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Name:
Johnathan Brenning

Nickname:
Step

Age:
29

Nationality:
USA

Appearance:
Standing at a solid and not at all short 5'10" Step is a fairly attractive man. With a technical know-how and a musculature from years in the military, Step is your all around young-dad-looking fella. He has a tattoo of the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor on his left shoulder and always wears his dogtags from his time in. He can usually be found wearing a black T-shirt, sturdy jeans, and combat boots.

Personality:
Step suffers from fairly severe depression and is almost always hounded by suicidal thoughts when he isn't either high off his guard or drinking the bottom of the barrel. When he is with others Step can be a somewhat charming and charismatic fellow who is often loud and boisterous. Otherwise, when Step believes himself to be alone he is quiet and solemn and can seldom bring himself to actually do anything.

Bio:
Step began his adult life by joining the Marine Corps. While he was in his phenomenon was noticed by several of his higher ups and they pushed him into specialized training. Training that would force him to go completely dark, unable to reach out to his family or friends. He was taught how to blend into any group of people. How to completely change his face from his eye and skin color the very shape of his nose. They also had him learn several languages to assist in his missions: Information retrieval and sabotage.

And so he spent the next 8 years of his life going to all corners of the world, always with a new face. He has infiltrated the leading buildings of most 1st world countries and either sabotaged them or stole critical pieces of information. And then he was done. He was out. He was forgotten.

His family, after 8 years of no contact had completely forgotten him. His friends were gone to the winds and couldn't remember his name. And so Step fell into drugs and alcohol, anything to numb the emptiness of his life. He couldn't go back to the military as they had discharged him for 'not being mentally sound'. He resorted to petty crime here or there and sometimes he would infiltrate massive megacorporations for nothing more than a shit and a giggle. He didn't need the money. He had enough to live for at least another 6 years in relative comfort.

And this continued for a year until he got a letter. A letter from someone that claimed to know him.

Skillset:
- A master of the Gray Man
- Can use makeup and prosthetics to completely change his face and assume a completely new identity
- Is a polyglot able to speak and read 6 different languages (English, Spanish, French, Chinese, Russian, and Welsh)

Phenomena:
Step is a hard man to describe. Not because he is particularly attractive or not, nor is it because he tries to obscure his features. No Step is hard to describe because of the phenomenon that clings to him like a too-tight shirt that he got wet in. It makes him forgettable. No one truly remembers and the longer he is gone from them the worse the effect gets. Step's own parents don't remember his name anymore.

The phenomenon is so slow acting that this part of it probably won't happen in the RP. For RP purposes it makes his features hard for people to accurately remember.

Personal Equipment:
Step keeps a duffelbag with him whenever he travels. He has several hundred dollars worth of cash in several different nations' currency and an extensive makeup kit. It contains small prosthesis for anything from his nails to his ears and nose. He even has a gag one to make his junk look slightly larger.

Johnny
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Name:
Grace MacDonald

Nickname:
Johnny-on-the-Spot, The Right On Time Bandit

Age:
36

Nationality:
Canadian

Appearance:
Standing just above average height at 5'9"
Personality:
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Bio:
Grace was always lucky growing up. It was never anything life-changing, no bundles of money falling into her lap nor any reveals that she was actually descended from royalty, but enough that it was unmistakable. She never scored below a B on any multiple choice test scored worse than a B despite her aversion to studying and filled her closet with prizes from raffles. More seriously, incidents involving homemade cricket bombs, small fires and an encounter with a rabid dog that could have very easily been deadly left her with only relatively minor wounds.

This good fortune was a double-edged sword, protecting Grace from dangers that she caused herself. Her childish belief that she was invincible pushed her into a life of thrill-seeking. This culminated in her making the impulsive decision to skip college to join the Canadian Army to the chagrin of her upper middle class parents with their hopes for a doctor-daughter. Military life took some getting used to but she managed to get herself in order and avoided any punishment more severe than a reprimand. Once she got settled into a regimented lifestyle she took very well to basic training, the fact that she was getting played to play with guns a major boost to her mood.

After passing basic training Grace joined the Combat Engineer program, learning how to build field defenses and rig explosive charges before getting sent overseas as part of Canada's commitment to the war in Afghanistan. Grace loved the work, getting to blast down the walls of suspected terrorist compounds and getting in gunfights with distant enemies that were resolved by the summoning of artillery support. It was all very exciting for someone like her, even the work out of the line of fire. Grace's work involved the installation of infrastructure for local populations as well as the disarming of IEDs, the sort of undeniably good work that would make a person hold their head a little higher.

The military was clearly the right choice for Grace. She stuck around for six years before applying to the elite Joint Task Force 2. Once accepted she planned on not leaving until forced out by either retirement age or hostile fire. Grace managed to take part in a number of actions before she had to change her plans.

While she had been aware of her father's gambling problem she hadn't realized the extent of it. The elder MacDonald could never end a night on a winning streak, choosing instead to throw money down the drain. Once the family bank account ran dry he turned to the kind of shady figures with plenty of money to loan out and no interest in questioning what it would be used for. Dealing with loan sharks connected to the Bernunzo crime family got him out of a hole but promptly shoved him down a much deeper one, the debts owed much too large to be paid off legitimately.

Grace was disgusted by her father's inability to control himself but felt obligated to do something if only for her mother's sake. So she gave up her career and headed back home to put her military training to use as an armed robber. She worked with the same mob associates who she was collecting the money for, the sharks happy to make use of a gunman with high level military training. Under their guidance Grace hit cash trucks, banks, jewelry stores, collecting enough to cover her father's debts for the month and little else. Her precision is what earned her the moniker of Johnny-on-the-spot or simply Johnny.

After two years of this her mother died of a stress-induced heart attack, making all of Emily's efforts for naught. With the one remaining tie severed she abandoned her father to his fate and left home again. With her military career disrupted and her outlook forever soured she kept robbing, traveling across Canada and down into the United States. She made a name for herself in the underworld, taking up residence in Los Angeles where she continued to live up to her nickname. The FBI dubbed her the Right On Time Bandit as it was obvious that she went into each job with a plan in mind and paid close attention to her timings.

By the age of 36 Grace was sitting on millions of dollars in cash, enough that she could retire quite comfortably save for one thing: she had no way to launder it. Without any business capable of washing her dirty money Grace paid cash for a cheap apartment in Venice Beach and holed up, spending her time wandering the boardwalk and discretely leaving stacks of her ill-gotten gains for others to find. After more than decade of action she was stuck wasting away in silent boredom.

Until the Senior did what law enforcement could not and found her, bringing a job offer with him.

Skillset:
-Tier One: JTF2 is a truly elite unit which means that Grace is a truly elite operative. Trained in reconnaissance, intelligence gathering, how to rappel down buildings and fast-rope from helicopters Johnny is also extremely handy in a fight whether in close-quarters or at long range. The time she spent storming urban hideouts and dealing with hostage situations has given her a good idea of how the enemy thinks now that she's on the other side of the line.
-Demolitions: Her specialty during her time in the army. Grace possesses the technical know-how required to safely operate and disarm explosives of all times, making her very useful when extra oomph is needed on a job.
-Strong Back: Built up from a lifetime of hauling around guns, gear and good old-fashioned greenbacks. If something needs to be moved, be it a safe or a struggling hostage, she can probably move it.
-Languages: Knows a few of them. English and French from growing up in Montreal, Dari and enough Pashto to get by thanks to her service in Afghanistan and a competent if stilted grasp of Spanish from living in Los Angeles.
-The Thinker: What got Johnny her nickname. When planning a job she takes in every detail and scrap of intel she can before piecing together a cohesive battleplan with a number of fallbacks.

Phenomena:
When skill and practice aren't quite enough for Johnny to push through opposition luck comes into play. Fortune tends to smile on her, sprinkling advantages here and there. Sometimes it's as simple as finding a few coins in the car console to pay off an unexpected parking fee, others might see an enemy with a clear line at her back inexplicably missing.

Personal Equipment:
-Guns: Johnny's picked up a number of them during her criminal career but usually sticks with the C8 carbine and Browning Hi Power. In cases where more is needed she can pull out the Ultimax 100 from storage.
-Armor: Plate carrier with level IV plates loaded. In cases where she really expects things to go wrong Grace can wear a combat helmet which has the added benefit of mounting night vision gear.
-Explosives: All sorts of demolitions equipment sourced from the black market. Blasting caps, plastic explosives, detcord, and thermite galore.
-Miscellaneous Gear: Gerber Mark II fighting knife, Breitling Chronospace watch

Name:
Mason McKenzie

Nickname:
Slippy

Age:
34

Nationality:
Australian

Appearance:
Stands at 6' exactly. Musculature is relatively lean, but toned. Has a preference for two-piece suits and business casual wear.

Personality:
Focused and determined, Mason has a driven personality and seeks to perform the best he can in any role he has to perform. He demands excellence from himself and is constantly seeking to improve. Despite this, however, the man is still enough of a team player to lessen his demands on his teammates, so long as he knows what to expect from them. A two-bit gangbanger picked up off the streets will have less expectations from Mason than a fellow ex-military soldier.

For him, heisting is about the chance to continue using the skillset he was trained for. While the monetary perks are nice, they're little more than a side benefit to Mason. What really matters is the challenge and the satisfaction from successfully executing a well-thought out plan.

Bio:
Once upon a time, there was a young lad growing up in a shithole town in the middle of nowhere of the Australian countryside. His family was poor, the town was dying, and he wanted out. The thing was, he wasn't exactly academically gifted enough for a decent college, and he knew it. No education, no prospects, no future. So a young Mason McKenzie took the only possible lifeline he saw and enlisted in the military the moment he graduated high school.

In the Australian Army, Mason found that the physical work soldiering entailed fit him more than anything he'd ever done before. Sports weren't enough of a thrill and didn't pose enough of a real risk in comparison, to say nothing of book learning. So he put his all into becoming a better soldier. Hell, he'd gone further than he'd ever thought, and applied for selection for the Special Air Service Regiment. Selection was undoubtedly the most grueling experience of his life up to that point, but Mason did manage to scrape through it, ending up an elite special forces operator.

The next few years were spent conducting operationss in warzones across the globe, as well as a number of hushed-up urban counter-terrorist missions domestically as well. However, Mason's career was cut short when a string of war crimes scandals rocked the regiment, ending with his entire squadron being disbanded even without most of the unit having taken part in the charges. Frustrated, bitter, and unwilling to return to the regular ranks, Mason left the military in protest.

He was back to square one. Now that Mason had served in the military for a decade, civilian life just felt boring in comparison. That, and he still didn't have many job prospects anyways. So he went back to what he knew. Mason had been on the verge of accepting a contract with a private military company when he'd recieved another, more lucrative offer instead. One of the other guys from his old unit had somehow gotten himself involved with a heist scheme, and the team needed more people. The target was an armored car carrying bank cash, and the job went off without a hitch. Still, the gang knew they couldn't stay in the country for long. So they moved operations to Europe.

Over the next half decade, Mason found himself in his element as he put his skills to use again, planning and conducting armed heists against a variety of targets. Still, he found himself frustrated with the quality of career criminal he was working with. Outside of his partner that had gotten him into the group in the first place, most of the others weren't up to Mason's standard, and it showed as the gang slowly started to dwindle, whether through being caught by law enforcement or getting wasted in shootouts with either cops or other criminals. And then his old friend got himself pinched. That was the last straw. The gang wasn't sustainable anymore, and Mason got the hell out of dodge. With Europe too risky to settle down in, and unwilling to return to Australia, Mason fled to America and settled down as best he could, buying land out in the boonies from a seller entirely willing to take cash.

And for the last year, Mason found himself bored out of his mind. Sure, buying and maintaining a veritable armory of assault weapons was satisfying enough, but he still found himself restless from lack of action. Still, he was in a foreign country yet again with no in to the regional crime network, which meant he had no way to launder any of his money or find a new crew. That was, until someone found him...

Skillset:
-Special Forces: A veteran operator with experience in all sorts of operations and areas of combat. Practically at home in a gunfight, and has the skills to match his experience.
-Physical Conditioning: In very good shape, and obsessively keeps himself in shape.
-Heist Experience: Is familiar enough with most sorts of heist work and security setups at this point to be able to contribute towards both the planning and execution of heists.
-CQC Specialist: At his best in close quarters, whether it be with firearms, melee weapons, or unarmed combat. Is an excellent choice for point man.
-Fieldcraft: Excellent stealth skills in both urban and natural terrain environments, honed from years of training and experience.

Phenomena:
N/A

Personal Equipment:
-Firearm loadout: Has a decent-sized collection of guns to choose from, typically carries a suppressed MK18 carbine with a suppressed USP45 as his sidearm.
-Night vision goggles
-Grenades: Frag, flash, smoke
-Combat knife
-Body armor: Plate carrier with ceramic SAPI plate inserts