[Eames' path goes illegal pretty fast, having small-time connections from his high school days to connect with in the real criminal world. After a bit of a scare from a topside crime gone wrong, he decides to seek out the dream share world, delve back into what he'd done in the army.

It was mostly open worlds, mazes, ways to get trapped and die, or just a field to feel what it's like to be strangled, to be shot. Things were a lot more unstable than they are now. People have worked out the ins and outs, like when Mal told him that trick about the totems.

He's been forging for a few years now. It's everything he's always wanted, the ultimate acting job. He kind of likes that forgers are in short supply. He likes feeling one of a kind. And that means his skills are in demand, and with a decent contact like the Cobbs, how could he say no to them wanting him to show them a few tricks?

Especially if this means he gets to stare at their point man all day. He's almost annoyingly handsome, long and lean and all put together. Probably a right prick, but sometimes those guys are the most fun to poke at. He smirks, leering for effect at the younger man.]

All sorts of things, but only if you ask nicely. [And he flashes him a grin.] I'm a forger, though, if that's what you mean. I can take any human shape within a dream, change my appearance, voice, even my smell.

[If he sounds a little overconfident, that's probably because he is.]