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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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| *crosses his arms over his heavily muscled chest, looking vaguely, but not entirely, bored* Christopher Lawson. *nods some* It's me real name. Never had no reason ta change it. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| People call me Mug. Most ev'rybody does. *shrugs* Got it when I was a kid. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| *keeps his arms crossed* Nineteen. *coolly* | |
| 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? | |
| *would probably be one of the new guys at the door, but doesn't comment* *shrugs some more* Big. Brown hair an' brown eyes. *is about 6'3 and all hulking muscle, with surprisingly handsome features, closely cropped dark hair and dark eyes* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *doesn't quite scowl* Yeah, I can read an' write. Didn't have much of a' ed'cation, though. *shrugs* On me own at 7. Worked me way up from there. *lived in a Brooklyn orphanage for a while as a child, taking to the streets as soon as he hit his early teens* *spent some time in West Brooklyn, but left a few years back, none too impressed with the leadership of the street kids in the area* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *wonders what the point of all of this is, but keeps his thoughts off his face* I'm pretty cranky most a' the time. *shrugs* *is, but is getting better* *is generally a nice guy with a good set of values, if somewhat rough around the edges* *has a temper, but tries to keep it under control* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *shakes his head* Nah. None. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *a slight smile crosses his face briefly for the first time* Got some friends at the house - *lives at the GravesEnd Boarding House*, but no family. *recently began a relationship with one of the girls who lives at the house, but isn't telling anyone at the club that, mostly as protection for her* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Door bouncer. *'nuff said* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *shakes his head and shrugs* | |
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