Franky

By Inertia

• March 13, 2015

Age: 552

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Franky's appearance is that of a 19 year old boy. He has platinum blond hair, reaching down to his shoulder blades on his back. He has smooth, long hair, and well kept eyebrows. His face has a soft appearance, but he has a sharp jawline and his chin stops perfectly with his nose and lips. He has less than average sized ears. He is 6 feet tall, exactly, and weighs a tremendous 260 pounds. His skin is a dark, rich brown and is perfect, except for cracks that appear upon his belly. The cracks glow a purple and radiate out from his belly button, and fade as it gets further away from it. He has purple eyes.

Personality: Franky is a very quiet person. He is intellectual, and prides himself in the pursuit of knowledge. He is incredibly strong, but he does not know it, and is very much afraid of fighting. He is a person who has lived years alone and is very much used to it. He is not shy, he just does not bother with talking to people because they will eventually die anyways.

Backstory: Franky was a strong willed as a child growing up in the streets of France. He was an orphan with no connections, but a strong will to live. He stole and ate trash people threw out. He thought it disgusting, the way he lived his life, however he would never allow anyone else to say it. He constantly got into fights and was considered a smudge to society. Regardless, he pressed on. On his 19th birthday, Franky was killed. It seemed that his bad history had finally caught up with him. The children he used to beat as kids, all grown up, had joined gangs. They had dumped his body in a ditch in the outside the city of Ensisheim. On that starry night of November 7th, many children looked up at the sky and exclaimed to their parents that they had seen a shooting star. One of these shooting stars didn't make it over the horizon, and instead plummeted to the ground. The impact sent Franky's body flying up a hill, but Franky's body soon rolled back down. Rolling and rolling, until the body finally settled atop the strange meteorite. Cracks started to form on Franky's skin. It seemed like his body would shatter any moment. However, it never did. The purple light that had been flowing in the cracks subsided, and there lay Franky. The recently dead Franky, was now breathing. Ten days passed and Franky finally rose up from the crater. Standing alone, and stark naked. Franky had lost his memory because of death. He examined his body and figured everything was normal. His wounds had disappeared, however, he had small cracks radiating outward around his belly button. His skin had taken on an extremely rich brown color that accented the cracks all the more. He walked along a road he had found, and eventually came to the town of Ensisheim. He was immediately arrested and put in a stock. After a week of standing in the stock, he was released. The local law force tried questioning him, but it seemed he didn't understand English. They tried using Spanish, the newly accepted language in France, but to no avail. It seemed he didn't know anything. All the memories he retained were how to move his body. A few years had passed, and Franky was still living in Ensisheim. He had ended up being quasi-adopted by the town. They taught him how to read, write, and talk fluently in English, Spanish, and French. He was slow with the uptake of other studies however. Math and science were lost to him, but he was still in the early stages of rehabilitation. The town continued to grow, and grow, until it became a part of France. Time kept going by, and people kept aging, except for Franky. Franky stayed the same after ten years. During that time, he had been studying and learning about the world. He wanted to see the place that Christopher Columbus had seen. So one day, ten years after he had arrived, he was finally leaving Ensisheim. He went to the nearest Port city, and frantically worked to find a ship that would take the penniless boy. After wandering the pier for hours, he was shone a light of hope. Two men walked up to him, and offered to take him to the New Continent. Franky immediately accepted and was led to a ship. It was an odd looking ship, there were no portholes anywhere on the ship. Franky paid no heed and proceeded to board the ship. He stayed on the boat and watched the sea roll by, while reading and watching the marine life. Finally, after months, he saw the horizon light up with the color of sand. They were almost at shore! While Franky was staring in awe, a dark light covered his eyes. No longer being able to see the amazing sight, he was confused and stood stunned. The crewmen shackled his arms and legs, and dragged him below deck. He had never been below deck, because he loved to see the ocean so much, but the ship had dozens of slaves. For months, he was walking right above all these people. He soon realized his situation. Franky was a violent person before death, but now he was a docile cow. The journey finally came to an end. He was escorted to the deck once more, and brought to a slave auction. He had dark skin, but the appearance of a European. He was sold very quickly to a female slave owner for a very large price. The bidding war had ended, and the victor went up to collect her spoils. The rest of Franky's story was very dull. He had lived with the slave owner, and was acknowledged for his intelligence. He was a house slave, and continued learning. However, the same as before, time went on for everyone else, time didn't have any effect of Franky. He eventually outlived his owner, and was given his freedom. The year was 1776 and the colonies had declared a independence. Franky had no interests in this. He moved further to the West, to discover new places. When the war ended in 1783, Franky had already established a new home. He was on the North West coast, and had built a home for himself. He rarely lived there though. He didn't have a need for sleep, or food, so the house was mainly for show. He moved along the coast, and discovered a mine. In the year of 1840 he was soon plagued with the gold-rushers. He retreated back to his home, and started to study the stars. His house was often visited by weary miners. He accepted them warmly and nursed them back to health. These men were the leaders for the largest mining operations, and they were there to ask him what he was doing here. He told them he had been here for years, and they were appalled. He told them of various ways to mine more effectively, and how to find gold. They made him one of their owners, and he received payment. He already had a fortune in gold, and had no need for money, but he still accepted their gifts. Years passed, and he went through many identities. His family became very well known for being the oldest in the West. He rarely showed himself, and held funerals for his own family. Many more years had passed, and he continued living in solitude. The world would continue to move, and Franky would continue to read...