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FRANCIS GARIEL

Team
Salamander

Age
21

Height
6'2/190cm

Objectives ✧ expressing emotions
✧ having his face touched
✧ ~*~violence~*~
✧ standing up for himself
✧ Five

Taboos ✧ self-repression
✧ rejecting physical affection
✧ Three
✧ Four
✧ Five

Notes Ask him about his family life.

OOC INFO

Character Canon
OC (PG)

Player Name
Cleo

Player Contact
gralsritter | Cleo#9893

Additional Notes Full OC rundown (not including PG stuff) here (cw for physical/emotional child abuse and medical experiment stuff). PG is Court -> Aurora Express (with a Happy End)

Basic Permissions Backtagging: Yes
Threadjacking: Yes
Shipping: Yes
Smut: Maybe
Violence: Yes
Killing: Yes

Additional Permissions please do not send me pictures of (real) spiders, or talk to me about pregnancy-related kinks. no agegap ships/smut. do not remove pieces of his body without double-checking. ask before pursuing sexual threads.

based on a code by 10billionghosts

Comments

memory archive

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Re: memory archive

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It's funny how quickly a spark can turn into an inferno.

Will's information was mostly a confirmation of what they'd already suspected: the CTC carried on the legacy of the country who'd unleashed Core Agent all those centuries ago, and had every intention of continuing to experiment until they achieved the Perfect Core -- even if it meant sacrificing the remnants of the world they'd already left in ruins.

But the one new revelation was enough to have sent the entire meeting room into dead silence. The Cities had been abandoned years ago. The ingredients for Floating Fuel had run out, and soon they'd all crash onto the corrupted surface to be overrun by the Negative Cores below.

In such a situation, Francis would have thought Otto would be the first to react. Maybe Mae. But instead it was Carolyn who softly thanked Will for his help and ended the call, and Carolyn who then dismissed them all with a stern, cold voice.

Francis trailed out the door after the rest of the group, right on Otto's heels as per usual. It was almost time for the scheduled address -- there was no time for the secretaries to write a perfect speech. Nevertheless, they all headed downstairs and out into the square to wait along with the gathered onlookers and curious press agents. The atmosphere in the crowd was an uncomfortably quiet buzz, anxiety so potent it made the air on Francis' neck stand on end.

When Carolyn stepped out, she'd taken the elegant pin out of her snow-white hair, which now hung straight around her like a frozen waterfall. Even from a distance the wrinkles on her aging face were visible, transformed in her anger from the soft lines of a warm, grandmotherly smile to the sharpness of the experienced, cunning leader she really was. When she spoke, her voice was commanding and intense, full of a naked fury he'd never seen on her before.

He wouldn't remember the exact words she spoke. The language was not, precisely, important. What mattered was the way the old woman's speech cut through the tension with a purposeful efficiency and righteous determination that lit the fire of resistance in the previously aimless crowd. What stuck was the message: The Cities would no longer curry favour with the towers. They'd been betrayed, made complicit in the destruction of the world they once called home, but no more. If they were going to fall, they'd take the CTC with them.

While she was talking, you could've heard a pin drop down below. When she finished with her call to arms, the resulting roar was deafening.

On that cloudy afternoon, the rebellion began, and the clock began to tick towards the end of the world.