"Name?" "The name's Ulysses Martin Chambers, but most call me Padlock."
"Gender?" "Ain't it obvious? I'm a guy."
"Age?" "I'm twenty-four years old."
"Race?" "Obviously human."
"Summary of your past?" "Rogue. Scoundrel. Bad guy... These are all words you could use to describe me, and all of them are true. All my life, I've devoted it to stealing from, lying to and cheating people to get by in life. Only one person, my companion Osguh here, knows much about me. All you need to know is that I'm going to the Continent to..." Padlock paused for a second, before saying: "Look, it doesn't matter. I just need to get off the mainland for a while."
"Almost done here, your luggage?" "Uh, let's see... I've got my gun," Padlock paused to pull out a very large revolver with a leather grip and a heavy duty barrel. "I call it the Howlin' Hand Cannon, official name is Colt Model 2451 Z-AEN. I've got my clothes," he gestured to his black vest, tan undershirt, blue jeans (with a loose belt, which itself is adorned with a holster) and black boots. "and myself."
"Great sir. Last but not least, your passport photo." "Ah, how could I forget?" With that, Padlock looked at the camera intently before the person taking his information for a passport took the photo and stamped a small print of his face on the passport:

"Here you are sir, enjoy your trip to the Continent."