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Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Two fingers slowly ran in circles across a temple trying their best to appease the demons of disrupted circadian rhythms. The backlash of decisions from a night before as a mistake's worth of drinking finally came to a head, currently winning a decisive combat against the stalwart defenders of morning, a shitty sludge-like substance that could be considered coffee in some rare circumstances. Yet despite any internal anguish like always Gwen presented herself with a level of composure and general put togetherness that betrayed little of her current state.

She was dressed simply enough in the inconspicuous stylings of the nouveau riche inhabitants of SoHo - jeans, small black men’s t shirt and some sort of black bomber jacket of indiscernible origin. All in such a way that she could've easily been confused as a marketing manager or some other upper middle class bullshit. Hair was pulled back into a short ponytail a few loose strands having fallen away and landing across eyes, the indiscernible lovechild between grey and a pale blue casually looking outward from her position with her shoulder propped against a nearby wall.

There was a small nod and something reminiscent of a smile at the corner of her mouth when her ‘name’ was mentioned nothing overt but done with enough care to show that she was actually paying attention. Yet juxtaposed against the current tableau that her cohorts had cast the woman looked decidedly out of place. Her posture emulated little of the swagger of the Australian, the ill-conceived bravado of the man with the machete, or the don’t fuck with me attitude of the other woman in the room, it was much more causal and there was something to be said there. Gwen wasn’t in the business of making statements, Gwen was in the business of being forgotten about, you lived longer that way.

She watched as the other woman questioned her role with something of a mild curiosity. She held her tongue, she didn’t know anybody here really, friend of a friend that used to work with SASR had put her into contact with the Australian when she had run aground in the States, and she found that if had the capacity to just shutup and listen you could learn a lot about people.

Almost as quickly as she had spoken the one playing with his machete had jumped up to defend her. Lecherous sort with wandering eyes that Gwen rather didn’t appreciate and an accent that she couldn't quite discern like some debris from the caribbean had washed ashore of several different continents, judging from posture alone he looked like he thought he was hotshit, in short a loser.

Such arguments early on did little in the way of reassuring her of the longevity of this gang of thieves but it was an interesting thought experiment itself seeing how their leader would react to it all. The small ghost of a smile flickered across her features once more as she followed the conversations gaze as it moved back towards Sharp giving him a sympathetic shrug of the shoulders but still choosing not to engage directly. This wasn’t her fight and she wasn’t about to make it hers either.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

@Big Dread
Indeed. Indeed.

I know it's just a matter of expression, but I also can't pass up using an owl gif.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

@Lady Selune
Yep sorry about! Haven't had a real chance to hop online till now. I'm diggin the ragtag group of misfits we got so far though. Everybody bringing something different!

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Gwen Fuchs

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_{A G E}

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29

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German

_{A L I A S E S}

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Rebecca Rommel, Germaine de Staël, Jane Snyder

_{H E I S T N A M E}

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Fox

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

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A Pair of AMT Longslides, and a KM2000 for when things get more personal.
_{Generally though if Gwen is actually partaking in the violence things have gone to shit}

_{D I S T I N C T I V E F E A T U R E S}

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A woman bathed exclusively in blacks and greys that always wears runners with pink shoelaces. She wears no mask unlike her cohorts.

_{T E A M R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y}

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The Infiltrator: A quick-witted charmer and a woman of many disguises, accents, and the the like. Gwen is usually put on reconnaissance gathering intelligence about the mark and when it comes down to it generally getting into places she isn't supposed to. The first drops of rain before the storm as it were.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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All smiles and charm you'll want to tell Gwen she forget your watch after she just took your wallet. Spirits are high when she is around and not just because she's the first to buy a round of drinks. She is always on in that regard, always presenting, always keeping up the cool face, and it gets difficult to tell where Gwen stops and the Fox begins. Though it is safe to say that she is a very prideful creature who thinks very highly of herself. Also if you would like your sensitive bits intact it would be wise not to mention her family.

When the real Gwen manages to slip through in the rare moments that she feels comfortable you get to see that she's more of a less heightened version of the Fox she presents. She's still pretty full of herself, smart with a real thing for numbers and playing nice isn't that hard to do when your already a fairly amicable person yourself. She's flighty and will probably leave you to die but at least she will feel bad about it. Yet you also see the bundle of insecurities and fears that lay beneath. She's scared of messing up, she's scared of slipping, she's scared that her father is right and that she is nothing more than a waste of space, and maybe most childishly she's scared that people won't like the 'real' her. Yet when push comes to shove she knows how to move.

_{H I S T O R Y}

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To understand Gwen you need to understand the Fuchs family. It all started with her grandfather, a smart lad who made his fortune selling Nazi artifacts that he helped loot and steal in the first place back to their rightful owners at twice the price after the War. The Fuchs family with their new wealth would slowly yet surely make a name for themselves as business mongrels whose shadier dealings were often ignored on account of the large amounts of money they invested in the rebuilding efforts of West Germany.

Gwen's father Henrik was a legitimate businessman, legitimate in the sense that he had enough money that he was basically untouchable, who dealt in "proper business transactions". Gwen was the second of three children born into a loveless marriage and at the age of ten was swiftly sent away to Saint Ascelina School for Girls in Saarland away from her family home in Berlin. Saint Ascelina School was a primer boarding school known for producing some of the best and brightest and Gwen hated all eight years of it.

Though it would be here that Gwen would begin to partake in her family's pastime, making a tidy little profit smuggling in and selling banned substances anything fro cigarettes, to alcohol, to boys. She would somehow make it through her time at Saint Acelina without getting expelled and partly through her grades but mostly her father's money she would be admitted into Heidelberg University. She would drop out a term later partly to spite her father, and partly because it just 'wasn't her thing'.

Refusing to go back to her Father that had treated her like she hadn't even existed, she took to harnessing her skills at Saint Acelina for much bigger scores. It was perfect in a way, you never suspected that the polite young woman you were talking to was waiting around in the park to talk to a contact about selling a crate of military grade explosives.

Eventually things started catching back up to her and she fled across the Atlantic looking for safe harbor and new work. Here the name Fuchs meant little and she could start anew, and do it better than her father ever had. And well you know the rest.

_{S K I L L S}

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Gwen's a people person through and through. She knows how far a quick tongue and a smile at the right time can get you and well lying is pretty much second-nature at this point. She's also knows how to be pretty inconspicuous when it comes down to it how to get lost in a crowd, and not draw attention to herself a fairly useful skill when she's infiltrating. These skills of subterfuge are matched with a highly extensive makeup kit and wigs to disguise pretty much anyone into anyone else at least for a couple of moments. She's pretty shit with a gun though and would much rather prefer getting up close and personal.

_{F A V O R I T E S O N G}

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Move.

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP

Don't know if you guys are still accepting, but if you are I would love to join!

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CS

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_{A G E}

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29

_{N A T I O N A L I T Y}

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German

_{A L I A S E S}

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Rebecca Rommel, Germaine de Staël, Jane Snyder

_{H E I S T N A M E}

---

Fox

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

---

A Pair of AMT Longslides, and a KM2000 for when things get more personal.
_{Generally though if Gwen is actually partaking in the violence things have gone to shit}

_{D I S T I N C T I V E F E A T U R E S}

---

A woman bathed exclusively in blacks and greys that always wears runners with pink shoelaces. She wears no mask unlike her cohorts.

_{T E A M R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y}

---

The Infiltrator: A quick-witted charmer and a woman of many disguises, accents, and the the like. Gwen is usually put on reconnaissance gathering intelligence about the mark and smooth-talking her way inside so she can act as the 'inside man'. A job goes quicker when the doors are already open yes?

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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All smiles and charm you'll want to tell Gwen she forget your watch after she just took your wallet. Spirits are high when she is around and not just because she's the first to buy a round of drinks. She is always on in that regard, always presenting, always keeping up the cool face, and it gets difficult to tell where Gwen stops and the Fox begins. Though it is safe to say that she is a very prideful creature who thinks very highly of herself. Also if you would like your sensitive bits intact it would be wise not to mention her family.

When the real Gwen manages to slip through in the rare moments that she feels comfortable you get to see that she's more of a less heightened version of the Fox she presents. She's still pretty full of herself, smart with a real thing for numbers and playing nice isn't that hard to do when your already a fairly amicable person yourself. She's flighty and will probably leave you to die but at least she will feel bad about it. Yet you also see the bundle of insecurities and fears that lay beneath. She's scared of messing up, she's scared of slipping, she's scared that her father is right and that she is nothing more than a waste of space, and maybe most childishly she's scared that people won't like the 'real' her. Yet when push comes to shove she knows how to move.

_{H I S T O R Y}

---

To understand Gwen you need to understand the Fuchs family. It all started with her grandfather, a smart lad who made his fortune selling Nazi artifacts that he helped loot and steal in the first place back to their rightful owners at twice the price after the War. The Fuchs money with their new wealth would slowly yet surely make a name for themselves as business mongrels whose shadier dealings were often ignored on account of the large amounts of money they invested in the rebuilding efforts of West Germany.

Gwen's father Henrik was a legitimate businessman, legitimate in the sense that he had enough money that he was basically untouchable, who dealt in proper business transactions. Gwen was the second of three children born into a loveless marriage and at the age of ten was swiftly sent away to Saint Ascelina School for Girls in Saarland away from her family home in Berlin. Saint Ascelina School was a primer boarding school known for producing some of the best and brightest and Gwen hated all eight years of it.

Though it would be here that Gwen would begin to partake in her family's pastime, making a tidy little profit smuggling in and selling banned substances anything fro cigarettes, to alcohol, to boys. She would somehow make it through her time at Saint Acelina without getting expelled and partly through her grades but mostly her father's money she would be admitted into Heidelberg University. She would drop out a term later partly to spite her father, and partly because it just 'wasn't her thing'.

Refusing to go back to her Father that had treated her like she hadn't even existed, she took to harnessing her skills at Saint Acelina for much bigger scores. It was perfect in a way, you never suspected that the polite young woman you were talking to was waiting around in the park to talk to a contact about selling a crate of military grade explosives.

Eventually things started catching back up to her and she fled across the Atlantic looking for safe harbor and new work. Here the name Fuchs meant little and she could start anew, and do it better than her father ever had. And well you know the rest.

_{S K I L L S}

---

Gwen's a people person through and through. She knows how far a quick tongue and a smile at the right time can get you and well lying is pretty much second-nature at this point. She's also knows how to be pretty inconspicuous when it comes down to it, how to get lost in a crowd, and not draw attention to herself a fairly useful skill when she's infiltrating. These skills of subterfuge are matched with a highly extensive makeup kit and wigs to disguise pretty much anyone into anyone else at least for a couple of moments. She's pretty shit with a gun though and would much rather prefer getting up close and personal.

_{F A V O R I T E S O N G}

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Move.

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