Post by magnus franklin on Nov 24, 2010 16:35:41 GMT -5
I WAS BORN FEBUARY, NINETH AND AM NOW 46
MAGNUSIAIN
FRANKLIN
MAGNUSIAIN
FRANKLIN
NICKNAMES: .44 MAGNUM, MAGGOT
SEX: MALE
ORIENTATION: STRAIGHT
JOB: POLICE FORCE
FAMILY:
SIMONE LAURA FRANKLIN (NEE ST JAMES) - WIFE - THIRTY-SIX
BREE HANNELORE FRANKLIN - DAUGHTER - FIVE
ALICE AMELIA FRANKLIN - DAUGHTER - TEN
MAGNUS IAIN FRANKLIN SR - FATHER - SEVENTY-NINE
LAUREL JOAN FRANKLIN (NEE- WHITE) - MOTHER - SEVENTY
HECTOR TALCOTT FRANKLIN - BROTHER - FORTY-SEVEN
HARRY JAMES FRANKLIN - BROTHER - FORTY-EIGHT
RALPH ALAN FRANKLIN - BROTHER - FIFTY
EYES: THE WEIRDEST SHADE OF GREEN-BLUE-GREY-YELLOW
HAIR: SHAVEN, NATURALLY BROWN
HEIGHT: SIX-THREE
WEIGHT: TWO-TWENTY
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
TATTOOS: CROSSHAIR ON BASE OF STERNUM (FOLLOW THE CURVE OF YOUR RIBS, ITS RIGHT SMACK BAM ON THAT BIT WHERE THEY MEET)
PIERCINGS:
BRIEF PAST:
THE YOUNGEST BROTHER OF FOUR, MAGNUS WAS CONSIDERED THE LAST CHANCE STAN OF A FAMILY WHO'S OTHER BOYS HAD ALREADY LOST THEIR MORALS OR NOBLY JUMPED SHIP. NOT EVEN A YEAR INTO HIS LIFE AND HE WAS ALREADY THE BOY WHO WAS SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED, BULLIED, OPPRESSED BY HIS SIBLINGS. IGNORED BY HIS MOTHER. SO HE HAD A THING FOR GIRLS. PRETTY CHICKS, GALS, WHATEVER. IT CARRIED INTO HIS WORK. BUST A BROTHEL IN A COKE RAID? ANY BITCH YOU WANTED WAS THE BARTERING TOOL TO A CLEARED NAME. SPOILS OF THE WAR, COURSE. IT WAS FAIR GAME. OF COURSE HE HAD A STRING OF GIRLFRIENDS. OF COURSE HE WAS GETTING IN DEEP WITH THE CROOKED ENDS OF A CRACKING CITY. OF COURSE HE LEFT A WIFE TO WATCH HIS DINNER GOING COLD-- HELD UP AT THE OFFICE, DEAR, BE BACK SOON. OF COURSE HE LOVED THOSE FUCKING KIDS WITH ALL HIS HEART. HE WAS A MIDDLE-AGED-JOE DESPERATE TO LIVE THE ROCK 'N' ROLLA LIFE HE'D SEEN ON TV. HE WANTED TO DIE A STEVE MCQUEEN. JAMES DEAN. MAGNUS IS THE GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE HE'S BEEN RUN INTO HIS JOB TOO MANY TIMES AND TOO MANY TIMES HE'S HIT THE WALL AND THE WALL BUSTS BACK AND THATS WHY HE LOOKS SO FUCKING TIRED ALL THE FUCKING TIME.
LOOK AT HIM. HE WAS A DREAMER. A MAN ENCOMPASSED IN NOTHING BUT RESPONSIBILITIES HE COULDN'T OWN UP TO AND A GOAL NOT SO FAR FROM HIS FINGERS. YET, HE WAS A BRILLIANT DREAMER. A THOUGHTFUL TACTICIAN AND ON THE OUTSIDE, HE HAD IT ALL UNDER CONTROL. A CONTROL SO MUCH UNDER CONTROL IT WARPED ITSELF INTO A TWISTING ARROGANCE - A TRAIT THAT OFTEN LED A DREAMER INTO ACTION. THERE WERE ALWAYS CONSEQUENCES.MY NAME IS ANYA AND I FOUND HATG WHEN I WAS CREEPING OTHER FORUMS
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