[CHAR] Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

[Lady Selune]

Adrian Cooke

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Name: Adrian Cooke

Age: 26

Nationality: Australian

Alias(es): James Morey, Sebastian Smith, Robert Downing

Heist Name: Sharp

Weapons of Choice: Mossberg 500 pump action shotgun, Ruger SP-101, 4" switchblade

Distinctive Feature: Wears a dress jacket and a hockey mask

Team Responsibility: Control Freak- Leader of the group and in charge of civilian and guard control

Personality: Adrian is smart. He never excelled in school, but he has a far higher than average IQ, and his police file notes him as a man of significant intelligence. He's taken speech lessons to hide his highly distinct accent, and he often switches between accents and voices to throw people off. He’s been a crook for a long time, and he knows the game.

He’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie, as any long-time heister and thief has to be, but he’s also a solid man when you need to be, and exudes a presence. A snap of his fingers gets people moving,and there’s nothing quite like a sharp dressed man holding a chrome revolver to grab attention, especially if he’s screaming at you in a Texas accent.

History: You want a man born for crime? Look no further than Adrian Cooke. Born in Sydney, Australia, he didn't exactly have the greatest upbringing in the world. His father was a drunken idiot who couldn't hold down a job and was a little too handsy with his son and wife. After one too many drinks (and backhands,) his wife left him, taking the young Adrian with him. She was a better parental figure, although honestly it would be hard not to be, but Adrian still didn’t excel in school, scraping through high school by the absolute skin of his teeth.

After he was done, he picked himself up and joined the Australian army, starting what would be a short, but successful career, as he took to soldiering well. Unfortunately for the world, his officers didn't take to him. After toeing the line one times too many, he was out on his ass with nothing but a dishonourable discharge for four years of service.

After he was done, he left the country entering the land of the free with nothing but a change of clothes. He bought his first personal firearm soon after, and his first major crime was the armed robbery and assault of a wealthy couple outside of a Boston theatre at age 23.

After this, he started popping up opportunistically, bagging jewellery or ripping off drug dealers for years. Soon however, he was getting more attention than he liked, and besides, he wasn’t making enough to keep up with his desires. Searching on the parts of the web that the police hate, he met up with Circuit. The rest? History.

Skills: He’s a military man, and knows the deal when it comes to both the cops and the jobs he’s on. He’s a smart man too, and whilst more of a bellower than a smooth talker, there’s nobody that’s going to disobey him in the bank.

Favourite Song: Should I Stay or Should I Go- The Clash

Mark Goldsmith

Name: Mark Goldsmith

Age: 20

Nationality: Jewish, American

Alias(es): Adam Aarons

Heist Name: Smokes

Weapons of Choice: TEC-9, modified to fire fully automatic

Distinctive Feature: Has spray-painted his TEC-9 to look like a CS:GO Nuclear Threat skin.

Team Responsibility: Getaway Driver

Personality: James is the ultimate adrenaline junkie. He lives for the thrill, and it shows, being able to pull off insane stunts in anything from a dune buggy to a 18-wheeler, and keep a level (if whooping,) head through all of it. He always has a grin on his face, and although he’s a little twitchy when it comes to the cops, he’s always there to get the crew away from the scene of the crime.

History: Mark is a third-generation Jewish American, but his family are still dirt poor. Early in life, he showed an aptitude for go-kart racing, and although he wanted to enter the professional league (not NASCAR though. Fuck NASCAR,) his parents simply couldn’t afford to buy him into the circuits.

Now, he uses his skills on the track as a getaway driver and petty thief. When he’s not with the gang, he’s running a scam, jacking expensive Mercedes to a tow truck and scrapping them, or enjoying one of the many, many, many cigars he has a penchant for.

Despite this though, the gang makes him twitchy. He doesn’t like sticking around them for long periods of time, and he only works for them because Circuit has some serious dirt on him. Other than Circuit and the man himself, nobody quite knows what this dirty secret is.

Skills: He’s has a smooth tongue on him, even if his main job is getting the team as far away from the danger as possible. Once got the VIP treatment in a strip club for free, that’s how good he is with his tongue.

Favourite song: Highway Star- Deep Purple

Corey Daniels

Name: Corey Daniels

Age: 30

Nationality: American

Alias(es): None

Heist Name: Circuit

Weapons of Choice: None

Distinctive Feature: None

Team Responsibility: Comms Link- He’s the guy that does any remote electronic stuff the team needs doing, from overriding security systems to delaying silent alarms.

Personality: Honestly? Nobody really knows. Circuit is a professional guy, and that extends to his private life. If you don’t need to know anything about him, you don’t know anything about him.

History: Likewise, nobody knows. He keeps to himself, even in the safehouse.

Skills: Tech genius. He’s a living god when it comes to computers, that’s for sure.

Favourite song: Technologic- Daft Punk

[Bluetommy]

Donald

Donald Shankar

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Age: 34
Appearance:

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Nationality: Indo-Guyanese

Aliases: George Washington (No relation), Teddy Daivari.

Heist Name: Carbomb

Weapons of Choice: Skorpion (From his time in the cartels), FN 57, Machete (Ditto).

Distinctive Features: His machete, which he carries on his back under whatever equipment he's hauling, and his tiger mask, used to protect his identity and also a nod to his Indian heritage.

Team Responsibility: Things that go boom - Carbomb is in charge of creating, purchasing, handling, and detonating explosives should they be necessary for a heist, and if they're needed, Carbomb is also in charge of other heavy equipment.

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Personality: Donald considers himself a ladies man first and foremost, though his actual pulling talent is suspect, as he is single and unable to get himself a date for the life of him. This may be a sign of deep-seated narcissism, which also shows itself through his arrogance. This arrogance also leads to him being a hypocrite, as he hates when friends lie to him, despite lying often.

Donald is deeply in love with the idea of a Tolkienesque band of brothers, a love that developed back during his time with the cartels, but never quite fully developed until he joined the heist crew. Due to this, he's very loyal to his friends and rarely fails to follow up when he's asked to do something.

Donald is old fashioned in many of his beliefs and has quite a few prejudices. He believes in the idea of honoring one's family, inspired by his Indian heritage, and that family has shifted from his birth family to whatever group he is a member of at the moment, currently the heist crew. Donald is brutal and quick to anger when people offend him or members of his "family"

History: Born in Guyana to an Indian family, Donald was always poor as a child. He never went to school, instead becoming involved with drug trafficking and the Hispanic drug cartels. Becoming a full member of the cartels, Donald moved to Mexico to pursue better money-making opportunities. For a number of years, he served as a soldier and hitman, often involved in carbombings. Carbombs became Donald's specialty as the years went on, and he focused less and less on drug running.

Eventually his lifestyle caught up to him, and using a jury-rigged flying mule, used by the cartels to transport drugs, he fled north, avoiding the more heavily patrolled border areas and eventually landing in central Texas after a time over the Gulf of Mexico. He considers himself lucky to be alive.

There was little to do for a former cartel member in the United States that wouldn't lead to you getting caught, so using what connections he had left, he attached himself to the black market, joining a few stickup crews before meeting up with Sharp, who he propositioned, mentioning his skill at creating explosives.

Skills: Most obvious of Donald's abilities is his bomb-crafting abilities, which he is quite proud of. He's also got a talent in smuggling and avoiding attention. Due to his fluency in Guyanese Creole, he's also good at distraction, as even though Guyanese is still English, it's strange enough to be almost indecipherable, meaning that people will spend time attempting to decipher what the hell he just said instead of just ignoring him.

Favourite song: You Shook Me All Night Long - ACDC

[Big Dread]

Whitney "Ink" Hendrix

WHITNEY HENDRIX

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:
Let Me Ride - Dr. Dre

[Techne]

Gwen Fuchs

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_{A G E}

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_{N A T I O N A L I T Y}

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German

_{A L I A S E S}

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Rebecca Rommel, Germaine de Staël, Jane Snyder

_{H E I S T N A M E}

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Fox

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

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A Pair of AMT Longslides, and a KM2000 for when things get more personal.
_{Generally though if Gwen is actually partaking in the violence things have gone to shit}

_{D I S T I N C T I V E F E A T U R E S}

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A woman bathed exclusively in blacks and greys that always wears runners with pink shoelaces. She wears no mask unlike her cohorts.

_{T E A M R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y}

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The Infiltrator: A quick-witted charmer and a woman of many disguises, accents, and the the like. Gwen is usually put on reconnaissance gathering intelligence about the mark and when it comes down to it generally getting into places she isn't supposed to. The first drops of rain before the storm as it were.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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All smiles and charm you'll want to tell Gwen she forget your watch after she just took your wallet. Spirits are high when she is around and not just because she's the first to buy a round of drinks. She is always on in that regard, always presenting, always keeping up the cool face, and it gets difficult to tell where Gwen stops and the Fox begins. Though it is safe to say that she is a very prideful creature who thinks very highly of herself. Also if you would like your sensitive bits intact it would be wise not to mention her family.

When the real Gwen manages to slip through in the rare moments that she feels comfortable you get to see that she's more of a less heightened version of the Fox she presents. She's still pretty full of herself, smart with a real thing for numbers and playing nice isn't that hard to do when your already a fairly amicable person yourself. She's flighty and will probably leave you to die but at least she will feel bad about it. Yet you also see the bundle of insecurities and fears that lay beneath. She's scared of messing up, she's scared of slipping, she's scared that her father is right and that she is nothing more than a waste of space, and maybe most childishly she's scared that people won't like the 'real' her. Yet when push comes to shove she knows how to move.

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To understand Gwen you need to understand the Fuchs family. It all started with her grandfather, a smart lad who made his fortune selling Nazi artifacts that he helped loot and steal in the first place back to their rightful owners at twice the price after the War. The Fuchs family with their new wealth would slowly yet surely make a name for themselves as business mongrels whose shadier dealings were often ignored on account of the large amounts of money they invested in the rebuilding efforts of West Germany.

Gwen's father Henrik was a legitimate businessman, legitimate in the sense that he had enough money that he was basically untouchable, who dealt in "proper business transactions". Gwen was the second of three children born into a loveless marriage and at the age of ten was swiftly sent away to Saint Ascelina School for Girls in Saarland away from her family home in Berlin. Saint Ascelina School was a primer boarding school known for producing some of the best and brightest and Gwen hated all eight years of it.

Though it would be here that Gwen would begin to partake in her family's pastime, making a tidy little profit smuggling in and selling banned substances anything fro cigarettes, to alcohol, to boys. She would somehow make it through her time at Saint Acelina without getting expelled and partly through her grades but mostly her father's money she would be admitted into Heidelberg University. She would drop out a term later partly to spite her father, and partly because it just 'wasn't her thing'.

Refusing to go back to her Father that had treated her like she hadn't even existed, she took to harnessing her skills at Saint Acelina for much bigger scores. It was perfect in a way, you never suspected that the polite young woman you were talking to was waiting around in the park to talk to a contact about selling a crate of military grade explosives.

Eventually things started catching back up to her and she fled across the Atlantic looking for safe harbor and new work. Here the name Fuchs meant little and she could start anew, and do it better than her father ever had. And well you know the rest.

_{S K I L L S}

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Gwen's a people person through and through. She knows how far a quick tongue and a smile at the right time can get you and well lying is pretty much second-nature at this point. She's also knows how to be pretty inconspicuous when it comes down to it how to get lost in a crowd, and not draw attention to herself a fairly useful skill when she's infiltrating. These skills of subterfuge are matched with a highly extensive makeup kit and wigs to disguise pretty much anyone into anyone else at least for a couple of moments. She's pretty shit with a gun though and would much rather prefer getting up close and personal.

_{F A V O R I T E S O N G}

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Move.