Sunk Cost

"You buying something or what?"
Sunk Cost
Player: @McSpazz
Origin:	Natural
Archetype:	Sentinel
Security Level:	30
Personal Data
Real Name:	Iliana Rentz
Known Aliases:	Sunk Cost, Sunk
Species:	Human
Age:	26
Height:	5'4"
Weight:	125 lbs
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Brown
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Etoli Citizen
Occupation:	Unconventional Acquisitions Expert (Thief), Fence
Place of Birth:	Port Oakes, Etoli
Base of Operations:	St. Martial, Etoli
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Cyrus Rentz (Father), Eve Rentz (Mother, missing)
Known Powers
N/A
Known Abilities
Thievery, stealth, research, tracking, marksmanship, combat maneuvers
Equipment
A beam rifle she named "Universal Key", grappling hook
Known to be snarky.

"I swear to god, if I hear one more person suggest blowing up a bank to get to its vault, I am going to explode."

Her Personal Collection

Roman Urn

This is probably the most boring of her collection, but it was the lowest valued piece from her first big haul. The job was pretty simple. Steal a luxury yacht from some St. Martial high roller that was using some fancy legal strategies to avoid paying his dues. The mission was pretty straight forward, but given the payout and the risks involved, she still hangs onto one of the items found on the ship that her employers offered to let her keep. Unlike the rest of her collection, there is no amazing story to put to it. Simply a memory of simpler times.

Funny Money

Found during one of Sunk's rare bank heists, this was actually taken before the bank was ever hit. This ATM was laying in a nearby dumpster and was was covered in dents and marks as if someone(s) had assaulted it with hammers and other blunt instruments. Curious to see what was wrong with it, she brought it home and tested it out. Much to her surprise, it seemed to be entirely functional. She had no issues depositing money to her test account. However, when she tried to pull the money back out, she didn't get real money. It wasn't even actual counterfeit money. Instead, it was a random assortment of Monopoly money from different versions of the game. To further her confusion, when she opened the machine up, she found that it had a few legitimate bills in it, but no monopoly money nor a means of printing it. Deciding that this was one of the most hilarious finds of her life, she kept it and put it on display in her house. She will occasionally use it on new visitors as a prank.

She just makes sure they don't withdraw that much.

Sleep Paralysis Button

Unlike most of her display items, this wasn't part of a job. Instead, this was something she was hunting for personally. Rumors were spreading of a strange mystical button that would do something miraculous. The stories were all varied, but she decided there were too many common threads for this button to not exist in some form. Thus, she entered the fray and joined numerous other treasure hunters and thieves to locate the button first.

While it was close, she managed to snag the oddity just before several others arrived and began to fight amongst themselves for the contents of the chest she had already plundered (and left a "too slow <3" note). While it certainly looked impressive, every appraiser be they mundane or arcane had little to say about it. It was simply a fancy button on a platform that seemingly had no purpose. After she could find no reason for the device to exist, she pressed the button out of frustration and, after nothing happened, went to bed.

That night, she had what she would best describe as a waking nightmare. She lay in her bed, eyes wide open but unable to move. The darkness was absolute and instead of the sounds she normally expected out of her home, there was absolute silence. That is until the deep echoing thrumming hit her ears. It sounded as though it belonged to a creature that dwarfed not only her but the city she resided in. If she wasn't already unable to move, she would have been stone still in a state of primal, absolute terror. She lay like that for the entire night, only being released from the horrifying vision in a blink after her alarm went off to indicate it was morning. The strange environment and thrumming halted with the call of her alarm and, as far as she is concerned, the button was the cause and is remaining under lock and key indefinitely.

She has no interest in learning what was making that sound...or if it wants its button back.

History

Early Childhood (1996-2002)

"We had it really good, you know. I don't know where I would be if things hadn't gone belly up. Maybe I'd be managing dad's business. That would have been nice..."

Sunk (2002-2012)

"That...that bitch Ms. Liberty took everything from us on that day. She took my dad's business. She took my mom's confidence. She took my dad's pride. She took my god damn future as I watched on! Nothing was the same after that. I almost wish she threw Thermonuke at the docks and just killed us all. Let's see her spin that into a PR victory..."

The Cost (2012-2020)

"What else was I supposed to do? Throw myself into the arms of the Family? Hell no. I wasn't about to turn myself into one of their flunkies. I had to find my own way through the world. Without my dad. He made it pretty clear I couldn't rely on him anymore."

Sunk Cost (2020-Present)

"Sure, I might not have been rolling in money...but I finally had shit figured out. I had a proper business and "