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sleepdeprivedvixen@yahoo.com
*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:
*does not respond at first, being absorbed in what he is writing in his journal* Hm? *waits as the question is repeated, and then looks up with a slight smile* Trevor McDuff. *places his pencil in his journal where he had been writing and closes it* *well, closes it as much as it can be closed with a pencil in the middle*
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
That I do; Tracker. *frowns slightly* I got it back home, because I used to hunt for my family and I could track animals well. It just sort of stuck, my friends called me it, and so it*s my nickname, I suppose. *rubs his arm lightly, awaiting the next question*
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
Twenty, as of June second. *sighs* I*m getting too old. *taps on his journal lightly, almost nervously, as he waits for the interrogation to go on* *is somewhat afraid that once he gets to a certain age, he will get kicked out* *isn*t quite sure what he would do if that situation were to present itself*
*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
Um, I have sort of orangish hair and green eyes. I'm tall, I guess. *shrugs* I don*t really know what all you want me to tell you, and since you have two eyes that work, as far as I know, you can see for yourself. *has curly rust colored hair that reaches to right below his eyes, which are a grayish-green color* *is about 5'10", and quite well built* *used to wear his sleeves rolled up to his elbows but doesn*t anymore because he is very self conscious about the scars on his wrists*
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
*raises an eyebrow at him* What kind of person am I? *sighs* I don*t know really. I mean, I consider myself nice and friendly, but that*s really all up to how I*m viewed by others. *shrugs* *is nice and friendly, to tell the truth* *has a lot of compassion for others and is very dedicated to his friends* *is not quite trusting when he first meets someone, it takes a while for them to gain his trust, but then he is very trusting*
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
*nods* Of course I do. *thinks for a moment* Siren, Juliet, Morning, Jumper, Anthony. . . and I don*t really want to forget about anyone and leave them out, so I*ll just stick "and others" on the end, there, and that covers just about everyone. *smiles* *is friends with almost everyone in the house, and likes it that way* *there is always someone to talk to when it is like that*
*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.:
*frowns slightly, a pained look in his eyes* Um, sort of. *bites his lip lightly* In an unofficial way, I guess. *is involved with Juliet, that is true, but is still mourning Trust* *deeply loved Trust and was absolutely heartbroken when she died, but is recovering quite well with Juliet's help, and does fancy her* *can't bring himself to express it in words, really, but tries*
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
*frowns deeply* Not that I know of, no. *his parents were killed back in Ireland, which caused even more unpleasant events* *had an older brother, but does not know what became of him since he was shipped off to America when he was just a wee lad*
*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*:
*shrugs* I got on a boat and when I got to New York, Siren and I just looked for a place to stay. We found this one. *that is the uncomplicated version, yes* *when his parents were murdered, he went off, got drunk, and promptly murdered the fellow who had done the same to his parents* *obviously he could not stay in Ireland after committing such a deed, so he gathered his things and got on a boat, where he met Siren, and came to America* *was haunted by the brother*s of the fellow he killed a while back, but that situation resolved itself*
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
*thinks for a moment* Um, not that I can think of. *shrugs* *turns back to his journal and opens it to where he had stuck his pencil* *begins scrawling in it again, soon becoming to intent on what he is writing to notice him leave*
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