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Franklin North

"I hate dealing with damage bodies. Freaking human parts are not universal."

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a character in “Welcome to Fortwick University”, as played by davidthedemon

Description

Name: Franklin North (Frankie)

Age: 23

Race:Human

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 180lb

Curse/ailment: N/A

Special Needs: N/A

Major: Human Biology / Human Anatomy

Career: Frankie is currently interning at the school under The S.L.O.B program. He does part time at a Funeral home in Saltwash City.

New or Returning student: Returning Student

Appearance: The dark brown hair bright green eyed Caucasian doesn't fancy himself a stylish dresser. Sure his black rim glasses may be considered stylish. He would normally wear collared button up shirts of various colors and patterns. Frankie mostly wears Khaki pants but with his casual dress boots. Occasionally he slums it up with jeans and a sports Jersey of his favorite baseball team.

Weapons: Frankie does own a wooden Louisville Slugger baseball bat but its always in his room.

Personality: Frankie is both Studious and opportunistic. He is also a neat freak, selfish, blunt,and curious. For someone that is pretty much anti social his curiosity does draw him to some people. Which he does appreciate the irony.

History: He was awarded a scholarship to Fortwick after the school found out about his failed "Living Dead Rat" experiment. He hypothesis with the right conditions a dead body can be reanimated. Of course he had to register the project as a decomposition experiment. When he revealed his project to the judges they were surprised to see a table of dead rats with crude electronic devices grafted to their backs. Each device was plugged into large energy source made up of multiple D batteries. Frankie injected the bodies with some clear fluid, then turn on the power. Three of the four subject simply started to smoke. However one started to move around, but not in a normal way. All the rat's muscles cause the rat to bounce around the "testing tank" before ultimately exploding. Frankie was kick out of the science fair. They accused him of animal cruelty. Even though he argued that the rats where already dead. Needless to say Frankie was suspended until further notice. Fortwick University heard of Frankie's reanimation experiment. The university sent a representative to recruit Frankie. They offered him a scholarship to the University, even if he got expelled. Lucky Frankie's punishment was being ban from attending his senior prom, and graduating with his class, which did not matter to him. Since Attending Fortwick University Frankie has been studying different methodology, and techniques that he can apply to his own secret pet project.

So begins...

Franklin North's Story

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"Hang on, hang on, hold you're horses." A voice comes from behind him in the distance. Its barely audible since he's more mumbling it rather than yelling it. Eric steps out of the diner and heads back towards the gas station. The person who got out of the grungy old bug must be a student. He ignores any looks that he would most likely be given. Considering how much the lanky male is shaking he is far more preoccupied with whatever is going on in his mind. He has a hard time with the door lock; his hands have a hard time fiddling with the keys. Just as he finds the right one to open the lock he drops them on the ground. He looks like he's on the verge of tears as he covers his face and stands in silence. For a few moments it really looked like he was about to cry, but he didn't. Instead he crouched down and picked up the keys with a steadier hand, opened the door to the station and walked in. The pumps were turned on and the empty gas tank started to fill.

For the most part he ignored the student and worked off of muscle memory. He persistently perspired making his palms sweaty. Everything he touched left a thick layer of moisture. Car included.

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Character Portrait: Don Sampson Character Portrait: Franklin North
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Eric for the most part ignored the cooler aside from giving it a glance. It was considered a fairly normal from what he's seen in people's cars while servicing them. The only strange thing about it was how clean it was making it stand out from the ratty interior of the car. He didn't notice the driver had walked over to pick up the spare key that had fallen on the ground. By the time he did take notice, the driver had already wandered back to the car just before the pump halted. He then absent mindedly took the folded money made to look like $40. In the time that it took for the student to get back into his car and drive out of the station did he realize what the man had done. "Ha-HEY!" He snaps out of his daze and starts to run after the bug. It was too late, as old as the car was he still wouldn't be able to catch up to it. "Asshole!" He kicks the dirt and swears a few good curses before one of the deputies comes out of the diner to see what all the fuss was.

"What's gotten you so riled up? Did they forget to leave you a tip?" He still had concern for Eric but since everyone knew just about everyone in the town it was hard not to toss a quip every now and again.

"That bastard short changed me! How am I supposed to make a livin' like this?!" The station attendant was taking all of his anger out on the straw that broke the camel's back. He shook the 20 dollar bill with it clenched so tightly in his fist that his knuckles turned white.

The deputy walks up to Eric and puts his hands on his shoulders but not without requiring a few attempts to get him to stop moving and dodging around so much. "I know you're having a hard time but you're not the only one having a difficult time. Just hold on for one more day and I bet I could ask my cousin to help you run the station for a while. But he can't run it on his own, you're the only one who knows how to run it sinc-" He cuts himself off. He was about to make Eric cry with the way his eyes were glazing over and his face turning red. "Go back into the station and we'll keep an eye out for the kid. He's bound to come back down the road sooner or later. In the mean time we'll get back on that case for you. I promise." The deputy pauses for a few seconds before finally turning to walk back to the diner.

Before he walks up the steps he notices another person walking through town. Judging by the bag he must have been another student. But there was no way he could have walked all this way on his own two feet alone. It was a good few miles from the city and even further from anything else. The way his shirt looked like it fit too tightly over his muscular frame along with his thick beard made it so that, although he could tell that the man was in his twenties, he looked to be aged by the wild. Nature had a strange way of making young men look older and older men look ancient. He wondered why someone like him was headed for the school. He shakes the thoughts from his head and heads back into the diner.

Eric stands completely still till he hears the bell on the door ring. He took no notice of Don in his grief stricken state. He turns around and starts to walk back to the station; tears begin to roll down his face.

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Character Portrait: Madam Nabuscu Character Portrait: Mr. Fortwick Character Portrait: Don Sampson Character Portrait: Wesley Salem Character Portrait: Issac Kaine Character Portrait: Franklin North
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The Driver notices an angry gas station tenant cursing and making a scene. "Oh Frankie you rogue." He said with a smirk as the car puttered down the mountain road. Fifteen minutes of constantly changing gears of his rust bucket of a car went by before Frankie finally reach the campus of Fortwick University.

Franklin North a returning medical at Fortwick. Is now trying to navigate is way through the busy campus. "Ugh freshmen." he said as his car abruptly stops while a group of students cross in front of him. No honking of his horn even if it was justifiable. Frankie just moved along to a less populated area of the campus. As he drove to what he believed to be the quieter area. Frankie witness a cacophony of events and things happening in the distance. From a centaur to one of Madame N's crabs attacking some kind of creature trying to tear apart a S.L.O.B as Dean Fortwick and a group of students watches. "I don't believe this."

The bug stops at the nearest curb, Frankie popped open his car's trunk. Inside there is the common roadside emergency items. Aside from a baseball bag and a large black leather bag. He started to unzip the baseball bag to retrieve a wooden baseball bat. Frankie looks back to the situation at hand. The commotion seems to be under control by the hands of that giant crustacean. Frankie grabs the large leather bag with both hands and makes his way to the fallen S.L.O.B. As he gets closer he notice one of the other students pouring some kind powdery agent on the S.L.O.B. Which made Frankie a bit upset, but he didn't want to lose composer in front of the Dean. He walk past the centaur and the other two students to see what condition the S.L.O.B is in. Frankie notice the reaction the S.L.O.B's fluids is having with the unknown powder causing the green fluid to turn gelatinous. "It's contaminated." Frankie said a bit to loud. The S.L.O.B looks up at student looking over the damage, Frankie crouches down to look back at it. "Sorry number 29 your suits been compromised I have to shut you down."

Frankie opens his bag and pulls out a pair of thick gloves and some odd tools. He precedes to open back container of the S.L.O.B. First the fluid line is cut off to prevent further leakage. Second he locates the S.L.O.B's power core and turns it off. The S.L.O.B let out a loud ghastly yell before going limp and lifeless. Third Frankie pulls out a vile of blue preservative liquid agent and a syringe. He fills the syringe with the mystery liquid and locates an adapter to stick the syringe needle into. After he finish pumping the blue fluid into the S.L.O.B Frankie pats number 29's cold helmet before getting up and turning to Dean Fortwick and the group. For a moment Frankie glared at young man with the weird creature, then back to the Dean. "So this is a fine start for a new semester." He said in his normally composed tone.

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Character Portrait: Mr. Fortwick Character Portrait: Don Sampson Character Portrait: Wesley Salem Character Portrait: Issac Kaine Character Portrait: Franklin North
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Wesley had watched the bug pull into the school parking lot, and a man head towards the door. Wesley wondered about the rest of his luggage in the trunk and if he should go get it, if it was safe. For now he'd leave it until they would have to head up to the dorms or wherever they were meant to say, because right now, Wes Salem was as confused as you could be. He had seen a large crab, met a centaur and just barely missed a slob. No matter, he'd catch up soon enough, I mean, this was only the first day, he'd have plenty of time to get situated.

Wesley stood with his fingers intertwined in front of him, he had always known himself as tall but not as tall as the centaur that towered over him. Hm. He watches the dean kneel beside the slob and flinching at the cry from the creature right before it... It died... Hm.. How sad. Wesley frowned faintly then turned back around, waiting for some sort of er, well he wasn't really altogether sure what he was waiting for.