Appearance Description: A handsome man by anyone's standards, Juan Ramiro stands at 5'10" and weighs around 160 pounds. His eyes are pale blue and disarming, but with a gleam of mischief, like the dull curtain of a soft, persistent rain -- and the rainbow left in its wake. His hair is chocolate-brown, messy, coming down just to his ears. Juan has a strong physique, though not overly muscular. His attire of choice is a black, high-end suit, three-piece, with the jacket replaced by a black leather one. When outside, he dons a pair of black sunglasses, and will not go anywhere without his father's old watch on his left wrist.

Name: Juan Ramiro Medina

Nickname: El Tiburón -- "The Shark"

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Nationality: Mexican

Role: Con/Fence

Personality: Juan is a man of many faces: an opportunistic trait many con-men acquire. Or, perhaps, it is these men who find their way to a life of crime, and not the other way around. For his friends -- and he does not have many genuine ones -- Juan is lighthearted and witty. He was born with the knack to talk, and has used that to get out of many a hostile situation. When faced with stress, he is the first to try to diffuse the situation, believing stress to be "a vulgar and unnecessary habit". However, his life has not been without trauma, and Juan did not come out unscathed. He has killed, and sinned in many a way, and there are moments when he grows quiet and distant. But he buries it, and moves on.

Biography: Juan Ramiro Medina was born in Mexico City, and lived in the town of Teoloyucan, Mexico until he was 20. His father, Manuel, was a firefighter, and his mother -- Teresa -- a waitress. his little sister, Gabriela, was born two years later, and the family lived a modest life in a small, one-story ranch on the outskirts of town. Despite his family's situation, Juan immediately stuck out in public school. He was nearly always the brightest child in each of his classes, and excelled specifically in mathematics. His other major talent was that he was a fantastic speaker, often being the one to mediate any situation (and occasionally, the one to talk his way out of a detention or two). All signs pointed to Juan having a bright, legitimate and successful future. However, fate was not on his side, as an explosion took both of his parents' lives one afternoon at their house.
Seventeen year old Juan and fifteen year old Gabriela were both at school. When they learned of their parents' death, they were told it was an accident -- that the likely cause was ignition of the gas in the stove. Juan was skeptical, but kept these feelings to himself, not wanting to worry his sister. He moved into an apartment and began to raise his sister by himself. Quickly, however, he realized he could not manage to live on a part-time job's salary, and dropped out of school his senior year. The potential employers, however, were not looking for high school dropouts, and Juan took to a life of crime. For a while, he traversed the streets of Mexico City running short-cons and pickpocketing. But by the time he was twenty, his skills grew to include basic forgery and identity theft.
After his sister graduated, twenty year-old Juan decided he would pursue larger targets. Though he now lived comfortably in Teoloyucan, he could not imagine the wealth he would obtain in the United States. His destination, after much deliberation, ended up being the City of Angels - Los Angeles.
Once in L.A., Juan found himself making more money than he knew what to do with. At first, much of it he sent back to Gabriela, but he still could afford many luxuries. luxuries he had never before even witnessed in Mexico. He worked solo for a few years, doing jobs for employers that needed something stolen. He was always careful to make sure there was no trail to lead back to him or his clients. "Anonymity," he once quipped, "is just about as important to me as my appearance." However, he joined up with a larger crew to work a big job, and ended up sticking with them for a period of three years. They became his family, a surrogate for his dead parents and distant sister. Together, the crew made a fortune. And then, unknowingly, they robbed from the Columbian Cartel. Everything else went down so fast: one of their crew turned on them, tipped the Cartel off, gunned them down. For the second time, Juan's family had died. This time, it was no accident. Only he and one other managed to make it out alive. After that he liquidated what assets he could -- not much -- and left L.A. for greener pastures. He was initially hesitant to join a new crew, but found strength in numbers and skill, and cautiously signed up.

Equipment:
When able, Juan carries a silenced Beretta 92A1 handgun and a Smith & Wesson executive foldable blade.
He has a high-tech card reader for skimming credit cards and other critical belongings

Relationships:
Werner Coetzee: "Werner has it all figured out, and I respect that. I've known him longer than the rest and, as different as we are, I know that I can trust him to get a job done and done right."
Angelo Ortega: "Angelo? The kid's in a rough spot, and it isn't particularly healthy. I mean, I'm no stranger to the drink, but sooner or later he's gonna burn out on those psychedelics. At least he doesn't let it get in the way of the job -- I thank him for that. I suppose the best I can do is be there for him if he thinks he's gonna break."
James Stewart: "James is a good man. A friend. It's been a long time since I could call anyone that, really, but he deserves the title. His skills are invaluable, and I've had the opportunity to work closely with him on jobs involving falsifying identities and the like."
Charlotte Chambers: "There are times when I want to strangle Charlotte. And there are times when I think I might be in love. She's a grim reminder of someone I doubt I'll ever see again, and she gives Cons like me a run for our money. I trust her, sure: in a good crew you need to, for better or for worse. I'll sort my feelings out later: We've got jobs to do in the meantime."
Mike Hudson: "Mike's a total mystery. He walks a fine line between serenity and explosive rage; a line I didn't even know existed. I think there's conflict behind those eyes, but he hides it like a pro. Anyway, it's not like I'm worried he'll snap during a job: I trust him to separate the personal from the criminal. But we can only hold so much in for so long before it gets to be too much. I've learned that lesson, maybe."
Jim Stark: "One of these day's Jim's gonna get fired up and literally explode from the anger. Shit, Mike and I'll have to spend weeks trying to find another gun guy. In the meantime, Jim's rants are mainly just breaths of hot whiskey-tinged air. It's tolerable, really, considering his value to the crew. I think his heart's in the right place, too. It might be a bit smaller that everyone else's, but.. Yeah, definitely in the right place."
Alexander Mauk: "Mauk is shady, but valuable. He gives us contracts, specs, and other goodies; in exchange, he gets a decent cut of the profits. It'd sure be nice to meet the man who's been helping me pull heists for over a year, though."

Miscellanous: Juan's sister, Gabriela, still lives in Mexico and is unaware of his criminal activities. She's a schoolteacher, an innocent, and Juan does his best to shelter her from his life.

Theme Song: Over The Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin

Appearance Description: Werner stands at 6’1 and weighs in at 185 lbs, with broad shoulders and lean muscle. His hands are rough and callused from a life of working on his vehicles, but still manage more nimble work like picking locks. Werner’s right pinkie finger is missing from the first knuckle up, leaving a rounded stump. His skin is a mess of scars and tattoos accumulated over time, most of them faded, but others fresh. While some might consider scars to be attractive, few would consider those that mar Werner’s flesh appealing. Most are non-uniform splashes of rough flesh from burns or road rash, but a few, like the two that dig into his cheek, have been acquired through other means. Werner covered most of the unmarked spots with large and elegant tattoos, none with any deep meaning, though he refrained from inking past his neck, and his feet and hands are free of tattoos as well. A large, colorful mural on his back depicts an old whaling ship under attack by a giant orange squid. His left arm from shoulder to wrist is cloaked in a massive red dragon in a traditional Japanese style. Werner has a few other tattoos of a similar fashion to these two on his other limbs as well.

Name: Werner Coetzee

Nickname: Blitz

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Role: Driver

Personality: Werner doesn't ever really say much. He’s a very reserved and calm man for the most part, only speaking when needed. Werner isn’t shy, he's simply never has much to say. He is much more content to stand and listen during the conversation, absorbing everything like a sponge. Werner is exceptional at reading emotions since he focuses on others so much, but has a difficult time expressing, and hiding, his own feelings. The driver acts almost solely on emotions rather than logic, though he maintains a stoic face during heists. While he speaks with good grammar, his vocabulary is pretty limited, exhibiting his lack of a proper education. His knowledge rarely extends outside of mechanics, but he displays a very deep understanding of the entire subject.
Despite being a criminal, Werner is a reasonably moral man thanks to his upbringing in the Mormon Church. He doesn't drink, smoke, gamble, or take advantage of women, and tries to do the best by people. Still, he is torn between his legitimate life on the surface as a mechanic and what keeps him afloat, strong-arm robbery. He feels a strong connection to his absent father, an avid motorist, when working either job, and the fact his mother loved watching him work and ride his motorcycle doesn’t help discourage criminal activities. Charlize relished in the fact that her son, while a failure in the school system, worked hard towards his dream as a mechanic, never realizing what it would lead to. Werner’s hypocritical take on life, trying to harm no-one while at the same time robbing banks, probably also stems from his mother, who was both a prostitute and church-goer. It wasn’t really until he met Florenda that he really began questioning his lifestyle, and now that they’re separated, he dwells less and less on it. While the mechanic has been in numerous fist fights, none of them resulted in any fatalities. He’s never shot or killed anyone, but given the option, he is likely to take another’s life to preserve his own; Werner is even more likely to kill to save a friend.
Werner is generally a very trusting and kind man, going out of his way to help others when possible. Those who are very close to him, such as Luke and Florenda, however, have his undying loyalty. He would do anything for those within this circle, even if it meant risking his own life.

Biography: Werner Coetzee never really had much of a chance at a normal life. His mother, Charlize, was a young woman who left her abusive home in search of fame as a showgirl in Las Vegas. The naive girl was quickly seduced by a young man with a passion for cars, who later came to be Werner’s father. The man left Charlize, never knowing she was pregnant, forcing a teenager to bear the full burden of an infant son with no means of an income and no family in Vegas. Without any other option, Werner’s mother resorted to prostitution in order to feed her child, often neglecting her own health for his. Much to Charlize’s disappointment, Werner slid through school with few interests, barely passing his classes. He deeply yearned to know his father’s identity, but was only told that his dad’s hobby was working on vehicles.

Seeking a connection to his absent father, Werner took this to the extreme, revolving his whole world around engines. From a young age, he worked in a ratty mechanic’s shop, absorbing everything he could about the rugged vehicles that came into the garage. When he turned 16, his first action was to purchase a beat-up motorcycle, which he rode constantly with fervent zeal. Werner also frequented the Church of the Latter-Day Saints with his mom from a young age, and the two were accepted graciously into the community. Coetzee dropped out of high school his final year when his mother died of unknown causes, the disease acting very rapidly on her already weakened body. Seeing no future for him in his hometown, he moved to Los Angeles with nothing but his bike and the clothes on his back, similar to his mother. His goals, however, were a little more realistic. With his vast knowledge of vehicles, Werner found a job in a decent mechanic shop within the city run by an older man named Luke. The aged mechanic, witnessing Coetzee’s skills as a driver on race tracks, recognized his unique skill set and offered him a different type of employment in addition to working in his shop. Luke suggested that Werner serve as a getaway driver for criminals on occasion, knowing several men within the criminal network. Luke told Werner that in his youth, he did the same, and saw the same abilities in him. Werner reluctantly took the job, for his mother and the Mormon Church instilled a strong sense of morals in him, but he was desperately hurting for cash. He slowly sank into the criminal world, building a modest reputation for himself.

At 26, Coetzee met a beautiful Italian woman of the same age at the mechanic shop when she took her beat-up car in. Having no vehicle for the night, Werner gave her a ride home and learned her name was Florenda Marino, and, like his mother, she sought fame in Hollywood. The two quickly developed an intimate relationship, with Werner constantly urging Florenda to pursue her dreams, as if to redeem his mother’s failed ones. Despite Werner’s relatively quiet disposition contrasting her boisterous personality, the couple seemed to be made for each other. Unfortunately, after three years, Florenda broke off their relationship, always fearing he was involved in criminal activity. The apartment he owned, while modest, was much nicer than what a mechanic could afford. Some nights, Coetzee would be out until the next morning, though he never reeked of booze as one would expect. She realized just how dangerous he was when he burst into their apartment with a gunshot wound to his shoulder and hastily pried the bullet out, asking her to stitch the open hole. Florenda helped him, then promptly packed her bags and left. The last time he saw the woman, her stomach was looking slightly larger than usual, but he thought nothing of it.

Werner continued his life without Florenda, though with less enthusiasm and ambition. He began questioning his life as a criminal, albeit a fairly tame one, and if it was one he could truly be proud of. Luke, however, was practically a father to him, and constantly encouraged his illegal career, so he stuck with his life as a wheelman. In the back of his mind, though, Coetzee felt he should become something greater than a glorified criminal. He felt a constant desire to get out of the game, just get enough money to get by and leave LA, but some unknown force always kept him. Werner grew tired of working with amateurs, who often returned to his vehicle soaked in blood, if returning at all; luckily, he was approached by a group of professionals seeking a wheelman, and he quickly joined their ranks.

Equipment: Day to day, Werner doesn’t carry much on his person aside from his wallet and keys. If he knows he’ll be needing them, Coetzee will bring along his code grabber, slide hammer, auto jigglers, slim jim, and locksmith set in order to break into a car. When on a job, Werner generally is unarmed, or has a SIG Sauer P250 chambered in .40 S&W in his center console. He chose the sidearm because of its ambidextrous design, since he is left-handed; that, and because the gun has no factory safety, so he can't forget to take it off before shooting.
Relationships:

Juan Medina: Juan’s a good guy. Worked with him couple times back in LA. Thank god I didn’t hang with his group too much, heard all about that mess. Wish he’d take charge of this crew.

Jim Stark: Dangerous. Lashes out in a second. He really likes hurting people. I still like’em though; he cracks me up. Not sure how his temper holds up on the job, but if it ain’t broke, well...

Angelo Ortega: Poor kid’s got a nasty drug habit, seen it all before. I don’t trust him too much on the job; too young, not enough experience, and he’s too cocky. Outside of work, Angelo’s alright. Seems like he’s always high though. I’d try and help him get off, but he’s gotta want to get clean first.

James Stewart: Real techy guy. Not sure how good he really is, I’ve never been good with computers, but he hasn’t messed up yet. He’s the kind of guy you want on your side. Level-headed, not very violent. We get along pretty well.

Charlotte Chamber: Funny, out of this whole crew she’s the most intimidating. You never know what Charlotte’s thinking, but she can read you like a book. When she wants to be, she’s a fun girl, but she’ll turn in a second. Best to keep your distance, no sense in getting burned.

Mike Hudson: Not much to say, keeps to himself mostly. Smart move. He gets the job done, doesn’t cause too much trouble. Mike’s got a passion for guns though, and I appreciate that. Everyone needs a passion.

Alexander Mauk: The ringleader? I don’t trust him. It’s hard to trust someone you haven’t met. He’s done right by us this far, but who knows? Just look at Juan’s old crew. He doesn’t put his ass on the line like everyone else.

Miscellaneous:
-As expected, Werner is quite the automotive enthusiast, owning several expensive cars and motorcycles; he lives a frugal life otherwise to keep fund his hobby.
-He no longer attends church, but still prays in times of crisis.
-Werner is still actively searching for his father, though he doesn’t tell this to anyone.

Theme Song:

Appearance Description: he is 5'11 and he weighs 190 he has black hair and green eyes and is a slight caramel color skin. Not very muscular but tall

Name:Angelo Ortega

Nickname:burn

Age: 20

Gender: male

Nationality: Puerto Rican

Role: driver [Refer to the list above]

Personality:he has sort of a split personality when it comes to his car because when he is driving he is confident, takes charge, and more badass. However when he isn't in his car he is more timid and shy around people he doesn't know so he takes lsd and he is sort of addicted to the stuff even if he goes on a bad trip. His low self esteem when he isn't driving comes from his parents and their issues rubbing off on him so Angelo is naturally cautious and shy around new people but when he is in his car his troubles feel like their miles away when he puts the pedal to the metal and he has feels like the man.

Biography: at a young age Angelo had a thing for racing and muscle cars and when he got his first ford mustang at 16 he was immediately pulled into the world of underground races winning cash while going to college. At a young age he was around violence with his parents allot and cars were his escape. He didn't start lsd until Angelo was younger at around 13, while his parents were being violent towards each others and one time Angelo actually saw his father break a bottle and stab his mother with it so his friends suggested that he try some loney toons but at that point Angelo believed he was just talking about the cartoon characters being put into gummy form so he ate it and when he did he had his first trip and was scared at first but then he just started laughing at the hallucinations he saw and since then he hasn't stopped taking it. college was a relief for Angelo cause he had the money (thanks to the races) to pay his own way and get an apartment and go even deeper into the underground world of racing and eventually he earned the name burn because of how he burns through the rubber of his tires, on one unfortunate day cops came for their drug inspection but Angelo was tripping balls when they arrived and as a result Angelo had to leave but not before tipping the monkey cop 10 bucks to let him pass through the gate! (again, really tripping at that point) Angelo got away from the cops but since then has lived his life in the fast lane on the run. Since then Angelo has contacts with his underground racing buddies and had never seen a set a tail lights.

Equipment:his dodge charger that can speed past any police car on the road, grenades (police tend to stop chasing if their are explosions in front of them), his colt revolver, not sure if it counts but contacts with the underground racing, and a few safe houses

Relationships:













Miscellanous: wears a hold necklace his mother gave him

Theme Song: Kayne west- power

Appearance Description: Stands at 5'8 and weighs 160, he has a slender figure and has been called suave by a few people, utilizing his appearance, he can use this to slither out of some bad situations. He has a noticeable scar the runs the length of his arm to his elbow, which he prefers to hide under a glove and a suit, when asked, he will ambiguosly reply. He prefers, as stated before, to wear a dark, navy blue suit and black gloves with a red tie.

Name: James Stewart

Nickname: Money Spider

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Nationality: British

Role: Hacker

Personality: Armed with a sharp tongue and wit that he absorped from his parents banter and tease, he tends to get along with most people, even the rowdiest one, and would tease other people just to gouge a reaction out of them. He has a penchant for technology and is baffled at how people could be get confused at tech, when in reality it came naturally to James. He prefers not to use violence but will do so if need be, but he would usually just try to talk his way out beforehand. He also tends to be nice and patient, he will try to help out a friend if possible. He prefers not to kill people who are innocent and have nothing to do with
what they're doing. Has a way with words that can get him out of some situations.

Biography: Born in Britain, Virginia, his parents dotted on this child alot, from their banter and friendly teasing, their son has picked up this habit. Following their teasing and banter, they had not seen the truck heading directly their way and collided with the car face first, James blacked out at this moment, only to wake in a white room with a perpetual beeping noise and wires plugged all around his body. The nurse was especially surprised that he had survived and had immediately run off to tell the doctor. He blacked out once again and awoke to a strange man, who claimed to be his distant Uncle, and had informed James that his parents passed away in the unfortunate accident. Not even having the energy to as much as cry, he simply slept again.

Being informed that he will be taken care of his distant 'uncle', when he got out after months of staying in the hospital, his Uncle lead him to his new house. In this new house he was taught and trained on how to use computers, without really knowing why, he never really questioned his Uncle's decision and complied. Since he liked Technology, he absorbed all the lessons taught to him and after many years become a full fledged 'hacker', his Uncle then told him to join this ragtag crew for heisting and will act as their hacker. Always being enraptured by the thrilling lives of Heisters, and that he owed his Uncle for taking care of him for years on end, he accepted the deal. Suiting up he went to visit this new 'crew' of his.

Equipment: Carries around a briefcase with a strap it contains his drives and his laptop and all his hacking doo-dads. Has a 9mm with a silencer in case of emergencies. Also holds a few EMP grenades for when it's necesarry. Has a phone handy for some easy hacks.



Miscellanous: Wears a red ruby ring around his left pinky finger.

Theme Song: Different Frame of Mind

That boy has the gift of the fucking gab, I tell you. He could sell ice to a bloody eskimo. Pretty easy going bloke, but you're always wondering if he's being genuine with you or just yanking your cock. Smart kid though, quick as a whip, and knows his shit. And for that, I don't mind him being a sly bastard.

Quiet boy, all scratched up too. Thinking he pissed off some boss man up and got his tuppence. Learnt his lesson I presume though, because he's reliable as a work horse and I haven't seen him fuck up. Top notch driver, I'd let him use a fucking trike to get out of a heist if he was driving it.

Wee shag's got some kind of personality complex. Soon as rubber hits concrete he turns into a gobby fucker, but quiet as a class of bairns being yelled at when he hasn't got an engine. I don't like the boy but he does the job well so Juan must have a reason for keeping him around.

English bastard. Got that fucking Saville Row swagger that I just want to knock the fuck out of him. Stuck up, nerdy, shitey James Bond. Take your bastarding computer and ram it. When you want a fucking job done, you don't play a game of solitaire, you shoot things!

Tits. Arse. Braw face. Not much more you can ask from someone who needs to have all of that, and not any more. A twisted cow at the best of times, she changes her personality like her goddamn clothes. Happy then sad, grumpy then laughing. I can't fucking deal with her. I don'trust her. She has shit that I don't want involved in.

Mike, the main man. Boy likes shooting things like I do. Can't fucking fault him there! I trust the sod, and he hasn't fucking let me down yet. If he had my back in a shoot out, we're getting out of there alive. He's a quite animal, but not because he's being sneaky, but because he's a straightforward, simple bloke. Do the fucking job, and get your fucking money.

I don't know him. Gets me money. I don't want to say anything else, the pricks bankrolling me. All I will say is that the none of the jobs from him have had any issues yet.

Appearance Description: Standing at 5'10, Alex isn't the most tallest of people, and with his seemingly average build, he's also not the most eye-catching of individuals. His clothing generally changes, usually to suit or match the surrounding people.

Name: Alexander Mauk

Nickname: Sasha, Alex, 4th(special forces), HQ(heist alias)

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russia

Role: Political Dealer(Cleaner, contractor, bails, etc)

Personality: In public, Alex would seem like a normal person. However, onwards other heisters he takes a more calculative yet eased approach. Being rather thorough, and sometimes quite efficient of a mindset, he does still make small inside jokes. Of course, he always watches over the crew his way, warning them if something happens, or perhaps instructing them, although the latter is rather rare, since he believes that the crew can come up and handle their own plans.

When dealing with under-the-table dealings regarding politics, like cleaning up after the crew, changing the evidence so that it would be harder to pinpoint a member as the criminal, it is really hard to tell what he is thinking, nor predict what he will say. He will use every method, disregarding morals and ethics alike, to reach his goal.

Dealing with his sister however, is less of a political dealing, and more of a sibling banter, except with the topic being of an utmost serious level.

Biography: Not much is known about Alex. If you ever searched for his records, it only shows a law-abiding citizen, and currently works as an accountant, and has a sister by the name of Anastasia who works as a secretary. That's it, that's all anyone else knows.

However, the actual information had been classified, before being removed. Alex, along with his sister, was actually taken in by the Russian special forces. Despite how dangerous it was, that only made him more dangerous as his experience grew. Becoming adept at utilizing a multitude of different weapons, along with improvising weapons of his own, he could enter a house filled with guards, and either come out with only his target dead and none the wiser, or the entire house becomes a bloodbath, everyone dead except for himself. Along the way, he cot act base grew,

However, at some point Russia disbanded the special forces, deciding that they were unrequired, and removed all information connecting to the program, before trying to eliminate every member. So far, it seems none have died.

Unfortunately, with the pressure of the country searching, Alex had to find a different method of earning a living, one that wouldn't require ID or any information on him. Thus, he turned to the criminal ways. Although he was more reluctant on taking a more active role in jobs, being the middleman or backstage supporter still works. It's like a remora attaching to a shark.

Equipment: He carries an unusual pair of sunglasses. While it looks normal, the lenses are not only bulletproof, but when an electrical current runs through it, it works similar to a starlight scope, or NVGs. Also consistently wears a light ballistic best under his clothes at all times.



Miscellanous: Despite working with the heisters for awhile, he has never directly approached them. He has been within physical viewing distance, even within an arm's reach a few times. However, the heisters never noticed him. Or more accurately, never thought that a seemingly unrelated bystander who happened to be walking past, was really Alex.

Also, the label/name '4th' has been accidentally slipped out once or twice.

Anyone on the relation list for Alex, with the label (Repeater) is someone who he contacts outside of the crew ever so often, whether for contracts, under-table dealings, etc.

Theme Song:From the shadows, I bring the war to you.