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Gypsy Blue
Blue. Isleta Blue. *shrugs at your statement* It's weird, I know. My last name I made up myself, but I swear I was born Isleta...
Most of 'em call me Gypsy
*sarcastic sigh* Well, it might have something to do with the fac that I've wandered all over the country most of my short life... like a gypsy, y'know?
I think I'm about sixteen, seventeen. *averts eyes* As for my birthday, who knows.
I'm sorry, I had no idea you were blind. *snort* I'm kinda short... ish... and *yells in Cats' general direction* there's NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT! *coughs* Dark brown eyes, darker brown, very long, usually braided hair, olive-y skin... that and the fact that yo hablo espaņol make me suspect I'm at least part Spanish. I'd say that I'm stunningly beautiful... or at least I would if it were true. *rueful smile* As for clothes, I pretty much live in what I've got on now-- blue shirt, black pants, gray vest, gray boots, and oh yeah-- *pats her head, around which is knotted a colorful piece of fabric* the Handkerchief-Scarf-Bandana. It's my trademark.
I've been described as sarcastic, cynical, mysterious, creative, unladylike, stupid, disrespectful and my personal favorite, useless. *grins proudly* I think the last four were just jealous.
Short answer? Nowhere and nothing. Honestly, I've been wandering around selling junk for most of my life.
Not unless you count Riley... he kinda followed me here after the gang threatened to beat him up before I could "rescue" him again. *snort*
*glares* No one. *crosses arms and averts gaze* Especially not Riley, thank you.
Same as always... sleep, eat, draw and sell papes, repeat.
*obligingly empties the debris out of her pants and vest pockets* I've got... some chalk, scraps of paper, my sling, a smooth pebble, a button, my knife, and two cents. *looks up*
Nothing important.
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