Winning vote
[X] Talpo Tosada
[X] 24
-[X] Female
[X]
[X] Not an Organ Donor
[X] Likes suits. Really, really,
really, likes suits. Oh, also, coats and keeping herself
FABULOUS.
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[X] Non smoker
Remember kids!
Smoking's not cool.
It's for fools.
Also, our name's an anagram!
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"Talpo Tosada, huh?" You shrug as you put down your ID. The bastard chose a weird ass name for you, but well, on consideration you suppose that it would be weirder if he didn't. If three is a pattern, his antics turned into written law a long time ago.
You stand and stretch out a bit, taking a moment to enjoy the movement, before heading to your wardrobe. A pleased smile makes its way onto your face when you remember that this party is fancy enough to make your truly high quality suits appropriate. You know just the one you want to wear for the occasion, having been hurting for a chance to use it. So you find it quickly, laying it down on the bed without a moment wasted.
With that done, you head to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth to purge the putrid smell of tobacco off your breath. You then take a shower, and your special scentless shampoo makes your entrance back into your room quite the spectacle to the senses of your nonexistent audience. The jewel thief life of riches and 'infamy,' if it could even be called that, is surprisingly lonely. You can't even own a pet, as their scent or fur on your clothes could give you away.
It is too bad, as your damp and long pink hair splays itself down your back, you reflect that with the correct posture and timing, the sight could make quite the dramatic entrance sequence. At-least, if the mirror is to be believed.
With nothing left but the party to think about, it dawns on you that you have very little clue how you are going to get into the vault. The response team to the vault entrance will probably be less than a minute if you try to force your way, and your intel says the entrance downstairs is a code lock. You suppose getting the code won't be too difficult, but even the right code sets off a silent alarm, so getting out might be the problem. You suppose you could just improvise at that point.
In the movies, gaining the invitation to the fancy party was always some grand display of dramatic forging and reconnaissance. Here, in the real world, despite what your dramatic flair and less than normal features say, it was more a matter of checking the mail. You take a moment's pleasure in the fact that your real name wasn't on it, meaning whoever sent it (presumably your client) didn't know who you really were.
That left you the only two real problems. The first, is figuring out what you are actually stealing, the client being needlessly vague. Well, that and making your getaway. Honestly this is a problem on at-least half your heists, now that you think about it.
You have a party to attend! Throwing on your suit and grabbing a mask in the shape of a swan, you head off in search of adventure! Only to be reminded of that second problem. You walked home from your meeting, because you couldn't find your car keys.
[]Where to search for your car keys?
-[]Medicine cabinet
-[]Toilet
-[]Under the rug
-[]Neighbor's cat