet.com/images/7866-comet.jpg]Pfister Comet[/url] | LP: 6TGPO879[/center][hr][hr]
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[b][color=lightgray]IAAPDB[/color][/b][right][b][color=lightgray]PROFILE ID: GSE896 [/color][/b] [/right]

[h3][sup][color=steelblue][u][B]P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N[/b] [/u][/color][/sup][/h3][img]i.imgur.com/xpKuj5k.png?1[/img]
[indent][color=lightgray]SURNAME[/color] 
[indent][color=limegreen]【[/color] Dechampe [color=limegreen]】[/color][/indent]
[color=lightgray]FIRST NAME[/color] 
[indent][color=limegreen]【[/color] Eloïse [color=limegreen]】[/color][/indent][/indent]
[INDENT][color=lightgray]ALIAS (ES)[/color] 
[indent]Switzerland, Liz[/indent]
[color=lightgray]DATE OF BIRTH[/color]
[indent]11/06/1989[/indent]
[color=lightgray]CLASSIFICATION[/color] 
[indent][color=fdc68a]NOT DANGEROUS[/color][/indent]
[color=lightgray]AFFILIATIONS[/color]
[indent][color=lightgray]PRESUMED:[/color] Syndicate, Triad, Italian mafia, Russian mafia, various Latino gangs[/indent]
[color=lightgray]STATUS[/color]
[indent][color=limegreen]ALIVE[/color][/indent][/indent]
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[sup][color=steelblue][u][B]P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E[/b] [/u][/color][/sup][/h3][indent]
[color=lightgray][u]RACE[/u][/color] French
[color=lightgray][u]SEX[/u][/color] Male
[color=lightgray][u]APPARENT AGE[/u][/color] 28
[color=lightgray][u]HEIGHT[/u][/color] Approx: 5'9"
[color=lightgray][u]Weight[/u][/color] Approx: 122lbs
[color=lightgray][u]HAIR LENGTH[/u][/color] Chest height
[color=lightgray][u]HAIR COLOR[/u][/color] Blonde
[color=lightgray][u]EYE COLOR[/u][/color] Blue-grey
[color=lightgray][u]SKIN TONE[/u][/color] Pale

[color=lightgray][u]ADDITIONAL NOTES[/u][/color]
[indent][list][*]Has scar on her lower left side stomach. Possible past stab wound. So far unverified.[/list][/indent][/indent]
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[sup][color=steelblue][u][B]P S Y C H E V A L[/b] [/u][/color][/sup][/h3][indent]
[color=lightgray][u]DESTRUCTIVE[/u]?[/color] UNK
[color=lightgray][u]DANGEROUS[/u]?[/color] Y
[color=lightgray][u]UNDER SURVEILLANCE[/u]?[/color] N
[color=lightgray][u]PRIORITY[/u][/color]? [color=FFFF00]Yellow[/color]

[color=lightgray][u]ADDITIONAL NOTES[/u][/color]
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04/02/2015 - Originally from France. Applied for work visum in 2008. Came to the United States in 2009 as company consultant. She specializes in various security and PR crisis management. First suggestion towards illegal activity came from an independant tip from inside a company she consulted. Miss Dechampe was, after said tip, seen various time at clubs with questionable clientelle. Limited surveillance has been aproved of.
07/15/2015 - Miss Dechampe has been seen exchanging word with questionable clientelle. Her name came up in several documents that may tie her with money laundering and fraud.
12/01/2015 - Miss Dechampe has been cleared of any alligations and successfully sued the United States of America for a breach of privacy. Surveillance has been redrawn. During investigation very little came up about her past life in France.[/indent][/indent]
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[sup][color=steelblue][u][B]H I S T O R Y[/b] [/u][/color][/sup][/h3][indent]
[color=lightgray][u]KNOWN FAMILY[/u][/color]
[indent]UNK[/indent]

[color=lightgray][u]KNOWN RESIDENCE[/u][/color] Del Perro Heights appartement 8, Intersection of Marathon Avenue and Prosperity Street, Los Santos

[color=lightgray][u]ADDITIONAL NOTES[/u][/color]
[indent]Assumed to have a reputation built up in France before coming overseas.

Recent:
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The interrogation room was small and grey. The 4 pieces of furniture were all made from the same, dull, matte-silvery aluminum. Except for the table who had a bad, black paintjob. Overhead a neon light illuminated the whole room but only succeeded at making it look even grayer. In one of the chairs Jimmy Divito sat. He looked jumpy and twitch with a clear side of pure anxiety. Everyone who’d cast him one glance would know there was something wrong Jimmy. One eye was almost closed as the other seemed to look around like frightened deer. His hair was shorty and oily. As if it hadn’t been washed for months. The patches around his shin betrayed that he tried to grow a beard. Or that he was simply too lazy to shave it off. His clothes weren’t much better. His wardrobe screamed pure offense against every stylist in the country. Even the hipsters.

The two detectives entering did nothing to calm Jimmy down. In fact, he got even more jumpy. The oldest one took a seat in front of Jimmy while the youngest one chose to observe from a corner. While opening the file, detective Hugh Williams silently looked over the kid in front of him. Hugh was dressed like a typical detective who has worked far too much for far too long and has seen enough in his life by now. His face screamed cynical and his eyes betrayed just how tired he was. Not the kind of tired you are after a sleepless night, but the kind of tired you are at life. With suspenders keeping his pants on and a shirt that betrayed he probably wouldn’t pass a young cop’s physical exam, he slowly took his seat. “Jimmy Divito. You’re a slippery eel but here you are at last.” Jimmy just kept twitching and looking but kept silent. “You were caught on tape for theft. Thrice now. That, combined with the fact that you’re on probation, was enough to convince a judge. You know what we found at your house?”Jimmy just kept twitching and looking around. As if Hugh wasn’t even talking to him. “It’s a pretty extensive list. Cocaine, heroin, marijuana, ecstasy, meth and even some pills the boys in the lab call: experimental drugs. What’s that going to give him these days, Julian?” asked Hugh to his partner standing the corner.

“15 years for possession with a mild jury. 25 years for possession and dealing. Another 20 years for theft. Of course, add a few years due to criminal activity during probation. All-in-all, when you get out, it will either be in a hearse or as earth’s oldest living man.” The young officer, Julian answered. Still, even this did not catch Jimmy’s attention. Which annoyed Hugh greatly. Not being discouraged by the addict, he pulled up another file and slid it towards Jimmy. “We can cut that in half, even less even, and let you go to rehab. While you only need to tell us what you know about that person.” This did grab Jimmy’s attention. With one, bone-meager hand he opened the file, cast one look at the face and closed it immediately. “No… no no no. Not her.” He kept repeating. Like a prayer. “I won’t talk about her.”

“Listen Jimmy. You’ll get locked up for life. No more Olivia. Nor more Sarah. Nothing. Help us now and we make sure you can see your wife and child again.” Persuaded Hugh. But Jimmy didn’t seem to listen. He just shook his face as he looked away from the very file. While he kept repeating the same no. As if merely thinking what he thought was a mere offense to god or the devil. “Talk to us Jimmy. Whatever she got on you, we can help.” Said Julian from his corner. Jimmy looked up, with a sprinkle of hope, before it collapsed again. “No no no. You can’t help. You don’t understand, I-“ But Hugh cut him off as he opened another file. Within it a picture of Olivia, Jimmy’s wife. “You know, we got enough to tie Olivia to your crimes. We got a team near Sarah’s school right now. You want to see Olivia go to prison, Jimmy? You want Sarah to be put up for adoption. I heard they really ruined the system these days in Los Santos. I heard that one time, they allowed a convicted pedophile to adopt. Nasty business, that case.”

This seemed to push Jimmy over the edge. “No! No! Don’t you dare! Olivia got nothing to do with any of it! Stay away from her.” He yelled form the top of his lungs, at wish Hugh jumped up from his chair, sending it sliding over the ground for 2 feet. With a slam on the table he yelled: “Then give me what I want!” Jimmy cowered deeper into his chair. Like a wounded dog fearing the belt. For a second silent ruled the cell. As if a word could suddenly burst the peace and send Hugh into a frenzy. A silence that was eventually broken by Jimmy’s whimpering request: “I-I need some water.”

Huh, seemingly calmed down, sat down again. “No water until you give us what we want.” Jimmy eyed Hugh with unveiled fear in his eyes. Begging the older man not to force him. But Hugh remained cold. Eventually, the crook surrendered and shakenly opened the file again. He looked at the surveillance picture. His entire body shivered when he saw her face. A beautiful face but he looked as if he just committed a mortal sin. “What’s her name?” Asked Hugh, rather impatiently. “Eloïse Dechampe.”

Julian and Hugh looked at each other, trying to see if one or the other ever heard that name. Neither had a look that said that they didn’t. “We saw miss Dechampe with several key figures of various gangs and mobs. What does she do?” Jimmy looked up, surprised. Not surprised that he asked the question but rather surprised that they had to ask it. “She… You don’t know?” he asked in amazement. “You don’t know!?” this time it came out a lot more frantic. “How can you not know.” This time it sounded almost animalistic.

“Cut the crap, Jimmy. We know she works in the higher echelons. Tell me everything you know.” But Jimmy did not calm down. In fact, he only got more nervous and jumpy. As if he finally broke: “Okay-okay-okay so, it’s world war two, alright?” Hugh and Julian looked at each other again. The older detective trying to guess his younger colleague’s opinion of what was happening. Julian just looked intrigued. “Okay so you’re the Germans, right? You’re the Germans and you’re gassing and you’re annexing and this big, BIG Russian army is coming for your ass and you basically want to yell f-“ “Get to it!” yelled Hugh. Which shook Jimmy. “Okay so, the Germans, they had a superweapon. The V2. You know how many people in London got killed by V2s!? They leveled Antwerp with the damn things! No, wait, wait, it wasn’t Antwerp. What was it? Okay so they need to make those things go to the right place, right. They needed diamonds. You know where you can find diamonds? Africa! But who held Africa! The damn Brits! At the same time those tea drinking suckers figured they needed something to keep their bombers going straight. Cause, you know, you can turn Dresden into the 7th circle of hell if you can’t keep straight! So they needed a gyroscope. Guess who had gyroscopes!? Now, now both factions thought they could trade. Because, you know, they both thought they could win that way. But you can’t just, you know, come visit for afternoon tea and biscuits!? So they needed some neutral ground.” Hugh got more irritated and chopped him off now: “So what does this have to do with Miss Dechampe.” Much as the frustration of Jimmy. “She is Switzerland!” he practically yelled. “She’s the neutral zone! She can get you anything you want! Drugs, guns, cars, a piece to warm your bed! She has it all!” This took Hugh by surprise. “Are you saying…” But Jimmy just went off the hook: “I’m saying she doesn’t just dabbles in all those things, she practically controls them! Half the bullets shot in Los Santos she got in here!” Hugh got up and walked to his partner. When they were close enough, he whispered: “I’m getting someone from higher up. This is much bigger than we anticipated. Keep an eye on him.” Julian just nodded as Hugh turned around. “I’m going to get a glass of water for you.”

With Hugh out the door, Julian walked up behind Jimmy. He was so tense it looked like he could snap at any moment. “You’ve done well.” Said Julian in a voice that put Jimmy at peace. “This will all be over soon.” A comfortable shoulder pat followed, but Jimmy wasn’t entirely bonkers. He felt something was off and looked. The hand was gloved. His eyes shot wide open but it was already too late. A needle got jammed in his tight. “What are you-“But Jimmy’s body went into shock before he could finish. Shaking badly he fell out the chair. He tried to talk. He tried to say something. But the muscles in his jaw just went stiff. Slowly Julian put the needle in Jimmy’s pocket while whispering in his ear: “The trade took place in Argentina. Switzerland traded rubber and jews. Now, you talked a bit too much, Jimmy. You know Miss Dechampe doesn’t like to be called Switzerland.” Only 3 minutes later did Julian call the OD. When the paramedics arrived, Jimmy was already dead. 
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[sup][color=steelblue][u][B]C R I M I N A L R E C O R D A N D K N O W N I M A G E S[/b] [/u][/color][/sup][/h3][indent]
Clean Reccord.

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[sup][color=steelblue][u][B]O F F T H E R E C O R D[/b] [/u][/color][/sup][/h3][indent][color=lightgray][u]CHARACTER'S DIALOGUE COLOR[/u][/color] [b][color=9e0b0f]9e0b0f[/color][/b]
[color=lightgray][u]FACE CLAIM'S NAME[/u][/color] Natalie Dormer
[color=lightgray][u]CHARACTER'S RANK IN ORGANIZATION[/u][/color] ROOK
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