| What's your name? Macha. Me weal name is Macha. You ain't allowed to call me dat, got it? Do ya have a nick name? If ya do how'd ya get it? Yeah, I do. Who don't? Me nickname is Rouge. Dat's da only t'ing yer allowed ta call me, got it, kiddies? And how'd I git it? ~:~a sinister grin slid across her face~:~ Well, dat ain't aporporiate fer youse ears. What do ya look like? Well, I'se ain't too tall. I'm about five foot. Dun underestimate me though, I'se severely beaten more boiys den you could imagine. Dat's what dey git when they dun pay Rouge. I'm not da most muscular goil you'll ever see but dat dun matta, now do it? Yeah, I'm wearin' dis ugly newsie outfit ta blend in. Don't mean I like it at all. Too bland fer my tastes. And dat's 'bout all I'se got ta say. What color is your hair? Me hair? It's da cola o' fire! Suits me, duncha t'ink? It's nice and straight, too. I hates curls. Plus, it goes down to me butt. No dead-ends, though! I'se make sure o' dat! Nice bangs too, aye? ~:~she breathed deep then aimed her breath straight up so her bangs flew around abit ~:~ Yeahse, I like me bangs. What color are your eyes? Green, emerald green! Yeah, dey jus' plain green and dey don't neva change. What 'bout yer past? What was it like? No criminal records or anythin' right? No criminal records? Haha, yeah, shoa. Go on, believe dat. Me past ain't too excitin'. I'se came here from Ireland wit' me mudda and fadda. Dey died when I was 'bout thoirteen. I'se didn't go to da orphanage though. Dat's what ya thought I was gonna say, ain't it? Yeah, wellse, youse wrong. I went to da streets. And I become a deala. A deala in that little "up-lifta" we like ta call opium. I was good at it, too. I neva bought me opium, I just stole it back offa the people I sold it too. I would go into da local houses and when dey was all off in dey're own woirlds, I'd grab da packs. Dey'd come back, t'inkin' dey just used it all, and buy dere own opium wight back offa me. Ain't I a genuis? Yeah, well den someone figured it out. I'se t'ink it was another deala jeelis of da money I'se makin'. So, I had ta beat it. And come here. Ta Harlem. Yeah, so, I'm hidin' out here fer a lidda while. Till the deala's calm down. Dun worry, no bulls are afta me. A couple o' 'em take da stuff demselves. What about your personality? What's it like? Me poisonality? Hm, I dunno. I'd say.. tough. Yeah, tough as in "dun-botha-me" tough. I dun like you, you dun like me, we'se happy, git it? I'se suppose I'm rude. And nasty. Makin' ya not wanna know me? Good, 'cause I dun wanna know you. 'Specially none of youse wussies. Do ya have any family still alive? Related ta anyone I know? No, I'se an only c'ild. An' as I'se said before, me mudda and fadda are dead. Are ya gonna have any admirers hangin' around? Ha! ~:~snorts~:~ Dun make me laugh. If anyone had the noirve ta actually t'ink dey liked me, I'd kill 'em! So, no, I'se ain't got no admirers and I dun plan on gittin' none. Is dere anythin' else I need to know before ya join da LH? Any weird habits or hobbies? Well, just ta clear t'ings up, I dun do no opium. I only dealed. Weird habits er hobbies? ~:~she looked around, an usual look of nervousness sweeping her face~:~ Well, dun tell nobody dis but.. ~:~the volume of her voice dropped~:~ Sometimes, I like ta go on da woof of whereeva I am and jist watch da stars.. and t'ink about all dese things I can do wit' my life. Ya know.. I'se pretend I'm married or I'm a star or.. yeah, t'ings like dat. I'se guess.. I'se guess.. you can say I'm a dreamer. But tell anybody dat and I'll kill ya. ~:~she smirked, satisfied with her threat and crossed her arms~:~ I'm done. Back To The Profiles Back To The Main Page |
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