Nate

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Full Name: ::The boy in question is half sprawled on an uncomfortable-looking chair, in a way that only a dexterous young boy can fully appreciate. A slouch hat droops over his eyes, effectively blocking any sunlight that might accidently filter through the windows. At the sound of the question he lifts his hat up to see who's addressing him, and then politely tips it.:: G'day. Name's Nathan Courcel, though mah friends call me Nate. ::He smiles, milking his boyish good looks and charm for all it's worth.::

Age: ::quickly:: Ten. ::pauses:: Ya don't believe me, do ya? Damn, I bet I said it too fast, right? Shit, I gotta remembah tah say it easy, but not quick. ::shakes his head:: I always forget that. ::He repeats the word "ten" with several different nuances, then finally shakes his head in temporary defeat. Finally, he seems to remember you're there and looks up with a sheepish smile.:: I'm really twelve, but I can usually pass fer youngah if they don't ask.

Appearance: Oh Gawd. ::makes a face, looking vaugely disgusted:: I'm "cute." ::And he is, in a sweet, boyish way - which means, being a adolescent male, he passionately dislikes being referred to as it. He has thick golden brown hair, the type that would refuse to stay pinned up were he a girl. Since he isn't, he lets it hang loose, at a length that is just a bit too long to be respectable, half-hidden by a hastily shoved on hat. His eyes are a bright green, wide set and large, giving him an innocent look, which is not all together inaccurate. Though he stands no more than 5'0", his long limbs and loose-jointed movements give the impression that he still has a lot more to grow.::

Background: Used tah live wit mah sistah back in da Bronx, but they came and put me in one of them orphan 'sylums. I didn't like it there, so mah sistah busted me outta there an' dropped me off heah. ::shrugs:: She said she's gonna come pick me back up when she got some money, so we can go out West. ::grins:: I heah there's all sorts of things we could do out West, and when mah sister gets the money, da both of us are gonna go. ::nods in satisfaction:: Meanwhile, she put me heah so I can help make some money fer us, too. I'm helpin', see?

Relationships: Jus' mah sistah Allison. Mah ma an' pa died when I was real little, an' Allison's been takin' care of me since then. ::Remembering that he's a full twelve years old, he draws himself up a bit.:: Not that I need tah be taken care of er nothin'.

Other notes: ::smiles a large, foolish smile:: I could get any one of da boys in trouble 'cept Theo by swearin' - did ya know that? Jus' gotta say they taught me. ::finds this bit of information intriguing, since he learned most of his cursing from his sister when she let it slip:: 'Course, I jus' gotta learn how tah lie bettah. ::sighs despondently::

Full Name:	::The boy in question is half sprawled on an uncomfortable-looking chair, in a way that only a dexterous young boy can fully appreciate. A slouch hat droops over his eyes, effectively blocking any sunlight that might accidently filter through the windows. At the sound of the question he lifts his hat up to see who's addressing him, and then politely tips it.:: G'day. Name's Nathan Courcel, though mah friends call me Nate. ::He smiles, milking his boyish good looks and charm for all it's worth.::
Age:	::quickly:: Ten. ::pauses:: Ya don't believe me, do ya? Damn, I bet I said it too fast, right? Shit, I gotta remembah tah say it easy, but not quick. ::shakes his head:: I always forget that. ::He repeats the word "ten" with several different nuances, then finally shakes his head in temporary defeat. Finally, he seems to remember you're there and looks up with a sheepish smile.:: I'm really twelve, but I can usually pass fer youngah if they don't ask.
Appearance:	Oh Gawd. ::makes a face, looking vaugely disgusted:: I'm "cute." ::And he is, in a sweet, boyish way - which means, being a adolescent male, he passionately dislikes being referred to as it. He has thick golden brown hair, the type that would refuse to stay pinned up were he a girl. Since he isn't, he lets it hang loose, at a length that is just a bit too long to be respectable, half-hidden by a hastily shoved on hat. His eyes are a bright green, wide set and large, giving him an innocent look, which is not all together inaccurate. Though he stands no more than 5'0", his long limbs and loose-jointed movements give the impression that he still has a lot more to grow.::
Background:	Used tah live wit mah sistah back in da Bronx, but they came and put me in one of them orphan 'sylums. I didn't like it there, so mah sistah busted me outta there an' dropped me off heah. ::shrugs:: She said she's gonna come pick me back up when she got some money, so we can go out West. ::grins:: I heah there's all sorts of things we could do out West, and when mah sister gets the money, da both of us are gonna go. ::nods in satisfaction:: Meanwhile, she put me heah so I can help make some money fer us, too. I'm helpin', see?
Relationships:	Jus' mah sistah Allison. Mah ma an' pa died when I was real little, an' Allison's been takin' care of me since then. ::Remembering that he's a full twelve years old, he draws himself up a bit.:: Not that I need tah be taken care of er nothin'.
Other notes:	::smiles a large, foolish smile:: I could get any one of da boys in trouble 'cept Theo by swearin' - did ya know that? Jus' gotta say they taught me. ::finds this bit of information intriguing, since he learned most of his cursing from his sister when she let it slip:: 'Course, I jus' gotta learn how tah lie bettah. ::sighs despondently::