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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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| *shoots his interviewer a vaguely bored look* Jeremiah Madison. *somewhat belligerently* An' I don't answer ta Jer, Jerry, or Miah. *snorts* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| Nobody 'cept me sister uses me real name. Everyone I know calls me Easy. Easy Money Madison. *looks slightly proud of the nickname he earned through his ability to always find a way to make quick cash* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Twenty. Turnin' twenty one in January, as a matter a' fact.*shrugs his thin shoulders* | |
| 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? | |
| *chuckles* *wouldn't mind seeing that happen, actually* Tall an' skinny. *is indeed 6'3 and deceptively lanky* *tosses a strand of light brown hair out of his green eyes* People seem ta think I look mean. *smirks slightly and lights a cigarette* *has thin features and a menacing stare that hints at his fighting prowess - he may look skinny, but he can beat the living tar out of guys twice his weight in brawn* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *blows out a mouthful of smoke* I can read an' write. *not terribly well, since counting money is far more important than anything abstract* Did the orphanage thing fer a while after ma and pa died in a fire when we was kids I was ten, Luce was six, an' I got stuck takin' care 'a 'er. *means "taking care" in the loosest way possible* *did little to care for his sister beyond the most basic of necessities* We lived up in West Brooklyn fer a while, �til about four years ago, then we split. *was a part of Luke Forlani's gang during the internal revolution of '99, and left the area when the coup failed* We live at the Ellis' boardin' house now. *meaning the GravesEnd home* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *chuckles at that and inhales more smoke* I'm a doll, really. *isn't, is mercenary, sadistic, selfish and greedy* *would sell his soul - and his baby sister - for the right price* *shrugs* The dames love me. *which they do, generally, until they get a taste of the back of his hand* *shrugs* *can be charming and friendly when it suits him, but only ever for a reason* *takes orders well, as long as he's well compensated for his efforts* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *flicks aside his cigarette and crushes it under his heavy boot* Few trips to the refuge, like any kid who grew up runnin' wild. *slight smirk* Nuthin' on me adult record. *has come very close numerous times, but somehow always manages to wriggle free* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *smirks some* Shoah. Me baby sis, Luce, we're real close. *if close is defined as disinterest until she can be useful to him on his part, and sheer terror of him on her part* Got me best friend, Jamie, 'e's around heah somewhere too. *has a much better friend then he deserves in the person of Jamie Kelley, who is his sidekick and who always cleans up whatever mess Easy has managed to leave behind* *shrugs* Few girls, too, but nobody special, ya know. *has lost two of his favorite sporting partners recently, in a messy fiasco involving a bet he couldn't meet* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| *smirks almost evilly* Name yer game, I'll win it. *usually wins, since he's such a good cheater, but recently had his beloved winning streak broken in a bad defeat* *shrugs* Aside from that, I'm good wit' me fists. Ya may not think so ta look at me, but I am. *has the personality and skills to be an excellent enforcer* *particularly enjoys crushing knuckles, likes the noise it makes* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *lights a fresh cigarette* Nah. If ya needs me fer anythin', I'll be at the poker table. *can always be found either gambling, or doing his best to talk his way into a free evening with one of the ladies upstairs* | |
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