Dev Clohessy

*a boy wearing an odd combination of a bright red vest with a blue button down shirt, a gray hat and black pants* Dev Clohessy.

Right, yer real name?

*grins* Dev is my real name. It's short for Devil. *it obviously isn't his real name, but that's all he'll give you* Care to find out why? *it actually stands for Devil May Care, but he doesn't mind if people think it stands for something else*

Shoa . . . age?

*shrugs* Nineteen, last time I checked.

Appearance? Or do I jus' write down 'ugly as sin' an' save ya da trouble?

*contemplates on kneeing him, but instead comments innocently* Dis is mah interview, Daley, not yers. *stands 5'11" with gray eyes and messy black hair which he constantly swipes his fingers through* *winks* Don't be jealous, some people are jus' naturally bettah-lookin'. *no matter what he wears, he will always wear that red vest over it, and has become somewhat of a trademark, along with his knife*

What's yer story?

*rolls expressive gray eyes* I woik heah. *used to run scams in his old gang in Hell's Kitchen, which is why he knows how to cheat in most gambling games*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

Nah, the one that I tell the bulls is much more inventive. More along the lines of "Nah, I didn't mean to soak dat guy askin' da stupid questions . . . honest!"

Single tanight, or datin'?

Gotta leave me single fer da ladies, an' all, er else dey'll be stuck wit you. *tips his hat at Daley*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*reaching into left his boot, he pulls out a wicked-looking knife* *twirling it around expertly, he ends up with her hand on the hilt and slams the blade into the table* *is left handed, and though he isn't as good with his right hand, he can still hold his own*

What's yer game?

*his eyes light up* Craps. *though he knows how to cheat, he doesn't because it wouldn't be as fun if he did and tends to win anyway* *likes all the games, but his specialty is craps*

Anythin' else we should know?

Can I have mah knife back now? *feels unprotected without his knife, even though he can fist-fight* *grew up in Hell's Kitchen during the 1890's, so feels the need to be armed* *is a generally nice guy, but has a quick, Irish temper, and with the combination of his temper and his mouth, he tends to gets into fights often*