forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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Name: Sol McNeil
Age (Late teens-late 20s): 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan
Appearance: Sol is about 5'11" feet tall and about 180 pounds (she is mostly muscle) Light brown hair that is very curly (pretty much looks like corkscrews) light brown eyes, freckles splattered across her shoulders and nose, lightly tanned skin, very muscular. She wears a purple sleeveless cropped hoodie, high-waisted black shorts, thigh high black socks, black fingerless gloves, and black sneakers, or she wears a black tank top with black ripped jeans, black sneakers, and a purple unzipped sweatshirt.
Personality: Sol is kinda a goofball, but is very serious when needed. She's quite ambitious, always looking forward to the next heist. She loves her friends and is pretty loyal, and will protect them with all of her strength.
Specialty (Role): Muscle, but she's also a very good gymnast and a very good shot.
Weakness(es): She isn't that good with boundaries, though she tries. When people get on her bad side, it may not even be intentional. If you get on her bad side, you probably are going to stay there and even if you make up with her she will still have some doubt of you.
Weapon of choice: HER FISTS. But she also normally keeps a gun on her and a small knife.
Background: She started in martial arts at the age of five, and worked very hard until when she was about twelve, her instructor saw she was doing better than anyone else and decided to take her under his wing, until she surpassed him by the age of 16. She used to help people all the time, and beat up bullies, muggers, anyone who would inflict pain upon others, until she got tired of not being awarded for her efforts. So she decided to go bad. She made new friends, got to use her abilities, and made money, so it was worth it to her.
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Likes (optional): Books, hand-to-hand combat, completing things
Dislikes (optional): Mustard, way too tight clothing, people who can't take a joke, carbonated drinks
A quote you think describes them (optional): "If you see your glass is half empty, pour it into a smaller glass and stop bitching"
Other (optional):

Is Sol okay?

Yes, she's great

I think we just need to wait for Lex to make a hacker character and then we'll start.

I'm working on one now, I'm mmaking one from scratch and was wondering what gender they should be?

We only have one dude

Yeah a guy would probably be good

Okay… I made them Agender.

Okay cool

Coolio

:D question. does the crew all live together?

They all have separate homes but usually, Casey will have them stay with her during a heist or mission for safety. But she'll say its for convenience so she doesn't lose any of them.

Name: Lane Stone
Age (Late teens-late 20s): 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aromantic
Appearance: Lane is a short dude and skinny with pale skin and freckles all over his body, his cheeks are always flushed from sugar and he has one dimple on the right side of his face. He has brown hair dyed light purple at the tips.
Personality: Lane is very hyper and is usually thought to be high. He is always smiling an unsettling grin as he clicks away on his computer. More often then not, you will see him with multiple types of candy handing down from his mouth.
Specialty (Role): Hacker
Weakness(es): Well, he's a bit selfish and more than insane. He will literally save all his candy instead of saving his teammates, this sometimes makes the others wary of him.
Weapon of choice: A taser and a wicked looking knife.
Hogwarts House: Slytherclaw
Likes (optional): Gummy bears, murder, candy canes, sugar, gummy worms, hacking into secure sites and posting candy as their background.
A quote you think describes them (optional): “But perhaps a person only has two real residences: the childhood home and the grave.”

Looks good! I’ll write a starter and then we can start but idk how long it’ll take me

Cool

(Sorry guys, homework. Btw she has an apartment on Main Street and the text was to everyone)

"You want what?" Casey couldn't believe what she was hearing. She held the burner phone up to her face, which was a mask of disbelief.
"I believe I have made my intentions clear, Cortel."
Casey scoffed silently to herself. She considered the offer. "And why do you need me? There's no one else who could get this for you for a better price?"
"I have chosen to hire you for your discretion, Cortel. You've pulled off countless thieveries and murders and almost everyone is no where near figuring out who did them. I am aware of the difficulty of the situation, but your team's skills get the highest praise of anyone I've heard of and I've barely heard anything about you. I have a job I need to be done, you and your team have the skill set to do it. Or so I've been told. Are the rumors true?" the voice challenged.
Casey rubbed her hand against her forehead, but her voice was surprisingly confident. "They are . . . for the right price that is."
"Which is?"
Casey thought. "Nine point five billion."
"Eight point five."
"Nine."
The voice on the other end was silent. "Deal. My people will be in contact."
"Just a moment Sir. I don't make billion-dollar deals with a voice over the phone. I'd like a meeting."
"Fine," the voice said after a moment. Casey could tell he wasn't happy about it. "Where and when?"
"My people will be in contact," Casey replied. "Goodbye Mr. Warner." And before he could say another word, Casey flipped the phone shut. She ran her fingers through her long hair and breathed out. Then she opened the phone back up and sent out four text messages that all said the same thing. 'Main Street. 3 hours.'

Lane yawned, quickly taking a swing of Redbull. He looked down at his phone and smiled, Casey had texted him a place and time. "Ohoho, another job! Fabulous!" He cheered, startling the dog that was laying by his feet. 'How much this time?' He texted her quickly, pressing send and returning to writing some code.

Cameron was sharpening his dagger on a shiv of leather, humming to the song he was playing. An annoying ding interrupted the slow, catchy song and he snatched up his phone.
“Main Street? Three hours? Christ, I could take a nap in that time.” He pocketed his phone and continued the sharpening of his knife, continuing with his activity until time came.

Casey looked down at her phone. Lane had texted her. She read it and rolled her eyes. Lane had always been overeager. Though she supposed it did show his trust in her for him to take her word and show up. Though that could have been fear. ‘10 digits’ she texted. She opened up her laptop and started her research.

Cough is that a nickname for Lane or….//

Has no clue what's going on with my own character//

Luca had been stretching precariously on the rooftop of a high rise, when the text chirped from her phone. Opening her eyes in annoyance, she contemplated not looking at it and returning to her taraksvasana pose. But if it's Casey…. She sighed, letting her body unfold slowly.
Once both feet were firmly on the ground, she peered at the text, her lovely cat like eyes narrowing in pleasure. "Fun times." She murmured, walking towards the stairs. We're gonna take this world by storm.