So, ya got a name?

         *leans back trying to avoid speaking* *looks toward the conductor of the interview, somewhat resigned* My name is Aramond Violli. *nods slowly as if confirming this fact*

*eyes you a bit warily* What's your real name?

          *shrugs slightly* I'm sorry, but that is my real name...Aramond Violli.

You got a nickname or anything?

           *shakes his head* No, I don't have a...wait *thinks a moment* *eyes cloud as his thought drift back home* My sisters all called me Ari. I guess that works *doesn't really care what he's called as long as it's respectful*

*smirks a bit* How'd you get that one?

           *half smiles* My sisters all called me that, and my girlfriend caught onto too at one point. My eldest sister, she was Flori from Florencia and I was Ari from Aramond.

So how old are you, anyways?

           I'm 17 years old as of December the 5th. *nods* *feels much older*

Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question...

          *is dazing off slightly* Excuse me? *shakes his head, embarrassedly* I have dark hair that's just a little too long. *tucks a long piece behind his ear* It is always getting in my eyes, which are light green, by the way. *Aramond looks exactly like his father, slightly tall and awkwardly thin with a dark complexion and deep set eyes*

*smiles* I'm assuming you have a personality...what's it like?

         I'd say that you assume wrong. I haven't lived long enough to be distinct. I'm just an average guy, nothing much to say about me besides that. *has been very withdrawn since leaving Italy, but on occasion, when you catch him with a light in his eyes, he is usually happy and outgoing* *is also very loyal and proud and will do just about anything to uphold the honor of his family, his friends, or himself.*

Wanna tell us about your background?  Please?

           *sigh, resigned* *wants to lie, but finds it best to just tell the truth.* I used to live and work with my family in Florence, Italy at our restaurant. There were six of us, Mama, Papa, Florencia, Cara, Mia, and me. Cara and I are the only ones still together. Florencia eloped with same British guy and my mother died. We got thrown into a horrible debt. *eyes cloud over* There was nothing I could do. I tried to stay in the city, but after Cecile and Mia were torn from me, I had no choice. *looks up startled* Sorry, I've said too much, perhaps.

*nods* M-hm. I see. *smiles* Got any friends or relatives?

        *smiles slightly* My sister Cara is the only thing I really have. I have two other sisters Florencia and Mia, but I don't know where they are. I also have found a friend in this awfully nice girl named Valerie Corbin, but we're nothing more than friends.

What about a special someone? *winks and grins*

           *shakes head grimly* There is one and only one. Cecile Martines was her name, I loved her with all of my heart, but sometimes, as Papa says, you have  to let go. I'm trying.

Anything else you wanna let us know about? Special talents, pet peeves.. ?

            *shrugs* None to speak of, but I'd prefer that no one hurt my sister.