*A rather stunning young man stands before you, a black ebony cane gripped in his left hand, on closer inspection you notice that, that leg turns at an odd angle* Tobias Houghton . . .*grins, extending his hand out*
Right, yer real name?
*Blinks, slowly brings his hand back* That is my real name . . . *frowns*
Shoa . . . age?
*Bristles a bit, smoothing down his expensive looking jacket* 24 Mate . . . *is 19*
Appearance? Or do I jus' put down 'ugly as sin' an' save ya da trouble?
*Laughs* You're kidding right? *eyes you . . . is for lack of a better term gorgeous. Has a tanned complexion, with ink black hair that he keeps neatly trimmed, green eyes, and an amazing smile. He's surprisingly muscular for someone who is considered cripple, and can surprisingly hold his own in most fights. Although he's obviously good looking, Tobias doesn't believe himself to be so. All he can focus on is his disfigured leg and there for often thinks he is hideous.*
What's yer story?
*Shrugs, rolling the golden tip of his cane around in the palm of his hand* Not much to tell . . . was in an orphanage until I was 12 . . . then moved from one gang to the next . . . *little grin* `til I crawled out of that scene . . . *Is a very talented pickpocket, and stole enough to live comfortably*
Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?
*Laughs again, a carefree sound that would make almost anyone smile* yeah . . . that's what I tell them. *rolls his eyes playfully*
Single tanight, or datin'?
*Shifts a little, obviously favoring his good leg; letting his constant pain flash across his face for the first time since the questions began* Uh . . . no, not dating anyone *grins, chasing away all traces of pain* Too many dolls to choose from.
Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.
*Shrugs* Don't need `em . . . *has been known to use his cane as a bat, and also carries a well concealed knife strapped to the boot of his good leg*
What's yer game?
Life Mate *laughs* I like `em all *is partial to poker*
Anythin' else we should know?
*Shrugs* I tend bar here . . . so if a pretty lady needs a drink *smirks* send her my way . . .