HIGGINS, anthony "racetrack"

[racetrack higgins]

Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins !

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Kayla
is joining us from
Alabama.
this 20 year old
is going to celebrate his/her next birthday on January 22, 1991.
she/he's usually very random,friendly, and sarcastic
and is really quite good at uhh...poker?.
their problem is with breaking through my social anxieties . tsk tsk. welcome to look at that angel, hun.

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full name: Anthony Higgins
celeb face:: Max Casella
member group:: Manhattan
age:: 16
secret:: he loves gambling, betting on the horses, but he's actually terrible at it unless he cheats.
likes:: Poker, Gambling, Horse Races, Cigars, Craps.
dislikes:: annoyances, stupidity, small-minded people, scabs, and negativity


personality:

Racetrack is quick-witted and street smart.He has the ability to both stack cards and count them. Card Games and Gambling really show how intelligent he is, despite his often times bad luck at the horse races at Sheepshead. He is friendly and will speak his mind regardless of if you wanna hear it. Short-tempered and free-willed, Race is often not one to take orders unless he see's the person giving them's side. He is one of the older newsies but often times is seen getting into fights with the younger ones rather than giving advice, unless it's about the odds in a poker match or something else of that sort. Race's temper can get him in trouble, Blink often having to calm him down over something as little as someone stealing his cigars. His sense of humor is often sarcastic, and can sometimes be hurtful giving off the air that he's a jerk, he doesn't mean to be it's just how he is. Master Higgins also is flirtatious, he'll hit on women left and right, but often because of his short stature (and inability to not sound perverted) he get's turned down.




history:

Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins was born in the Italian district of New York, oddly, his father was Irish, after his birth his father was killed for knocking up one of the Italian women of the e neighborhood. Race was raised by a strict Italian Uncle along with his older brother Lorenzo (twelve years Race's senior and half brother). He soon found out at a young age that his mother's family wasn't exactly perfect, several of them were in the Italian crime family, and when the terrible hit on his mother came out, Race's brother tried to stop them. However they eventually got to her, "making her disappear" before young Anthony was even three, he doesn't remember much of his mother. They handed the now black sheep of the family, Race over to his uncle for safe keeping, despite the young boys blatant cries not to go back to him. By the age of five Anthony was both fluent in English and in Italian, using the latter more for swearing, since that was all his uncle did.
By the age of eight, Race's uncle had been forced out of the Italian mob, this made him worse and Anthony spent more time sleeping on the stoop than in his own room to avoid his uncle's temper. One night when his uncle was really in a rage, Anthony left, taking a change of clothes, and a deck of cards his older brother had given him before he disappeared. Anthony ended up getting lost, camping out with a hobo for a couple of days who taught him poker, surprised at the young boy's natural talent he leant him the secrets to stacking decks, reading someone's features for their tell, and how to slip aces up your sleeve without other's noticing. He left the man a couple of day's later, getting turned around and ending up at Sheepshead. He became enamoured of the horse races, begging money off of a guy just to bet on the ponies. People around there started calling him Racetrack, and the nickname stuck. He would spend a couple of nights underneath the stands before heading out to the Newsboy Lodging House in Manhattan.
Armed with these new talents, and a day spent at Sheepshead that furthered the young Higgin's love of gambling ,he made his way to the Manhattan Lodging House,rather than using his real name in case his uncle found him, he wrote down Racetrack in Kloppman's book. One of the only people who know his real name besides Jack Kelly is Blink, but neither of them would ever tell anyone.


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hello! my name is Fugazi! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about Eight years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are none so far!. my time zone is Central Standard. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
Race paced the alleyway outside of Sheepshead, he'd finished selling his papers hours ago and some of the guys had agreed to meet him and find something to do after selling. He hadn't had a very good haul on his horse, it only got second, he'd been exstatic until he'd seen the money he got from it. It didn't even match what he had made on papes....(about a paragraph, or half, it usually depends on what I'm responding to.)

roleplay sample, with graphics if you use them:
Race peered over the top of his cards, a half smoked cigar clenched between his teeth, he grinded down on it, debating on what move to make next. It was night at the lodging house, and him, Cowboy, Skittery, Blink, and Mush had stared up a poker game, more like Race had tricked them into it in an attempt to win all of their days earnings. He pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing smoke up to the ceiling then shoved all of his money in, "all in.." he smirked softly to himself, hearing Blink moan and Jack mutter something about cheating.

"Show 'em ya bums." everyone laid their cards out and Race celebrated quietly before laying his down, "Full house," he laughed as another joined moan erupted from the others, he pulled all of the money in and started shoving the money into his pockets, "Wondahful ta play with ya boys, gotta do it again..tell da rest of ya money I's wai-.." several cards slid out of Race's sleeves, he grimaced. The other guys erupted into shouts of objection, slamming their palms against the table, then Blink threatened to soak him if he didn't give them all back their money, "Hey! Consider it an' appriciation of ya card playing! I wouldn't hafta cheat if you'se wasn't so good at pokah!" he shouted back as an excuse,then sighed, he was good some nights, and you'd think all the Newsies would learn that almost half the time he cheated in cards, but they all still played, having a poker night after Kloppman went to bed and the younger one's had went to sleep.

"Man Race, can't ya ever play straight?!" Jack complained, Master Higgins just grinned, taking another puff on his cigar, "Me? Hah..you'd die 'a shock if I did..."

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(OOC: I hope I did all that right if I didn't correct me...I tried to follow everything on the application and fit all I could about my dear little Italian. The only thing I'm unsure of is that top portion, I didn't know if it was about me or Race. So I went with me, if it needs changing let me know. I'm always a bit anxious when I type out applications )