What's yer name, kid? Abby Morgan
Whaddya wanna be called? Luna
So, how'd ya git yer nickname, anyway? All da kids at da orphanage made fun of me sayin I was as pale as da moon. Suddenly I grew a fascination wit it. I would try ta sneak out late at night ta watch da full moon.
How old are ya? Do ya know yer boithday? I'se 17, born December 27
So what's yer story? I won't tell no one: I was born in Brooklyn but me muddah died havin me. Me fadda always wanted a son so he raised me and brought me up as though as if I was his son instead of his daughtah. Dat's how I learned ta fight and he nevah, not even once, called me Abby. He called me eithah Son or Junior. I rememba seein a 'ol photograph of me mudda and I look so much like her. I finally realized why me fadda made me tuck my hair up in a hat since I didn't wanna cut it. He said I reminded him so much of me muddah. Suddenly me faddah was woiking at a factory when a fire broke out and died in it. I was forced ta be sent to an orphanage since I had no family around. I didn't get a long with da kids there since I could really fit in wit da goils, and da boys constantly picked fights wit me. I got in trouble so many times beatin up on dem but I couldn't help it. As I think I would see a buildin on fire again, da orphanage bursted out in flames. Then da kids pointed blame at me when I didn't have nuthin to do wit it. I turned out dat someone left a lit candlestick by da curtains. With the fingas pointed at me, dey was gonna send me to da refuge so I ran away, wit da bulls chasin me 'round da city. Along da Brooklyn streets, I ran inta Spot Conlon and got inta a fight wit him. He was an arrogant lil newsboy and had no idea he was fightin a goil. Then he found out who I really was and wouldn't admit a goil soaked him *laughs* But aftah dat, we became pals and helpin wit leadin da Brooklyn newsboys. I'se been a newsie evah since.
Describe yerself: about 5'6, slender, I'se really pale as da moon, mysterious, auburn/brown eyes, dark, jet black hair dat falls straight down my back.
Tell me what yer like, poisonality-like:sarcastic, blunt, and mouthy, I'se pretty much a born leader and protective ovah me pals, silly and crazy sometimes, I'se kinda of a little flirt too
Whaddya wish fer? Moah dan anytin'? Hmmm good question... I'll get back on ya on dat one.
Ya got any friends heah yet? Lady Luck, Firecracker
So, uh, *wink*, ya goin' wit' anyone? Ain't so much for keepin a commitment. Just let dem boys throw demselves at me *grins*
Email: [email protected]
AIM: SpotsLuna
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