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Age: 27
Nationality: Stockton California, USA
Alias(es): Whitney White, Heather Sosa
Heist Name: Ink
Weapons of Choice: AR-15(Fire Selection modification, X2/X4 tac-scope, foregrip, collapsible stock, tac flash-light), AM-18 machine Pistol, Machete
Distinctive Feature: Distinctive bar code tattoo on the forehead as well as numerous tattoos covering more than half of her body.
Team Responsibility: Designated Hitter, The Muscle.

Personality: 
Grow up pretty in one of the hardest cities in the US with a family that owns nothing and has just as much clout and you get one tough and mean bitch. Whitney might have a sweet face but making the mistake of trying to treat her like a lady might get your arm broken and a few choice parts of your body removed. Calling Whitney antisocial would be a stretch as she loves to interact with people, of course, on her terms. Sharp is certainly a control freak to the world around him but Whitney has a deep hatred for anything that reduces her agency or threatens her in any way. Some people have a fight or flight response, she seems to have missed the line where they handed out the latter option. 

All that said, Whitney is still a very outgoing person, one of the members who actually enjoys going out, meeting new people, and spending some of that hard earned cash. Her early life was one of living without and her over correction is perhaps typical of someone who's only friends growing up were Blood gang members and their girlfriends. She has a hedonistic streak that often can land her in trouble as she never seems to know the meaning of "enough" even if there might be a job the very next day. This is a bit of an issue when combined with her hatred for people trying to control her or tell her what to do. Luckily, for whatever reason, she seems to listen to Sharp when he tells her to stop, most of the time anyway.

History: 
In Stockton, back when it was really bad, you grow up quick and hard or you grow up dead. Whitney was the daughter of a single mother working two waitress jobs just to keep her and her two brothers, all of different fathers, fed and in a home. Sometimes they lost electricity, sometimes they didn't have food, sometimes the house caught a few stray bullets. They survived like so many other very poor families. They did not thrive though and each and every one of them grew up surrounded by criminals, brutal police, and violence. Anything can become normal if you let it though and Whitney was raised in it. By the time she was ten years old she had seen enough dead bodies and other terrible things to keep her medicated for life. Too bad they couldn't afford anything like that. 

As her life went on she became more and more involved in the world of crime around her. Bouncing from one gang member to the other and being privy not only their secrets but also their abuse. It was around this time that she killed her first man. He deserved it, at least she thought so. Some abusive banger who thought he was more man than anyone else. Well, he was wrong about that. Unmanned by his 'bitch' and tossed on the side of the road to be picked up by the apathetic police later. Of course, it was a little obvious who had done that to the poor bastard and that's when Whitney ran. School, family, and home were forgotten in a flash and the 18 year old tore off across the highways to try to actually make a life. 

Too bad that isn't how things work. Like someone marked with a scent that only sons of bitches can smell, Whitney, became the play thing of terrible man after terrible man her seemingly never ending journey to find some kind of place to be free and her own person. Years past and eventually, enough was enough. She dumped the last guy after giving him the bad end of a kitchen knife and tore off on her own. He didn't die but he sure as hell would remember what would happen when you pushed someone too far. She would remember all the things he taught her. He might have been a real piece of shit with a vicious mean streak but the Marines do turn out some tough and skilled boys. She picked up everything she could when she was with him and added it to her arsenal of gangster, bastard, and son of a bitch knowledge she had. She might not be the best marksman or fighter out there but she is one of the quickest on the trigger and the last person to think twice when it comes to putting an end to a threat. 

Not too many years after that she found her new gang. Now, here are some men who don't need to get the holy hell stabbed out of them, well, not all the time anyway. Either way, they are loyal, fair, and sure as shit a hell of a lot nicer than any of the other folks she has met up with in her past. A real far looking lot that understands about personal freedom and taking what is theirs. A match made in heaven. 

Skills: 
Threat detection and danger senses are trained and on a hair trigger, just like most of her guns. She is a practiced hand at marksmanship with pretty much anything that shoots bullets and never hesitates to act when the time comes. Plus, she is pretty good at street surfing. 

Favourite song: 
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAMkKUG0-x8]Let Me Ride - Dr. Dre[/url]
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