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by muse 2/8/2015, 6:06 pm
Name: Franklin James Vickery.
Gender: Franklin is a boy. He also happens to like boys.
Mortal Family: Andrea Holmes, a sweet lady, aside from the part where she cheated on her husband and had a child. His assumed-dad, Elijiah Vickery, was also a rather nice guy, when he was around. He has since died. His older half-brother, Brett, works in a bank.
God Parent: Plutus, god of wealth.
Date of Birth: November 23, 1997
Place of Birth: Sheffield, UK
Hometown/Last Residence: Nottingham, UK
Race/ethnicity: He’s 100% English. Always has been.
Accent: He’s got a light English accent, your stereotypical Brit.
Skin Tone: He’s white, but healthily so. He’s a bit tan, even.
Eye Color: Franklin’s eyes are a rather bright grey, such that they almost resemble silver, one of the few things he inherited from his dad.
Hair Shade: His hair is a light brown, two shades darker than the border of blonde. It's like a toffee.
Hair Style: Franklin keeps his hair messy, never really bothering to do much of anything to it. It tends to get kind of sticky-uppy in the front because he sleeps on his stomach.
Height: 6 feet and 3 inches.
Weight: He’s rather alarmingly thin, weighing in at just about 140 lbs. He struggled with anorexia about a year back, and he’s still recovering.
Body Type: Franklin is tall and thin, with legs that seem just a bit too long for his body. He doesn't have a whole lot of fat on him, but there's no muscle either. He's a lot of bones and not much else. He’s scrawny, making him look more like a 12 year old than anything else.
Pets: n/a
Talents: He is a god with a Rubik’s cube, and he plays guitar and ukulele. He was a fast runner and pretty good at football, playing on his town’s team for many years.
Weapon**: Franklin has a normal, standard issue CB camp sword. He’s working on getting someone to help him make a custom one.
Personality: Franklin is nice, sweet, and generally pretty dorky. He's a bit clueless on socialization, but he does actively try to make friends. He tries to compliment everyone that goes by, which people tend to take as a little bit creepy, though he's really just trying to be a nice guy. He'll stick by any friends he makes, though people tend to push him away because he doesn't really have a limit to his talking. He just keeps going on, to the point where it becomes annoying and clingy. He tries to joke around, in class and out of class, but most people miss his jokes because they tend to be about geeky mortal things.
He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes though, and he tends to interrupt people if they're saying something incorrect or generally offensive. He can be bossy at times, and he's definitely a bit of a control freak. If things aren't perfect, or the way he wants them to be he will whine and complain and expect them to be fixed. He doesn't always realize that he's being annoying, and will often talk over people who try to talk before he's absolutely done. He loves to read, taking pretty much any book he can get his hands on, and has tried his hand at writing a couple times, though he's not much good. He has loved science ever since he was a boy, particularly computers and coding. When he arrived at Camp and learned of the no-technology thing, he was devastated.
Flaws: He’s overly talkative, bossy at times, and a complete control freak. He has a slight limp due to a perpetually injured ankle, and his eyesight isn’t all that great. It’d be better if he wore his glasses, but he never does. The poor eyesight is another thing he got from his dad.
Life Before Camp*: Franklin was born on a rather average night on a fairly average date - November 23, 1997 - to a perfectly average set of parents. Everything was normal. Until his step-dad died, and Franklin’s first odd event happened.
His mom had known Plutus was a god, but she didn’t think Franklin was his son. She didn't trust the gods, and blamed them for her husband's death. She became overprotective of the seven year old Franklin, going with him everywhere she could, and always having someone check up on him. He found it embarrassing, and tried to run away more than once, but he never got further than the end of the driveway before one of his mother's spies caught him and sent him back. Andrea soon turned to homeschooling the boys, until Franklin's satyr came. It took a considerable amount of convincing from the neighbourhood satyr to get her to let Franklin go to Camp, and she still sends him letters every other day to make sure he's okay.
When he got to Camp he was immediately lost and confused - he barely knew anything about the world, and only learned there were others like him two days before he left England. He loves it though, and really enjoys watching others learn how to control their powers, and mythology. Even in the demigod world, he's still a huge nerd.
He struggled with a bout of anorexia about a year ago, and he’s still recovering from it. He’s trying to eat, but sometimes he just can’t.
RP Example*: Franklin's first week at this camp place had been a whirlwind of a time. He'd been given sword lessons, taught to ride a pegasus, and been given lessons on using his powers by a 13 year old kid (which was a bit embarrassing for the 17 year old). He hadn't had a lot of free time, but what time he had he spent with his guitar off in the middle of nowhere playing to relax. It hadn't quite hit him yet, what he had gotten himself into, he was still a little numb about it. And just barely adapted to the time.
Franklin found himself walking out to what had become his usual music spot to play, though something was just a bit off about it today. The air didn't smell right. It was like there was someone - or something - else there.
Any notes about your characters:
Just in general - I’m aware that this is like half a detailed sheet so just I don’t want you to see it like one.
Last edited by muse on 2/8/2015, 9:45 pm; edited 2 times in total
