#bio: frankie

[neverfalling]

☼ BASICS ☼

NAME: Francesca “Frankie” Santiago BIRTHDAY: 2 December 1993 ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good AGE: 29 SPECIES: Vampire FACECLAIM: Lindsey Morgan

Frankie can be resilient, dauntless, and loyal, but also secretive, mercurial, and cynical. 

☼ BIOGRAPHY ☼

TW drugs, alcohol, death

Born in NYC to a couple who were not in any place to raise a child, but they tried. Food and shelter were always up in the air, and her parents never really had time for her around their own problems. When Frankie was nine, she was taken from her parents and placed into the foster system.

Traumatic, unstable younger years quickly shaped her into an angry, distrustful child who was passed from foster home to foster home and teacher to teacher whenever someone finally got sick of dealing with her. She spent a lot of her teenage years drunk or high as an alternative to dealing with her reality.

Her final foster home came when she was sixteen, and they tried their hardest to provide a safe environment for a teenager so used to people giving up. Despite a few monumental blowouts, her foster parents managed to help her get through high school with passing grades and an attendance record just barely good enough to graduate.

It took another couple of years for her to sort herself out. Eventually she enrolled in the police academy. She worked in the city for a few years, then sought detective positions and eventually took one on an island to the north called Grand Manan and moved there shortly after the new year in 2022.

At a local celebration that involved the drowning of Marzanna to usher in spring, something strange and violent happened. Her memories of everything that happened surrounding the drowning are hazy, but she recalls blood and pain and confusion before she blacked out completely.

Turns out that blackout was really death! A vampire--her partner, in fact--turned her to keep her from truly dying, but she’s not so sure it was a blessing. The hunger is violent, insistent, and endless, and that compounded with the new world of the supernatural cracked wide open for her has been overwhelming, to say the least.

Frankie’s trying to take things one day at a time, trying not to rip people apart as she tries to figure out her new existence as a monster. She doesn’t even get to sparkle in the sunlight, shit sucks ok.

#these are abby gifs ily #muse: frankie #bio: frankie #bio

[waveofstars]

FRANCESCA HAYES: bio + stats.

click here for stats read below for bio.

traits: studious, caring, aloof, cautious, critical, observant, gloomy, loyal, responsible, shy, over-thinker, altruistic, stubborn, fickle

aesthetic: november skies, old paintings, living ghost, nose in a book, too many cups of coffee, chapped lips, wandering mind, always lost, living in a shadow, autumn leaves, foggy days, art museum walks, sweaters & skirts, growing sideways

(tw: mention of death)

It was a gray November morning when Francesca Hayes took her first breath, seventeen minutes after her sister, Lilian Hayes, did. They came into this world together, and Francesca always believed they’d leave it together. The twin girls were a product of a failing marriage, one last ditch effort to salvage what was left by having a child - which turned out to be children. They grew up in a small town on the cold east coast in a modest home that always felt like a fortress to them come the winter months. Like most twins, Frankie and Lily were inseparable. 

Though they were identical, they were often polar opposites. Lily was loud and boisterous, she exuded golden light wherever she went. Frankie was quiet and angsty, stuck under a perpetual storm cloud. Their mother had given the duo the nickname of ‘the sun & the moon’. It was fitting enough, though Frankie always wondered why she couldn’t be as bright as her sister. The only light she had was reflected from Lily.

 She had always joked that her sister was ‘the pretty twin’. Lily was infectious with her bubbly personality and attracted many, while Frankie gave in often to loner tendencies. Lily was a talented artist, and Frankie was only a talented observer of art. She lived in the shadow of Lily, but that never hindered her love for her sister. In fact, she looked up at her sister as if those seventeen minutes Lily had before Frankie was born made her somehow wiser. Despite their differences, there was never a moment where they weren’t the absolute best friends. 

They had planned a life together. They would attend college, Lily for Fine Arts and Frankie for Art History. After college, they’d move to Italy with two of their closest friends and they’d live happily in a little villa in the countryside. Frankie would open a gallery or a museum and Lily would fill it with beautiful pieces of art. They had plans to travel, to explore all the places Frankie had obsessed with her whole life. There was a world map above Frankie’s bed with a drawn out plan she and Lily had come up with one night. They built a beautiful life for themselves, a detailed plan to escape their hometown together. 

But in the end, every plan is just a tiny prayer, a plea to the universe. 

 Halfway through college, the two were driving home for winter break whenever a drunk driver slammed into the driver’s side. The twins entered a hospital, but only one left. Lily took her last breath that day and Frankie was left wondering why she remained. Losing her sister was truly like losing a part of herself. In fact, it felt like losing the better parts of herself. The light that once reflected off of Lily and onto Frankie had disappeared. Darkness swallowed her up. 

Frankie finished school against all odds, but returned to her hometown instead of moving to Italy like they had planned. It felt impossible most days to be around her parents. The image of Frankie was just a reminder of the loss of their daughter. Sometimes she wondered if the wrong daughter died. 

The world kept moving on, but Frankie felt stuck in time. Instead of traveling or pursuing anything she once thought she’d be interested in, she got a job at a museum as a tour guide and worked as an apprentice to one of the art restoration specialists. As years passed, she became an art restoration specialist herself. The job made her feel close to Lily and all the paintings she created that should’ve been hung in museums. Art was so important to both of them, so she was happy to have a job that made sure people wouldn’t forget the beauty of it. 

Francesca Hayes doesn’t quite know how to be a person now that her sister is gone. Somehow, she’s still living in her shadow, silently passing through life like a ghost. The map above her bed still remains, but the fear of actually living frightens her more than anything else in this world.

#stats: frankie #bio: frankie

[puddleofpins]

people who misgender g3 Frankie while “critiquing” g3 designs and then ignore everyone correcting you in your comments, I’m swinging at you with my sword.

A popular media franchise makes a they/them-using nonbinary protag and it’s actually canon and they still can’t get any respect.

#monster high #frankie stein #monster high g3 #g3 frankie stein #this is directed at a specific tiktoker with ‘any pronouns’ in their bio and not only am I disappointed I’m also disgusted #literally how are you going to have ‘any pronouns’ and then blatantly ignore over 20+ comments of people correcting your ass #nonbinary people can’t have fucking anything I stg #We literally got main character representation. Frankie restates their pronouns constantly #tiktoker Jor-El: DO BETTER #I don’t care how embarrassed you are. Fucking take accountability and recognize that you misgendered them.

[ladiemars]

Frankie and Adam is paying for my therapists meals this week oh lord

yeah i don’t blame you. chapter seven of on thin ice was just a glimpse into my dark reality. a full stare into my twisted perspective would make most simply go insane

#ao3 link in my bio 💕 #mars talks #asks #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven #adam du mortain #frankie fairbanks #francine fairbanks

[jihoonzito]

one piece meme bios 🏴‍☠️

oh zoro me ensina a solar

jinbe i eu descendo a porrada no bolsonaro

eu amo tanto o luffy sera que sou o zoro?

nami, livros & tangerinas

eu i o brook observando o por do sol

sanji sou apenas sua

ace volta p mim por favorkkkkkkkkk

franky only meu

eu i o usopp dormindo de conchinha

smt (sanji meu tudo

esse ngc de amor nao eh p mim (robin amor te amo

penso apenas no luffy amo ele falo dele o dia todo sou biruta louca fascinada por ele

eu i o chopper cuidando de plantinhas

personalidade: ser fa de one piece

#one piece #meme bios #one piece bios #one piece meme bios #luffy #zoro #sanji #nami #usopp #chopper #brook #robin #franky #jinbe

[somnas-writes]

Concept: the straw hats are all really cool/not bothered by the complicated relationship to their biological parents

But the others aren’t

#Sanjis over the Vinsmokes but nobody else is #nami wakes up and sends hate towards the Vinsmokes #they take each others issues personally but never their own #Franky doesn’t hate his bio parents but sanji and robin sure do #they have a board labeled ‘dead beat parents’ #yassop dragon judge and frankys unnamed parents are the only names there #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece shitpost #somnas.rambles #somnas.writes #the straw hat pirates #the straw hats

[pohlepen]

seeing all these posts about siblings killing for each other just reminded me that frankie is the worst sister and the worst thing that happens to her brother and she really ruins his life just by existing and that's really fun for me <3333

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #( Owen needs a tag but ) #( its gotta be perfect and awful ) #( don't look at Frankie's bio it #needs updated )

[monster-high-reimagined]

I know I haven't been posting here a lot. Sorry. But I'm planning to come back.

Anyway. What I can give you is this.

The Stein Siblings. Frankie felt lonely and seeing how Clawdeen, Clawd and Howleen are always together. She made her own siblings.

They're still in sketch phases.

Snake (He/They) is the "oldest" brother. He's a musical genius but he prefers his electric guitar. He got a room in the catacombs. His neighbors love him. (They don't.)

Eve (She/Her) is the "oldest" sister. She holds the world record for speedrunning dating and got a boyfriend less then 24 hours of being alive. Then again it's Hoodude so it's like it was hard.

Alivia (They/Them) is the 2nd youngest sibling. They prefer to keep to themselves and study. Aiming to achieve academic greatness rivaling their father and grandfather.

Bolt (He/Him) is the youngest. Frankie ran out of corpse parts so she had to substitute with some prosthetics. Bolt generates the most electricity out of his siblings due to his constant running. It's hard for him to sit still.

#monster high #monster high reimagined #my art #character bio #frankie stein #snake stein #eve stein #alivia stein #bolt stein #family

[joyridingmp3]

did you change your name i couldve sworn it was reeya

yea i did!! but u can still call me that

#I've been trying to decide between frankie or roman for over a year now #anyway I considered leaving that other name in the bio too #but there's a Lot happening at my work in terms of being illegally surveilled #and maybe I'm being kinda paranoid but i just don't feel comfortable #with the idea of people having found/potentially finding my blog #but anyway #francis is my grandfathers name and he was a well travelled musician who played like 5 different instruments #and he had to flee to australia because he got arrested for killing a r*pist #and so naturally I respect him so much for that #he was a leo too #so i was like huh. frankie... ? #and then paying homage to mr iero who I have loved for over a decade doesn't hurt either #he was in a band called the continental travellers or something it's cute #little irish guy #ask #anon

[august-atwood]

@frankieking

Happy Birthday, babe!

I cannot wait to celebrate you & celebrate with you all weekend. I hope you like your presents and don’t think they’re too cheesy.

Love you! Your Auggie

Contents

Suitcase backpack (with 3 packing cubes) that fits under an airplane seat

Daisy passport & credit card holder

Not A Girl t-shirt

SDCC selfie printed on a canvas

#gifts given #gifts for frankie #(i cheated and looked at frankie's bio to see what their favorite flower is haha)

[phoenicafleecity]

OC REFS!!! YIPPEE!!!

#me forgetting artfight is coming up: ahahahaha #i’ll work on their bios AFTER i finish protags + special buddies for ocs posted on af (isabelle + frankie) #diego doodles #diego ocs

[seveneyesoup]

literally about to go mad w power

#frankie i am kissing you sloppy style for telling me about toyhouse #it’s got i think like literally everything i could. want #i’m tempted to stay up late again and write character bios but i’m not gonna #i gotta think about what even to include in them #like is this a guide for me to keep track of stuff? or do i wann go more comprehensive and include stuff that could be used as a guide for #writing them if i was like. not there #so stuff i take for granted is written out explicitly #idk! idk

[limesnlawnchairs]

After I finish (and post!!!) the monster mash character bios I'm gonna probably do some drawings of different outfits for them 👀 and possibly what their rooms look like (finally)

#i got a little wonk but i have only franky and eve left to draw for the bios... #i'm posting them here and making a page on the CF site :-)

[thelostsullivans]

BASIC INFORMATION

Name:  Francis Joseph Sullivan Nickname / Alias: Frankie Born:  July 25th, 1989 Age:  34 Hometown:  New York City, NY, USA Current location:  New York City, NY Gender / Pronouns:  genderfluid, they/he Sexuality / Attraction:  heteroromantic heterosexual Occupation:  Co-owner and manager of The Blue Lounge / general shithead / future Senator Family: John (incarcerated) and Ada (deceased) Sullivan, Michael Sullivan (brother - deceased), Bullet Sullivan (cousin), Luke O'Doherty (cousin), Reggie Santos Costa (cousin), , Robert Sullivan (paternal grandfather), Lake Sullivan and Ollie Wolfe (children - verse dependent)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim:  Ni.co Tor.tor.ella Hair color:  Brown Eye color:  Blue Height:  5′11

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:  Smart, born leader, funny, charming, charismatic Negative Traits:  Conniving, opportunistic, selfish, callous at times

BIO

Raised among a sea of crooked men including his father and uncle, the only shining lights in Frankie’s life were their younger brother Mikey and mother Ada – both of whom he was extremely protective. When they both passed away in a car accident, Frankie’s life turned upside down. He and his father John grew closer, if only due to loneliness, and the pair found a connection to John's criminal brother Kelly. Frankie suddenly found themself looking up to their uncle, a man they’d always been a bit afraid of, and connected deeper with him. After a while, John packed up his kid and moved him into a small apartment in Manhattan that his father Robert had loaned him. Soon, John's brother Kelly and his daughter Pearl, recent transplants from Santa Fe, New Mexico, joined them. The two older men then began a ‘business’ of crooked dealings, while Frankie and Bullet (as her father dubbed her) fended for themselves. Relying on what he knew of the life and using their cousin in every way he could manage, Frankie and Bullet struck up a bit of a gig themselves until their fathers got nabbed and thrown into prison. Left alone officially, the pair decided they'd continue to survive the way they had until their grandfather seized the opportunity to look good to his constituents and took them in. Life had improved, it seemed.

When the pair finally discovered just how awful their fathers were and what had gotten them thrown into prison, Frankie, lost and confused, decided to attempt to strike out on their own, leaving the crook in themself behind, determined to head off on the straight and narrow now that they had these new opportunities under their grandfather's care. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have a clue how to get through life without employing all the things that hindered him from keeping his nose clean, and soon he fell back on all of them.

#( frankie. / && bio. )

[bluejeanbaby]

FRANKIE SLATER, 29, RAGGED ROCKSTAR,  RITU ARYA FC, TAGS.

BASICS

NAME: Frances Maria Slater

DATE OF BIRTH (& AGE):  December 30th 1989. 35.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Manchester, UK

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Non-Binary They/she.

 BACKGROUND

Frankie had always had a way with words. Ever since they could hold a pencil they were writing. It had started with silly little poems and stories, but by the time she reached her teens she had a portfolio full of songs. As their collection of journals began to build up they needed to find a way to get it out. They’d always been drawn to music, humming and singing. Their mother was a very musical person. Yet out of all the instruments they could have reached for as a child, they went for the double bass.  As they grew older and realized how boring Orchestra playing had become for them they switched to bass guitar and their fate was sealed.

Frances father was an English professor and their mum stayed home. While their parents were loving and supportive they were also boring as all hell. By the time they reached secondary school they were longing for something more exciting. They started off by hanging around with the bad kids in school. Before long they were bopping around pubs, and finally they’d began to flirt with any cute musicians coming through Manchester.

It didn’t take long before they started dating a string of shitty guitarists and singers before finally meeting him. There were plenty of red flags hidden behind Frankie’s rose colored glasses. They were infatuated. Their boyfriend wasn’t really impressed with their writing or playing but after their bassist quit, Frankie was the bands only hope.

Within a year their boyfriend had gone from lead singer to back up, and Frances had become the lead of the band. The group was suddenly being offered record deals left and right, tours across the world, and better pay than any of them could ever imagine. Yet their boyfriend loomed over them like a dark cloud, trying to control Frankie however they could.

It was all over the tabloids. Messy public fights, screaming on stage, the drugs, the marriage, the divorce, the numerous rehab trips. Frankie wasn’t sure when they finally snapped out of it. It must have been being revived for the third time, or maybe the heartfelt letter their mother wrote them. A second divorce, a break in the band, and Frankie started their solo career. 

It was life changing. They still have to fight to stay clean, and they’re not sure they’ll ever be able to be the person they were before him, but slowly they’re becoming healthy, and hoping that happy will follow.

#bio #frankie slater

[nosignalformiles]

Name: Francis Mordaunt

Nickname: Frank or Frankie

Age and Birthday: Late-ish twenties

Height: 6ft

Pronouns and gender:  He/him, man

What they are: Some kind of dragon, he has no idea. I do, though. He’s a european dragon-blooded human. It’s in the ancestry, but he’s got no full dragon form.

Style and Appearance: Scruffy, shaggy hair, always a few days - minimum - of beard growth. Neat-ish glasses and clothing, but neat in a run down assistant professor at a community college way, not preppy.

Piercings and tattoos: None

Scars and distinguishing marks: Missing ring finger, missing left leg from just above the knee, and left eye. Surgery scars on the left side of his abdomen, and behind his left ear. Wears a prosthesis for his leg, and eye, but not the finger. Found it annoying. The eye is custom, catches light pretty realistically, and moves like a natural eye, but obviously the pupil can’t change, and its not impossible to notice if someone is trying. His leg is a bog standard basic insurance covered thing. It’s not great, it can hurt pretty bad, but it works.

FC: X

Personality: Can be arrogant and impatient, bossy even, but that’s more when hhe’s tired or busy, mostly very straight forward and friendly guy, who can be irritatingly level headed about things.

Abilities: Fireproof. Partial transformation into a semi-scaled and clawed form that doesn’t just breathe fire, but a sort of intense light as well. Thicker skin makes him harder to damage.

Weaknesses: Nothing special, can be harmed by everything not mentioned above.

Links:  Headcanons - Media  -  Fun Stuff  -  Playlist  -  Music  -  Threads

Other bits and pieces:

Likes: bird watching, bouldering, hiking, picking up neat rocks, dancing/clubbing. A lot of these things he hasn’t done since the accident because he is still not entirely past it yet, or found a reason to go. 

Was in an accident two years ago which left him with the injuries mentioned above.

Had inhuman, impossible, good fortune until his inuhman side woke up. It’s part of the magic to keep young dragons safe, successful, and thriving. There’s even speculation about old hero myths and tails potentially being unawoken dragons. Of course, the people speculating are dragons who think it would be cool. 

Does not have the biggest grasp on his inhumanity yet, is mostly ignoring it. It only comes out when he’s very excited or stressed out, another reason why he doesn’t leave Wellspring anymore, and even then barely goes out. 

Has been published in a handful of journals on vertebrate paleontology and some less focused geology and earth sciences publications. He will bring it up without being asked. 

Ego sometimes needs deflating. He knows he’s attractive, he knows he’s smart. 

Has an indoor cat named Minnie. 100% calls himself her dad.

Used to spend a lot of time in clubs, and raves, part of his whole wild good fortune and ridiculous ability to do everything and stay afloat. Doesn’t so much anymore, misses it. Can be found listening to house, breakbeats or euro-hardstyle while doing the most detailed still and focused work. Loud. So loud. If you’re next to him on a subway, you can hear his music. Does the awkward half dance shuffle when he thinks no one is paying attention and he’s listening to music.

Wears glasses. Has contacts, doesn’t use them.

He’s pansexual, but because of where and how he grew up, he’s not had a huge amount of experience with other men.

Long form backstory and bio (Least necessary read, you can skip these bits):

Raised entirely human, middle class family, in a larger town in Nassau County. Three younger sisters, parents around and still together. Sent to a catholic school because his parents thought it was a better option than local public schools, and the couldn’t afford private. (Just going to add this here, to dissuade any fear, his religious background, his opinions and experiences, are not intended to be in any way anti-religion in general, or anti-catholic. It’s not even likely to ever come up, but I can see it being mentioned here making people nervous, if you still are, and want to check in ooc please do! There would never be ill will about concerns being voiced.)

Everything in life seemed to go his way, he glided through every task and pressure with ease. Balancing a full social life while excelling at academics, with consistently high ranking state, and even multi-state level cross country and otherwise long distance running for track. He coasted into a university with a 9% admission rate, and got out the otherside six years later with not only an undergrad, but a combined MSc and PhD as well. He then got a job he was not the best qualified for, that gave him travel, adventure, and a level of danger he thought was acceptable and safe.

And then luck ran out. Then the crack formed and the cover meant to protect him, to keep him not just safe but so well cared for and preternaturally lucky, shattered. Fire and a light he couldn’t control, a panic to stop something going devastatingly wrong, open flames and oil rigs don’t get along. Were it not for the scales and claws, he wouldn’t have walked away from it at all, so what if it cost a leg, an eye, and a finger?

Except, that’s a hell of a paradigm shift to take on board after two and a half decades of impossibly good fortune. It all went away. He closed off, fell into a depression pit for months. Eventually he was convinced to go look at dogs at the shelter, something to get him out and about again, to make sure he always had company. Instead, he saw the fattest cat in the world and his heart melted. Minnie, the perfectly named fat fuck of a cat, gave him a bigger excuse to stay isolated, but also a reason to start looking for another job.

That’s how he found Wellspring. Someone intercepted his application to the NHM, recognizing his name from some other world gossip, and invited him out to see Wellspring’s musuem. It’s small, the only area open to visitors without appointment is still over crowded stacks and shelves of interesting bits and pieces. A lot of questionable taxidermy and wet specimens.

Behind the scenes was an entire building of archival roller racks. Cataloging as much of the fae realm's natural history, geology and ecology as possible. Something that so often goes un-explored in a world of magic.

Frank gave up gramercy park and a too small walk up for a still too small walk up, but at least it was in a small town with no take out options after 10pm. He definitely doesn’t regret it every time he’s suddenly hungry at 3am and nothing is open.

He knows Valentine, and frequently helps doing archival organization bs at the town hall records. He actually does know wtf went down with Cyren, but, because he has no real cultural knowledge or experience with fae or magic, he doesn’t GET it, at all. This lack of understanding has also gotten him in a lot of hot water when he tries to talk to people around Wellspring.

V basic non wellspring verse for him: Works in an archives and research center at either a decent university with a good earth studies and geology department, or a local natural history museum, lives in a tiny hole of a walk up apartment. Can be moved anywhere, including internationally, as needed.

#muse bios #i am less confident in my ability to pull this muse off after a decade #than i am in my ability to get marc going again #but he's here now #headcanon frankie #active muse