Francach
Appearance: A short, round man, seemingly made of a mismatched collection of rounded geometrical shapes. He wears heavy turtleneck sweaters, jeans, suspenders, badly battered boots, and covers the ensemble with a dirty flasher-style trench coat. All this is not enough to hide the wiry tufts of hair that poke through, or cause his clothing to ride up in odd ways, and seem to have a penchant for snagging bits of paper, lint and other fluff. When he removes his battered fedora, his head is crowned by a ring of the same wiry bristles.
Roleplaying: Your tendency to act on whatever elaborate plan occurs to you at the moment has gotten you into more than a little trouble, and you rarely seem to think through the consequences. As a result you are no stranger to getting in trouble with the Prince, the Primogen, Justicars, the list goes on. When caught, grovelling and begging is an option. Any pain is utter agony. Tell whatever lie or truth you need to, and insist that you never meant to hurt anyone. With your friends, boast about your exploits, and flatter them shamelessly.
