Fib Wilcox

Full Name: *cheerfully* James "Fib" Wilcox, an' from now on ya's been warned. *winks*

Age: I toin nineteen July thoid. *wry smile* I look young fer me age. *so sincerely that, despite his warning, you can't help believing him - almost* *is, in fact, a year older than he claims*

Appearance: *grins* Brown eyes - got dose from me mudda. Real dark brown hair - got dat from me mudda too - she's Mexican - met me pa durin' da Gold Rush out west - he wasn't lookin' fer gold. Southern soldier - fought one battle an' den got outta da war as fast as he could. *with the assurance that comes of knowing you probably won't realize how mixed up his dates are - his description is accurate, but his explanation is - doubtful* Kinda dark-skinned in general. Baby-face. Five an' a half feet, woe is me! *grins*

Background: Me mudda died when I was pretty young, an' Pa brought me back ta New York. He didn't last too long witout 'er, so I pretty much raised meself - wanderin' around. *grins and shrugs* Dis is wheah I am now. *almost none of which is true. Both his parents are still living in the Bronx, although he hasn't seen them for several years, having run away when he was ten. Fib spent a few years as second in command of a small gang called the Claston Point Boys which operates in Hunts Point, Clason Pointand Castle Hill. He left for health reasons - having been told that if he didn't walk out of the Bronx within twenty-four hours he wouldn't be able to walk anywhere.*

Relationships: *opens his mouth and then looks away* Dere's a goil . . . *shakes his head quickly* Nothin'. *is an incurable liar, but is somewhat attracted to Jace - though wild horses wouldn't drag it out of him* *his closest friends - and most devoted enemies - remain in the Bronx and he hasn't spoken to any of them in several months*

Other notes: Never mix romance an' business.

Full Name:	cheerfully James "Fib" Wilcox, an' from now on ya's been warned. winks
Age:	I toin nineteen July thoid. wry smile I look young fer me age. so sincerely that, despite his warning, you can't help believing him - almost is, in fact, a year older* than he claims*
Appearance:	grins Brown eyes - got dose from me mudda. Real dark brown hair - got dat from me mudda too - she's Mexican - met me pa durin' da Gold Rush out west - he wasn't lookin' fer gold. Southern soldier - fought one battle an' den got outta da war as fast as he could. with the assurance that comes of knowing you probably won't realize how mixed up his dates are - his description is accurate, but his explanation is - doubtful Kinda dark-skinned in general. Baby-face. Five an' a half feet, woe is me! grins
Background:	Me mudda died when I was pretty young, an' Pa brought me back ta New York. He didn't last too long witout 'er, so I pretty much raised meself - wanderin' around. grins and shrugs Dis is wheah I am now. almost none of which is true. Both his parents are still living in the Bronx, although he hasn't seen them for several years, having run away when he was ten. Fib spent a few years as second in command of a small gang called the Claston Point Boys which operates in Hunts Point, Clason Pointand Castle Hill. He left for health reasons - having been told that if he didn't walk out of the Bronx within twenty-four hours he wouldn't be able to walk anywhere.
Relationships:	opens his mouth and then looks away Dere's a goil . . . shakes his head quickly Nothin'. is an incurable liar, but is somewhat attracted to Jace - though wild horses wouldn't drag it out of him his closest friends - and most devoted enemies - remain in the Bronx and he hasn't spoken to any of them in several months
Other notes:	Never mix romance an' business.