Altered Tundra

Magik Ther Was

I went a different route for my character. Hopefully it is acceptable. ^_^

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Frankie

Name: Franklin “Frankie” Spietato
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Information Buyer and Seller/Politician

Appearance:


Height: 6’0 | Weight 200Lbs|Hair Color: Blonde | Hair Length: Shoulder | Eye color: Emerald Green
Personality:

When it all down to it, Frankie is a greedy, greedy man. He’s always looking for any intel he could get his hands on. He doesn’t care whether if it’s miniscule or pretty big. All he really cares about is getting the most information so that he can use it in any way he sees fit. Though, that from a business perspective. On a personal level and less douchee, he’s a lover of knowledge. He wishes to know things, he wishes to be able to absorb all the information he possibly could. This could be a reflection on why he chose the profession he did. Being an Information Buyer and Seller, Frankie is at large when it comes to people who trust them with his information. Though he might be a little too ruthless business and politics-wise, he does treasure the information he has a hold of.

Underneath the greedy, ruthless, and total shark that he is, Frankie is a guy of caring and loving natures. With his family, with his friends — he is a guy they come to for advice of any kind. It doesn’t matter if they come to him for financial advice, relationship advice or whatever, he will always lend his two cents. Granted, he’s sometimes too blunt with his words, but his heart is always in the right place and his friends and his family know that too. Conversation and attitude-wise, Frankie is the way he is when he’s giving advice: blunt and straightforward. He will never sugarcoat anything and if someone looks ugly, he’ll say it and then some. If someone does something wrong, he will call them out on his shit. Hell, if someone wants to get punched cause they feel like they deserved it, Frankie would be more than happy to oblige in doing just that. If you want someone who is teddy bear soft, then go to Oregon. Frankie is from New Jersey and New Jersieans don’t play that ballgame.

Magic/Abilities:

Datarum se Notitia(to Grant Information)
A special breed of magic that does not house individual spells to one type. Oh no, instead it pertains to the gathering of fundamentals of the essence of magic. There, Frankie can adjust what types of magic he wishes to use and in which form. Of course, at the very beginning, it will be severely limited, but as it is with knowledge, the more he will have, the more power to this magic it will have. This magic itself does not limit to just spells. It can be information of how magic works, how to manipulate magical energy for other uses or whichever it may be. This special breed of magic is very unique to Frankie due to his thirst for knowledge itself and just because of that alone, this very ability reflects off of that very desire.

Habere Improbus Audacias(To Have Ruthless Aggression)
In the modern day, to be a man such as Frankie, one has to be ruthless, one has to be aggressive, and it just so happens that is exactly what Frankie is. His conniving persona reflects in his desire to win. Granted, he’s not always in it to win, but with the information he has gathered over the time in Wall Street, he has to be ruthless and show no mercy(sometimes) to protect not only his assets, but himself as well. This would sometimes leave people to become his enemies or stab him in the back and while later on down the road he would let it go, the savvy businessman within him won’t allow that. So, this ruthlessness within him could range from blackmailing to simply persuading someone to do something for him. It also comes with a bit of charm to be able to pull all this off, obviously that’s something that Frankie has within himself.

Bio:

Despite being of multiple backgrounds, Frankie has found his home in the glorious state of New Jersey. Some might talk down about the state, but Frankie loves it wholeheartedly. He grew up around the very multi-cultured city of Atlantic. He was raised by two wonderful parents who always were outspoken about their beliefs and accepted anyone. They were never discriminating to anyone based on color of skin, religious beliefs, or ways of sexuality. They accepted any and everybody. His mother was a professional chef and his father was a traveling businessmen for government contracters. His mom was the one who raised him, but even so, Frankie has a pretty good relationship with his father.

Growing up, Frankie had always enjoyed reading. If there was anything he could get his hands on that involved reading, he would. It wasn’t the adventure he loved being on. He enjoyed just knowing stuff. It didn’t matter if it was pop culture, history, architecture or whatever. He just wanted to know things for the sake of knowing them. He enjoyed having information in his head so he can either bring up conversation with people or whatever. Granted, this was still when he was in middle school, but he still really enjoyed having said information.

As he grew older, Frankie had came to use his information to further to advance himself in his classes, and even influence certain people to follow him. As he indeed did grow older, Frankie ventured to the very gritty town of Blackmail City, as he would use the information he would gather to blackmail some people to do his bidding and, as stated, to follow him. Somewhere between middle and high school, Frankie took up the skills of computer hacking. He would just start with little things, but it eventually got to a dangerous point. Soon enough, that’s how he began his climb of being ruthless as soon as he graduated high School and moved to New York City. He would begin a whole new adventure of information-gathering in the most corrupted city of them all.

Living in NYC at the age of eighteen, Frankie became something that people call a “listener”, as he took in everything he was given. He never spoke out of turn cause he wanted to take in all the information that he could. Along the ways of this and from his life earlier, he used his skills of hacking to gain information. He would make the right friends and use the right information to further his place on Wall Street. It only took him a few years to get to a place where he was making a lot of money and investing in a lot of companies — not all of them legal. His ruthless tactics really got him a notorious reputation.

And then that’s when it happened.

As a kid, Frankie does remember reading about magic, and when he soon figured out that gaining information was becoming too easy, something about it seemed a little off to him. It wasn’t that he hated it. Actually, he would love the shit out of it, but for some reason, Frankie raised an eyebrow to it. So, that’s when he would go to read up on Magic again and all the signs were there. However, the kind of magic he remembers reading about was more along the lines of fireballs, blizzards, and lightning bolts. When he came to the realization that his magic had to do with information gathering, Frankie would definitely look into it more. Maybe if he furthered this inquiry, perhaps he would stumble upon something truly great.

Extra:

Ancestry:
-10% Greek
-15%French
-25%Japanese
-50%Italian

His mother’s side was Greek and Italian
His Father’s side was French and Japanese

Hobbies
-Reading
-counting his money
-listening and creating music(not good at it btw)
-cooking the food of his ancestors

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Grant brought up a good point. Since Emiri wasn't going to be held in the dungeons, then she must be somewhere in the palace and even more so, in one of the guest rooms. When Grant suggested it would be the most guarded one, he would also make make a note about how the two of them would have to think as if they were Vincent himself. That Wesley can do.

"If I were Vincent, I would want my personal prisoner to be close by, and in a place where, as you sated, gave her a false sense of security." Wesley said as he had deduced that much so far. "Given that he wants easy access and her thinking she's safe, I think it's safe to assume that the most likely room that she's in would be the Penthouse Suite." Wesley said as he thought about it and the penthouse suite seemed like the most likely candidate.

When Wesley came to that conclusion, Grant would make a note that the duo would soon be met with resistance. Wesley smirked and he readied his Yagyu Darkblade and Demon Shield. "Let's show them why we, a Rozarrian Prince and a Dalmascan Prince, aren't to be trifled with." Wesley smiled, and he would step forward. Grant beside him and Archadian Soldiers soon coming their way.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Once on the main floor, they would make sure there weren't any Archadian Soldiers patrolling. Once that worry was settled, they too would settle down and get Jaakuna and Nadeline hidden. Before Grant would cast his spell over Nadeline, she would just look at him and tell him to be careful. Wesley looked to her, specifically into her eyes, knelt down on one knee and said, "don't worry, we'll get her and then we'll leave here altogether." As he said that, Wesley would kiss Nadeline.It wasn't a long kiss; it was more like a three to four second kiss, but it felt like an hour for Wesley. Soon after that, they would depart as Grant would cast a spell of Vanishaga over the two of them. The Rozarrian Prince would then advise them to stay silent, less they wish to be found out. Soon after that, Wesley followed Grant's lead. The Dalmascan Prince was just amazed at how much Grant really knew of the layout of Archadia. Now looking back, the truce between Rozarria and Archadia was a blessing in disguise — of course it was hell at the time — but as Wesley thought back on it, he now knew it was for the best.

Following Grant's lead, Wesley would see that Grant would lead the two of them down a series of turns; all varying on left and right directions. When they would come to a door, Wesley would know this is where they would first have to go. Grant would place one of his arms out and press his hand against the door. On that same instant, the metal door bent itself and would then be crushed as a result. Wesley was amazed and a little shocked. "Who knew you had talents for Gravity Magick?" Wesley mused aloud. When they entered the room, Wesley instantly knew this was the armory and boy oh boy did Archadia know how to fancy themselves with shiny toys.

Wesley was like a kid in a candy store. He had always only been accustomed to that of which Dalmasca had stock of. Never ever has Wesley seen such a vast collection of weaponry and armor. They had everything from leather to even Genji Armor. Wesley even saw his usual choices: Platinum Sword and Shield. He was just about to go for it, but then something else caught his eye."This right here. It's perfect. The craftsmanship, the detailing along the blade, and the infusion of Magicite." Wesley had fallen in love. For the first time, he had fallen in love with a weapon. It was odd, it was weird, and by the gods damnation, it was just simply wonderful.

Wesley would test out his Yagyu Darkblade by swinging it a few times. He first tested it with a two handed grip. It was too light. Sure it was quick, but two-handed grip didn't do it for him. So Wesley would try it with a one-handed grip. It was perfect. The weight difference from holding it to swinging it felt so natural. Wesley smiled like a freaking giddy schoolgirl. He had found his new weapon. He would place it along his right hip as it would click onto his belt. However, he felt naked; his other arm, actually. Something about this just felt empty. Wesley would go searching around some more to find himself a shield. When he walked around the armory, Wesley stumbled upon one shield. He looked at it and would place it over his wrist. He liked the way it felt, he liked the way it looked, and he liked it. Period. "This is my new shield." Wesley said as he, once again, smiled like a freaking idiot. He was enjoying himself, but even more so, he had his new toys.

When the two of them left the Armory, Wesley would wonder where they could be keeping Emiri. "Grant, you've been here before as a guest." Wesley said, "can you think of any place that they could possibly keep Emiri at?" He asked.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Grant's plan was a good one, that much Wesley had to admit. And bringing Nadeline and Jaakuna up to the main floor under the Vanishaga spell was a good suggestion. Wesley really found no faults in that plan, and yet, he still has some reservations about going along with Grant alone. Even though he has already told the Rozarrian prince about his side of the plan, there was still this little part of him that didn't trust him. Perhaps it was being locked up and Jaakuna being in the condition that he was in. Or maybe it was his disgust with what Grant has done to Wesley and his friends. No, it's not disgust.. Wesley knew it was disgust. It was more along the lines of distrust, but as Nadeline had already pointed out, Wesley just can't be picky right now.

Wesley turned to Jaakuna, looking down at him, and then seeing Nadeline's face. She was just so worried about everyone. How could Wesley even begin to think about denying Grant's plan? "Fine, the two of us will search for Emiri." Wesley said as he would try to remember what Hamut said. Didn't he say something about the three keys being under a bench? Wesley thought to himself and as he would go to the bench, he knelt down on one knee as he would place one arm supporting the bench in stillness, and the other arm reaching underneath it. As he would move his arm around, it was only a few moments later that he felt three metal objects. He would grab them, and fell down three golden keys. "YES! Here they are!" Wesley said, "okay, I guess it's time to get out of here." Wesley again said.

Wesley would first take the key, which it was more like a keycard, and slide it against the cell door and it opened. Since it was opened that way, the door would automatically open up for Nadeline as well. Then, WEsley would make his way very carefully over to Grant, and using another key-card to open his Cell. He wouldn't even wait for Grant to thank him. Wesley would go over to his cell, and proceed to help her get Jaakuna up. "Okay, you ready?" He said. The next ten minutes would be the longest — and slowest — ten minutes of their young lives.

Desolation Row(Altered Tundra and LimeyPanda)

Annd breakfast is served (posted)

Desolation Row(Altered Tundra and LimeyPanda)

When morning’s sunlight beckoned down upon his room, the first rays of sunshine hit down on Chris’s face. In a matter of a few minutes, it would force him to wake up as he would slowly open. He would move his arms above him, stretching them. The bone would crack as the release of relief would over take him as they did. Chris would then take his hand and wipe out the eye dust from his eyes and proceed to perk up in a sitting position. He was still in that drowsy state to where he wasn’t fully aware of his surroundings. Chris would slap his face just a couple of times just so he can get that initial feeling of waking up away from his body entirely. Soon, after a few minutes, Chris found himself standing up. He just realized that he slept in his jeans. Chris would grab his shirt and jacket, and head down the hall and turn a left to the bathroom. He would enter it.

As Chris would enter and lock the door to the bathroom, he would strip down to his bare body. He would go into the cabinet and pulled out a couple of towels. As he would set them on the counter, he would head to the shower, which was one of those stand up showers. Chris really didn’t care. He would just switch on the hot water knob halfway and the cold water on about a quarter of the ways. He doesn’t like to shower in extremely hot water nor does he enjoy cold showers. Regardless, he would step in and proceed to shower. He began first by washing his body with the bar of soap. He would wash his arms first and then his underarms, then his armpits. He would scrub as hard as he can just to get the full effect of the soap. Proceeding from that, he would just finish up the rest of his body. That’s where he would run his body under the water, and wash all of the suds off of his body. After that, he would take the shampoo and conditioner. He would use them both twice in rotation and wash, rinse, wash, rinse, and rinse once more.

When Chris had finished his shower, it would had only taken him ten minutes. The sound of the shower would not be heard anymore as Chris would’ve had already stepped out, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. He would just use this time to stylize his hair; which wasn’t much at all. Really, all he did was brush it a certain way and walla! He’s done doing it. He would then proceed to dry his body. This process would only take a few minute to do completely. Chris would slip on his black boxers, then his jeans, and followed by his white shirt and jacket, and his shoes. Even though he just woke up, he already got dressed. Regardless, he would head down the stairs, and go into the kitchen(as soon as he would find it, that is).

When Chris arrived in the kitchen, Beth wasn’t up yet. Chris thought that was odd, yet again as he would think more about it, she did strike him as a lazy bird, so he didn’t think much about it. He would, however, think about breakfast. Even though they’ll most likely be leaving soon, that doesn’t mean they can’t have a nice breakfast before they leave. So, on that note, Chris would begin to prepare everything. First, he got a few pans out and set them all on the oven. He would get out the following items: Eggs, Bacon, bag of pre-shredded potatoes, and maple sausage.

About ten minutes later, Chris would have already had made the eggs and bacon. He would only need a few minutes to make the six maple pork sausages and all the while he had a fresh pot of coffee brewing. About a minute until everything would be prepared, it would most likely be that the smell of the sausage and bacon would lure Beth out from wherever she is at. Chris would still yell for her, so he went over to the stairs, and yelled for her. “BETH! BREAKFAST IS READY!!” He would head back and set the table. Two plates would be on it, a plate for the bacon and sausage, a bowl for the eggs, and two cups of black coffee with the sugar and assortment of flavored creams were there too. Chris had prepared everything already. It was just ready to be dug into.

Desolation Row(Altered Tundra and LimeyPanda)

First thing's first, a wonderful post. :D And second, I believe all three of those things you suggested is what Mister Chris Clyde will do. :3

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Wesley raised an eyebrow to when Grant had said something about some woman named Levi. Wesley didn’t know this woman, but it would seem that this woman must have wronged Grant. “Levi huh? An ex-girlfriend of yours?” Oh god there it was again. The Jaakuna Influence. Why is it happening of all times? Wesley doesn’t know, but he better get his words out about the plan before he really fucks up.

“So, thanks to Jaakuna’s grandfather, Judge Magister Brandon “Bahamut” Darcone, we have a few keys to get ourselves out of here, sneak out of the dungeons..” He paused as he would look to Jaakuna, “and rescue Emiri. Originally we were going to have Jaakuna lead us, but obviously that’s not going to work now with him being in the condition he is in right now.” WEsley said , “That leaves us to you. Despite how much torment you’ve put Emiri, Jaakuna, Nadeline, and myself through, we will break you out.” Wesley said, “I mean, you might be one of the worst guys I know, but even you don’t deserve a fate that has been handed to you by Vincent Darcone, that much I am willing to admit.”

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

It was obvious that Wesley didn’t want to ask Grant for help. He knew that Jaakuna wouldn’t approve either, but in his position, not like the blonde has much say. Wesley would stand up,brush off any sort of dirt that was tracked onto his clothes, and faced the direction of Grant’s cell. He would have to choose his words carefully. It wasn’t that he had to careful about what he said, but he just had to be careful for his own sake. He didn’t like Grant all that much, but as Nadeline had said, can’t be picky for help.

“Okay, Grant, say we had a way to get out of here, save Emiri, and not die, would you believe me?” Well that wasn’t that hard. And as he said that, Wesley had just realized how much he was starting to sound like Jaakuna. That dumbass’s bad habits were carrying over to Wesley. Brilliant.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

“You got that right.” Wesley said both relieved and shocked at what Grant had just admitted. Surely he was going mad? Or maybe Grant was actually having a change of heart after all? Wesley didn’t know what to make of any of this. He didn’t even want to think about what Grant was going through or not. He would turn around and hear Nadeline say that Jaakuna wouldn’t be good to go in time for their escape. “Dammit!” WEsley said a little louder than he wanted to. No doubt Grant heard him. Wesley would kneel down and get close to Nadeline’s ear. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” He said as his eyebrow raised. She wasn’t really suggesting they ask Grant for help? No, it couldn’t be. Surely she was talking about someone else. Though, given the only people in the area was Grant, Wesley knew she was referring to him.