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[b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Yoska Petulengro
[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 20
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male

[b][u]Height; Weight:[/u][/b] 5'10", 138 pounds

[b][u]Years in Blackwing:[/u][/b] Been there for a few weeks now

[u][b]Apartment Number:[/b][/u] 1c

[u][b]Room Description:[/b][/u] Very nondescript. He doesn't own a lot, so there's not much to clutter the place up with.

[u][b]Odd Trait:[/b][/u] Prefers animals over people

[u][b]Physical Descriptions:[/b][/u] When Yoska first showed up on Jin's doorstep, shabby wasn't nearly enough of a word to describe him. It was a cold and rainy day, and there on the stoop huddled a too-skinny, dirty, pale and sickly waif. He was very akin to a stray cat. Needless to say, he's come a long way. Yoska cleaned up well and, with proper nutrition, gained the weight that he needed. He stands at 5'10", 138 pounds, has a lanky build, has curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive skin. Yoska is of Romani/European descent. Essentially, he's a mutt.

[u][b]Other:[/b][/u] He does odd jobs around the complex to earn money and board. Needless to say, he has no other income.

His native language is Romanian, and he speaks bits and pieces of other European languages. When he talks, he talks with an accent that is sort of hard to place. Having traveled all across Europe while he was growing, he picked up speaking habits from all over the place. 
One thing Yoska failed to learn in his travels was how to read. While traveling with his dirt poor family, it never seemed important. And once he lived on the streets, it seemed impossible. Now that learning is completely within his reach, he's too embarrassed about it to ask for help. 
He seems to like animals more than he does people. Dogs, cats, birds, horses, you name it. He has a habit of feeding strays, even if he can't afford to feed [i]himself[/i] half the time.

He's more easily intimidated by men.

[u][b]Background Info:[/b][/u] 

Yoska was born to a Romani family that traveled around Europe. They were a very traditional bunch, using horses and wagons (along with cars) to travel from place to place. 

When Yoska was 10, his family crossed the border into Romania, where they were arrested and deported due to lack of passports and papers. Yoska, however, was left behind. Separated from his family, Yoska barely got by. He became thin, sick, and was in constant fear of being hurt or robbed. The Romanian people didn't have a very kind view of gypsies. 

When he was 15, Yoska was found and taken in by a farmer and his wife, who put him to work to earn food and a place to live. He never earned actual money. Yoska did everything from make home repairs to work in the fields, all the while favoring the barn animals over farmhands. Although his life had improved from begging for money on the street, Yoska still lived in fear. The farmhands weren't too kind to him, often making him do the work that they were supposed to do, calling him a 'filthy, lazy gypsy' all the while. If he ever tried to defend himself, he would be beaten or scared into submission.

At the age of 20, after suffering a concussion at the hands of his fellow workers, Yoska decided that it wasn't worth it to live on the farm anymore. He ran away, as far as his tired legs and bare feet could carry him, until he found himself at the docks of a small town. He used a handful of money that he'd taken from the farm before his departure to pay his way onto a cargo ship that was heading to the United States. It should be mentioned that this was completely illegal, but it was no skin off the dockworkers nose to let the kid ride and, hey, free money. 

When Yoska arrived at the New York City docks, he found himself surrounded by massive sky scrapers, bustling streets, and more cars than he could count. It was overwhelming. Yoska wondered many times if he'd made a mistake. He was unable to find work due to his poor social skills, illegal citizenship, illiteracy, goofy accent, filthy appearance, and a whole slew of other reasons. He barely got by from begging on the streets and eating out of trash bins. When he hunkered down under one of the awnings at the apartment one night, he had no expectations of being offered a place to stay. 

Since then, he's been doing his best to earn his keep. He's also begun bringing in stray dogs and cats off the street. Not really able to interact normally with humans, Yoska is happy to replace them with animals.

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[b][u]Jin:[/u][/b] ♦ "He gave me a home here."

[u][b]Lilly Vereen:[/b][/u] ○ "I don't really talk to her."

[u][b]Daniel Wordsworth:[/b][/u] ○ "He seems okay. Have never said anything to him."

[u][b]Tanner Sykes:[/b][/u] ○ "I don't really see her very often."

[u][b]Huo Vesta:[/b][/u] ○ "Every time I see her, she seems like a different person."

[u][b]Francis Thorton:[/b][/u] ○ "He's kind of tall..."

[u][b]William Thorton:[/b][/u] ○ "I don't really like him very much, but I've never really met him, either."

[b][u]Elaine Pender:[/u][/b] ○ "She probably wouldn't like me..."

[u][b]Amanda Källström:[/b][/u] ○ "Her hair reminds me of a skunk."

[u][b]Aramaki Kei:[/b][/u] ○ "I don't think I've ever seen her before."

[u][b]Anthony Ward:[/b][/u] ○ "He's very big."

[u][b]Vale H. Exen:[/b][/u] ○ "I'm sure he's very nice, but I don't really want to talk to him."
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