First I'll be needin' yer full name, honey. It's for my confidential records. Lord knows none o' the girls actually uses 'em.

Juliette Sonata Lorelli.

So what do people actually call ya? An' why?

They call me Mischief. You look like a smart broad, I'll let you figure out why.

Age an' birthday? Just estimate if ya ain't sure, hon.

I'm 15 and I was born July 4th.

Now you's gonna give me a physical description. Height, build, hair, eyes, the clothes ya wears--everythin' down to the last freckle, ya hear? *gives you a sober look* If one o' my goils goes missin'...well, it pays to be prepared, I always say.

I got black hair, blue/green eyes, slim, average height of about 5'5 and unfortunately I lack a large chest. That's what corsets are for, right? I only wear those on special occasions. Normally I wear my white blouse with my red skirt and apron at work. If it's a special night or I'm craving lots of attention, I wear my red dress and my corset underneath. It really makes the fellas drool. Anyway, I got a scar on my thigh when I got a little run in with some broad. She took out a knife on me all because her beau was more interested in me than her. I can't help the fact that I'm gorgeous! It's a Lorelli trait, after all! Oh, and if you didn't know...I'm Italian, but born and raised in New York.

I know you'll be sellin' papes, but are ya doin' any odder kinda work? If so, I gotta know about it. *gives you a sharp look* Yes, even that.

I work at my Uncle's candy store called Lorelli's Sweet's. I only sell papers if I'm low on money. About three times a week I sell Blackjack gum. Why, you may ask, don't we sell it at the candy store? My Uncle Frankie doesn't believe that gum will ever amount to anything. I'm proving him wrong.

What's yer personality like, dearie? Sweet, grumpy, shy, outgoin', overly fond o' the boys? *smiles* It's all perfectly fine here in Greenwich Village.

Well, I'm mischievous, but obviously you know that. I'm the definition of flirt. I learned at a very young age that if you want or need something, there's an easy way to get it...men tend to love a sweet face. I enjoy taking advantage of that. I'm not gonna beat around the bush here, but I'm not the nicest of people. I tend to come off as a bitch. I don't really get along with females. If something is bugging me, you will know. I'm very opinionated and tend to speak before I think. Usually when something goes awry, all fingers point to me. Here's the thing, if it's me, I will admit to it. Now, before you go thinking that I'm this horrible wild child, I do have a heart. I'm loyal to my friends. I never break a promise or make a promise I can't keep. I'm a secret keeper. If you tell me a secret, yes, I may give you grief about it, but I won't tell a soul.

Now, most o' the Village is real keen on the arts. Got any special talents I should know about? If ya sing, dance, act, draw, paint, write, or sweep a stage, I guarantee the goils'll find ya some extra work. *winks* You can tell me about any non-artistic talents while you's at it.

Talents? I can't draw, I can't sing...I can act like I care. I mean, I'm not good at anything in the arts except for acting like I'm really interested in a guy. So, I guess I'm talented at getting things for free. I'm good at math and financing because of my job. I can sew and I'm really good at tying corsets. I speak Italian fluently, but I'm not sure if that's a talent. Oh, and I'm a good luck charm for fellas who like to gamble...I look good on a fella's arm too...

Any ghosts hauntin' ya that I should know about? I don't mean the kind that supposedly haunts the attic--I mean the bad things that follow ya from yer past, or the bad habits ya just can't seem to shake.

*Lights cigarette and looks up* If you call drinking, smoking, flirting, cursing, and sometimes poor time management a bad habit...then yes, yes I do.

Who ya know in the area, hon? Friend or foe, I wanna hear about it. An' have ya got any fam'ly left?

I work at my Uncle's candy shop “Lorelli's Sweets.” My mama lives in Manhattan too but we don't talk much. My papa visits, but only when the circus is in town. I got friends in Brooklyn, though. I'd live there if I didn't work here. Ever heard of a Luna and Illusion?

Seein' anyone special, dear? *smiles slyly*

What's it to ya? *extinguishes her cigarette* If you're that interested, I've been seeing Bumlets a lot lately...

Now, last of all, baby, I need ya to tell me why you's here. Where'd ya come from, an' what kinda life did ya have before?

I was born and raised in Manhattan to Gabriel and Maria Lorelli. They met outside my mama's brothel. My mama's a prostitute and my papa's the strongest man in the world in the circus. When my papa laid eyes on her it was love at first sight. However, my mama was only interested in the wad of cash in his pocket. My papa wasn't planning on using her services. Instead, he took her on dates, bought her flowers and soon she was in love with him. They got married and not soon after I was born.

My papa demanded that my mama stop working at the brothel. She agreed that she would stay home with me. My papa left the circus and worked as a cook in some fancy restaurant. When I was four, my papa got a second job to make ends meet and my mama had cabin fever. She was tired of sitting in the house while my papa was out. So one day, she took me and went back to her brothel. I had to wait outside.

For four years, my mom would work at the brothel and I would sit outside, entertaining myself with some of the street vendors and eventually becoming partnered with a newsie named Bruce. He said that my good looks and natural charm that I would be an expert at selling. I didn't have to say much, just look up and smile, maybe giggle. It went well for about two months until I ran into my papa who demanded to know what I was doing.

To make a long story short, papa found out about my mama. He was furious. They fought all the time. Finally they had enough. My papa went back to the circus and left. Before he left, he told me I had to attend school and work for my Uncle (his brother) just so I can stay off the streets. I did go to school until I was eleven. Then I devoted my time to working for my Uncle. My mama continued to work as a prostitute and is at the top of the ladder. She's sought after and has become very well known in New York. My papa writes all the time and I stay with him when the circus is in town, but other than that, I rarely see him. Because I work with my Uncle, you would think I'd live with him in the spare room above the store? My Uncle and I butt heads a lot. We argue a lot (the Lorelli temper). So, to keep things positive in the work place, I opted to live in a lodge.

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Character Song: Whatever Lola Wants from "Damn Yankees"; Wicked Little Girls by Esthero; My Life by Billy Joel