*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:

*looks up from his seat at him and sighs heavily, not wanting to go through this whole interview thing yet again* *slowly brings his hand down to his side pocket and takes out an almost empty packet of cigarettes then reaches into his pocket again, taking out a matchbox* Gavin Marston. *places the cigarette in his mouth and strikes one of the matches against the side of his shoe* Hell, no one’s called me that in years and they better damn well not start now. *brings the flame to the cigarette and lights it then flicks his wrist some, extinguishing the fire* *inhales deeply, getting settled and awaits the next question*

*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:

Sure you already know it by now. *smirks slightly, taking the cigarette out from between his pale colored lips* Sure –everybody- already knows it by now. *places the cigarette back in his mouth, leaning back in the chair and crossing his ankles* *removes the cigarette and blows the smoke out in Ransom’s general direction* It was given to me. That’s how I got it. *grins* But if you really wanna know… maybe one of these days I’ll tell ya. Until them you’ll just have to keep guessing. *lets out a low chuckle*

*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:

*takes a long, hungry drag off his cigarette and releases the smoke through both his nostrils and his mouth* December 1st. Makes me eighteen. *eyes him, trying to read his facial expression* What? *shrugs* Don’t believe me? *grins* Not many people do. *laughs and flicks some ash off to the side of him* Make sure to get me something nice next time it rolls around, all right? *smirks* *looks older than he is; could probably easily pass for twenty one or twenty two*

*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:

*sits up, beginning to get a little annoyed with all the questions* *has answered them all before in Albany and didn’t like it then either* *sets the cigarette between his lips* Rather not. *rolls his eyes* Just write down what you see, got it? *gives him a look* Just don’t let those eyes of your linger too long. *smiles, mostly pleased at his use of the word linger which he just recently learned the meaning of* *is multi-racial; his mother being a light skinned African-American woman and his father being Caucasian, giving him a very light brown skin tone* *is well muscled with a bulky build which he works hard to maintain* *is five foot ten with deep set light brown eyes lined with short lashes and jet black hair that he keeps shaven* *has a few scars over his body from various fights, the only real noticeable one being on the right side of his face, starting just above his eyebrow and stopping below and to the side of his eye, but other can be seen along his chest, back and arms*

Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:

Ain’t it obvious? *takes another drag then drops the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of his shoe, leaving the butt right there on the ground, grinning to himself as he notices Ransom waiting for him to clean it up* *has been called an asshole more than once in his life and can be, but can also be charming and nice when he wants something or when he thinks doing so will in some way benefit himself later on* *his attitude can be summed up in one saying, ‘every man for himself’, he isn’t one to do favors for anybody else and likes being rude and sarcastic just to get people upset, knowing for the most part, they aren’t going to do anything back to him anyway* *gets annoyed easily and has a short temper, usually always letting it get the best of him* *can be very violent, especially when it comes to dealing with women but seems to know beating up on women is wrong and at times even seems ashamed of it* *isn’t afraid to fight men though, usually always picking fights with people just so he can prove to them that he’s better*

*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:

Around here? *rolls his eyes* Yeah, sure. A ton. *is being sarcastic* *doesn’t have any friends in Bay Ridge but did have some back in Albany, though most of the people there didn’t like him he had a very competitive type friendship with a lodger up there by the name of Alert Lacassi and was also very fond of Vampire Whipple and Chipper Warner* Already been making some enemies though. *has already decided he doesn’t like Empire or Smudge and is pretty sure the feeling is mutual*

*nods some and taps the pen on the paper* And, uh, you got anyone special in your life right now? *grins* You know what I mean.:

*scoffs and crosses his well-toned arms* Yeah I know what you mean. Ain’t a damn idiot. *rolls his eyes* And it ain’t none of your damn business, got it? *narrows his eyes and keeps them locked with Ransom’s until the other boy turns his gaze back to the paper* *has a girlfriend up in Albany, if that’s what you would call her, she went by the name Vampire and was constantly being beaten up by him though he did have real feelings for her and misses her more than he even realizes* *though he cares about her though he still finds other girls that will share a bed with him and has never before been in a serious monogamous relationship before*

So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:

*sighs, now just bored* *shakes his head, hoping this is over soon* Nope. Not anymore. Mother got herself killed and God only know who the hell my father was. *doesn’t have an siblings or relatives since his mother had been raped (resulting in his birth) and therefore disowned when her family learned of the pregnancy*

*sighs, looking at the next question* Now you don't gotta say, but it'd be nice if you at least gave me something to write down... how'd you come to live at this fine place? *small smile*:

Fine place? *laughs and shakes his head* *is given a look by Ransom who is obviously not pleased with the laugh* *grins* Christ, calm down. I’m just kidding. *rolls his eyes* Not important how I came to live here. *in other words would just rather not talk about it to anyone* *looks at him* Besides, it’s none of your damn business anyway* *has forced to leave the Rego Park (formally Albany) lodging house at the beginning of the new year for reason which still remain unknown*

*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:

*rubs his head and raises an eyebrow* Think ya asked just about every damn question that could be asked. *is very glad that the interview is finally over with* That all? *receives a nod from Ransom and then stands* Thank God. *and with that he walks off* *keeps a switchblade with him at almost all times for protection and to help make himself look more intimidating*