(Déc 10-14, barre, vous choisissez quel pont)
Joe était assis seul à boire le vieux Cognac, sa mallette menottée à la main. Il a joué à quelques mains de poker, et a gagné contre certains débutants en pensant qu'ils pourraient escroquer un gars d'âge moyen. Il riait un peu en finissant son verre. Il a pensé à ce qu'était le prochain ordre des choses. Il a décidé que, pour l'instant, il devait améliorer son bluff ultime; son pistolet à fusée. Tout le monde l'a cru quand un Texan a réclamé son pistolet à éclats avec des infos sur lui était un vrai pistolet. Les gens s'en foutaient facilement. Il s'est levé et s'est moqué de lui. Le barman n'a pas donné de repas chauds, donc il n'avait pas d'infoil. Oui.
Ainsi ses pas de descente a commencé il a dû aller à la cour de nourriture, obtenir un hamburger ou quelque chose. Quand il est finalement arrivé là, il avait son sourire de signature, et aller à l'articulation de type fast-food le plus proche, et commander un hamburger.
Joe MacIntyre | 49 | a seductive man 
Appearance
 perfectly 6 feet tall, in shape though not muscular, he has very few signs of his age with almost no wrinkles and just a few insignificant patches of silver on his hair. He will permanently have either a charismatic smile or a perfect poker face, suitable considering his profession.
Personality
A living poker face, he rarely shows any real emotion or thought, just smiling or carrying a perfect impassive face. In truth, life is all about statistics to him. He may seem like he relies too much on stereotypes and such, but in truth he relies on graphs, and the knowledge stereotypes all have good origins. He is quick to approach old guys wearing suits, while quick to skirt away from people with snapbacks and dyed hair, knowing the former are his people while the latter are simply annoying. 
Backstory
A Scotsman who immigrated to America when he was 20, he found his knack for cards in his small town soon expanded into him being an expert gambler in Texas, and then Nevada. Having quietly made several millions, he decided to abandon his quiet apartment and get a least a little bit of the sweet life he earned. I guess I could reveal more in the RP's progression?
Skills/Talents
Gambling, lying, staying quiet and perfectly calm.
Equipment
His metal briefcase, containing a laptop, his phone, a poker set, 10,000 dollars, a medical kit (since he is getting older) his documents, handcuffs, flaregun, a bottle of water, a few snackbars, stationery, and a taser. The briefcase will always be cuffed to him, making taking it off difficult.
Other
Aces High?