Jack Wilder. Daniel Atlas. Merrit McKinney. Henley Reeves. The four horsemen locked away for a year while living in secret. Needing to live in secret so they weren’t taken to jail.

Dylan Rhodes. FBI agent that was the son of a magician who passed unfortunately during a trick. He was now following in his father’s footsteps and leading the four horsemen to a new league.

You were a common street illusionist, working all day and most nights to get by. But, you were also a good shot and had done work as a bodyguard for some people.

Dylan brought you into the horsemen after Henley left - as a bodyguard and a filler on stage since their next heist was coming up. The three men didn’t mind you, but had a problem too.

“I’m not being funny, but what happened to the femininity we have on stage?” Jack piped up from across the table.

The three of them were stood in front of you while Dylan stood by your side, introducing you and making sure the boys knew who you were.

“Like, don’t we need some oestrogen on stage? Wasn’t that our thing? Three men and one girl?” He continued, gesturing to you, another man.