Name: Franky Lonnas
Age: 27
Class: Barbarian
Weapons: Iron Axe, Devil Axe, Hatchet
Fighting Style: "Swing Strong, Swing Swift, Do not stop swinging" Franky appreciates that the world is full of smart, cunning strategists and tacticians, of which he is not one. Instead of picking the right moment to strike, Franky is much more interested in making (read, 'forcing) an opportunity by swinging at an in coming foe and gauging afterwards which one of them is still standing. His impressive stamina, strength and speed would seemingly swing the odds in his favour, but his lack of precision will become quite the obvious drawback when he's faced with something he cannot simply bash to smithereens with the business end of a trusty Axe. Typically Franky will hold two axes, one in each hand, which contributes to his bad accuracy in swings, but also to the frequency of said swings.
Personality: Franky is a romantic adventurer. He likes excitement and the experience of new things, to the point of being willing to get into to trouble to reach, claim and witness them, which is why the life of a sea faring pirate took to him so naturally. Franky doesn't have the typical regard for death. He is neither afraid of it, nor fearless of it. Should his live ever come to an end, he will accept it and the life he has lead, being content, but until that dying breath he will fight for each second and each possibility for a new adventure. It's what makes him prone to gambling even at the highest stakes for his next opportunity so quickly.
He is a man of debts, paying those that he owes and being a stickler when he is owed a favour. This even goes as far as to having a personal issue stealing from someone without their knowledge. While Franky, as a pirate, will lay claim to treasure and loot that he or his crew/troop set their eyes on, he will always warn his victim aforetime of his intentions, to give them the opportunity to fight for or concede the loot in question.
On the contrary, Franky find typical life very boring as it usually constitutes repeating the same thing one did yesterday and the day before that, and the day before
that till the last day of your life, whether in a time of peace or war. Whenever he finds himself for one reason or another, living such a life, Franky's attitude is very apathetic, sardonic and sarcastic as if he is emotionally detached from what is happening. No matter how extreme or monumental the situation is, if it's part of a routine, Franky will respond pretty non plussed. When Franky is in his element, however, Franky tends to gets absorbed in his own space. He talks as if he is remarking to himself or even in monologue, instantly assuming that no one else around him will appreciate why this moment is so important to him.
It should be noted that (not surprisingly) Franky is not is true first name.
History: Franky was born in a small village within Bravura near the coast. War was a commonplace, overhanging factor of life, as was farming and trickling of river water round the banks of the village. Before long, Franky got bored of it. All of it. It wasn't just the notion of simply farming in a modest, simple life, but it was the absolution of knowing that by walking in almost any direction he would only find the
exact same lifestyle in the next village over. Almost... barring one. Franky would find himself daydreaming glancing at the sea, which held differing features upon its breast dependant on the season of the year and time of day alone. The idea that out there was no system of living, no expectation of tomorrow excited so much that he was ponder the idea of literally walking into the sea with his eyes open just to see how far he could get before drowning and what he might be able to see. When he was 12, his village was visited by a crew of sea-adventurers who docked near-by and traded gold and jewels for fresh crops and materials. They stayed for a little over a week and camped in the plains, stretching their legs on dry ground before going out to another trek across the waves. Every night, Franky would visit the pirate camp to hear stories about their adventures, their scars, their sea-names and all the things they have found. He understood through their laughter and tone that some of the stuff they described was silly and untrue, but the fact they had the freedom and light heartedness to say such things was enough.
Franky stowed away on the pirate ship as it left, leaving a note for his parents apologizing for his escape, but explaining that he wanted a different life. The captain of the ship explained to Franky that he figured the boy would do something like that, and how many pirates enter the seas in a similar fashion. From then on, Franky embraced the life of a pirate until he became a crew captain of his own. On a recent expedition, Franky had his men raid a ship off the Bravuran coast, believing it to be a rival pirate crew who was rumoured to have picked up talisman's of ancient legend. It happened to be a secret military convoy hold the Bravuran Ambassador returning from a secret summit. Franky was arrested, but because of his actions are a rather peaceable pirate to those on the mainland, barring this one incident, the authorities granted him mercy for his lack of a bounty and his Bravuran nationality being given the choice to lend his aid to the Bravuran cause as a secret courier/transporter with the neighbouring continents or suffer the gallows.
Rationale: Franky quickly got bored of working for his country just to stave execution. He got wind from one of the officials he couriered across the continent of a task force looking for a way to end the ongoing conflict once and for all outside of the perpetuating war. Seeing an opportunity gamble on a quick way out of his suspended sentence, Franky had his crew vouch for him will he disappeared to find the man leading the this legion and offer his services so he could finally get back to his one true love, the open seas.
Appearance: Franky is stocky, middling hieght man with dark skin and dreadlockes. His shoulders are broad and his frame muscle-bound. His eyebrows are long and a little thick, being very expressive. He has brown narrow eyes and a broad nose beset by a grand beard. He is typically bare-chested, wearing nothing on top bar a headwrap, whose ends taper far down his back like a headband and tape for his hands and wrists. He wears baggy three-quarter pants and boots.
