Gina White

*with a flip of her light blonde hair over her shoulder* Gina White.

Right . . . real name?

*raises a pale eyebrow* What is this, an interrogation? If I say that’s my name, that’s my name. *smiles to take the edge off her comment, and it really is (almost) her real name*

Shoa . . . age?

Twenty, thank you very much. *winks*

Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks*

*gives you a once over and smirks* *raises both eyebrows* I know you’ve got eyes, they’ve been all over me twice now. *is medium height and slim, with long white-blonde hair she leaves loose* *has pale blue eyes and very fair skin, making her last name seem very accurate*

What's yer story?

*looks at you like you’re crazy* Wouldn’t you like to know? *ran away from home at sixteen because she was bored, and has spent the last four years in gambling establishments and bars, waitressing and dealing cards* *has had her share of shady dealings, but very few of them still follow her around*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*shrugs* Don’t see why I’d need to tell them anything. *puts on a highly exaggerated and comical innocent look, then winks*

Single tanight, or datin'?

*looks around at the males in the room* Hmm. You’ll have to ask them. *grins*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

I don’t carry any. *sees the look on your face and sighs after a moment, removing a slim switchblade from her corset and setting it down* If I get myself killed, I’ll hold you accountable. *despite her statement, smiles*

What's yer game?

Faro. Always keep ‘em guessing…a good motto in the game and out.

Anythin' else we should know?

*shrugs* Not at the moment. Come visit my table, secrets always seem to work their way out there. *winks and goes to take her place at her table*