So wat's yer name, kid?	*He looks up at you from where he's sitting hunched over a rather large book, he flashes a grin* Robert Donovan. `Coirse there're lots a different names for Robert, ya got Rob, Robby, Bob, Bobby, Bobo, Robbie....*He continues to prattle on, talking so fast it's almost hard to understand him.*
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Nah, dat wasn't it. Most people around here call me Mouth *Grins* *Jokingly* I mean ya wouldn't thought they'd call me somethin` that made sense right? Like 'The scary quiet kid dat sits in da corner.' Or maybe 'Bobo! The amazingly awesome boy!' *grins* but 'Mouth'? Ya'd think I've got some kinda problem wit` talkin` or somethin`.
Where you from, anyways?	Me? Well it's a long story. It starts with two youngsters who happen to come together one chilly November night about 17 years ago...*He continues on with a rather drawn out tale, which is mostly a lie. In truth Mouth's mother was the 16-year-old daughter of a rather wealthy businessman who was raped by a stable boy at their home. He was given up as soon as he was born. Lived in an orphanage until he was 10 and then ran away.*
Whadd'a yah look like?	Well I've got three arms and two heads...*Shrugs* Ya know, nothin` special *smirks. Mouth is actually fairly average looking. He has brown hair and brown eyes, is about 5'10 and has an athletic build.*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*Pauses his seemingly endless prattling, looks thoughtful* Ya mean like scars? *Shrugs* I've got quite a few a those if dat's what ya mean. *Mouth was often punished at the orphanage and has some rather nasty scars to prove it. Especially the five long scars on his back from the belt of a rather mean priest*
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	*Immediately dumps out his pockets, grins* Lets see what we got here...*starts poking through the pile* forty-five cents, a licorice whip, a button it fell off my shirt today gotta sew it back on, umm a pocket watch, and a pocket knife *grins* Didn't think I had dat much in dere...*starts sifting through his pockets again in search for anything else*
How'd you find 'da place?	*Grins at the excuse to tell another story* Well, let me tell you, it was quite the adventure...*Goes off again on a long story filled with adventure and excitement. When in reality he just happened to see the sign*
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	*Shrugs* I don't drink all that much, it loosens my tongue *Snickers* I can't smoke, makes it real hard for me ta breath, I get all tight in my chest *shrugs again, Mouth has asthma though he doesn't know that's what it is* I love ta gamble, I shouldn't though, cause I'm not too good at it *smirks*
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	*Loses his grin, shakes his head, quietly* no...don't think ya know `em anyway...I don't even know `em.
Who's yah best friend?	My best friend? *Looks thoughtful* ah, hell I dunno...I like everyone *grins. Mouth is very friendly although many people find him to be obnoxious since he never shuts up*
Got any woyds tah live by?	*Grins eyes sparkling* Words in general my friend *smirks* You can never have too many words, that reminds me of this one time...*once again goes off on a long, mostly untrue story*