| So wat's yer name, kid? | Louis Arellano... |
| You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? | *shrugs, then pulls a black and white wand from his sleeve* Merlin. They call me Merlin. |
| Where you from, anyways? | *smirks* Wouldn't you like tah know. Actually, I was born in Greece...to an Italian mother. A German father. Travelled all over Europe by the time I was six. An wat've I got tah show for it....*holds out his wand and taps his empty hands* Pockets even emptier. |
| Whadd'a yah look like? | *smiles thoughtfully* Devilishly hansom. |
| Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? | Oh I wouldn't say distinguishing...but since you said it and not me... the fact that I'm the only newsboy I know that can make objects disappear into thin air might be distingushing. |
| If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out? | Absolut-e-ly nothing. *grins and flashes a wink* All the stuff is in my sleeves. |
| How'd you find 'da place? | Oh yah know, there's this thing out front....called a sign? Yeah, it's very helpful.... |
| You drink, smoke, gamble...� | I do what the situation calls for. |
| Related tah any'bady�we'd know? | Hahaa...*wipes a tear of laughter from his eye* You're funny, kid |
| Who's yah best friend? | *shrugs* Why would I want someone around tah stab me in tha back? |
| Got any woyds tah live by? | A magician never reveals his secrets. So you can take that as a "no". |