And your real name?  Milo Verik. I like my name, so you can call me either.

Do you know your birthday? What about age?  Its May 7th, and I'm currently 18.

All right, how about a physical description. It's for the records.  Records? You never told me there were going to be records. Damn it. Well, now that I've started I guess there's no way out, right? Well, unless you're blind, which I can tell you're not, you can see I have short black hair, bright green eyes, and silver glasses. You like them? They were my dad's. *starts to look serious, then brightens back up* I really should return them sometime, shouldn't I? Well, umm, today's outfit seems to be a navy-blue shirt, black pants, and these pains on my feet, or, rather, black boots. See this pocket watch? *shows you silver watch residing in pant pocket* my father gave it to me on my thirteenth birthday, which was given to him on his thirteenth and so on and so forth. If someone takes this, or even thinks of taking it, that's one less lodger you go, alright? What? I'm just being honest. So much for honesty being a virtue. Oh, and this necklace *shows you silver necklace with small emerald stone* my mother gave it to me on my thirteenth as well, so the same fate awaits those who touch it as well. Like I said, just being honest.

How would you describe your personality?  You couldn't tell already. Some people....Alright, I joke, kid, tease, shenanigan, trick, prank, and generally mess about. Wait...I never noticed...combine prank and trick and you get....fine, I wont go there. I guess I can be cynical, but that's the way the world works, right? Im always willing to lend a helping hand, but I only have two so sometimes it can be kind of a problem. Yeah, I know, the cheese on that one was kind of harsh. But, lets be honest, no one is at their best in an interrogation.

Have any hobbies? You must enjoy some things in this city.  Sure. Got to do something when you're not working, right? Well, if I could draw I might give it a shot, if I could play music I guess I would try it, and if I had the desire to dance I think I'll show you some time. I guess its that way with a lot of things. I sing when no one's watching, but you didn't hear it from me. I would also write if I knew what to write about, but I think this city sucks all written ability from you the second you step in its borders. Hey...that kind of sounded good...I might write a story starting with that...

Or bad habits? We all have them.  I'm sure you do, and I'm willing to forgive you for them.

I know this usually isn't the most pleasant of topics, but where did you come from? What can you remember about your past?  Pleasant? Now don't get down on yourself. We can't all be pleasant, now can we? Well, if you must know, Im the direct descendant of Louis the XIV, try to keep it quiet though, will you? I was born in Germany, Frankfurt to be honest, on May the 7th, 18 years and God knows how many months ago. Im too lazy to count. You...need more? Um, well, my parents died when I was little....so....umm....it was more like my eighth birthday when they gave me those things...and more like a present of good luck on the ship from Germany. So I lied, now you know. But, hey, I guess my father won't be looking for these glasses, right? Um, I still have my brother, Klaus, and sister, Adele, right? But, umm, my baby brother...I guess my parents loved him too much to leave him, so God took him the same time he took them. Alaric was too small for New York anyway. I was raised by a Welsh couple...they didn't take to my jokes too well. Either way, my siblings and I left them behind. Good thing too...

Why did you choose this establishment? I always liked this question.  Because the color scheme appeases my taste...that and its close to everything I need...

Know anyone here? Or in the city for that matter? I mean friends of course.  Nope, but I'm sure I'll get to know some people. Mentally, emotionally...biblically.

What about enemies? Make any along the way yet?  Many, and if by 18 you don't have enemies, something is wrong with you. Its a way of life, a passage into adulthood. Its also impossible to avoid on these streets.

Any significant other, or possibility of such? Again, it's for the records.  Oh, darling, there's always a possibility.

Where might you spend some time when not selling your papes?  All around the city. I like walking around, getting into things. Im a curious one, could you tell?

Is there anything else you would like to add?  Yeah....umm...these records you're keeping...they're confidential, right?

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