slycooper4real

I think you know my name already so let's go to the point.
I'm from a long line of master thieves, wich means we only steal from other thieves, otherwise it isn't honorable or even fun. I remember that my father was away most of the time, so Jim kept me. My parents brough me to italy on the ligurian coast to visit a museum (where Jim hidden the location of the cooper vault btw) when I was three. I'm not sure when, but my parents bough a farm where I mostly grew up and where my father began to teach me all the cooper secrets and how to become a master thief. But the most traumatizing event occured when I was only eigth: five strangers, who called themselves the fiendish fives, snuk up into my house, killed both of my parents before my eyes, ran sack my house and found our sacred family book: the thievius racoonus. They torn it into five different parts and seperated. If you played the games made on me, you know the tale; and if you havent -first of all what the heck are you doing here?- I recomend that you ste... buy the four of them right now.