Post by Goblin on Aug 3, 2011 22:36:06 GMT -5
Name: Sebastian Pearson
NN (if applicable): Goblin
Age: 16
Date and place of birth: April 1, 1883; a tenement in East Side Manhattan
Personality: Not what you'd think from the name; I'm friendly and cheerful enough, unless you mind sarcasm, and then you should probably stay the hell away. I'm pretty damn smart, and I know it, always have. Not book-smart, but crafty-smart. Always planning something, trying to stay a few steps ahead of everyone else. If you get me angry, I'm more likely to pull some strings behind your back than fight you face-to-face, but the revenge is twice as sweet in the end. I don't get angry much, though. Just...don't try to tell me what to do. Really. Don't.
Hobbies and interests: Generally up for chess. Card games, too. I like girls, usually. I smoke cigarettes, not cigars. They taste better. When I get bored, I have a penchant for practical jokes. And...cats hang around me. Don't ask me why. They're crafty little devils, maybe they sense a kindred spirit. *scratches the head of a scruffy black kitten currently rubbing against his leg*
Bad habits, criminal record, etc: Lying, scheming, general mischief. Feeling the need to "stir the pot" and cause some trouble when times are slow. Got a bit of a mouth on me, I guess. And I spent some time in the House of Refuge for petty theft, but we don't talk about that time. All right? All right.
Employment: *smiles angelically* Why, I sell newspapers, of course.
Background info (please include family as well): I got a sister, Clara, one year younger. Told me some time ago that she meant to go her own way, 'cept that 'her own way' is to follow me around and try to keep me out of trouble, so she's here, too. You won't see her 'less she wants you to, though. Anyway...we grew up here in Manhattan, but our parents fought all the damn time. Dad walked out when I was twelve, and the bed wasn't even cold 'fore our mother invited a new fellow into it. Didn't matter to me, I never really cared for any of 'em. *shifts uneasily* Anyway, me and Clara took off not long after, went our separate ways, did what we had to do. I was in the Refuge. I got out. We found each other again. Now we're here.
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OOC
Name/NN: Emily/Flare
Email: FlareHiggins@yahoo.com
NN (if applicable): Goblin
Age: 16
Date and place of birth: April 1, 1883; a tenement in East Side Manhattan
Personality: Not what you'd think from the name; I'm friendly and cheerful enough, unless you mind sarcasm, and then you should probably stay the hell away. I'm pretty damn smart, and I know it, always have. Not book-smart, but crafty-smart. Always planning something, trying to stay a few steps ahead of everyone else. If you get me angry, I'm more likely to pull some strings behind your back than fight you face-to-face, but the revenge is twice as sweet in the end. I don't get angry much, though. Just...don't try to tell me what to do. Really. Don't.
Hobbies and interests: Generally up for chess. Card games, too. I like girls, usually. I smoke cigarettes, not cigars. They taste better. When I get bored, I have a penchant for practical jokes. And...cats hang around me. Don't ask me why. They're crafty little devils, maybe they sense a kindred spirit. *scratches the head of a scruffy black kitten currently rubbing against his leg*
Bad habits, criminal record, etc: Lying, scheming, general mischief. Feeling the need to "stir the pot" and cause some trouble when times are slow. Got a bit of a mouth on me, I guess. And I spent some time in the House of Refuge for petty theft, but we don't talk about that time. All right? All right.
Employment: *smiles angelically* Why, I sell newspapers, of course.
Background info (please include family as well): I got a sister, Clara, one year younger. Told me some time ago that she meant to go her own way, 'cept that 'her own way' is to follow me around and try to keep me out of trouble, so she's here, too. You won't see her 'less she wants you to, though. Anyway...we grew up here in Manhattan, but our parents fought all the damn time. Dad walked out when I was twelve, and the bed wasn't even cold 'fore our mother invited a new fellow into it. Didn't matter to me, I never really cared for any of 'em. *shifts uneasily* Anyway, me and Clara took off not long after, went our separate ways, did what we had to do. I was in the Refuge. I got out. We found each other again. Now we're here.
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OOC
Name/NN: Emily/Flare
Email: FlareHiggins@yahoo.com
