Tabby Hunt

Just a second, please . . . *quickly scratches down a drink order, then looks up, her rosy lips spreading into an amiable smile* Sorry, someday I’ll be able to do that in my head . . . I’m rather new at this-- *slight hand gesture to the tables she’s been waiting*Anyways, my name’s Tabby.

Right, yer real name?

*rolls her eyes slightly* Tabitha . . . Isn’t that an awful thing to do to a child? Tabitha Hunt. *frowns momentarily in thought and then shrugs. While this is her real name, her brother, Nicodemus, does not share the last name-- well, technically he does, but uses an alias for reasons Tabby has yet to pry out of him.*

Shoa . . . age?

Seventeen *smiles faintly*

Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks*

*Blushes at the smirk, but laughs quietly* Oh now, you don’t have to tease me. I know I’m little . . . *is, in fact a very petite girl, barely reaching a height of 5’1. She has a small frame with a delicate figure. Tabby has long, black hair with loose curls that she constantly is trying to keep pinned up* *Light gray eyes, with a rather pale complexion, though she easily blushes* *She’s most noticeably her brother’s sister-- the two look very much a like, with the obvious exception of gender and quite a height difference*

What's yer story?

*chews lightly on her lower lip* Not much of one really. My brother and I were born in London... but my father took us all to New York for his business when Nick was seven; I was just three so this country is all I remember, for the most part. *frowns a little* A few years later my parents passed away, and I went to live with an aunt in Syracuse, and then two years ago she passed too... My brother came and got me and I’ve been living with him since. *Tabby is very close to her brother, though she knows little about his life aside from what he shows her. She’d do whatever he told her without questioning it. She came to work at the Nickel when Nicodemus decided that he wanted to keep a closer eye on her-- though she often seems a bit too innocent to be working in a gambling hall*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*blinks* What? *yeah, really is a bit naive* Oh. *waves her hand* I have no reason to talk to thepolice.

Single tanight, or datin'?

*Automatically blushes* Single... though I-- *cuts herself off* Nevermind. *quickly* I’m working, anyways, why would I be on a date? *has had very few admirers who are persistent enough to put up with Nicodemus*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*shrugs* I don’t carry a weapon... *wouldn’t really know what to do with it* Besides, my brother takescare of me.

What's yer game?

*laughs lightly* I wait tables... *smiles* I think I told you that already. *has a particular fondness for animals, and never goes downstairs when the fights are in session. Thinks they’re really very awful*

Anythin' else we should know?

*smiles and shakes her head* No... I don’t think so.