First off, can you tell us your real name?:

*Her golden blond hair sparkles brightly against the flickers of the burning fire in the brick-lined hearth. Hearing you standing over her the woman looks up, her ruby-red lips twisting into a pleasant smile. She places a finger to her lips before you can say a thing further; she beckons you over to a nearby chair.* I'm sorry. *points to an identical chair across the room where Ransom cradles a sleeping Penny in his strong arms* I didn't want you to wake them. Now, what was it that you asked me? *you repeat yourself and she nods* My name is Camilla Cohen.

Do you have a nickname? If so, how'd you get it?:

*shrugs, her eyebrows narrowed in puzzlement* Uh.. that is my name. I don’t really have a nickname.

Do you know your age? Birthday?:

I’m going to be turning 18 on April 11. *smiles, twirling a finger through a small curl next to her ear*

Can you describe your looks?:

*shifts in her place in the wooden chair and looks down to a bright reflection on the wooden floor.* O-okay.. well, my hair is blond and wavy-like because I usually wear it in a bun. It makes it much easier to tame and sorta keeps it all out of my way when I sell. *the black silhouette of her slender features stands out against the roaring scarlet fire... you step closer, but she retains her focus on the floor in the same sideways position* I have sort of greenish eyes. *the golden vines of hair that rest against her brow bones compete with the view of those brilliant chartreuse eyes... the dusty orbs dart nervously to every corner of the room* I’m around five foot five give or take a few inches. Other than that there’s not much more to me. *her naturally vibrant red lips twist into an uneasy smile... they twitch sweetly with anxiousness and her frail fingers continue wringing in her lap. She dresses in a thin, silk nightgown that has been slovenly patched with various pink and red material - rather inappropriate for such a cool February night*

What's your personality like?:

*shrugs and looks down to straiten a crease in her nightgown* Well, I don’t know. I am kind of reserved towards new faces and I seem like the motherly type. *smiles weekly.. she has a kind nature and is very giving. When attributing she gives with her whole heart.*

Got any friends?:

I adore children so I couldn’t help but fall in love with Gracie, Sean's little sister. I regret that she no longer lives here. *sighs* Sean’s not too bad himself. *smiles embarrassedly* The lodgers that I do know are all nice, but there are a few that I have yet to meet.

What about a significant other?:

N-no.. *shrugs* I have the occasional boyfriend, but no one steady at the time being.

Any family?:

M-my mother, Evelyn, died a year ago of cancer and my father is presently living at a military base in England. *sighs* After he served in the Spanish-American War, the United States pretty much decided to keep him. I have an older sister named Anastasia, who lives in Paris and attends a Ladies Art College. *smiles weakly and places her hands in her lap* B-before my mother died and my father went to war, I was living in Paris with my grandmother. Once my mother was diagnosed my grandmother sent me to live here in New York City with my Great Aunt Agatha Cristophe’ so that I wouldn’t be a bother. I am no longer a nuisance to anyone now that I live with the newsies.

What was your past like?:

*smiles, eyes gleaming* It was great, until my Daa left and my Mother died. When I was shipped to New York, I came to live at Agatha’s Dance Studio in Upper Manhattan. *grins brightly* Once she found out that I wouldn’t do as a very good pupil, then she bought me a tutor. My tutor’s name was Edward Anderson; with his help it wasn’t more than a few weeks before I had run away to Brooklyn

Anything else you want to say about yourself?:

*smiles* No, but thank you...