So, ya got a name?

            *raises an eyebrow and quirks a little grin* Yeah, Rogan, Tobias Rogan. *sifts a hand    through his pocket and pulls out a cigarette and a light*

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

            *stares you down* I told yah. *very seriously* Tobias Rogan. Is there a problem?

You got a nickname or anything?

            *is getting a bit defensive* If you wanna call me Toby fine, but I wouldn't start acting like my best friend alluva sudden. *sighs* Some people call me Goldy. *doesn't explain further* But only my real good friends, so don't go gettin any ideas.

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

            *jaw drops a bit* you're kiddin right? *continues smoking his cigarette* cuzza this *flashes a smile and reveals two gold top canine teeth* Don't really remember how I got em. My muthah got em for me 'fore she died I think.

So how old are you, anyways?

            I'm twenny four. *chuckles a bit* been 'round a while, indeed.

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

            *very very apprehensive* Well, I guess I I'm kinda average height. *is 5'8"* dark, short hair...*runs his fingers through his scruffy, dark brown hair* good skin I’d say *looks at his hands and rubs his face a bit, running fingers through the scruff on his face* I mean, I ain't too pale. which is good...I mean I don't look sick you know? *grins*  Blue eyes...*looks at his clothes* and as you can see *looks up cuz of the strange question on appearance* I’m wearing brown trousers, a dark red type of colored shirt, suspenders and my blue vest. practically the clothes I was born in. *looks down* and I got my lucky boots. *grins* *has a nice firm build**stocky almost**not too muscular, but very strong*

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

            *lets out a big sigh* well I'll tell you one thing. I hate when people ask me questions. *starts slowly walking towards you* like when someone tries to get all up in my business. I just wanted a place to stay... and now my personal life is important huh? *sighs when there's no response* *is actually really emotional and sweet and nice, but really hates nosey people* I love music. I play the violin. *laughs* yeah, I know. But you asked. I don't really know the notes too well, I taught myself ya see. *really finds a type of peaceful escape through classical and Celtic music**tries to hear it as much as possible* That's kinda my only thing. *is really touchy about music too, very into analyzing it in his spare time though he does not really know the professional terms**will get very upset if anyone knocks the music he loves**likes to be alone a lot but also really loves to go out and dance and drink a lot**is very gentlemanly but finds it hard to treat women so differently from men because he's grown up around a few tough as nails girls**leans back against the wall*

Wanna tell us about your background?  Please?

            *is getting a little more comfortable now**nods* This is all really necessary huh? *nods again* alright then. *scratches head* *runs hands through hair and puts cigarette out* Well, I've lived on Delancey street mainly my whole life, I mean until a few years ago. Until I was *thinks a minute* 17. *nods* After that my dad died, I was living with him in a small place with you know how it is, a bunch of otha fam'lies. Well my dad died and just been fendin for myself with tha help of some long time friends. We always hung out in Washington square park and so that area became my home really. I just kinda recently decided to take up a residence somewhere, get a job. *laughs a little* I was livin' wit my friends influence so long, you know stealin' shit, pilferin' and livin' off the upperclass's trash. *nods* it wasn't too bad. But now I've come here I guess. *is satisfied with this and so waits for the next question*

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

            *thinks* well my fam'ly really is all gone, s'far as I know. But I had a couple of friends who left, moved ta Brooklyn. Ferret Quinnlin and Ciggs Donolly. *grins* Or Suzy as some of us called her...well..*laughs a bit* we called her that and lost a tooth. *thinks a bit* I think that might be how I got one of these gold teeth.

What about a special someone? *winks and grins*

            *raises eyebrows and laughs* nah, I'm  not really datin' anyone. Though me n Ciggs used ta be a bit a friends and a little more if ya know what I mean. *laughs* *shrugs* but we were mostly just friends. Also, it was weird cuzza the age diff'rence. She's pretty young and though I nevah really saw her as all that young...it kinda went ag'inst both our morals a little bit. So it was easier to stay friends. *has gotten lost in the memories**realizes he's spilling his guts to a stranger**coughs* but uh yeah, you know....

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

            *thinks* Like I said...Violin *grins a little, blushing* Oh and pretty much you know my pet peeve. Al tha effin' questions. *sighs* are we done now? I don't think you quite undastand how painful this was for me. *points a finger* you're lucky I need  a place to stay this bad. *sighs, knowing he's been defeated*