[hider=Francis Siegfried]
[b]Name:[/b] Francis Siegfried
[b]Faction:[/b] Order
[b]Species:[/b] Human
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 16
[b]Appearance:[/b] Awkward, awkward adolescence has given Fraaaaaaaan-cis height, but denied him grace; he is a gawky 16 year old barely done with his growth spurt and has not entirely acclimated to the changes. Last year, he wore short-sleeved button-down shirts and thick glasses. Now he's discovered heavy metal, rebellion and an excuse to grow his hair out long on top, shaved on the side. He was only wearing clip-on earrings until it was discovered by Valentia, who turned it into something to amuse the school's higher caste with. As a result, he went and got the real thing done under the needle, gritting his teeth all the way. He still has to play in the marching band, and therefore is a card carrying dork in good standing no matter how many piercings he gets.

[b]Personality:[/b] Nerds don't have personalities, their big brains don't necessarily allow for those. He has a sense of humor, but nothing a real (cool) person would recognize as such. Too much Monty Python and other British comedy. Oh, and a huge Red Dwarf fan. The dude lives and breathes Battlestar Galactica, and squees at Star Trek anything. Of course, in public, it's METALLLLLLLLLLLLL! To be fair, he loves Metal, but feels compelled to overcompensate about it.

[b]History:[/b] Francis is the scion of two heroic bloodlines; that of a brutal and dangerous warrior of unparalleled prowess and a devious and powerful ancient sorcerer...and neither of them particularly liked each other. It's safe to say they hated each other's guts. So it was with mutual horror as the spirits of these men watched two of their descendants meet at a blind date thing as the wingman of each other's friends and hit it off. 

Then they had a kid, and that was Francis, cursed with two sets of great spirit ancestors...whom he could hear arguing all through childhood. He was put on happy drugs and given too much therapy. Now his parents and his psychiatrist have weaned him off the drugs and he can hear his ancestors arguing again. They can only agree on two things; one is that the Demon Lord is rising again.

The other is that Francis is never going to get fucking laid.

Even at band camp.

Which is pathetic.

[b]Skills:[/b] Average student, marching band member (drums) and all around dork. Will fill this out as we move further in.

[b]Magic:[/b] Right now, he has two spirits arguing all the time. Will develop the abilities in line with the plot. Whatever Francis does, he's bound to disappoint someone-- including during the D&D games, where his ancestors get even more annoying than usual, crushing one of his few social pleasures. Gosh, being a teenager sucks.[/hider]