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Frankie | Approximately 2 years ago Frankie woke up in the middle of the Lost Wilds of Amusa. The only item to his name being a mysterious red scarf with a gold embroidery of his name sake on the end. | ||
"What was this place? Where am I?" | |||
He searched his own mind for answers. He sat still trying to understand. Understand what exactly was a later issue but '''why''' was the far more pressing matter. Watching, feeling, smelling, hearing. Slowly minutes turned to hours as he sat there taking it all in. His mind filled with ideas he was not entirely sure were his own: languages, skills, weapons, tactics, chores, all pre-encoded into his being, but still nothing to do but parse through them. He knows he is here for a reason... One doesn't just wake up all the sudden without a reason. But what could that reason be? Could he be here just to do what he was doing already? Watching? | |||
"Yes... yes that's it! Watching!" | |||
He watched as the world went on around him; uncaring about this new conscious observer. For the first while it was nothing. Quiet wind rustling through the trees for days on end. He saw animals. Creatures ranging from big to small all of which he could name without knowing where those names came from. They walked around each being different from the other in both mind and form. He watched them scamper, wander, hunt, express emotions... | |||
"Emotions... Yes that's something important. I remember those." | |||
Suddenly his mind was filled with these emotions. One after another like something in him was trying to get through. Sadness, anxiety, frustration, grief. Well this is awful what other ones were there. Hmmm, Joy, Wonder, contentment... empathy. That one rang the loudest in his mind. Suddenly his attention was snapped away. A shout from the woods as a person falls from the tree line chased by a velociraptor. Frankie without even realizing springs to action almost in a blur suddenly he is standing between the collapsed figure and the wild beast. The beast looks angry. All Frankie knows is he is willing to fight as hard as possible for this person. Why was that again? Doesn't matter. Not now anyway. The stand off goes for what feels like minutes until the creature balks and runs off. He goes limp and collapses back into a seating position. Feeling like his mission was accomplished. | |||
What mission though? Why did he just do that? He's never met this person. As a matter of fact the only thing he realized about them was that it was a person. Perhaps further investigation is needed. He turns around to see the Person scrambling away. Not even stopping to say thanks... | |||
"How rude... I would have at least thanked me. Whoever they are, they really should be nicer." | |||
He slumps back into position and continues his previous engagement... Hmm... After that excitement suddenly all this watching feels far more boring than it was before. This cant be what he was meant to do. No no no perhaps it had something to do with that person. What did he do. He helped that person right? | |||
"I need to help people." | |||
All the lights flashed in is head at once and he shot up from his slump. | |||
"Oh! I see... well only thing to do is go find someone to help!" | |||
== Hobbies == | == Hobbies == | ||
Revision as of 22:51, 31 May 2023
| Relatives | Creator... whoever that is |
|---|---|
| Languages | Common, Plant |
| Affiliations | Niceness |
| Aliases | That weird plant guy |
| Place of Birth | Somewhere |
| Species | Leshy Construct |
| Gender | He/they |
| Height | 3'2" |
| Weight | 140 |
| Eye Color | Hollow |
Frankie is (Information on your heritage/background/class)
Physical Appearance
He is a 3'2" Cabbage Leshy Warforged. His body is made entirely out of a hardened plant matter similar to Cabbage which leads to him being shockingly dense. His fingers and foot pads are made of a modified version of this plant matter that hardens even further to the strength of tree roots for ease of walking and holding objects. His eyes are hollowed out divots and his smile is carved into his face which makes it functionally impossible for him to show any expression. He circumvents this by pulling up and lowering his scarf to show and hide his smile for ease of communication. Anybody who would cast detect magic on him would find him radiating in minor amounts of conjuration and transmutation magic; growing in strength as you get closer to his center.
Clothing
He proudly wearing a bright red monotone scarf with a gold embroidery of "Frankie" on one end. It is the only item that he woke up with, and as such: is his namesake. Woven within his chest is a set of leather armor he obtained during his adventures. And on his hip and back is a collection of wood weapons of his own creation. Carving the hardened trimmings of his own form he has fashioned multiple short blades, Shears, daggers, and throwing thorns. They function as well as steel in combat but are very brittle and tend to require replacing regularly. He plans on upgrading as soon as he gets some money.
Personality
He tries his best to be helpful but tends to remain quiet while doing so. Wishing to stay out of the big picture and see from an outsiders point of view who needs his support. Whether it be through talking or gifts he wishes to try his best to improve the mood of those who might be sad or frustrated. However, when he sees someone being unfair or rude to a friend, he will not hesitate to stand up and try to disperse the argument. He is not a fan of supposed friends being rude to each other. As a matter of fact he is not a big fan of any rudeness at all! He has made it his life goal to help anybody he can with as much efficiency as possible, and on occasion that does mean through the means of violence.
His primary roll in combat is as a stealthy scout. Reflecting his priority of the big picture he will attempt to handle encounters as efficiently as possible. Taking down priority targets and supporting enemies as fast as his abilities will let him, trying to stay out of vision whenever he can.
Through the use of throwing daggers and stealth he has succeeded in multiple battles against the likes of bandits and aggressive wild life. Despite his cheery and outgoing demeanor he is ruthless to those who decide to harm others out of malice or greed. He believes that violence is necessary in some scenarios against those who have already chosen the path of harming others. But if one were to show genuine regret or were forced into their position he is absolutely willing to help, unless they decide to return to that lifestyle after given another chance. In that case no being alive could change his mind.
Story
Approximately 2 years ago Frankie woke up in the middle of the Lost Wilds of Amusa. The only item to his name being a mysterious red scarf with a gold embroidery of his name sake on the end.
"What was this place? Where am I?"
He searched his own mind for answers. He sat still trying to understand. Understand what exactly was a later issue but why was the far more pressing matter. Watching, feeling, smelling, hearing. Slowly minutes turned to hours as he sat there taking it all in. His mind filled with ideas he was not entirely sure were his own: languages, skills, weapons, tactics, chores, all pre-encoded into his being, but still nothing to do but parse through them. He knows he is here for a reason... One doesn't just wake up all the sudden without a reason. But what could that reason be? Could he be here just to do what he was doing already? Watching?
"Yes... yes that's it! Watching!"
He watched as the world went on around him; uncaring about this new conscious observer. For the first while it was nothing. Quiet wind rustling through the trees for days on end. He saw animals. Creatures ranging from big to small all of which he could name without knowing where those names came from. They walked around each being different from the other in both mind and form. He watched them scamper, wander, hunt, express emotions...
"Emotions... Yes that's something important. I remember those."
Suddenly his mind was filled with these emotions. One after another like something in him was trying to get through. Sadness, anxiety, frustration, grief. Well this is awful what other ones were there. Hmmm, Joy, Wonder, contentment... empathy. That one rang the loudest in his mind. Suddenly his attention was snapped away. A shout from the woods as a person falls from the tree line chased by a velociraptor. Frankie without even realizing springs to action almost in a blur suddenly he is standing between the collapsed figure and the wild beast. The beast looks angry. All Frankie knows is he is willing to fight as hard as possible for this person. Why was that again? Doesn't matter. Not now anyway. The stand off goes for what feels like minutes until the creature balks and runs off. He goes limp and collapses back into a seating position. Feeling like his mission was accomplished.
What mission though? Why did he just do that? He's never met this person. As a matter of fact the only thing he realized about them was that it was a person. Perhaps further investigation is needed. He turns around to see the Person scrambling away. Not even stopping to say thanks...
"How rude... I would have at least thanked me. Whoever they are, they really should be nicer."
He slumps back into position and continues his previous engagement... Hmm... After that excitement suddenly all this watching feels far more boring than it was before. This cant be what he was meant to do. No no no perhaps it had something to do with that person. What did he do. He helped that person right?
"I need to help people."
All the lights flashed in is head at once and he shot up from his slump.
"Oh! I see... well only thing to do is go find someone to help!"
Hobbies
Languages
He woke up speaking Common, Sylvan, and Plant. (whether or not he can actually talk to plants is a mystery. He very well might just think he can)
Powers and Abilities
Frankie prioritizes stealth, scouting, and avoiding any unnecessary combat.
He is also trained in Cooking, Cartography, Calligraphy, and thieves tools.
Attacks and Weapons
His favorite weapons are the only ones he ever had in life. His homemade wood arsenal. He is very much due for an upgrade.
