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PunkDrummer711@aol.com *sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.: *glances at Ransom, her eyes cold and hard, but with a hint of playfulness* Aleshanee. *that's all; no last name* *is a Sioux Indian, though, if that helps* *her name means "she plays all the time"* *scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?: Rush likes to call me Indy. He says it's easier. *shrugs* *doesn't much care any more* *trying to force a hard, defensive exterior when you are playful and friendly at heart is somewhat difficult* *nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?: This is my seventeenth spring. *was born in early May, and, obviously, will be 17* *smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...: *um, no, sorry* *was trying to be nice and civil this time, but...* *will not humor him* *he has eyes; he can see for himself what she looks like* *is of average height: 5'6 or so* *has a very small, light build* *keeps herself active, or tries to, at least* *has silky black hair that reaches down to her waist, and hazel eyes* *is lighter skinned than most Native Americans, but is dark enough for you to tell she isn't European or anything* *her gaze is always cold and distant; only a few bring the playful side out of her* *mostly wears Courage's old clothes, the ones Empire got for her* *managed to keep her necklace, the only thing that she has to link herself back to her tribe* *it is a tiny carving of a deer attached to a thick cord, which she always wears around her neck* *her brother made it for her because she reminded him of the deer* *she could never sit still and was always leaping around and such* Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?: *simply shrugs, keeping her eyes locked on him* *the answer to the question depends on if he means now, or earlier* *now, she is quiet, distant, and on the bitchy side* *detests the whites, and hates that she is here* *doesn't trust them, and truthfully wants nothing to do with them* *before she was taken away, however, she was quite playful, true to her name* *was always talking and had many friends* *is getting better about here, though* *though she remains distant, she has opened up to both Rush and Empire* *raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?: *chews her lip slightly and shrugs* I suppose... Rush and Empire are my friends. *though at times she is scared shitless of them* *they are the only people here she remotely trusts* *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.: *shrugs some, like it isn't really important* *had a pretty hot affair with Empire, but then things got complicated, and well... who knows what's going on now* *she likes him a lot, though* So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?: *her gaze softens, just momentarily, and she nods, before returning to her hard gaze of indifference* *has brothers and sisters in the area, but will not go see them where they are* *it’s their fault she’s stuck here in the horribleness that is New York* *went with them against her will to a school in Manhattan to be acclimated to the white culture* *has a mother and father living in the Plains, still, along with the rest of her tribe* *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*: I needed money. *which is very true* *is working as a newsie to save up money to return to her home in the Plains*
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?: |