NAME: Frank Morrison
ALIAS: The Legion
AGE: 22
DATE OF BIRTH: October 30
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3" (190 cm)
WEIGHT: 221 lbs (100 kg)
SEXUALITY: Straight
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: N/A
Frank is a gamble... a 50/50 shot... What side of the coin will you land on?
Frank Morrison was nineteen and had little to show for it. He'd stopped attending school after being kicked out of the basketball team for shoving a referee into the stands. Yet Frank was a man of potential, who could light up a room despite his bleak childhood. At six years old, he'd been taken away from Calgary to start a circuit of foster homes. No matter how many times he'd lashed out, threw tantrums and got into fights, they'd kept moving him to new, unfamiliar houses. His last move had been three years prior when his last foster dad, Clive Andrews, had picked him up from the adoption centre. They'd been on the road for seven hours before reaching a small bungalow in Ormond. It would be the longest time they'd spend together. Clive was too busy trading cheques from Family Services for drinks at the bar.
Ormond was a small, stale place; a remote town of six thousand inhabitants where grey winters drag on for most of the year. Frank did everything he could to get into another adoptive family, but he changed his mind when he caught the attention of Julie, a beautiful girl who was convinced that she deserved better than a life in Ormond, and Frank, as an outsider, was her ticket out. Frank attended the parties she threw where everyone was younger than him and easily impressed, which he liked. He met the impulsive Joey, who liked to show off, and the shy, naïve Susie, who was Julie's best friend.
They would hang out at an abandoned lodge up Mount Ormond. Their time together was the perfect break from the boring conformity of their small, insignificant everyday lives. Frank saw it as an opportunity to shape their lack of experience into something powerful. He lined up nights of debauchery and rampage, testing their limits. Bullying, vandalism, and theft were essentially their weekend plans. It came to a point where they would do anything he asked. Nothing was off-limits when they put their masks on.
...But now those days are gone. Julie managed to get out of Ormond without Frank and took Susie with her as a roommate. Joey still lives with his folks for now. And Frank... Frank has his own studio flat, albeit still in Ormond (for now at least). He's taken up various 3rd shift jobs and back of house jobs just to keep going by with his mostly solitary life that he's made for himself. He despises most of the gigs he lands, but it's money. And while Julie doesn't communicate much, Susie still messages him and Joey still hangs out.
The only thing Frank looks forward to these days is seeing if that cute girl is working that night at the gas station when he rolls in...
Frank sports the varsity jacket cosmetic skin (minus the number on the back of his hood) but with the original smiley mask versus the one that comes with that skin. His hand bandages are wrapped around his knuckles, partially on his fingers and upper hand. His hair is a dark brown and his eyes are a bit on the "hazel" side but with a bit more green. He has a longer scar going across his nose and a smaller one that goes across the left side of his mouth (split on his upper lip). He sports quite a few piercings--snake bites, a tongue ring, a straight barbel for his frenum piercing and for his ears; Right-- lobe, upper lobe, industrial; Left-- lobe, upper lobe, orbital conch, helix (2). Aside from his usual in-game neck tattoo, he also has: "The Legion" logo big and flourished across his upper back; "FJSJ" stick n poke on left hip; small doodle bunny with the words "SUSIE WUZ HERE" back of right upper leg, just above back of knee; the word "SLAYER" (as if written scratchy) vertically on upper half of left upper arm; a large snake on the side of left leg, knee to ankle length; the Nirvana smiley face upper right arm, near shoulder; the album art for The Offspring's "Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace" album on the right side of torso, near ribs.
Frank is charismatic and charming in his own kind of way--but a way that can attract even the quietest wallflower to have a few shots and a dance. He looks like the kind of guy you could run out on the town and finally feel free to be your whole self with. Maybe smash in a few car windows while you're at it. But that's just his cover. His bait. His way to snare you in... Because while you're out running the streets at three in the morning being your whole self, Frank wants to be his whole self, too. Because that's only one side of him. There's a side of him that he'll show you when you're good and wrapped around his finger; or maybe just when he's drunk enough. A side that has a vicious desire to control and contort, to break and bend, to own and oppress. All his life, he's never really had any kind of control, of freedom. But you? You could be the one thing he finally has control over. To be his and only his. To be his little play thing he can break and bruise or love and adore. The charisma may be the shine of the coin, but there is still another side to this coin that is Frank Morrison. Where he can be rough and controlling, he can also be soft and caring. He'll hold you close at night and ask if you have a headache in the morning. It's the little touches that matter and the softest words that speak the loudest. He'll pay close attention to details when and where he can and the next days or so, he'll show that he was listening. It's as if you mean the world to him; as if you're the first truly worthwhile thing he's had in a long time.
While Frank is one to try to get drunk as quickly and cheaply as possible, you'll never see a fucking PBR in his hand. "Tastes like horse piss," he'll say usually if you feel ballsy enough to ask why.
He doesn't know much about it in general or how to work with it (although he has picked up SOME things from past flings/people he knew/etc), but Frank can be considered a natural born empath. He's able to feel the energies given off of (living) people and places, especially if a place is active with spirits or "emotional residue" already. Usually with the latter he will just hear things but very rarely, in any situation, he will see glimpses of things. Anything non-human he can't pick up on well since he doesn't have the knowledge to tune into it well; and often says he doesn't want to. However, if something malicious and non-human is around, he'll often get a very uncomfortable feeling and just want to simply leave the immediate area, and will often voice this. He won't give an answer why since he doesn't much understand it himself, but he will insist to whoever he's around that they go someplace else.
He's tried amphetamines twice but hated how they made him feel after; so he simply prefers to stick to the tried and true: alcohol and marijuana.
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