Name:
Franciszek Stanowski
Arcana:
The Star
Birthday:
September 2nd
Appearance:
Frankie's a moderately-lean figure in build, though not quite frail, and holds the minimum portrayal of athleticism. He's short of any sort of facial hair - alternatively, he has a decent flush of dirty-blonde hair atop his head, paired with an icy-blue eye tone. His uniform often isn't any different from its default, newly bought style: the blazer remains loosely fit, the trousers and shoes are clean enough to pass, and he only often wears glasses for reading for long periods of time. The only standout difference is the small white scarf he often wraps and tucks beneath his blazer, whether around the hip or on show around the neck. In winter, he brandishes an olive parka, but all else remains much the same.
Reputation:
Not so much a remarkable one. He's known by name, maybe by class too, but whilst he isn't shy of socialising, he hasn't set his foot in the door enough to be of any inherit value.
Background:
Franciszek Stanowski hails from a quiet, little Polish family, consistent of himself, and a divorced mother and father, both split ten or so years back. Originally, Franciszek - or Frankie when anglicised for school, had grown up for the first five years of his life in Leeds, before moving southward to Sussex. His family could never boast much economic freedom, and regularly walked the line between the middle and working class social status. Much of his home and school life was without prominence yet he did his best to maintain good grades throughout his early-to-mid educational years. Where he excelled was in his literary interests, having spent so much time reading as both a hobby and as an initial way to catch up to his peers.
His offer to attend Harbour Academy came with much excitement initially. What was seen as a chance to brighten the news within his household, thankfully funded by a scholarship, the distance felt at home with his father soon dampened the chance to celebrate, and Frankie has since arrived at the academy with little direction to call his. The fault of a quiet, lonesome and bothered life quickly seemed to return to his catatonic state of inaction, and valueless ends.
Misc. :
- Duck Chow Mein noodles remain the food to his heart. Blessed be the local noodle shop during his childhood.
- His favourite book as an answer often changes throughout the week.
- That white scarf of his doesn't have a brand label on it, and is somewhat shoddily made. It's a wonder if it even keeps him warm or not.
- He's capable of holding conversation in Polish, as was the usual at home, though it's in a limited, casual sense.
Weapon:
A decently sized metal staff.
Persona:
KnuckerBorn of the Star Arcana, the unnamed Knucker doesn't quite tote the sense of hope and joy for the future as expected, but the altruistic path is often encouraged by the beast itself, as both an honourable but also self-neglectful path to take. Moveset:
The Elements of Blessing; alongside the typical self-strengthening defensive effect, evocative of one's absolute stubbornness to have shut himself off.
Banned
