Liberty Andriola

liberty_andriola@hotmail.com

Full Name: Angelina "Liberty" Andriola, at yah service.

Age: Seventeen

Appearance: Well...me hair was down tah me waist, but after a few close calls durin' me runnin, I t'ough it best to hack it short. *gestures to her two inch long hair, cut close to her head in a boy-ish style*. I's about 5'4", 5'5" I'se told. Nev'ah bothered tah check. Me eyes are liquid blue; Dove tells me they's "bright as the full moon at midnight". *blushes slightly* He don't know wat ‘es talkin bout.

Background: I's born on Ellis Island, when me parents were comin t'rough immigration customs. The foyst sight I ev'ah saw was me mudd'as face. Nice, normal. The second sight I ev'ah saw was da Statue ‘a Liberty, which accounts fah me nickname. Mama and Papa died when I'se nine in an apartment fire. Nicky, me older brudd'a moved me an my sist'a, Lucy, all over the city lookin fah woyk. There ain't an alleyway or a street corner in all ‘a New York dat I ain't seen at least twice. Finally, when I'se twelve, Nicky got a steady job at a factory and I became a newsie. We settled in Brooklyn, an dere I's stayed fah the next four yea'ah. *smiles* I met Dove Parker; he's me best friend. And I met....*looks away*....nev'ah mind, it ain't important. So some t'ings happened, an' I took off tah Harlem. An heah I am.

Relationships: Me older brudd'a, Nickolas (age 19) an' me young'a sist'a, Lucille (age 10). Me two best friends in da whole wide woyld is Dove Parker from Brooklyn an' Storm DeSario from tha Bronx.

Other notes: I'se a runner. *grins* It's me passion; I love tah run. An I hate daylight, I tell yah dat? Well I do. Night's much more me style. I'se got a problem wit pickin pockets and not knowin when tah stop. If I was as good as Fingers, it wouldn't be a problem, but I'se not *grins* an' I tend tah get caught a lot. I almost smoke almost non-stop. Dove tells me ‘dat one of these days I'se gonna keel ov'ah dead from a heart attack when I'se runnin, but all I'se got's tah say tah that is "I ain't dead yet."

Full Name:	Angelina "Liberty" Andriola, at yah service.
Age:	Seventeen
Appearance:	Well...me hair was down tah me waist, but after a few close calls durin' me runnin, I t'ough it best to hack it short. gestures to her two inch long hair, cut close to her head in a boy-ish style. I's about 5'4", 5'5" I'se told. Nev'ah bothered tah check. Me eyes are liquid blue; Dove tells me they's "bright as the full moon at midnight". blushes slightly He don't know wat ‘es talkin bout.
Background:	I's born on Ellis Island, when me parents were comin t'rough immigration customs. The foyst sight I ev'ah saw was me mudd'as face. Nice, normal. The second sight I ev'ah saw was da Statue ‘a Liberty, which accounts fah me nickname. Mama and Papa died when I'se nine in an apartment fire. Nicky, me older brudd'a moved me an my sist'a, Lucy, all over the city lookin fah woyk. There ain't an alleyway or a street corner in all ‘a New York dat I ain't seen at least twice. Finally, when I'se twelve, Nicky got a steady job at a factory and I became a newsie. We settled in Brooklyn, an dere I's stayed fah the next four yea'ah. smiles I met Dove Parker; he's me best friend. And I met....looks away....nev'ah mind, it ain't important. So some t'ings happened, an' I took off tah Harlem. An heah I am.
Relationships:	Me older brudd'a, Nickolas (age 19) an' me young'a sist'a, Lucille (age 10). Me two best friends in da whole wide woyld is Dove Parker from Brooklyn an' Storm DeSario from tha Bronx.
Other notes:	I'se a runner. grins It's me passion; I love tah run. An I hate daylight, I tell yah dat? Well I do. Night's much more me style. I'se got a problem wit pickin pockets and not knowin when tah stop. If I was as good as Fingers, it wouldn't be a problem, but I'se not grins an' I tend tah get caught a lot. I almost smoke almost non-stop. Dove tells me ‘dat one of these days I'se gonna keel ov'ah dead from a heart attack when I'se runnin, but all I'se got's tah say tah that is "I ain't dead yet."