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

M' name's Sidhe Daire. *grimaces* You say it 'Shee Darra.' Those guys that think they're so bright 'cause they can read an' all say it 'Sid-hey Dare.' Like I can't tell that it's spelled funny. Get it right, will ya?

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

*grimaces again* They call me 'Pipes.' Got a voice like a church bell, I do. *nods with a disgusted look on her face* Not that I ever asked anyone's opinion. *grin spreads on her face* Plus, when I punch ya, looks like ya got hit by a pipe, and it's not ever gonna get better. *seems proud of this fact*

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

I be turnin' 18 this spring comin' up. May 29, actually. *eyes angrily* Why? You gonna get me a present?

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

*gives an amused look* Can't ya tell by lookin'? Well, if ya can't, I got dark red hair, almost brown. *looks at it* About down to my waist, I guess. Sorta thick, very straight, little dirty, but a little dirt never killed anyone. Got green eyes. Brown skin. *looks at it sadly* Can't get it white even when I scrub. Doesn't even turn red. I'm about 5 foot 6, that's what the man said at the pub, and he didn't look drunk, so I'll take his word. I get a little big about the hips and chest and all… but don't be getting' ideas. I'm not like that mother o' mine.

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

M' dad used to say redheads got powerful fiery tempers and all. I guess he was right. *makes a face as if she doesn't like the idea of him being right* If ya get me mad, your face won't ever look the same, after I'm through with it. But I only get mad when ya paw me or try to flatter me. I can take an insult, at least. When I want something, I get it, and nothing's not ever gonna stop me. And I can take pressure too. That's why I can get a job even if I've got bad blood - they know I'll stick to it. Won't go to the pub on the clock or nothin'. And I don't do whatever anyone pleases with my body. Only got one, ya know.

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

One or two, maybe. Don't really trust no one, though. Don't live out here by trustin' everyone ya see.*nods some and taps the pen on the paper*

*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.:

*doesn't seem very amused* Don't need any suitors. They're too much trouble, and I don't like trouble. And ya don't get any sweethearts by punching every man that tries to talk romantic to ya.

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

*laughs humorlessly* M' mother was one of those, ah, street women - a Spaniard gypsy, they called 'er. Where I got the skin. *waves her hand around halfheartedly to show it* Stayed with m' dad long enough to have a place to eat while she couldn't make her money, had me, and ran off. M' dad was always a drunk piece o' garbage. Didn't even know me half the time. Ran away when I was 13, and for all I care, he could be dead. If I have any brothers and sisters, I don't know 'em and I don't want to. I stick to myself.

*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*:

Didn't I just tell ya? I ran away from the dirty hole I was livin' in. I've been on my own since then, and I've kept myself off the streets. Quit my last job, 'cause my boss was bein' a little too… *pauses as if recalling something unpleasant* friendly. I've been lookin' for a respectable job since then, 'bout a month ago. *looks around* This is as respectable as it's gonna get for a poor girl, I s'pose. Nice enough for me - I'm not hard to please when it comes to livin'.

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

I like m' life well enough - a lot, in fact. Threaten it and you'll never be looked at the same way. Don't call me Pipes for nothin'. Told ya about that already, didn't I? *cracks knuckles absently* Don't trust too many people, but if I do, you're in for life, whether ya like it or not. I work hard - I'm not no girly girl - and I don't do anything to mess things up for m'self. I can read a bit, too. And don't get on my bad side the Spanish 'gypsy' in me makes me remember it for a real long time. *nods to herself* That's all I gotta say.