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Name: Franek D'Grand
Age: 24
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Hair: Long, in a ponytail and Dyed Sparkling grey
Beard: Pointy lil' goatee, dyed as his hair.
Eyes: Pale ocean-blue.
Height: 5'5feet
Weight: Varying from 7.8 stones to 8.

Being as ill favored by the gods you can be, Franek has been eating strange mushrooms and smoking nightshade for almost as long as he remembers. He has the pupils of a 100 year-old geezer, small and glares at stuff. Tends to flip out at certain occasions and usually over small things. He often complains about dry mouth and does mostly anything to get his mouth moist. The mushrooms he eats tend to make him thin, bony or whatever that you would define a skeleton with skin on. He is pale and has shaky hands. He walks with fragile steps and tends never to stand fully straight. often curling his arms around his chest.

He does not know about personal safety, as he forgot this some time ago, and tends to expose himself to dangers of the varied sort.

His birthplace is Britain, and as far as he knows his father was a jailor and his mother was unknown, most likely a servant of Mondain, which his father was the jailor over. His father died when he was around twelve, as a result of old age. That's when hell broke loose for Franek, he started stealing, smoking nightshade and eating mushrooms, and have done that on a daily basis this far. He has little to no combat experience, but became the apprentice of a Mage in Britain, which he mostly leeched nightshade, but learned a few things from.

In his dreams he tend to dream about the, for him, newly discovered Avatar and how he usually flies with him in the air. As a result of terrible hallucinations and a hurting stomach he gets little sleep at night. usually hes awake for days straight until he colapses, just so he can get the little sleep he can.

His reason for joining the Baronship as a Guardsman was mostly over nostalgic reasons towards his father. And the lure of The Avatar. Which has this far become the higher aim for Franek to go for, He wishes to join the avatar in the twisted imagination of his own where the avatar sits on benches and eats grass, while flying Kaldorians and Yewmen fly by.

The shrewd mind of Franek is not to be trifled with, its dangerous and you might trigger something bad.