Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your character’s name?
Francis. Nope, no last name yet. Yes I named him before pope Francis.
I totally flipped tho when I heard about it. Maybe I CAN see into the future?
2. Is there any reason or story behind its name? If so, what is it?
Nah, son, I just like that name. French names seem to haunt me. NO WAIT FUCK of course! Malcolm in the middle? Francis? The oldest brother? He was always my fave character on that show and I loved how the name sounded. So yeah that was my inspiration.
3. What was their back-story at the time?
He never had 'real' parents. His mother was always on anti-depressants since he's 3, he only knows her in a state in which he doesnt really do anything. She slept most of the time. And his father was rarely home, usually on business trips, who knows what else he did on those 'business trips' though. He was practically raised by his big brother Damien, even if he was only 3 years older, also h
Hooo…. Hooo… Hoooo…
"Da, I would like to know as well." You turned from where you had been helping Finland with working on his Great Grey Owls and looked down the ladder. You blinked in surprise at the sight of the strange man at the bottom of the tree with platinum hair, big purple eyes, a curious aura of death around him, and one of the parent birds on his shoulder, hooting down his ear-hole. You almost slipped down the ladder, until Finland hollered up from the nest above you.
"Oh Mr Russia! Hi! We were just checking the nests to see how the vole population is going. There are three chicks, so this family won't be visiting you this summer!" Mr Finland hollered in delight, only to give a little shriek of pain as one of the fluffy chicks clacked his beak at him and then tried to peck his buttons and fingers.
"I see…." The dark violet aura faded and the brightest smile you'd ever seen formed on Russia's face. You breathed a sigh of relief, you had heard enough from Estonia an
You felt the waves beneath your boat and suddenly you were very nervous… did you get waves on a lake? All throughout your holiday in Scandinavia you had been cursed by the same sensation of danger on the water and been forced to hide in the cabin of the cruise ship in case you had thrown up. You had of course assumed it was just because of the waves, you loved water but the stormy weather of the north had made you just a little sickly obviously. However, you were not afraid of lakes, you lived beside them back home but for some reason… for some reason your boat was rocking!
“Why did you guys convince me to go on the boat?” You bleated as you gripped the rail of the little tour boat that was shunting around the lake edge. Your friends stared at you with irritation, they knew you as the life of the party and yet now you were just ruining the romantic feel to the afternoon. That was another thing that was probably adding to your
POSY MEMBER= "LOOK! THERE'S THE BEAST!!!"
CORY= "SOMEONE, GO FETCH MORITZ AND FRANKENSTEIN'S GROUP! THE REST OF US, GO KILL HIM!!!" Without seeing Frankenstein draped over the monster's shoulder, the mob began to run towards the creature. Seeing all those men with torches and pitchforks running towards him, the creature ran away from the mob, and towards the windmill.
When the creature finally made it to the windmill, he turned and saw that the mob had doubled in size(Frankenstein's group had joined them). Scared, the creature entered the windmill, and saw, next to a flight of stairs, were five partial tree trunks(uncut firewood). The creature put Frankenstein down, and bega