Americus Skynard
| Ya got a name? | *A very tough, rugged looking girl looks up at you, with a punk-sort of accent.* Yeah, don' we all? | |
| Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name? | *She sighs and gives you a murderous look.* Americus. Americus Skynard. | |
| What about a nickname? | *She stares at you, with a sort of 'don't mess with me' look in her eyes.* A few people call me Cussy. Only dos who are woithy of that can though. | |
| How'd ya get it? | *Rolls her eyes.* Must ya know? *Cussy's first words when she was little were something... well... un-repeatable.* | |
| How old are ya? | *Cracks a slight smile.* I'm 16. *Goes back to her usual look.* | |
| Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question. | I dun like that tone ya got there. Betta get rid of it, if ya know whats good for ya. *Americus has long, straght brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a VERY strong build.* | |
| I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like? | *Raises her eyebrows and stares at you. Then begins.* Whaddaya think? I'm tough. I don' take no crap from ANYONE. You mess wid me, I take you out-- literally. | |
| Ya know your history? | A' course i do. *Americus was born to an existing family of 3, her mother, father, and older sister Britain. Her parents left them when she was 5, and she was put under her sisters care. They lived in Queens 'till she was 10, when her sister ran off and got married, leaving her to fend alone. She lived in the Queens Lodging House 'till she was 12, when she moved to the Bronx, then to Brooklyn, and now here in GV. | |
| M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives? | *Thinks for a moment.* I gots friends all over New York. Some in Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn... me best pal a guy named Dame, ova in Queens, he's like a brotha to me... as for fam'ly, i gots me second cousins, Maguia an Lawrence Boreana. Then... me sista and parents are out there somewhere, but I really don' consider them much of a family. | |
| You got a special someone? | *Gives you a 'why would you care?' sort of look.* Uh huh. Caiden Manigh, over in Brooklyn. Hes me boy. | |
| Anything else you wanna let us know? | *Doesnt need time to think.* Yeah. Dont mess wid me, cause i aint scared of nothing or no one. *Gives you one last look, then gets up and turns away, swishing her hair in your face.* |