Yall I am a simple man, this scene made me laugh a lot. Just hopping about on his floor mattress in the mafia backed porn studio he's not allowed to leave.
Age: Claims mid to late 20s, he's actually 23/24ish
Height: About 5ft9, lies about being taller.
Pronouns and gender: He/Him
What they are: Fox shapeshifter
Personality: When working, or with new people, tries to come across professional and level headed with a veneer of confidence. When he knows someone better, more and more of the light hearted gremlin vibes come out. Constantly works to seem animated and engaged. Doesn't let people know who he actually is, it's too raw and vulnerable. Always prefers to be direct, can come across as blunt or rude because of it, but he's just being clear.
Style and Appearance: Unassuming. He wont stand out whatever the crowd. On his own, at home, he's a jeans and tshirt scruff pup, everything is messy, outside of that, it depends on where he is, what he's doing. Keeps his hair a good length for styling smart and back, or leaving unkempt and fluffy.
Piercings and Tattoos: Not routinely worn, but does have pierced ears. Has a tattoo on his lower back that looks about the same age as him, and was clearly done with little skill or care, heavily faded and feathered, some wobbly line work, already blued. It's an american traditional style with some playing cards, dice, and a magic 8-ball, that says 'fortune favors the brave'.
Scars and Distinguishing Marks: Appendix surgery scar, and a small one on his upper right thigh.
Sexuality: Bisexual, verse, the closest he got to anything he considers beyond vanilla sex was stumble-assing into a BDSM club when working a con on a man who frequented it.
Abilities: Yeah sure he can turn into a fox, but that's way less impressive than his sleight of hand skills, from close up magic with coins and cards to picking pockets and lifting watches. Pretty good at cold reading, knows the patter and spiel for bridging the gaps in his skill. Flexible and light on his feet. Heals faster than a human.
Weaknesses: Zero pain tolerance. Absolute little wuss. Zero technical skills, if it involves something he can't get at Best Buy, he doesn't know shit. Not a good fighter. Can't handle a gun in a combat situation (Steady shooting games, hunting, shit like that, he can do.)
Links: Canon - Media - Fun Stuff - Aesthetic - Music - Threads
Bits and Pieces:
Grew up wandering midways and hanging out at state and county fairs, doing a circuit of them every year with his parents, who were performers - they had a stage magic and contortion show. The rest of the year was spent in rural bumfuck nowhere Illinois.
The nickname Cash is a remnant of too much time in 4H and FFA clubs where people refused to get his name right.
Forged early acceptance letter to NYU to have a believable excuse to run away. Of course, the fact it was a lot harder to rip off people in the real world vs punters and chumps at a fair was a hard lesson to learn when he arrived. But grabbing bags at Penn station did evolve into more stable work with time.
Prefers to do small and quick jobs, even with lower payouts, than something that has a lot of layers or takes a lot of time. Needs to see the more immediate progress. He'd rather just break into a house than take another multi month corporate espionage check, even if it's usually a better pay out, and safer.
Reineke is not his real surname, it's just the one he uses most.
Needs glasses, tends to wear contacts, but does have a pair.
No family issues in this lad. He fucking loves his parents.
Certified horse boy. Decent trick rider, with rodeo experience, favoring barrel racing (when it wasn't gender gated) but he can ride a saddle bronc pretty damn well.
Thinks the reason he has this long standing sense of alienation and detachment, and has always struggled with people, is because of the fox thing. Cause his parents are the same way. They were the only people he's ever felt normal around.
Is upfront about what he does with anyone who isn't a target.
Prone to week long burn out when he's been working nonstop. Sometimes he vanishes and spends it unwashed and zombie mode around his home, other times he pushes himself to ignore it and make it worse by getting wasted and trying to socialize.
In reality, under all the layers of pretence and masking, he's this whirlwind little gremlin, desperate to feel like he's wanted, whose been taught he's too much and doesn't belong anywhere. He's soft and squishy and feels things a bit too much emotionally and loves with his whole damn ass and his single braincell.
