Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? Yup, people call me Thief. *grins more* Wanna know why? 'Course ya do. It's what I used to be. Used to pick pockets wit' the best of 'em. I don't do it no more though. Only thing I steal these days are hearts. *grins to show he's joking* *mostly*

Whaddaya look like? *runs a hand through thick brown hair* Best lookin' chap runnin' around this joint, if I do say so meself. *laughs* I'm jokin'. I'm aw right, I guess. Brown hair, brown eyes, pretty tall, 'bout 6'4, pretty strong, good for throwin' out pa trons who get too rowdy. Riggin says I oughtta work in a bar 'stead of a theatre. Maybe 'e's right. *shrugs* I like it here though. *grins* Can I show ya around?

How old are ya? be 22 next month. *beams as if this a major accomplishment*

What kind o' work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? All of the above? *grins, showing off a cleft in his chin* Well, mostly I'm an usher. I do some stagehand work, like changin' this sign *nods above you*, an' sometimes I even do some actin'. Not that great at it though. * in which case, begs the question as to why he'd work in a theatre in the first place, really* *shrugs and flashes a charming smile*

How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kinda personality ya got? *runs a hand through his hair* Instead, why don't ya let me show you? How about tonight? Over dinner? I know a real nice Italian restaurant just around the corner... *smiles* *how can you say no?*