So wat's yer name, kid?	*raises an eyebrow* Martinez; Darkness Martinez. Wat's it to yah?
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	*rolls eyes* Dat's it, hot-shot. See, my mother was Indian and - *pauses* Hey, why am I tellin' you all 'dis anyway? Sheese...I let down my guard for one second and start ramblin' like an idiot...
Where you from, anyways?	*laughs* Hell, here...right here. Lived here all me life. Well...for the most part, anyway. The important part.
Whadd'a yah look like?	*glances down* Can't yah see? Wat's wrong wit'chu? *she's about 5'7" with a half Indian, half Mexican skin tone. Easy brown eyes with thin, arched eyebrows; dark hair she usually keeps pulled back in a sleek black ribbon. Thin, but not too thin*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*looks a little nervous, which is unusual for Darkness* A few...on my legs and ahh...round my collar-bone area. *quietly* That's what happens when people beat you with wooden chair legs...
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	Wat are you, a cop? Christ; a box a matches...a few cigarettes...and maybe, if da day was a good sellin day, a few pennies.
How'd you find 'da place?	*laughs loudly* Find the place - I founded the place. Was usin the buildin for7 a place to sleep - it was abandoned at tha' time, I swear! So anyways, Ruth - erm...Ms. Littlefield - found me eventually. It's her building, after all.
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	I drink on occasion; if I go out. But I'm careful not to get drunk - nothin' good evah comes from it. As fer smokin, I'se always got a pack and a box of matches handy. And gamblin...*chuckles lightly* Kid, if you only knew...
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	*shakes head* Naw, me family's long gone. Me mothah died pretty early on, when I was 'bout two...t'ree maybe; I don't remember. But the way Pop talked 'bout her, it wasn't too great a loss. *sighs fondly* Pop...now 'dere was a good guy. He died when I was 'bout ten or so; influenza got 'im. *pauses* I remember he used to read to me every night, and....*stops abruptly* Next question, please, so I can get outtah heah.
Who's yah best friend?	Oh, easy. Bottles - he's me partner in crime, I guess you could say. *chuckles, a sweet smile flickering across her face for an instant* I'se pretty close tah Vix, too. Well, as close as you can get tah Vix. An Scout, 'an Cat. *ignores the loud "Cat-ASTROPE!" screamed from across the bunkroom* Some would argue 'dat I'se friends wit 'da Salvatores, but it ain't 'dat way. *glances in the direction of Brooklyn* They nev'ah pay me, an' they nevah play fair. It's enough tah make a lady quit tha business...but then, no one said I'se a lady, neithah...
Got any woyds tah live by?	Hahaa...yeah. "Go ahead and play cards, but always check the other person's sleeve." Now if d'ose ain't woyds tah live by, I dunno wat is.