APPEARANCE
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Height: 6' 0
Weight: 185 lbs
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Build: Lean muscle, wide shoulders. His strength not that much of an issue to help someone out in a bind.
Body Markings: Scars along his shoulders and stomach from crawling throughout rough terrain and fights the majority of his life.
Voice: Cheerful mostly, his outward voice rarely actually tells those around him of how he truly feels except for a certain few that have gotten to know him.
Description: Frank has a way of raising peoples spirits, his cheerful nature and his actions trying to bring light of the situation they are in. He tries to get people to smile as often as possible with his wit. His warm infectious smile is wrapped up by a scruffy beard. His long shaggy hair drapes over his eyes, hiding who or what he is usually staring at.
MENTALITY
Quirks: When he's deep in thought he tends to itch at his beard, a very obvious tell to those around him. His hands will twitch when he's nervous and his posture will straighten, regardless if it's danger or interaction with others. His smile is usually that of a half smirk grin.
Fears: Heights but who can blame him, he spent the majority of his life living right on the ground. Being left alone to die.
Likes: Warmth from the sun, music, recieving a smile when he tries to cheer some one up.
Dislikes: The cold, why the hell couldn't it be spring time all year round? But no, the end of the world has to be either cold or hot no inbetween.


Personality: Frank is somewhat easy to get along with, but people find the way he acts as a lack of care. When the going gets rough, he gets serious. He's a very accepting person, making friends and such but never truly letting them know who he really is. Deep down he trusts know one. He tries to make friends with most of those who meet him, yet never keeping them as one that will be a close friend except for a few.
If he argues he tries to stay a civil as he can, seeing as how civility went out the window about twenty years ago he still clings to it. It makes him pig headed, but throughout an entire arguement he will try to be as reasonable as possible.


EQUIPMENT
Clothing: He tries to dress comfortable. His tattered jeans with shorts underneath. He has an old stained button up shirt with a sweater over it. An oversized white scarf used for the daytime. A pair of old hiking boots would finish up what he jokes around with as his "ensemble."
Carried Items: A back pack which holds two glass jars filled with water, a pair of cracked sunglasses, some bandages and guaze wraps. He has a pint of whiskey, a few hand flares he found in a half collapsed tunnel. He has a heavy peacoat strapped to the back the bag. Some bullets he had found in an old police station, please say they work, a machete strapped to his leg, and a double barrel shotgun strapped to the side of his bag with a pair of shells still in incase he gets into a jam.
Main Weapon: The machete, close and never have to worry about running out of ammo or killing the wrong person. The shotgun he carries is more of a true life or death situation for him or a certain friend.



COMBATIVENESS
Skills:

• Agility: Might not be the strongest or biggest of people but its hard to hit what you cant catch.
• Endurance: He can't hit hard but he can outlast most people in a fight, run long distances if need be.
• Wit: He's picked up a lot of knowlage over his years of living with people. His knowlege of directions and the earth. Things to expect with weather conditions and such.
Weaknesses:
• Overthinking: He tends to over analyze every situation he gets into looking at all the possible outcomes, but making him miss the actual problems.
• Merciful: Frank gives the benifit of the doubt to people in altercations, thus adding to his long list of scars across his body.
• Stubborness: He doesn't give up which isn't a bad trait until it gets to the point of arguing or fighting until he's either shut up or beat. He's on the bad side of that equation.

HISTORY
Marital Status: Single, just sleeps around when he's able to.
Family: Deceased as far as he knows.
History: He lived a normal childhood. But then everything was taken from him as the world changed. His family, childhood friends. He stuck to music to keep him happy. Until now he's just been going from place to place learning from everyone he meets. Letting the wind lead him.



Relations:
Jessica: They met about 2 years ago in the underground and they chose to stick together. She's a little to serious so he tends to poke and prod at her to get a rise and a smile out of her. She's about the only one who he truly trusts out of the group. He watches out for her, protects her. She helps him, keeps him sane and in good health. They started out as friends but who knows now. He cares for her, who knows where this can all lead.
Wade: He makes me look like a damn twig. He's a little to serious for Frank but he believes Wade has a good head on his shoulders and his decisions are mainly good ones.
Kitty: He thinks shes a good kid, innocent, he enjoys that someone in the group is a dreamer and has an imagination. He thinks she should be more playful but can tell she's shy.
Cora: On the outside he can't tell much but he can tell she's got a bit of an attitude. She keeps more to herself which makes his attempts to cheer her up a bit futile.
Yuuta: He's a quite one, not much I can get out of that guy except for him clinging to nostalgia.
Boston: He's not that bad of a guy, rebellious of how Wade guides us and he tries to be a billy badass at times. The guys got some problems but far be it from me to diagnos him.
Rio: She seems ok, except for the keeps to herself thing. Frank and Rio haven't gotten to talk but he thinks shes good for the group