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PLAYER INFO
Name/Nickname: Rose
Age: 21
Journal: belial_levia
AIM: angelic trap
Email: vampire_prince_belial@hotmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Fran
Canon: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Point taken from canon: Just before Ghost begins draining them in the final battle
Age: 23 (canon states Early-Mid 20's)
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo40/Sai_Kun_93/Reborn/Fran/franbonito.jpg
Background: http://reborn.wikia.com/wiki/Flan
Personality: The most obvious thing about Fran is his apathy. No matter what's happening to him or around him, he almost always has the same blank and uncaring look. Hardly anything phases him no matter what's going on. Even as someone's stabbing knives into his back or stabbing him with a trident, he barely even acknowledges it aside from slight complaining and asking them to please stop. Which is another part of his personality actually, he's obviously very self-disciplined. He can control his emotions better than anyone known. Pain, fear, distress, happiness, depression... None of it is able to break through the cold mask he has made for himself.
His apathetic mask, however, is highly contradictory to the rest of his personality. Fran has been known to be very sarcastic and mocking to anyone and everyone, even his own partners, master and allies. No matter what is said Fran usually has something to say about it or at the very least, some way to make fun of the person. With Belphegor Fran constantly refers to him as a Fallen Prince, knowing that his princely status is the one thing Bel prides the most. He also insults and breaks Bel's knives knowing that it would also get to him. Even his Master who he obviously respects to some degree isn't spared by Fran's nature. The boy comments on Mukuro's habit of always wanting to take credit even for things he didn't do and more often than not makes fun of him for his hairstyle looking like a pineapple. In both cases not even bodily harm gets him to stop his mocking, which of course they both stab him every time he does such. And just like always, he just gives a sarcastic complaint and even throws in some crocodile tears now and then.
Fran is also a highly playful individual. He loves games and pranks more than anything. Once again, total contradiction to his emotionless demeanor. When it comes to his enemies he prefers to play with them more than cause actual physical harm. He's also more known to use his illusions to fake people's deaths in order to run away. As such, he seems oddly fascinated with the blood and gore that comes along with it. Claiming that he has to make sure it looks as real as possible and is always quite pleased with his work; particularly the times when he makes it look like Belphegor died. That's pretty much his main goal to become an illusionist was being able to fool people and mess with them for his own amusement. He's very proud of his skills and makes a complaint when Mukuro tries to claim the glory for himself.
That's another thing about Fran. Even though he's a member of the mafia and the student of a man who wants to destroy the world, he seems to have a bit of a hero complex. Not in the sense that he goes out of his way to help people, but he seems to like the idea of being a hero. It goes as far as him explaining to Belphegor that in order to open his box weapon he had an elaborate hero pose that had to be done but because of the frog hat he's forced to wear he was unable to raise his hands above his head to complete his motions like he wanted to. Though despite all his power, he tends to be rather lazy as well at times. He'd much rather prefer pushing off his workload on someone else if at all possible so he won't have to lift a finger himself.
One other thing about him that's not quite as obvious as the rest is the fact that despite everything, Fran is loyal and mostly obedient. Whenever he's given an order from someone he's working for, he always follows through. Even when Squalo commanded that he had to go out on a search with Belphegor he did little more than give a few complaints and insults before following through anyways. Fran also risked a lot by using his illusions to trick Vindice, the impenetrable prison where the most dangerous criminals to the mafia are held, into releasing his Master. By actually pulling it off and getting Mukuro free, it's said that Fran is one of the only three illusionists in the world powerful enough to be able to pull something like that off.
Abilities/Strengths:
x Illusions: Fran is one of the three most powerful illusionists in the world
x Varia Mist Ring: A strong Mist class ring with the symbol of Varia on it
x Hell Ring: The 666 Hell Ring, the "Unlucky Ring", brings 666 times of misfortune and then one time of fortune.
x Bel Box Weapon: Most useless of his abilities. A Bel-in-the-box that emits a small shield of Mist Flames
Weaknesses: Fran's seemingly inability to register actual pain can be considered a major weakness seeing as how pain is a necessity in order to survive. Also his inability to keep his thoughts to himself and freely insult others, even those stronger than him. Those two things combined, it's a miracle Fran hasn't gotten himself killed yet. (Not from lack of trying on Bel's part though)
Defining Quote(s): [OPTIONAL]
Real? Illusion? Deceiving pleasant feeling
Using the power like it’s a habit
I'm a top magician.
Fooling around freely
Being honest is instant death
Cool down the fever, let’s rampage
The deep crimson forest is Me’s Wonderland
Hey, it’s over here and there too
It’s full of me
Come here and play, Me’s Wonderland
Which one is the real one? Try to find out with your life
Severe? Irrational? Extreme feelings
Agitate the simple senior
I'm a top magician.
Muddle around freely
If you’re absent-minded, it will end
Don’t feel relieved, let’s get confused
The sticky blood forest is Me’s Wonderland
Hey, catch up with the back filled with silver knives
Let’s play, Me’s Wonderland
The real one? Try to find out with your life
The deep crimson forest is Me’s Wonderland
Hey, it’s over here and there too
It’s full of me
Come here and play, Me’s Wonderland
Which one is the real one? Try to find out with your life
So, who will be the survivor?
Other: Anything else we should know about your character? Any pertinent/important headcanon information should go here.
Action Writing Sample: [The video clicks on to show Fran sitting next to a small pond. From the awkward angle of the feed, it seems it was turned on accidentally as Fran was simply toying with it a bit. He looks just as he always does except for a very small hint of amusement. There doesn't seem to be anything in particular to be amused about. He appears to simply be sitting there, his pants rolled up to his knees as he idly kicks his feet in the water.]
There's enough people around, but I wonder if any of them are any fun.
[The Hitomi is set aside, a large blue eye in the corner of the screen shows it was placed on top of his usual hat that was sitting next to him. He reaches down in order to splash some water across his face but pauses. Right there in front of him on a lily pad is a frog. He stares at the animal for a second before reaching over and pulling the lily pad out from under it, causing the poor creature to fall into the water. Looking oddly satisfied he reaches for the water again. But once again, he's stopped as more frogs pop out of the pond.
He blinks once, twice, and then pulls his feet out of the water. Before he realizes it there's at least ten frogs croaking and hopping around him.]
Shoo. Shoo.
[His attempts to swat away the frogs does nothing but cause a few of them to hop on his legs. Slowly, he turns to stare deadpanned at the Hitomi.]
This isn't funny.
Third Person Writing Sample:
Darkness swirls around you as you make your way through the dense underbrush of the forest. But, something's not quite right. There is no crackling of leaves, no solid ground beneath your feet. And yet, you continue to walk on seemingly nothing, pushing past the leaves and the branches which block your way. You continue walking for what seems like forever, always the same unchanging leaves brushing against your skin.
That's when you hear it, softly at first, and slowly growing in volume. Sweet, innocent voices flitting through the dead silence you've known for so long.
London bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London bridge is falling down
My fair lady
That's when you begin to notice the leaves you've become so accustom too are changing as well. It starts off small, tiny droplets catching on your hand, smearing against your cheek. Warm and thick, more and more of the liquid, of the blood, begins emitting from the foliage around you until it begins to fall. But not towards your feet, no. The light rain of blood is falling up, passed your head. That's when you look up, or down in this case, and realize you've been walking on the forest canopy the entire time. Strangely, you are not surprised to see the mist covered ground so far above you. Not minding the blood, you try to continue and walk on only to trip over a branch which wasn't there before.
The crack from the branch breaking is almost deafening to your ears and before you even realize you were falling in the first place an almost unbearable pain shoots down your spine from the impact of meeting the ground so quickly. A minute, perhaps two or three, passes by and you merely lay there, staring at what was once your pathway now so far out of your reach. The blood is still trickling down from the leaves, a light rain of red breaking through the swirls of mist coating the forest floor. For a brief moment you consider simply staying there on the ground. It's so much easier than actually getting up after all. But then those voices break through the silence once more, louder and clearer than before.
Take a key and lock her up
Lock her up, lock her up
Take a key and lock her up
My fair lady
You stand slowly, the pain in your back is still quite noticeable but you don't even acknowledge it and instead attempt to brush yourself off. Hands slicking over warm, wet leather cause you to look down at yourself. Yes, the blood was still there. And by now it was practically coating every inch of you. A hand idly raises to adjust something on your head, much too heavy to be anything conventional but it's keeping your hair from being just as drenched in the warm liquid as the rest of you so for once you don't feel like complaining. You feet begin moving forward once more before you even decide you want to find what you're searching for. It's a pull, a need keeping you moving towards where the voices are coming from. Gradually, the singing begins to get louder and before you realize it your own voice raises quietly to join in.
How will we build it up
Build it up, build it up
How will we build it up
My fair lady
As you move deeper into the forest, the mist begins to thicken and rise around your legs. Swirling in an unnatural fashion it seems almost taunting you by obstructing your path and forcing you to only rely on your ears to find the way. But as you draw nearer, not only is the singing beginning to grow louder but the drops of blood from above are becoming larger, raining down harder with every step until each movement you make is accented by the splash of the puddles covering the ground. Despite that, your voice raises with the children in the distance.
Build it up with silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Build it up with silver and gold
My fair lady
The pain from your fall before has faded into nothing by this point and yet you feel a sharp pain shoot through your left shoulder. You make no move to acknowledge it though, not a single falter in your step. You keep walking forward even as more and more sharp pains, knives, begin plunging into your back one after the other. Beneath your jacket you can feel the blood, your own now, soaking your back and causing your undershirt to become just as blood drenched as the rest of you. Even still, your voice continues to sing along to the haunting melody without a single hitch.
Gold and silver I have none
I have none, I have none
Gold and silver I have none
My fair lady
Finally, you come into a clearing and find the source of the voices. Not children as you had assumed, but small frog-like humanoids. For some reason this seems to annoy you in a way that not even the knives, which are still sticking out of your back, had managed. You turn away, fully intent on going back the way you came and trying to find your original pathway, only to find that where the forest pathway once was is now covered by thick red vines. You are not discouraged though, even by the blood rain turning into a downpour as you decide to cross the clearing to the other side. Already you have stopped singing, not wanting to associate with the odd creatures dancing in a circle in the middle of the clearing, but as you pass them their voices raise. No longer is it the soft alluring melody it once was. Rather now a darker tone, higher pitched and so loud it almost feels as if your ears will start to bleed on their own.
Build it up with needles and pins
Needles and pins, needles and pins
Build it up with needles and pins
My fair lady
But even still, you show no signs of discomfort other than rapid blinking to clear the blood from blocking your limited vision. The mist still swirls around you in a teasing manor, drifting on ahead towards the only other exit from the clearing. An exit which you notice begins to shrink at an almost alarming rate. You don't want to be stuck with the creatures, you make a run for it. The knives twist and turn in your back, some falling out while others merely cut at different angles and you still are not bothered. The only thing that matters is your escape is closing, and closing quickly.
Just as it's about to shut completely you make a dive, just barely making it through the vines before they close over. Only you don't hit the forest floor like you had anticipated. A large splash as your body impacts what seems to be a sea of blood, you try to reach for the surface but to no avail. There is no surface, no way to escape. Even though you know it's over, that you've finally lost the game, you don't panic. You merely hold your breath for as long as you can, drifting along the slight currents made in the almost burning liquid from your initial landing. You can't see, can't breath, but oddly enough you can still hear. Once more, those voices are soft and this time taunting as well.
Pins and needles bend and break
Bend and break, bend and break
Pins and needles bend and break
My fair lady
As you finally open your mouth, blood filling it and lungs, you think you see a faint wisp of mist. But that can't be. You've lost your ability to see anything but oblivion a while ago. And everything goes black.
--
[Fran seems rather calm as he gives a small yawn and stretches out after waking. He's used to dreams like that, though of slight more variety sometimes, so he doesn't even give it a second thought. Just another pleasant rest for him. He doesn't notice the Hitomi immediately, rather his first concern is taking off the ridiculous hat that's still upon his head.]
Ah. I wonder why I fell asleep in this stupid thing. That would explain the frog things at least. They normally aren't there.
[He places the hat aside and turns to examine his surroundings with an almost bored expression.]
Not an illusion. Senpai left me somewhere? Doesn't look like anywhere we were headed.
[That's when his eyes finally land on the Hitomi.]
I don't remember having something like this on me.
[The video shifts as he turns it over a few times, playing with a few buttons curiously-And then it clicks off.]