Katherine "Kitty" Wallace

First I'll be needin' yer full name, honey. It's for my confidential records. Lord knows none o' the goils actually uses 'em.

*softly* Katherine Elaine Wallace.

So what do people actually call ya? An' why?

Kitty. Kitten, sometimes. But mostly just Kitty.

Age an' birthday? Just estimate if ya ain't sure, hon.

Um...I'm 17, and I'm pretty sure my birthday's in June. Crow knows for certain, but when I was little, we didn't celebrate birthdays, so I kinda forgot when exactly.

Now you's gonna give me a physical description. Height, build, hair, eyes, the clothes ya wears--everythin' down to the last freckle, ya hear? *gives you a sober look* If one o' my goils goes missin'...well, it pays to be prepared, I always say.

I'm sorta tallish, I guess. Last time I saw my brother, he called me bony like a horse. He's probably right. *shakes her head* Brown hair, brown eyes, plain, a little pale.

I know you'll be sellin' papes, but are ya doin' any odder kinda work? If so, I gotta know about it. *gives you a sharp look* Yes, even that.

I just sell papes. Kinda all I'm good for, and I ain't even good at that.

What's yer personality like, dearie? Sweet, grumpy, shy, outgoin', overly fond o' the boys? *smiles* It's all perfectly fine here in Greenwich Village.

'M quiet, mostly. Keep to myself. Been here long enough that I kinda fade into the woodwork, ya know? But I'm alright with that. I keep outta trouble. That's it.

Now, most o' the Village is real keen on the arts. Got any special talents I should know about? If ya sing, dance, act, draw, paint, write, or sweep a stage, I guarantee the goils'll find ya some extra work. *winks* You can tell me about any non-artistic talents while you's at it.

I kinda sing, I guess. A little. And I can sew. I can sew really well, actually. I make things for people sometimes...

Any ghosts hauntin' ya that I should know about? I don't mean the kind that supposedly haunts the attic--I mean the bad things that follow ya from yer past, or the bad habits ya just can't seem to shake.

Not that I know about. *shakes her head* My brother kinda haunts me. He comes in and out when he feels like it. I miss him a lot.

Who d'ya know in the area, hon? Friend or foe, I wanna hear about it. An' have ya got any fam'ly left?

I know most of the girls here, and the boys in the area, but I wouldn't say I was real close to any of 'em. And Crow. He's my brother. He's kinda in and out, he runs around a lot. He's really sweet, and very handsome, the girls all think he's kinda a catch. And he would be, he's perfect. *smiles brightly* He works odd jobs, and things, but one of these days, he's gonna open his own bar. He's got plans. He's gonna be rich. *nods*

Seein' anyone special, dear? *smiles slyly*

No! No...boys don't...I'm too...I'm shy, alright? Boys kinda terrify me. Except for my brother.

Now, last of all, baby, I need ya to tell me why you's here. Where'd ya come from, an' what kinda life did ya have before?

I'm here because I don't really have anyplace else to go. I don't belong anywhere.