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Name: Frances Mae Rodgers
Age/DOB: 17 (11/27/1990)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual

Physical

Frances has brown hair that is curly in the morning, until she washes and dries and brushes it -- and even then, some of the waves in it stay. She's slender but not skinny or lanky, and her mother has always said she'd grow into her body; she's not sure if she has or not yet, though, being that she still steps pidgeon-toed and has trouble sometimes with the awkwardness of the way her motor functions look. Her eyes are green with flecks of gold in them, and wide when she's interested or nervous, it becomes difficult to tell at times. Her pale face is heart-shaped and she has round cheeks when she smiles, with pink lips that are never seem completely frowning, even when she is. She tells herself, sometimes, that she looks like a turtle when she smiles, though with genuine happiness, this isn't the case, only when she is having a picture taken of her. She hides her pale forehead underneath a curtain of bangs that keep the skin beneath them as pale as the day she was born. Her button nose has a silver stud through it, which glints in the light when she smiles. Slender arms and wrists can often be seen gliding over white paper.

Personality

Frances is quiet, mostly, until you get to know her. She can be absolutely crazy when she wants to be, though this side of her is often only seen in Rugby and, when she cares to play a pick-up game with friends, Football. Otherwise, she is very quiet, though her voice speaks much louder when she writes or sings. She is very opinionated on a variety of issues, though she often keeps her opinions to herself for fear of offending someone. She laughs with one hand covering her mouth almost always, and outbursts of laughter are anything but rare for her -- she finds the humour in things others do not always recognise.

History

Frances was born in New York City as the youngest of four children, nine years younger than her oldest brother, Daniel, seven years younger than her other brother, Benjamin, and four years younger than her older sister Maureen. Her older siblings were nurturing when they wanted to be, but were often mean and even domineering. This is where she got her tendancy to keep to herself, though she is not one to back down from a fight or to fail to introduce herself to someone she does not know who looks as though they need a friend, however awkward or uncomfortable she may feel.

Her parents, while somewhat absent in her adolescent years due to their work (her mother as a dentist and her father with a publishing firm), were always loving and kept Frances (who, upon her third birthday, decided she wanted to be called 'Frankie', and has been called ever since then by everyone she meets) fed and happy to the best of their abilities. She was a happy child, though she often played by herself to pass the time, until she began going to school. Once school started, she was teased -- the upscale neighbourhood in Georgia where her family had moved when she was five was filled with children who were much better off financially than her family was. They teased her whenever she came within earshot because her parents did not make as much money as theirs did. She ignored them, for the most part, hoping that eventually the teachers would do something about it.

By middle school, Frankie was still teased, but had adjusted to that splendidly. She'd made a few friends, got a boyfriend by the time she was eleven, and stayed happy that way for quite some time. Her best friend, Lyria, was the greatest friend she had ever made, and she adored her -- she looked up to her almost as the sister she had never had. Within months of starting to date her boyfriend, she had begun to discover new feelings in her for her best friend of four years. She had never planned on acting on her feelings, knowing that everyone around her percieved them to be wrong.

Her best friend's birthday, though, proved to her that she had a weakness in her for her own sex. The night Lyria turned fifteen, at which time Frankie was nearly thirteen, the two girls sat in the bathtub together in the early morning hours, having stayed up all night talking, now exhausted. After a moment of thought and gazing at Lyria wordlessly, both girls leant in and kissed each other full on the lips. Lyria's mother came in not a moment after the two had broken apart. For months, Frankie and Lyria carried on a relationship until a teacher in school saw them kiss in an otherwise empty hallway. She explained to them that what they were feeling was just an adolescent phase, and they would get over it. For Lyria, it passed when her mother forbade her to see Frankie anymore; it never passed for Frankie.

Frankie told her parents what she felt for the other girl, and while her father was very understanding, her mother had a difficult time with the information. But while her mother was skeptical, she had Frankie's best interest at heart. Her parents decided it was probably best to keep their daughter's tendancies a secret until they could afford to send her to one of the Pride Academies. When they finally raised the money, they sent Frankie to Missouri. By now, she'd lost a friend, but gained a greater knowledge of herself -- she knew that she liked girls, but couldn't deny her attraction to men, either. By the time she'd reached Missouri, she'd come to the conclusion that she was bisexual.

Academia

Student/Faculty: Student
List of Classes:
Creative Writing
Statistics & Probability
Biology
AP European History
French III
Gym I
Graphic Design II
List of Clubs (optional):
Tattered Covers
Girls' A Capella Group
List of Sports (optional):
Girls' Rugby

Schools:

None listed

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