| Full Name: | *grins* Eli Rosenthal, at yer service. |
| Age: | I'm 17, 18 come July. |
| Appearance: | *laughs* Oh yeah, 'cause, y'know, I's just a regular ol' Adonis. *isn't* I'm tall and skinny like some demented beanpole... Breathless says I got bad posture... *tilts his chin up and straightens his back* Not that I can't do anything 'bout that. *grins and pulls his hat off his head, pointing at his hair* Brown and thick and a bit too long. I should get a haircut. *points to his eyes* Brown too. And me skin is an olive tone. *shrugs* It comes with the territory. *and by territory he means his obvious Jewish background* |
| Background: | Well... *ponders the question, then shrugs* Not much ta tell. I wound up in New York aftah about t'ree years hopping boxcars 'cross the country... hence the name. *holds up his cap* An' the hat... and the overalls. I lived in Chicago before I got here, but you name a town and I've prolly been there. |
| Relationships: | *nods* Sure, I got those. Don't everybody? I used t' be real good pals wit' Mess and Muse and all the boys... *shrug* And the girls. Me an' Breathy are still tight as... well, peas in a peapod. *grins at the ridiculous cliche* And then my family...well... they're jist kinda gone. |
| Other notes: | *shrugs* Hang around me and you get to know me... Or you just run away. *a grin and a tip of the old conductor hat later, he wanders back into the bunkroom* |
