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Francois

A spunky little red-headed Ratkin.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ellipsis

Description

Her age seems difficult to place, exactly. She would, by her appearance, likely strike most people as being an older teenager, perhaps eighteen or nineteen...but she could, at times, possibly pass for someone in her early twenties. Her diminutive height might contribute to her youthful appearance, as she stands at a towering five feet and three inches, weighing in at about maybe ninety-five pounds. With that kind of height-weight ratio, she doesn't appear to be quite emaciated--slender and lithe would better suite her, as she tends to keep herself physically active.

Her facial features are mostly narrow and a little sharp, lending some to perhaps liken her a bit to a rat. Generally, that might be an unpleasant likeness--Francois, however, manages to pull it off just fine. For the most part, the focal points of her face are usually the mischievous grey-green eyes and her ever-present smirk that seems to be taunting everyone that sees it that she knows something that they don't...

Her hair is of a naturally vibrant shade of red with highlights of blond and random shocks of green that is kept fairly short. She hardly ever has to do much to it to get it to look just the way she likes it--sticking up and pleasantly disheveled.

She sports a several little facial piercings--two loops in her right eyebrow, one in her left, and one in her left nostril. Her ears have a few to each lobe.

She has her own sense of fashion that must be based off of some kind of Laundry Basket Lottery. For the most part, she favors a particular outfit: A pair of jeans that are more patches than pants at this point with a form-fitting, long-sleeved, bare-midriff, sky-blue shirt that has star shapes of varying sizes scattered down the sleeves. She can usually be found wearing a pair of black suspenders, either up over her shoulders or hanging down from her waist. She has managed to keep the same pair of work boots for several years--their unlikely age likely due to several applications of silver duct tape.

Despite the worn nature of her attire, she keeps her clothes and herself clean. After spending most of her time in a writhing rat's nest, she has come to relish the smell of shampoo and laundry detergent.

Personality

Francois is best described as irrepressible. She's difficult to offend, as she can usually laugh things off. In her opinion, taking offense to what people say is a waste of time and effort...however, if someone is wrong, she'll more than happily point it out to them. Aside from that, she finds it far more beneficial to make friends than enemies--and this isn't just because it's much more likely that she would lose in a fight. As it turns out, Francois has a very logical mind, and she would be loathe to waste an opportunity to acquire a potentially useful piece or tool...as she often seems to view people, even if she never mentions it.

Despite the fact that she can hold her own in a social situation, Francois' real affinity lies with machines. Her attention can be easily captured by any interesting little gadget or bit of technology...and the first thing that she wants to do with it, usually, is to figure out how it works, and to what ends it could be used.

Since technology has advanced so that more and more it's less and less the way one can dabble with hardware and more with software, her interests have expanded quite a bit into the intangible mechanics of things. Artificial Intelligence intrigues her, and she would love to acquaint herself with entities of this nature.

Her hobbies include puzzle and tactic games, dismantling gadgets, modifying gadgets, inventing new gadgets, figuring out new ways to manipulate hardware and software, urban exploration, par kour...and chewing on cardboard paper towel rolls.

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Francois found herself on a street she had somehow never wandered before. Her eyes glinted brightly, reflecting the streetlights as she swept her gaze down the street. She caught sight of a bar...and perked, wandering in...

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A lean young woman wandered in to the bar. She looked hardly old enough to be here, but she moved with such confidence that it was plausible that she was old enough to be here without an adult escort or valid identification. Francois was presently ignorant of what Gambit's was like--which might explain the starved kind of curiosity that shone brightly in those sharp green eyes of hers as they swept over her surroundings. A seemingly permanently fixed little smile spread a little wider as she looked upon the sterile, reinforced, built for endurance atmosphere of the place. She had never seen a place quite like this before--and she had been in plenty of bars. She wasn't sure if she quite liked it, but that was besides the point...

They served alcohol here, didn't they? She slipped her thumbs underneath her suspenders and slid them down to where they connected to her pants, and walked with an extra leisurely slow pace toward the bar...

She stopped in mid-step, her foot still lifted jauntily, as she turned her attention to the little creature Soot. A muscle twitched at one side of her mouth. Before she knew it, she was spinning on her toe to turn and go to Felix's booth.

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Francois felt the muscle at the corner of her mouth twitch again, and this time it had managed to pull that corner up a bit more into an amused little smirk. Without much regard for the young man's personal space, Francois placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, craning her neck forward to look very, very closely at the little arachnid creature. She held her breath, her eyes wide. She whistled softly in appreciation before she cooed softly to Soot. "Well, en't you just a shiny little thing. What are you...?"

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Francois expressed further disregard for what some people might call their 'bubble' by pursuing poor Felix into the booth. She moved with a kind of liquid swiftness to make up for the distance he had put between them...and then some. She rifled into one of her pocket's to procure a jeweler's loop. She slid it open, and lifted it to peer through the glass and carefully study Soot. She murmured distractedly. "Is that so?" One eye focused through the loop, but the other was squeezed shut. She suddenly opened that eye to peer at Felix, giving herself, for a brief moment, a kind of cock-eyed appearance. "You're Felix?" she demanded. Although it seemed posed as a question, he could see that she suspected with a fairly fast certainty that he indeed was.

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Francois lowered the jeweler's loop as Soot was removed from in front of it, and her face fell very briefly into a mild pout. She quickly recovered, looking from Soot to Felix at his inquiry. She grinned broadly at a thought that went through her mind--something about Felix being a cat--and she snapped the loop closed with her thumb, lifting her chin. "I am...Francois," she announced in a mock-dramatic tone. She didn't address the fact that she was an anomaly--she was already well-acquainted with her strangeness. She slipped the loop back into her pocket, turning her attention to Soot as she clambered onto her shoulder. No, Francois was not in the least perturbed at this--in fact, elation could more describe her expression as her face lit up. She lifted her arm a bit to provide a better perch--seeing as she is rail thin and her skin was exposed to the little bronze claws--and brought up her right hand to extend her index finger to the leg Soot offered. "What a joy to meet you, wee shiny arachnid!"

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Francois indulged in a laugh, looking from Soot to Felix for a moment, her eyes glittering in amazement at the little creature on her shoulder. There was something like a glimmer of admiration. If Felix had created this little spider, he had certainly earned it. She cheerfully addressed Soot. "Why, it's a bar. What brings anyone to a bar?" She let her hand drop to the seat so she could lean over on it a bit, affording Felix some breathing room.

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It wouldn't even be a minute since Felix sat down before something strange happened. A stylishly disheveled mess of red and green hair and a pair of grey-green eyes slid up over the edge of the table he sat at. There was a smiling twinkle in those eyes as they stared at the young man. A voice could be heard from under the table, where Francois presently was. "Hellooo there." How she had come to be underneath the table without him noticing was strange enough.

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Francois slid up to sit properly, mimicking his posture with a green, leaning forward a little. "Of course! Very spiffyneat. And yooou?" Once again, her eyes were drawn to Soot. It could easily be perceived that she was addressing the little arachnid-like machine as well. Francois herself seemed to be fairly exuberantly happy. She also had an extra-mischievous feel to her today.

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Francois 's face fell a bit at this, but she recovered not a split second later. "Fascinating! She can sufficiently recharge herself?" Her eyes moved to Felix's now, and stayed there. "How did you do it?" Francois has built many things--the flaws in which have usually been that they required external power sources. The things she could do if they would but charge themselves! God, she wanted to take the little spider apart and put her back together. She did, however, have some semblance of social grace, and she restrained herself from even asking.

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Francois 's eyes widened as the little spider was opened up. She leaned in, her head right next to Felix's. This might be considered uncomfortably close for most people, but Francois had a dandy disregard for discomfort. She held her breath, a look of understanding and joy on her face, tinged with a bit of 'Why didn't I think of that!' She breathed out her admiration. "Of course. It's so simple. The scale is impressive! I mean--eeelookitthelittlebittypieces!" She wiggled a finger toward several of the mechanisms in the spider, her voice the kind of tone a girl might take if she were gushing over an adorable puppy or a kitten.

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Francois kept her eyes on the little arachnid, taking in every detail carefully into a mental database. It was so delightfully simple--there was only one thing she didn't understand. "I think that's a great idea," she said, and finally tore her eyes from the spider. "Would you mind teaching me? We could work on mine together! I can get any supplies necessary, as well as tools." She seemed thrilled at all of this. She clasped her hands together and bounced a little in her seat. She was so...difficult to contain.

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Francois blinked a bit, her eyes widening. She had never had a friend in another coordinate before. Nor had she ever known anyone that used their little metal friend as a means of transportation. She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, of course!"

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Francois watched carefully for the moments before she popped out of existence with Felix and Soot.

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Francois walked up the street, whistling jauntily...then ceased and desisted with a drawn-out whistle of surprise as she looked at Gambit's. It seemed to be suspended and shivering in a most...disconcerting manner. All of her little rat brain screamed 'Run away!' However, the red-headed girl just couldn't bring herself to do it. In fact, without her knowing it, her feet were already taking her slowly closer to the strange scene.

That is mos' def' not right, she thought. Then she heard a voice, and looked under it all to see...what appeared to be a person. Her green eyes damn near bugged, and she couldn't help bending down, cupping her hands around her mouth, and shouting: "What the Hell y'doin' un'er there?!"

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Francois came whistling jauntily down the street, minding her own business when--THUD. The red-headed young woman tilted her head as she stared at the man on the street slightly to the right of her. She grinned and quirked an eyebrow. Of course, any other person might be concerned and think that he might be dead. The Ratkin, however, was merely amused at the strange happenstance. She moved over to stand over him, shoving her hands into her pockets as she leaned forward to stare down directly at the man.

"Y'alright?" she inquired with a crooked grin. If he wasn't, oh well. She'd go and call an ambulance. If he was, though... Funny shit, that.

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Francois calmly offered her hand, but she maintained her smile. It was as though she was totally unaffected by the fact that he had likened her to a prostitute. Perhaps it was that she was too young to have encountered the term yet? Perhaps she was indeed a very young prostitute? Perhaps she didn't give half a damn about what anyone said, and simply lived with the world on her own terms...? In any case, she regarded Logan with a faint amusement, even though he had told her, essentially, to wipe that smirk off of her face. She offered him a shoulder as soon as he was up. She chirruped softly, irrepressible: "Hallelujah--it's raining assholes." This was the only possible indication that the little red-head might have been in the slightest offended by his statement.

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Francois calmly offered her hand, but she maintained her smile. It was as though she was totally unaffected by the fact that he had likened her to a prostitute. Perhaps it was that she was too young to have encountered the term yet? Perhaps she was indeed a very young prostitute? Perhaps she didn't give half a damn about what anyone said, and simply lived with the world on her own terms...? In any case, she regarded Logan with a faint amusement, even though he had told her, essentially, to wipe that smirk off of her face. She offered him a shoulder as soon as he was up. She chirruped softly, irrepressible: "Hallelujah--it's raining assholes." This was the only possible indication that the little red-head might have been in the slightest offended by his statement.

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Francois was surprisingly strong for a young woman of her stature. She watched him straighten his nose--with a brief laugh--before she shook her head with a little bit more of a grin. She well supported him as he leaned, but he could feel her small frame shaking with soft chuckles. She found him totally amusing in an endearing kind of way. She but sniffed softly at him as she gave him a sound pat on the back at his comment. "And men like y'self should just laugh it off, eh?" The little Ratkin bumped her hip against his playfully. "You're bein' a wuss. C'mon." She pulled his arm over her shoulders and started to walk. "You should buy me a coffee," she offered. "Or a slice of pie. For helpin' you up, y'know." Her smile was truly one of the winning kind. Most suckers would find it hard to resist such a thing...but for those that weren't suckers, she managed to come off as merely joking.

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Francois looked up at him as he wiped blood away. She was truly amazed that he had survived the fall, really--someone with that kind of constitution would be a welcome ally around her, that's for sure. Especially if they were of such a financial standing as to afford her pie. Glorious pie... She was damn near salivating. However, she hid her motives well with that smile that had gotten her called a prostitute. "I think we can manage some ice," she said, reassuringly, as her hand patted his back lightly again. "Name's Francois," she added, offering him her other hand with a grin. "Y'can call me Frank or whatever."

The strange little red-head was just so laid-back, it was...damn near impossible to get along with her. Aside from that, her age was so difficult to determine--was she a woman, or was she some street kid?

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Francois slipped through the doors of the bar. The wiry little woman shifted a glance about, looking for Authoriteh before she proceeded forward with a bold little sashay for someone with such slim hips as her. Thing was, she had confidence. She shook her stylishly disheveled little cloud of red hair, reaching up to run a hand through it as she approached the bar. Suddenly, she stopped dead, and that permanent grin that she usually had fixed on her face fell right off. Her green eyes fixed on Seana. Her pale freckles disappeared into a haze of pink. Suddenly, the hand that was on her head shot forward, pointing an accusatory finger at the woman getting all touchy with Adrian. "I saw that! Harlot! Hussy! Wench!"