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NAME
Frahnswa “Franz” Furrman XVI
AGE
38 years old
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
St. Jack City
- A settlement in the far north, situated near a river that attracts many Radstags and other wildlife. It is also home to the Furmann Trade Company, the merchant group that Franz belongs too.

FACTION
Furrman Trade Company
- Both Franz’s family and employers, the Furrman Trade Company are merchants that produce and deal in various goods throughout the northeastern seaboard, most notably specializing in handmade leatherwork products. The company obeys the directions of the head merchant, bearing the name of their ancestor whose exploits are passed down through oral tradition – Frahnswa Furrman the First. The heir of the current "Frahnswa" is always their eldest capable child, baptizing them in the St. Jack City river when they become of age. However, before they can fully inherit the position, they must complete a pilgrimage and map out new trade routes. The prosperity of the new routes is regarded as a sign as to how their rule will unfold.




Franz looks much older than he actually is. Years on the open hostile roads has stressed out the wily trader’s skin, resulting in it being as tough as the leather he sells. Luckily, he has a well-groomed beard to protect the rest of his jerky-like face from the elements, complemented by his red bandana. To protect the rest of his body, he wears the finest works that he had skinned and sewed himself which include a jacket, boots and set of pants made out of buckskin and fur. Indeed, being well-dressed will strike a good first impression on to anyone while his confident smile secures the rest. However, he is missing a front tooth and has a hunched-back. Along with his small stature, his body certainly sets back his rare good intentions.

This doesn't stop from trying though. Every person he meets is a potential customer, and such he greets them with the air of confidence that only someone that's looking to gain something from you would have, personal space be damned when he gets to pitch you a sale. He then leads with wild theatrics including hand movements to illustrate the prestige of his products and exaggerated emoting that only his clay-composed head could achieve. Once his business is done however or he realizes you're simply not buying, Franz becomes much more composed and less of a caricature, exposing the fact that he is wiser than a weasel. Very few will see this part of him because he simply doesn't stick around long enough with people that don't have the caps worth his time.




TYPE ESTP
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
Franz comes off strong if he wants something from anyone, specially strangers that he will most likely never meet again. While it might seem that he is agreeable and kind, he will push his agenda to best benefit himself and it’s usually hidden underneath that veil of diplomacy. Others might call this sociopathy but he calls it business acumen.


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TRAIT
Hoarder: You love things, and so you can carry more things. A lot more things. Add extra to your starting equipment, and later you’ll have more equipment to use. That being said, you’ll be slower than others and a bit neurotic about your equipment.
SKILLS
Passive Skill(s)
Barter: Trading and trade-related tasks. The ability to get better prices for items you sell, and lower prices for items you buy.

Speech: The ability to communicate in a practical and efficient manner. The skill of convincing others that your position is correct. The ability to lie and not get caught.

PERK
The Best Salesman this Side of the Missippi: You have an advantage on all Charisma/Barter checks. You know far more than any salesman or traveling merchant. You're the best of the best, and you let them know.

STRENGTHS
  • Old Rambler: Franz’s well-travelled life allows him to spin a long tale to those who dare to listen that is somehow both enticing enough for them to pay attention yet boring to the point where they fall to a brief lull.
  • As Advertised or Your Caps Back ⚜️: His word is backed by the honor that his family has long built with their customers; a betrayal of their trust cannot be allowed by any that bear the Furrman name. So when he sells you a service, expect it to be met.
  • Blabbermouth: He looks harmless and he knows it but he can taunt the best of them. Luckily, he knows when to shut up.

WEAKNESSES
  • Mister Miser: Unless you’re important and dying, you’re not getting anything of his items.
  • No Facts, Just Interpretations: His lies got too convoluted even for him to follow, so he just gave up trying to remember years ago.
  • Scavenger:Looting gets you free recycled products to support our markets and ecosystems! How is this an ethical problem?




WEAPONS
Skinner’s Pocket Knife: A small, sharp switchblade that can be easily hidden underneath one’s sleeve. This tool is strong enough to pierce most hides but would probably break against metal or rock.
Snub Nose Pipe Pistol: This small homemade handgun has protected Franz from bandits throughout his travels. Usually hidden underneath his jacket’s inner breast pocket.
ARMOR
Furmann Leather Set: Prettier than most leather garb and just as effective. Protective anti-ballistic material is embedded between the layers of animal skin that comprise it.
CHEMICALS
  • 3 Stimpacks
  • 2 Whiskeys
  • 1 Vodka
  • 2 Radaways
  • 1 Fixer

MISCELLANEOUS
Oak Hiking Stick: A smoothed out piece of wood that supports his weight while walking. He believes it makes him look wise and sage-like




”Ah, please stay awhile and look at my wares!” shouted the man behind the makeshift stand at a pair of passersby. “For the larger gentleman, may I present this fine authentic albino Radstag jacket! Surely, a man of your taste can see himself attracting all the finest company with this on his person.” He handed the jacket for the sure-to-be customer to inspect, but soon a spray can of white paint dropped from its pockets. Before a word could be uttered, the merchant took back the jacket. “Y-you see, albino is the name of the hue of coating. So, technically, what I said was true.” He then held up his open right palm towards the buyer’s face.

“For most, this jacket would be five hundred caps! But for you, my friend, the crown price of three hundred sounds more than fair, yeah?” he would state, bringing his thumb and pinky finger to a close. However, the pair simply gave each other a quizzical look before beginning to turn their backs to him. “Wait! I see that such apparel might not be for your palate, considering the humidity. However, perhaps this fine Yaoguai cap might interest you! You see, the animal that this was made from is a hardy predator whose skin is resistant to the elem-“ Again, the pair had lost interest and were ready to depart. It seems they were in a hurry.

“Stop!” the merchant shouted, slamming his hands on the table before climbing on top of it. “I see you think that I don’t have anything to offer like the rest of these schmucks in the bazar. But I am Frahnswa Furrman, and I will make my first transaction in Louisiana today! Behold!” The loud, brazen Franz would pull a map made out of animal skin and inked with plant dyes. At a cursory glance, it seemed that it was the Northern Province and the lands beyond its borders, with a few inaccuracies that only natives would notice. “This is the safe route that I have taken to arrive here at Shreve’s Port, following the Mississippi trade stream. Didn’t need a caravan or guards, and certainly didn’t run into bandits. Personally mapped out by yours truly. Now, trade secrets come at a high price but a thousand caps is surely worth it for the opportunity, right?”

A moment silence passed, with both parties cautiously staring at each other. This awkward pause would only be broken by the same quizzical look shared between the customers before but this time it ended with a nod and a smile. The large man Franz tried to sell the jacket to would produce his own piece of parchment.

Soon, Franz shared their smile. “… So, when do we start?”






<Snipped quote by Zoey White>

Today was just the day that everyone's darts hit 'big ugly dudes' on their idea boards.


Sir, I'd like to inform you that my dart landed on "small ugly dude."
Went back and revisited Franz's appearance section. Hopefully that gives a clearer idea to the character.

Also, dibs on the unemployed uncle character that reads the news paper on the couch while giving unsolicited opinions in this sitcom :v
Lucas eyed up his fruit-smoking "ally" from head to toe before scoffing at him, downing the rest of his wine in one go to follow up his disdain. There was something about Alex that perplexed him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. While he didn't know the reason, that didn't stop him from dismissing him. "Mercenary, I'm quite certain that the honor of dueling Sir Kyros should first go to me. After all, you're already a trained killer, are you not? Meanwhile I haven't handled a blade since receiving fencing lessons in Berlin as a lad." he would say with a smile towards Alex, before looking down at his own feet to belch. "Besides, I don't see a keyblade on your person." Lucas would then drop the bottle he held, unstrapped the keyblade from his back, and wielded it with only his right hand. With his Ghostrock Gauntlet, the weight of Gloria could easily be carried by the knight of the Dark West.

His left hand would be behind his back as he stood tall, slowly transitioning into a slight squat with his left foot perpendicular to his right foot. The keyblade would then be slightly tilted towards his sparring partner. "Now, Sir Kyros, I noticed you don't have a sword either. I sure hope a lack of weapons isn't the cause of it!" Lucas would state with a wheezing laugh at his own wit, pointing at the training weapons with his keyblade scattered across the room. He would soon loosen his stance as realized that perhaps he should grab the non-fatal weapons for himself and Giorgos before he inadvertently injured two of the Imperial couple's vassals. Slowly, his laughter came to a halt as he walked towards a sword rack in order to grab appropriate fencing equipment so they may begin.

@Letter Bee@Rex


The radiation meter installed inside Negative Man's surrogate body had gone ballistic before the Kryptonian foe had crashed through their roof, causing the irradiated man himself to flinch. As he came back to his senses, the other Leaguers had launched themselves against Solara and made it obvious that she wore the emblem of Superman with the same power that the Man of Steel wielded. However, she clearly did not have the same restraint their once proud founder had. In order to fight her, Negative Man needed to pull out all the stops as well.

The Negative Spirit soon left the android that hosted it. Normally, anyone in prolonged direct contact was in danger of radioactive poisoning but the alien physiology of their enemy could clearly withstand that. Larry, however, deduced that certain parts were still sensitive to light. In fact, super-vision might just play in his favour as he raced his ethereal body towards Solara in an attempt to blind her eyes. His body would coil itself like a snake who had caught its prey on to the Kryptonian, discharging radiation bursts at her eyes which most likely would cause her to blast heat vision to get Negative Man off.

A garbled shriek would be let out by the nuclear ghost as the heat vision intensified. His teammates needed to capitalize on what little distraction he was causing at the moment.
As the meeting concluded, Lucas placed his right hand on his heart and bowed to his gracious hosts. Taking his leave, he exited the throne room and went in search of his steed. To his surprise and convenience, the moogles that had retrieved him from his world had prepared his iron horse and the rest of his equipment just outside the palace where gardens bloomed. He nodded at the small cherubs for their prompt attentiveness before noticing an odd looking woman in Victorian garb engaging in herbology. This new world was full of oddballs and Lucas felt right at home.

With his gear in check, a servant in uniform escorted him to his quarters and Lucas was pleasantly surprised at the accommodations. "If you could grab me a bottle of the finest Italian wine from the cellar and a pitcher of water, that'd be great." he told the guide, before sending them away. He hadn't seen a bed in lord knows how long but rest was not for the wicked. The books on the shelves immediately caught his attention, grabbing one about the Original Timeline in the hopes of knowing how the American civil war actually concluded. Lucas opened the text's table of contents and flipped towards the page number of interest while getting into a comfortable position on his bed. In fact, it was such comfortable position that he fell asleep two pages into his readings.

Smack! The heavy book would leave a mark on his face as his hands loosened their grip. Surely, he was only out for a brief time yet it felt like an eternity. On his desk were the requested drinks, further confusing his sense of time as he doesn't recall when those were delivered. He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth though, popping the cork off the wine bottle and dipping his hands in the pitcher to wash his face. A quick swig and he was back on his feet, ready to explore the rest of the castle since reading without pictures was too boring.

His natural curiosity for wandering lead him to the training room, where it seemed Lilliana was about to spar with the shieldbearer. "Ah! Young miss, I see you're to strengthen your resolve against one of the Emperor's finest. Cheers to you and show him what for!" Lucas would say before downing another chug of liquor.

@The 42nd Gecko



Finally got my post in.

As a sidenote though, I forgot to tag the relevant people in regards to it so I'll do it here. @Letter Bee @The 42nd Gecko
Lucas smiled as his demands were met, fueling his ego and clearing his prior hesitations. “Then I shall rise now as Sir Lukaz Apó to Vyzántio und de Italia. As for the concerns regarding the governance of the estates, I shall leave it to the administrators that already rule the lands. In fact, add to their treasury the respective stipends that would have been granted to me.” Such a move would hopefully not disrupt the delicate political landscape of Renovation while building good relations with his new liege, Lucas had hoped. He then turned his attention to Tocsax. “Fun fact about my world. The rulers of a German principality known as Lichtenstein never visited the lands they were sovereign of. The title was mostly ceremonial.”

With his business and loyalty secured, Lucas continued to listen in about the princesses and the Seekers. He simply nodded, noting to himself that this was a race against a clock that they couldn’t even see. The matters of the X-Blade’s potential were still unclear to him but if he was granted all of his demands with no resistance then it was probably beyond his mortal understanding. He soon quickly realized the gravity of the situation he had found himself and doubt began to sink in once more. They needed to act now!.. However, before he could go lament even further, his trail thought would be interrupted by a passing statement from Lily.

“I suppose knights were once idealized paragons of virtue… And your talk of inspiring people to do good is admirable. Perhaps we has humans, no matter how flawed we may be, should strive towards these ideals so others will follow in our footsteps.” Lucas said, smiling. “Fair warning though. The battlefield is not kind to children and those without a hardened heart.”
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