Eden Callaway
27 years old

Mask:
Skills/ Weapons:
~ Manipulation
~ Lying
~ Charm
~ Gymnastics
~ Expert marksman
~ 26 Glock
~ Bluetooth ear piece with spy camera and built in DVR
~ Bug detector (detects wireless bugs and hidden cameras)
~ Tear gas pellets
~ 2 syringes filled with GHB

History: Eden was born to American parents living in Germany, working as double agents for the intelligence agencies of both nations. They were found out when Eden was a little girl and they fled to America where they were offered protection for whatever intelligence they had. Eden grew up unaware of the double crossing her parents had done or anything much about their lives before her. They did speak German at home sometimes though and often lamented being unable to go back. Thinking it would make her parents proud, she went to college in Germany, where she was one day picked up and blindfolded, taken in by the agency her parents had squealed on years ago. Her parents had never thought they would find out this was their daughter, much less think she would know anything.

Tortured mentally and emotionally, it was eventually realized Eden knew nothing about her parents line of work and she was let go. After the experience she was never the same though. She'd never been a completely good girl or bad one per say, but something had snapped. She threw herself into spy classes and espionage work, taking class after class on psychology and the criminal mind. Studying case after case. She became obsessed. Mostly because she began connecting similarities between herself and the criminals she studied, and identifying with them. Their motivations.

After she graduated, she returned to America, but didn't move back in with her parents. Instead she lived alone and began cat burglary. She found it thrilling and honestly, she was great at it. Mostly because if she did get caught, she could talk her way out of anything. She made a few mistakes along the way, and has the scars to prove it. But she has never been caught again like she did that day in Germany, fighting tooth and nail to avoid any such thing again.'

One time she did get caught by one of her victims, a Booker Conway. Luckily, instead of handing her over to any sort of police authority, he offered her a position within this 'family' of thieves.

Other: She is wanted in many places for many thefts, and by the CIA whose radar she managed to fall off of, but they are still looking for any info about her. Because of this she makes a point to avoid her parents or anyone for that matter who isn't already a criminal, so she doesn't bring them down with her.

"You think those things stuck in your face make you look cute?"

Nora peered upwards towards the man sitting across from her behind his mahogany desk cluttered with papers, open files, and various office supplies such as a phone, a stapler and a hole punch. Bitter, she narrowed her eyes beneath the shadows of the hood drawn over her jet black hair, a vicious and disinterested scowl towards what this pompous bastard had to say about her appearance, namely the hardware in her eyebrow and her nose, his grim expression neatly mirroring her own. "Because they don't. They make you look scary, like a no good thug. Next meeting, I want you to take those out and put on some bright colors for Jesus' sake. It's no wonder your ability to socialize with others is almost nonexistent. I mean, if I ever saw someone dressed like you, I don't believe I'd want to carry on a conversation, let alone speak a word." Quietly the hacker ducked her head, just so this man couldn't see the flames billowing within her eyes, flames that threatened to spill forth and scald the inhuman prick. She clenched her fists tight in her lap, gritting her teeth in such paroxysm behind her lips. Much to her chagrin, Nora could only remain quiet as the bastard carried on in that damned belittling tone of his, lifting from his desk a few scraps of paper, the text upon the bleached white sheets so small in typeface that even from a few feet or so, Nora could barely read it....oh....but he could, "My....even your track record shows you fail to be sociable. You've been kicked out of three foster homes for disruptive and violent behavior and failed to adapt to the state's public education system, dropping out of school at age 17. You've also been arrested on charges of vagrancy, public disturbance due to intoxication, lashing out towards local law enforcement, and last but not least, smashing a man's face in with a laptop. Well...you certainly don't play nice with others, do you Miss Cypher?"

"Why should I?" Blunt, empty and rather cold Nora responded for once to this man. Who was he? His name was Richter Howard, the mayor of the city. He was also....much to the woman's cringing dismay, her new guardian. So why would a twenty-two year old woman need a legal guardian? Simple, because a few signed and notorized documents withheld by the state proclaim that Nora is legally incompetent, and until she can prove otherwise, she will continue to be in the care of the state's welfare and guardianship program. Richter sighed irritably fixing his glasses upon his wrinkled brow and crooked nose, "Because if you continue this outlandish behavior, then I will keep my control over your financial assets and I will deny your legal competence to the state. Furthermore......if you continue to chide me further, Miss Cypher, then you will leave me no choice but to admit you into an institution." Institution? Nora, just at the mention of such a word, her entire body felt limp, damn near lifeless. Her eyes widened, her palms perspired as a tight, clenching feeling assaulted her throat, making even the mundane task of breathing such an arduous task. No....he wouldn't dare! But....this was Richter....of course he would. He was the mayor.... "Would you like that?" He asked, his face inching closer to Nora's so she could see clearly the seriousness in his dark brown eyes, tinted black by the anger surging through him unto the woman. "Would you like to be locked away forever among people who are far more insane than you are?"

Nora lifted her glance towards Richter. Though frightened she was by the aspect of being thrown in an asylum, she didn't let it show in her piercing glare towards her guardian, her lips parting as words of her own followed, "I just came here for my money. That's all, Richter." Richter replied, a rather snarky and insolent grin as if to spit in Nora's face, "And you will have it, but only after you have proved deep down you're not a violent psychopath and a social degenerate." Back behind his desk he went again, reaching from underneath to pull forth a shot glass and a bottle of Crown. Nora merely observed stone-faced as he poured himself a drink and gulped the shot down before adjusting his tie. "Since we're on the subject of money, how has the job searching been going?" "I work on computers now." Nora answered, a blazing huff of air from her pierced nose. "Oh, a tech job. How nice." Retorted Richter downing another shot. "How much do you make at this computer job of yours?"

"That's none of your business."

"It is when I'm the one in charge of your financial assets."

Nora sighed, "Whatever.....I make enough to get by."

"So you do." Rather nonchalant was Richter's reply. "So tell me, why do you need ten thousand dollars if all you do is pay rent for some crummy ass apartment?"

"I shouldn't have to tell you!" Growled Nora. "I shouldn't have to beg for my money either. I'm not a child!"

[b]"True." Richter returned, "But still you continue to act like one. I will give you an allowance, but not the amount you requested. After you have payed your rent and your utilities, do something productive with the leftover funds, like I don't know, maybe donate to a charity or buy you some nicer clothes and a haircut, and maybe get those fucking piercings out of your face." There was that last hint of venom dripping off his words as fiercely his pen scribbled out his loathsome name in thick blue ink upon a check..... a check for a measly two hundred dollars which begrudgingly he handed to Nora. In a quick snap of her hand, Nora wrenched the check away from Richter, already on her feet and storming towards the door. "I do hope our next meeting goes better, Miss Cypher. Goodbye."

"FUCK YOU." and with that Nora slammed the door with all her might, a fearsome thunder echoing through the halls of the mayoral office, as was the bitter trudging of her boots towards the elevator. Richter......oh how much Nora wanted to see him burn.....

Name: Milo Cash

Age: 21 (just old enough to drink to a good nights work)

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Mask Picture: (How many can I have, I would swap them per duty since I plan to have a preferred job but will do whatever boss needs him to do)

Skills/ Weapons:
Wheelman, minor lock-picking, running and parquor. Some martial arts he learned from the internet
5- knives, Machete, 1- 9mm pistol (Reniah), 1- .45 Pistol (Cali), and 1- .50 Caliber Revolver (Yes these exist, no it won't be used often) [Lexa]

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