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Your real name. No aliases: we'll figure it out sooner or later and you'll be less one job immediately. |
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| *exchanges a few menaingful looks between his brother before finally shaking his head firmly and mouthing "I won't"* *looks back to San and offers a sheepish smile* Someone wants me to swear that my given name is Maria Magdalena Mariposa, but that would a lie, and I don't lie. *blinks, then adds* During job interviews. Usually. *casts a so there! glace towards Sean and returns his attention to San* Brendan Gilmore, Sir. *extends a hand and shakes firmly* Enchanted. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *shakes his head* No, Sir. Brendan will do just fine. *doesn't mention that he responds to many nicknames, some being "Bren" or "Danny", and some others which are somewhat derrogatory* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| *coughs once* I'm twenty, like my brother. Hard to believe, huh? I mean about him being twenty; the maturity level never seems to meet the chronological age, now does it? *waves a well-muscled, finely-toned golden arm* We're twins, you know. Not identical, thank God in Heaven. Fraternal. | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| *smirks just a bit* Dead, eh? *frowns, then goes back to the question at hand* Ah, like I said, fraternal twins, not identical. I'm...blond-er. And taller. And generally more aesthetically pleasing. *wears his sun-lightened golden brown hair a bit longer than Sean's, and is a few inches taller than his brother, standing at 5'11"* *otherwise bears a nearly-identical resemblance to Sean, particularly in facial features, sharing the same curious, spirituel brown eyes and winning smile* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *takes a deep breath and scowls deeply over San's shoulder once again at his brother, who, once again, is trying to communicate non-verbally with him behind San's back* That...stuff Sean said? About Aunt Hilda? It's not entirely true. Not entirely. Sean and I got out just before the full-scale military raid on the "fortress", as she called it. We spent the next few years roaming the wilderness which is New Jersey like nomads, you see, and finally were drawn to New York, and then stumbled upon this little ville you call Brooklyn. *gives San another smile, looking perfectly innocuous* Might I add that Brooklyn is not the flaming hell Hilda warned us that the rest of the "outside world" was? And ah, I'm quite proficient in my three R's. *nods firmly and smiles* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *tilts back on the rear legs of his chair and gives that a few moments of consideration* I don't steal, and I don't find joy in hurting other people. That...speaks a lot for my character, doesn't it? *isn't afraid of hard work and will do what he has to without complaint or much hesitation, and takes his relationships and people far more seriously than it might seem* *plays off his brother, who's easily the best friend he's ever had, and rarely gets into trouble on his own* *is much like his brother in his loyalty and dependability, but struggles daily with his habit of tardiness* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| Allow me to debunk Sean for a moment? Patrick wasn't our brother, he's Sean's "special" friend. *leans forward and explains in a hushed tone* He's "special" in that he's invisible to everyone but Sean. *closes his eyes sadly, then looks San dead in the eye, speaking confidentially* Sometimes Sean still claims he sees Patrick, if you know what I mean. So if he mentions Patrick, or seems to be talking to himself, just play along. *sits back, then leans forward again* You should probably know that Patrick prefers to be called "Captian Widgeon". *nods a little and sits back again* No criminal record for me, Sir. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| Sean's the closest around. We've been living together since...well...since we were born, it seems. *nods a bit* Ever since he moved in, really. *arches an eyebrow and adds quickly* Not that we take windy beachside walks, mind you. *snickers lightly* *is the oldest in a family of seven children, the younger five still in South Caulter, New Jersey, and still visits his family once a month or however often as possible* *has a heart for Eden and an insatiable interest in Tabitha, either one which could get him killed easily* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Well, back in my days in the Jersey wilderness, I finally got the notion to get a real job, a legitimate one, rather than more of that work I was doing for Hilda. So I came across this little hole-in-the-wall boxing club and got myself a true occupation, and some education. *doesn't mention that the job involved mopping up the sweat, blood, and beer rather than actally much fighting* Some great men fought there and I picked up quite a bit of technique. So I'm here to enforce. I'm an enforcer. *importantly* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *shakes his head and smiles* Nope, not anything on my mind. Don't worry about Seanny, I'll keep an eye on him. *grins* | |
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