Nicodemus Nonesuch

*a dark looking gentleman looks up with a rather impassible stare* *frowns lightly and answers the question in a precise cold voice* Nicodemus. *pauses* Nicodemus Nonesuch.

Right, yer real name?

*leans back in his chair with a mocking hint to his tone* That’s my God given name, I swear it. *While Nicodemus is in truth his first name, Nonesuch is most obviously false, not a fact that he’s hiding, though he doesn’t make a habit out of spreading his full name around . . . strangely enough it’s quite easy to obtain his real last name as his sister, Tabitha waits tables* *he is also very particular about being called Nick . . . lets his sister get away with it, but would never introduce himself as such*

Shoa . . . age?

*shrugs causally* Twenty-one. *acts more mature then his age, but somehow looks younger then it*

Appearance? Or do I jus' put down 'ugly as sin' an' save ya da trouble?

*slight smirk* Yer breakin’ my heart Daley. *is fairly tall, about 5’11; thin, without being gangly, which also gives the misconception that he isn’t very strong. He has very quick reflexes, his deportment is such that he seems faintly amused by the rest of the human race, and he often can come across as arrogant or cocky* *has straight black hair, a little long for men’s style, but always very even and neat.* *Grey, quick eyes, very similar to his sisters, and the same pale complexion* *he knows himself to be attractive, but after recognizing it never gave it much of a second thought*

What's yer story?

*scowls faintly* My sister’s loud-- she can tell you anything you want to know about our past. *Actually, she can’t, which is why he recommended asking her* *Nicodemus is a rather elusive person, which is exactly the way he likes it. Never plans on getting close enough to others to tell them much about his personal life*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*snorts* *doesn’t associate with the bulls--he’s never led a particularly law abiding life* *is an extremely talented pickpocket, though that’s not the extent of his not-so-legal skills, also makes a habit of not practicing this talent inside the Silver Nickel*

Single tanight, or datin'?

*raises an eyebrow* Do you see anyone sitting next to me? *sounds genuinely curious*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*amused little smirk* I’m afraid I’m unarmed. *has a well concealed knife in his boot top, and isn’t planning on giving it up*

What's yer game?

*shrugs causally* I’m a bookie . . . *pauses* Not that I’d ever bet on the races myself *smirks* I’m not that stupid . . . or lucky.

Anythin' else we should know?

*is very, very protective of his sister, which anyone will find out if they so much as touch her. Well . . . okay, maybe not that protective, but can quickly get very scary if someone’s being indecent with her or putting her in any danger*