Heya kid. What's yer name? *A boy who is kneeling on the roof, intent on a point below, gives you a glance.* My name is Nicolas Dantès. Pleased to meet you. *His voice seems insincere and he focuses his gaze back to what he was looking at before.*

Do ya got a nickname? Wheah'd dat come from? *nods* I get called Tracker. I track things well. Where I used to live, I was one of the best hunters and guides. *shakes his head* But that is no more.

How old are ya? When's yer birthday? *hesitates* I am 18, my birthday is September 24th. Yes, that is correct.

Fer dose a' us dat's blind, ya mind describin' what ya look like? Yes, I do. But I must concentrate, you see. *He gives a flick of his wrist* Describe me yourself, I have no time. *Tracker is around 5'9 with hair like a raven and clear blue eyes that seem to almost pierce through you. He is tanned from being outside constantly and fairly muscular from exercise. His nose is slightly upturned at the end, his jaw very squared, as if a sign of his stubbourness.*

What kinda personality do ya got? *stands up and brushes his clothes off, as if realizing he can't get rid of you* *smiles for the first time* I am fairly easy-going and easy to talk to, except when I am tracking something, as you may well have noticed. I am outgoing and take charge. *shrugs* I think that just about covers my personality.

What was ya life like befoah ya came heah? *A scowl crosses Tracker's face, replacing the kind smile he had on just a few moments before.* I would prefer not to talk about it.

Ya've got friends, don't ya? Who are dey? *He grins again.* I am friends with everyone here. I am closest to my sister though, you might know her as Forte.

Ya got a significant otha? *shakes his head vehelmently* No, but one day I am going to find a girl for me.

Anythin' else we should know 'bout ya? *shrugs* I don't think so, but if you have a problem, come to me. I am co-leader of the boys. I should be able to help.