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

*snorts and curtly replies* Fionnala Harbenger.

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

Rabble Rouser *gives an annoyed look, waits a little while then when Ransom appears to want something else answers more* Apparently I'm known to cause a rabble. How else did you think?

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

*makes a sour face* I'm 17 today. Born the 21st of April.

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

*looks down at herself then back up to Ransom and glares but makes no snide comments about vision* 5 foot 3. Straight, chin length, pure white hair. Green eyes. Freckles. Are you finished yet? *is wearing dusty and faded pants with one knee worn out and the other nearly there that look as if they may at one time have been black, an off white peasant blouse with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, a faded maroon plaid vest, and a gray hat pulled down so that it's nearly covering her eyes.* *because her sleeves are rolled a rings of scars an inch and a half thick that form stripes from her wrist and up her right arm, disappearing under her sleeve can be noticed*

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

*growls at Ransom, insinuating that she doesn't like the questions and does not really give an answer* I'm the kind not to be messed with. *is curt and slightly rude, cynical and argumentive* *is also somewhat hypocritical* *is pessimistic, with a bad temper, and is generally unhelpful* *is extremely loyal to her brother, however, despite her quick words about him*

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

*gets fed up with this inquiry* No you moron!

*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.:

*is getting angry now* Like that would be any of your business! No!

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

*crosses her arms with an exasperated look* Of course, halfwit. I've a twin brother. Ask for CrossFox, you'll find him somewhere, I'm sure he'll be happy to talk with you.

*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*:

*snears* by no chance of mine that's for sure.

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

I thought I told you to go away and Leave me alone! *grumbles about annoying, incompetent oafs and walks off, muttering something in what appears to be gaelic*