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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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| *eyes San for a minute, then responds, saying her last name a bit more tightly than her first* Evelyn Mardsen. *knows that for her, it's not so easy to be "less one job"* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| Vaccaro, for a last name, if you don't mind. And if I'm given a nickname, it's usually Ev, not Evie or anything. *shrugs* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Eighteen. | |
| 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? | |
| *tugs at a strand of long, unevenly blonde hair that's fallen out of its ponytail* I'm blonde. Brown eyes. *which are actually more hazel than brown* *used to be heavyset, and really dislikes running into any of her brother's old friends because of the comments and memories that are bound to ensue, even though she's grown up to be fairly pretty* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *nods some* Yeah, I can, but no thanks at all goes to my dear brother. *offers a very pretty, very feigned smile* My parents kind of disappeared, really weird, actually. They just didn't come back from a trip and woohoo! My brother and I were out of a family and home. So some of their friends took pity on us and let us stay with them while the legalities were being sorted out -- they were living in Queens -- and eventually we were placed in an orphanage in Brooklyn. That's where I got most of my education, as it is. *pauses to bet Mars never tells their story in full, and uses the opportunity to spill some dirt on him, even though it's just to San, who probably already knows it all* That's where Theo -- rather, Mars -- started getting involved with all of those wonderful people who made him what he is today. *said with more than a hint of sarcasm* Luke Forlani, Wick Mauvais, all of them. *resents and fears most everyone who Mars "respects", for good reasons* *shrugs* So when I was old enough to break free, as it were, I did, and moved to Staten Island, where his reputation wouldn't follow me. And now I'm living in Manhattan, which why I'm scarely around. | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| I'm decent? And honest. *grins a little* I really couldn't say. *is down to earth and easygoing, and able to make friends with just about anyone* *is also fairly intelligent, and has an ability to teach herself just about anything, particularly if it has to do with mechanics* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *shakes her head* Nope. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| Mars. *shrugs* He's my only "real" family. And I have friends. *has quite a few, actually, but has no intention to share the names or whereabouts with anyone who might harm them* *distrusts San because he's so close to her brother* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| *smiles some* I have no desire to work here. But that doesn't matter, huh? *is pretty much forced to work for her brother, but is always compensated well for her work* I work with explosives, and pretty much anything else that requires work something out of a run-of-the-mill toolbox. *which includes picking locks* I have a knack for that stuff, I guess. Sometimes I'm called on to sit around and look all pretty and familial, too. *refrains from rolling her eyes* | |
| Anything else? | |
| Like I said, I live in Manhattan, so I'm not over here a whole lot. *shrugs* Good for me, huh? *smiles* | |
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