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Jun 22 2018, 10:42 AM
Brother (Sinclair)
37 --Oldest Sinclair Sibling.

He would have been 27 at the time of his sisters ‘disappearance’. He is a hunter and the one that helped her. How or why he became a hunter is totally up to the player, as long as it is fitting or fits with their history. First name and Face Claim are open!

Brother (Sinclair)

32 -- He could be in any membergroup...I would even consider demon if there was a good enough reason, or the plot would be the most awesome of awesomeness. Originally I was thinking something law enforcement, something he decided to do after his sister mysteriously disappeared, but I’m open to other ideas! First name and Face Claim are open!

Mr. Big

Age range 40-60 -- Don’t let the MISTER part of the title confuse you, this character could totally be a woman! This is the person that Gabby procures objects for, mostly dealing with middle men or dropping things in weird locations, storage lockers, etc. Not sure they ever officially met, but could be something in the history where they had but Gabby doesn't know it. ...wait, it wouldn’t have to be in the history it could be current. Game for whatever or whichever! Membergroup wise, I would say any of them minus a hunter.
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<div class="skapp1d">27 | Thief/Con Artist | civilian | Inbar Lavi</div></div>
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What can one truly say about growing up as the baby in a family where they expect more of you than you can give without losing yourself? That was what it felt like once I hit puberty and became a teenager. I was to be the dutiful daughter, the debutante. As I said, I was the baby with not one, but two older half-brothers. For years they lived to torment me, or maybe it was the opposite – all depends on who you ask. My parents were pretty well off, so to speak, dad was in real estate and my mom...I cannot recall, I think she was mainly his trophy wife. Needless to say I grew to not only like, but appreciate, the finer things in life. Champagne. Traveling, which I developed a healthy respect for. I loved being able to see new places, to experience what life was like there, sometimes I would even pretend I was a local. Drove both of my parents crazy.<p>

I found out during my senior year of high school that my father had decided I needed to forego college, having a career and had already arranged a marriage for me. It was decided and I was given no choice in the matter, except for wedding planning of course. Although I did not know what exactly I wanted to do with my life, being married at such a young age to someone I barely knew was not it. I knew the only way out of it was to take matters into my own hands. Luckily, my brothers were understanding; one even had some rather shady friends that no one but me knew about and was able to procure me a fake id and everything I needed to live my life.<p>

For my graduation present, my parents booked a yacht cruise for me and several of my closest friends, and some of the children of their closest friends. It was going to take us down to Miami where were staying a week and then back home to, Savannah. It was fun. We danced and drank, and tried our hardest not to think about what our futures least until we docked. That night while everyone was sleeping, or passed out, I made my escape. I knew it would be hell to pay if I was found, but my eighteenth birthday was only three months away. I just had to make it that long and I was safe. Free. <p>

And what do you know, I made it. Sure the past ten years had plenty of ups and downs, but I was able to make a life for myself. Miami had been the perfect place to disappear. I changed my hair, the way dressed and used my new alias. Developing a slight accent was easy enough and it allowed me to blend in. I spent the first few months there working as a waitress and constantly looking over my shoulder. There was the one time I thought I one of my brothers, but I was never sure. <p>

One day I decided I made a wrong turn, and then a wrong decision that led to things I could never imagine. I started small, little cons, but eventually worked my way up to bigger things and jobs. I became my own woman, traveled the country procuring items and lost objects for Mr. Big. It was then that I learned what my brother and his shady friends were. They were hunters. How did I figure this out? I had more than a few run-ins with their types over the past six years. <p>

Now that’s what I do, I get to travel and use my skills to collect things, for a profit of course. <p>

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<div class="skapp1g">Blondie - Old - PST - Discord: Blondie#4981 </div>

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