Tabby Hunt

Just a second, please . . . *quickly scratches down a drink order, then looks up, her rosy lips spreading into an amiable smile* Sorry, someday I�ll be able to do that in my head . . . I�m rather new at this-- *slight hand gesture to the tables she�s been waiting*Anyways, my name�s Tabby.

Right, yer real name?

*rolls her eyes slightly* Tabitha . . . Isn�t that an awful thing to do to a child? Tabitha Hunt. *frowns momentarily in thought and then shrugs. While this is her real name, her brother, Nicodemus, does not share the last name-- well, technically he does, but uses an alias for reasons Tabby has yet to pry out of him.*

Shoa . . . age?

Seventeen *smiles faintly*

Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks*

*Blushes at the smirk, but laughs quietly* Oh now, you don�t have to tease me. I know I�m little . . . *is, in fact a very petite girl, barely reaching a height of 5�1. She has a small frame with a delicate figure. Tabby has long, black hair with loose curls that she constantly is trying to keep pinned up* *Light gray eyes, with a rather pale complexion, though she easily blushes* *She�s most noticeably her brother�s sister-- the two look very much a like, with the obvious exception of gender and quite a height difference*

What's yer story?

*chews lightly on her lower lip* Not much of one really. My brother and I were born in London... but my father took us all to New York for his business when Nick was seven; I was just three so this country is all I remember, for the most part. *frowns a little* A few years later my parents passed away, and I went to live with an aunt in Syracuse, and then two years ago she passed too... My brother came and got me and I�ve been living with him since. *Tabby is very close to her brother, though she knows little about his life aside from what he shows her. She�d do whatever he told her without questioning it. She came to work at the Nickel when Nicodemus decided that he wanted to keep a closer eye on her-- though she often seems a bit too innocent to be working in a gambling hall*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*blinks* What? *yeah, really is a bit naive* Oh. *waves her hand* I have no reason to talk to thepolice.

Single tanight, or datin'?

*Automatically blushes* Single... though I-- *cuts herself off* Nevermind. *quickly* I�m working, anyways, why would I be on a date? *has had very few admirers who are persistent enough to put up with Nicodemus*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*shrugs* I don�t carry a weapon... *wouldn�t really know what to do with it* Besides, my brother takescare of me.

What's yer game?

*laughs lightly* I wait tables... *smiles* I think I told you that already. *has a particular fondness for animals, and never goes downstairs when the fights are in session. Thinks they�re really very awful*

Anythin' else we should know?

*smiles and shakes her head* No... I don�t think so.