forum Heist Squad! (The Revival | Closed)

Started June 03, 2019 by @Moxie group

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Go ahead lmao I'm sure he'll eventually warm up to the idea

So when's this going to start?

Name: Seth James Parker
Age: (Late teens-late 20s): 20
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: tall and lean, tan skinned and sharply defined in bone structure. His black hair is styled in a quiff that leaves strands of hair to curl along his temple. His eyes are stormy gray and his lips and soft and pink, adding some boyish charm to him.
Personality: Snobbish and cocky to the uttermost but also very intelligent and observant. He'd rather you hate him than get close to him, so he uses his skills to make himself very standoffish and manipulative, but can be a gentleman about if you have enough money. He knows how to use his words and status very well.
Clothing: Mission outfits and Regular outfits are the same. Seth is a man that looks his best regardless, whether it be in impeccable tailored charcoal black Valvano suit, or in his birthday suit ;)
Specialty (Role): Informant/Inside Man
Weakness(es): Working with others. Despite what his attitude suggests, Seth is a really caring guy and when he has to do tough things, he'd rather not do it with people at stake, especially those he has to work with. "Having to consider others make room for compromise in a situation that can be solved swift and fast. Morality wants to rear it's ugly head and things get messy."
Weapon of choice: His tongue but if it must come down to a physical weapon, a gun will be suffice.
Background: He comes from a life of wealth, fame, and power-games. His parents are very important people which makes him an important person. He knows the games his parents play to stay at the top, and he's learned to manipulate that game to his own liking.
Likes (optional): Money, conversation, valuable things, and the quiet where he can think.
Dislikes (optional): Loud people…sigh
A quote you think describes them (optional): "I DON'T MAKE DEALS WITH PEASANTS!" - Emperor Kuzco
Other (optional): None
Shipping: Sure, but advance with caution

I feel like Lloyd just freezing up in fights is gonna end up being a pretty big problem because he's literally just gonna get shot (which will probably end up happening honestly since I like hurting my poor characters)

Name: Casey Cortel
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Smooth, tanned skin. Dark, filled, defined lips. She has long eyelashes and sharp, well-groomed eyebrows. Her eyes are dark and cold and empty. She has severe resting bitch face. Her facial features are sharp and harsh. Her nose is thin and long. She doesn't have incredibly defined cheekbones but she does have a well-defined jawline. She has an easy, dangerous smile and a terrifying laugh. She's thin but her arms, legs, and abdomen are muscular. Her hair is straight, dark black, and goes just past her shoulders.
Clothing: Her regular outfit is black skinny jeans with a surprising amount of stretch; a plain, dark-colored t-shirt or button up, a black bomber jacket, and black combat boots or black wedges depending on the situation. Her mission outfit is similar but her mission jacket is specially designed with special pockets fitted with weapons and other hidden things. She also wears leather fingerless gloves and special steel-toed boots.
Personality: Doesn't care about anyone's feelings. She is cold, calculating, efficient. She runs a tight ship and doesn't take any nonsense from anyone. She knows how to be patient when she needs to be. She does not hesitate to be violent or to destroy you completely. She has worked very hard to build up her reputation as a dangerous, bloody whisper in the wind. Very insensitive. Get used to it.
Specialty: The Leader
Weakness(es): Her team. She would probably die for all of them, not that she would let anyone else know that.
Weapon of choice: Handgun. She's got a lot of really cool holsters.
Background: She started off by following in her father's footsteps and joining his gang and becoming a drug dealer. When something went wrong with a rival gang the rival gang killed everyone in the gang and all of her family except her right in front of her eyes. She was the only one who escaped. She was 16. She then used her father's overseas contacts and spent the next eight years networking, brutally killing, and building up her empire.
Likes: Tea, cats, when things go her way, men begging her for their lives, rainstorms
Dislikes: Overly stupid people, trains, when things don't go her way.
A quote you think describes them: "Let me put your mind at ease. I'm never telling you everything."
Other (optional): She is one of the richest people her age (illegally of course, so no one knows this). People fear a ghost called Cortel. They don't know it's a twenty-four-year-old woman and often underestimate her when they first see her. But between her cold eyes, her facial expressions, and her terrifying smile and laugh, their first assumption doesn't last long. She is a really good pick-pocket.
Shipping?: Yeah but good luck

So when's this going to start?

When everyone has posted their character. Don't worry, it'll happen

Alrighty

what if Luca tried to tease Lloyd when he first shows up but he's like, entirely unfazed because he's gay lol

Oh no. Luca's not like that. :P She's actually pretty cool and only uses her looks for missions and such.

Oh Eris are we going to be shipping Luca and Cameron again?

Ermmmmm idk! We will have to see.

Alrighty lmao.

I'm excited for this to start

Cool cool

Name: Cinthia Opeyemi (Cin/Sin)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning, but might be convinced to swing either way.
Appearance: She's very self-conscious about her appearance since she looked different from her entire family. She's a very lean but athletic girl with typically subtle curves, except her waist creates a pronounced hourglass shape. Her face is sharp and angular, and can easily become cold and unfeeling, adding to the intimidating look she can don on a whim. Her skin has a darkish olive complexion, but her left arm, some parts of her left side and leg, and spots on the left side of her face and neck have faintish burns on them. Her eyes are heterochromia, the right eye a light blue and the left a dark green. She's very self-conscious about her eyes and will usually do her best to hide them, as well as the burns. She has a long and large mass of tight black curls (or black with silver streaks, depending on how the light is hitting on it) that invade her face and refuse to be tamed. If she's feeling frisky, she'll have the one side of her head braided into cornrows. Other than that, she usually just lets it be and brushes it every once in a while–though, that doesn't really make much of a difference. Faint scars pepper her body. She's also somewhat tall at 5'8 and 1/2.
Clothing: She covers all that she can, so that means trenchcoat-like jackets, skinny jeans, knee-high boots, long-sleeved shirts, thin gloves, and anything with a hood if she's really paranoid. Her favorite color to wear is black or gray–or both. She wears the same thing for both missions and casual, but her mission clothes are leather and have lots of hidden pockets for weapons, and she also has a cloth mask covering her face from the nose down.
Personality: She is a natural-born leader, able to appease to virtually anyone once given the time to analyze their interests and personalities–though she has no problem with letting others take control. However, most people she has met either hates her or loves her, there is no in between. Her allies are willing to stand behind her no matter the cause. While very intelligent and a quick thinker, she typically opts for improvisation over meticulous plans. This is because she firmly believes that thought-out plans leave little room for mistakes or unaccounted moves on the opponent's part. She knows who she is working with, so she'll call on a select few to handle situations how they feel it should be handled. If the situation truly calls for it, she will step in and lay out a strategy that almost always works in their favor. She is usually withdrawn but can be an excellent speaker when need be, moving people to her side with relative ease. She takes the time to get to know people so that she is more present and likable. She also relates to those who have gone through similar experiences as she had, so that gains even more respect. She doesn't think of herself as more important or more deserving than others. She can be intimidating to those she doesn't know and has no interest in gaining their approval, but that is only a facade hiding how caring she truly is. That being said, if you get on her nerves for too long, she won't hesitate to hurtle the nearest object at your head. Don't worry. She'll miss on purpose. :) Following the intimidating side of her, she is absolutely ruthless towards her enemies, not hesitating to make a kill if she needs to. Language nerd.
Specialty: Scout. She works to gather secrets on people that could be useful in the long run, and use those secrets against them and to her advantage. She also helps the leader come up with the best course of action. With her vast knowledge of languages, she can also work as a translator.
Weakness(es): Though she puts on a mask of confidence, she's really doubting herself the entire time. She also will argue with you to the death if she thinks she's right. May be a little quick to slit someone's throat if they pissed her off. Insomnia sucks, so she's sleep-deprived 80% of the time. HATES being touched by people she's not close with, and even then will complain if a friend hooks an arm around her or tries to hug her.
Weapon of choice: Her twin double-bladed daggers. They're like normal daggers, but with a razor-sharp blade on either side of the hilt. One edge of the blade is thin and sharp for quick, clean kills, the other is slightly jagged for more painful slashes.
Background: Cast away by her unknown biological parents, she was adopted by a high-class family that looked down on her. She was never good enough in their eyes. Her eyes were ugly, her hair was a rat's nest, her skin was too dark, she was too tall, she was too quiet, she spent too much time with books, she shouldn't be learning about other people. She was both physically and verbally abused for the entirety of her childhood. It got so bad that her adoptive mother poured boiling water over her, causing her burn marks on her left side. After she healed enough to move at least some, she took to the streets and lived there. She eventually learned how to be invisible, blending into the darkness and learning people's secrets. She used her languages and ability to mimic accents to charm people into doing what she wanted. Those that stood in her way were soon on their knees, begging for mercy. She became a sorta Shadow of the streets, no one knowing if she was there eavesdropping or not.
Likes: Learning about other cultures and languages, as well as any trivial thing that she finds in the library. She's also got a knack for cooking, especially sweets. Cats. The night.
Dislikes: Stuck up snobs that think they're better than everybody else, being touched, being forced to do something she doesn't agree with, dogs, people who belittle others for the hell of it.
A quote you think describes them: I've got a few. "Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make Hell feel like home." -Unknown. "When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance." -J K Rowling. And one that she says: "You try to blind me, but the joke's on you–I thrive in the darkness."
Other (optional): She's got a twin brother named Wulfric (Wolf) that almost looks exactly like her if she were a dude.
Shipping?: I mean, you can try

Oooo noice

Casey Cortel held her phone up to her ear. Her face was a calm mask. She laughed bitterly at something the person on the other line had said. "So it's a suicide mission." She continued to listen and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, the rumors are true. I could be able to get it done . . . for the right price." A number was offered and the criminal laughed a cold, harsh laugh. "Who do you think I am? Higher." The voice offered another number. "Nine point five. Nine?" There was a long, drawn out silence. It filled the whole room. "Fine. I'll be in touch." She laughed another cold, merciless laugh. "What? You thought you'd call me up, promise me money and I wouldn't see you again until the job was done? No. We're not done yet. I'll see you soon Mr. Warner."

Casey sat back in her chair, staring at the phone. She couldn't do this on her own. She would need help. She typed out four letters. Summonings. To be here as soon as possible. She sent her personal messengers to send the letters. They might just be able to pull this off.

Lloyd was confused when a stranger handed him a letter, as he didn't really have any friends who would be writing to him, but accepted it anyways. He waited until he was in a secluded place before opening it. A summons… where did this person get my name? Well, I haven't anything better to do… He folded the letter back up and put it in his laptop case, making his way to the address listed in the letter. Once he found the place, he knocked on the door with no clue who would be opening the door or for what purpose.

Luca had been stretching precariously on the rooftop balcony of a high rise, when the messenger in all black appeared by her side without a sound, letter in hand. 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. She wondered how the woman had known where she'd be. It wasn't like this lavish apartment was Luca's. In fact the gentleman that did own the apartment was laying unconscious in the panic room still.
Once both feet were firmly on the ground, she peered at the letter, her lovely cat like eyes narrowing in pleasure. "Fun times." She murmured, walking towards the door, pausing only to scoop up her shoes and her duffel full of jewels.

A knock that split the night of a comfy house near a beach and a yanking open of a door revealed the tired face of Cameron. He was up late finishing up normal-bill paying deeds and smoking a cigar. His eyes set on the familiar messenger, taking the letter and opening it right there.
"Hm. Well, considering you have better contact to her, I'll be there as soon as possible," Cameron muttered through his cigar, folding up the letter and puffing a huff of smoke into the messenger's face, shutting the door. He turned on his socked heel, slipped the cigar from his lips and crushed the butt into a cigar pan in the living room.

Cinthia was spying on a particular group of shady individuals, listening to their conversation with a cocked head and sealed lips. Her limbs were growing numb from crouching and standing still for so long, but the sweet, sweet, secrets being spilled from their lips was like music to her ears. Just even more contacts in my pocket, she thought bitterly. As their conversation came to a close, she stood and shook out her aching limbs, then turned–

Her daggers were in her hands within seconds as she faced this stranger, dark gray eyes narrowed beneath her heavy hood. "What business," she demanded coolly, her husky voice muffled by the cloth mask over her nose and mouth. The person didn't say anything, just handed her a letter with a familiar seal. Ah. She sliced it open with the sharp edge of one of her blades, then read the letter. Her eyes darted over the paper, and her face didn't change as she folded it back up and tucked it into a hidden breast pocket of her trench coat. Time to see what Cortel wants, she thought as she lept over the buildings and blended into the darkness out of habit.