Frankie's never been good at connecting with people. She's tried, but she's given up on it. People have described her as broody, arrogant, snobbish, and even those few who she considers superficial friends see her as distant. Those who don't know her say that she has an air of mystery; there's something undeniably attractive about her, but the more people get to know her the more people recognize her for what she is: Someone who simply doesn't know what to do about other people. She learned young that people around her will use her for her money, and she's never been sure if she's okay with that or not. A part of her wants to have a real, genuine friend, but another part of her is perfectly okay with buying whatever pale imitation of that relationship people will provide. More often than not this conflict of desires makes her appear abrasive and distant, her inabillity to decide on how to interact with people causing her to revert to her default state- that of a contemptuous rich girl.

However, despite her gruff exterior Frankie does have her moments of genuine humanity. When the part of her that wants to connect with people comes out she very nearly becomes the person she wants to be- a warm, caring girl that is genuinely likeable. Indeed, deep inside her is a nice person. Like an onion, Frankie has layers. Beyond her desire to be a better person, or perhaps because of it, Frankie does feel some sort of deep sadness. She's never been able to pinpoint it, but she knows that there's something about her life that she's deeply unsatisfied with. Perhaps she merely wants someone to tell her no. There was a time where she had that someone, but now she's desperately trying to establish that very same relationship again.

Still, despite this, there are other qualities that define her. She has a strong sense of pride in the Vrodiskovich name, believing her family's history to be one of the most important thing about her. She's also a perfectionist, always conducting herself in a way that lives up to the aforementioned name. Although some would say that she lords over others with her status she believes it to be a natural extension of her and her family's superiority- she's a Vrodiskovich, after all.





Born to a rich family in Maefeld spanning generations, she had everything she could ever want since the day she was born. Whether it be toys, food, or clothes, there was nothing she was refused. One sweltering summer day, when her bodyguards were as tired as her maids, she slipped their heat-dulled eyes to roam the city on her own despite clear and constant instruction throughout her life to never venture the streets alone.

She was one of the Vrodiskovichs after all; taking care of herself would be easy.

Or so she had thought to herself in all the arrogance of childhood.

Predictably, Franceska lost herself in the huge city with nothing but money in her pockets and starkly opulent clothes on her back. She was too proud to admit her mistake however, and too proud to ask for help from anyone else in the city--not when she looked so wealthy it would shame the silk trim and semiprecious stones on her coat to stoop as low as requesting assistance from less affluent citizens. It was then that Bailey, a young girl about her age, approached the lost aristocrat with nary a glance for her finery and only concern for the panic lining Franceska's features. There was something about that girl that captured her attention. Franceska had simply ordered her to find out where her parents were, but the girl simply refused with a smile on her face, calmly explaining why she couldn't: she had no idea where they were, after all.

Bailey simply kept her company until her servants finally located her, chatting about her pet cat (Sticker) and her annoying little brother who kept pouring all her shampoo down the drain whenever they argued. Pointless things, but they kept Franceska from panicking. Helped prop up the veneer she was trying so hard to maintain, even at that age. And it was the first time Franceska had ever been refused anything, unreasonable demand or otherwise, and the first time she had ever felt that angry. But--regardless of how much she tried insulting and berating Bailey with a tantrum fit for five, regardless of how irritating it was that the girl treated her (a Vrodiskovich!) like she wasn't anything special--Franceska took a shine to her.

A rough, unpolished shine that would only grow brighter as the years passed.

Sometimes, in the quiet hours of night, just before sleep took her away, Franceska would dare to admit they were friends.

They remained steadfast friends for years. But nothing lasts forever.

A year before Franceska enrolled in St. Fortuna's, Bailey's family fell on hard times. Life happens and small restaurants sometimes fail, something Bailey did her best to hide until her family couldn't bear the weight of debt any longer and decided to sell the house. Of course Franceska found out--it was bound to happen sooner or later, especially when her best friend started packing to move.

She had offered money with good intentions (that was her allowance money, after all). She really had. It wasn't because she was rich and flaunting her wealth. It wasn't because she was trying to prove something. It wasn't because she was trying to show Bailey exactly how deep the chasm was between their lives.

"I'm not pitying you! Why are you--"

She just wanted her friend to stay near. Was that so wrong?

It never made sense to her (and she struggled with comprehending even now) why Bailey looked so angry that day. Why she had thrown a stack of cash back at Franceska's face like it was garbage. And after all the trouble she had gone through to withdraw that money and pack it into a tidy suitcase, too. It was supposed to have helped. So why did it look like she had broken Bailey's heart?

She didn't understand then, so she had only followed the one emotion that made any sense: fury.

Words flew like bullets and accusations cut to the core of their friendship. By the time she slapped Bailey across the face while parroting a line from her father about people needing to know their place, Franceska hadn't even realized her hand had moved.

It was the last time she saw her childhood friend. Bailey refused to talk to her again after that. Refused to answer the door whenever she tried to visit.

Soon enough, the family had moved away from the high living costs of the metropolis and Franceska had convinced herself by then that she simply didn't care enough to find out where. She didn't need Bailey. Hell, she didn't even need a friend.

She was a Vrodiskovich after all; taking care of herself would be easy.

Congratulations! You’re accepted! Your character’s ability is Fire Immunity! An Athletic Ability, your character is totally immune to burns and damage from flames, and doesn’t even feel warm near fire! This extends to burns from the sun or fire magic! However, this has a drawback, as your character can’t get warm near fire! Winter’s gonna be rough, bundle up tight! In addition, heat from other elements can warm and damage you, such as hot metal, scalding water, or searing air. Don’t go sitting on any stovetops! Currently, your character is immune to minor to moderate flames, and can withstand temperatures up to 200˚ F. In time, you can cultivate a total immunity to even the strongest flames, and withstand even greater temperatures! That’s hot stuff!

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