Derek McKaines
| Ya got a name? | * The quiet boy looks up at you and nods, but says nothing else. * | |
| Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name? | * He nods and pulls out a pad of paper and pencil. On it he writes ' My name is Derek McKaines'.* *He looks up at you and smiles* | |
| What about a nickname? | *he nods and goes back to his pad of paper. On the paper, you see him write 'It's Silent. I'm mute...but I guess you already figured that one out.' He looks up at you, smiles, and shrugs* | |
| How'd ya get it? | *He sighs, but smiles and points back to the pad of paper, where he had written the answer to the last question. He then adds to it. 'My mother used to call me that, because when I was a baby, I was always so silent... it stuck.' * | |
| How old are ya? | * He held up all ten of his fingers, then another seven, to signify that he was seventeen* | |
| Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question. | *He rolls his eyes, but smiles good-naturedly. He starts to write. 'I am 5'11, with black hair and light brown eyes.'* *he pauses to think, then starts to write again**'I have an average build, though I am somewhat muscular. I don't know. Take a look at me.' * *He looks at you and shrugs* | |
| I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like? | * He grins and nods. He writes, ' I'm, um, quiet. ' He looks up at you and silently laughs, then continues to write. ' I like to think that I have a heart of gold... I don't hate anybody. My mother taught me to be compassionate, and to help out where I'm needed. I'm not one for confrontation, but I will speak, er, stand up for myself if need be. And for anybody else, too. I'm not sure what else to say.. but you'll learn more as you get to know me.' He smiled broadly, revealing his dimples on his cheeks* | |
| Ya know your history? | * He nods sadly and begins to write. 'I was born mute. When my father realized this, he thought I was a freak, and he ran off, leaving me with my mother and my sister Anna, who is a year older than me. My mother always treated us very well. We were an upper-middle class family in Greenwich Village. I only lived a few blocks from here, actually. My mother raised us for 15 years. Then, one day, there was a huge block fire, and my mother perished in it..' A tear falls from his eye and rolls down his cheek. He quickly wipes it away. ' Social Services came and split Anna and I up. We were sent to different orphanages across the city. Somehow I managed to escape. I tried to find Anna, but I haven't yet. Now, I'm here. If you see Anna.. let me know.' he put his pencil down for a moment and looks up at you, hope in his eyes* | |
| M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives? | * He sighs. He picks his pencil back up and starts to write. 'I've found my sister Anna. She's the only family I've got... As for friends, to be honest, it's hard for me to make them. I have a few here and there, and I have Amy.. she's amazing.' He grins* | |
| You got a special someone? | *He grins and blushes. He nods, and makes the gesture for 'Beautiful'. ' Amy Warren... we're engaged to be married..' He stops writing, blushing and grinning immensely* | |
| Anything else you wanna let us know? | *He shakes his head* |