Frank emménage dans la pièce, et comme tous les autres ont été surpris de trouver quelqu'un déjà là-dedans, et ils dormaient, il enviait beaucoup d'eux au moins.
La dame et Michael ont fait petite prise après qu'il a brusquement réveillée, Frank n'a pas fait beaucoup d'attention, pour une fois, quoi qu'ils parlaient n'a pas tenu beaucoup le captivant presque autant que combien confortable certains sièges dans la pièce, son manque de sommeil rattraper avec lui maintenant. Il était habitué en toute honnêteté, le sommeil était parfois une chose si gênante, mais en ce moment cela semblait plutôt agréable. La dame s'est présentée à haute voix, ce qui a finalement attiré l'attention de Frank, Noor Dhahabi... Le nom n'a sonné aucune cloche, mais il était vieux, plus vieux que juste vieux en fait c'était archaïque, Frank l'a étudié attentivement pendant un bref moment, elle n'était pas l'un des trois surnaturels standard qui était sûr, il sentait une présence bizarre d'elle, mais ne pouvait pas tout à fait mettre son doigt dessus, il a décidé de ne pas s'y attarder pour l'instant.
Frank écouta alors qu'elle produisait une affaire et, avec sa bouche mise au feu rapide, commença à détailler l'affaire, elle entra soudain dans son affaire et produisit d'une certaine façon une urne qu'elle ouvrit rapidement pour montrer que c'était une fois un vampire, et pas plus tôt qu'il n'était ouvert, elle la ferma. Alors pas plus tôt qu'elle l'avait fermé, c'était dans l'air, venant droit vers Frank, il a à peine réussi à l'attraper, laissant rebondir de sa paume ouverte la première fois, avant de le cracher près de sa poitrine, il a regardé à l'intérieur brièvement, c'était en effet tous les cendres, un peu plus sombre que le reste. Il n'a pas pu travailler avec ça, il a essayé de ressusciter des cendres une fois, il a pris trop de sang et il s'est transformé en un gâchis sombre et congelé autour du sol un moment avant de se transformer en une petite flaque avec lui-même presque évanouie par la perte de sang.
Elle a ensuite sorti un ordinateur portable et a commencé à soulever des rapports sur les meurtres, Frank est devenu intéressé à nouveau, mais il a décidé que c'était trop d'énergie pour réellement passer à voir quelque chose alors il a parlé à la place. "Est-ce que leur tête est toujours là?" Frank a dit pendant qu'il bougeait la tête vers l'ordinateur portable, toujours en train de cracher le vase, peu sûr s'il devait le poser ou non. "Si c'est le cas, je veux leur parler."
Name: Frank Mennen
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Race: Human (Magic user, Necromancy in specific.)
Biography: Frank was born in England, but spent much of his early life in a very secluded, rural Wales. Both his parents were magic users but were very secretive about it, due to their experimentation into some of the darker elements magic. When Frank was 12, the nearest village caught wind of Frank and his family, normally it wouldn't have worried them, except the village wanted them gone and had subsequently hired a pack of werewolves to attack him and his family, having anticipated this, Frank's parents managed to successfully get Frank out of the house, while his parents were murdered. Young Frank returned to house two days later, retrieved what little records his parents kept on magic and a few other things and set out on his own.
For Many years he traveled on his own, his transient life style and practice of strange and "immoral" magics disallowed him to make an permanent relationships with anyone, and due to the attack, he had and still is very wary of werewolves. Frank had more or less mastered the "art" of necromancy which at it's core was blood magic, by using his own blood or someone else blood (which is very seldom) and imbuing with magic he can briefly resurrect just about anyone or anything, this is particularly useful in obtaining information from the deceased, and one more than one occasion using bones of the dead to distract or occasionally kill would-be attackers. Due to the use of his own blood so often, Frank boasts several scars, and nicks across his hands and arms, his drug of choice to fuel his magic is cocaine and he carries a tin of it on him at all times.
Frank managed to end up in Blackbury after chasing a man who had information on his family tree, one person in particular, a great great uncle or something that taught all the other members of his family necromancy, and who is rumored to still be alive, however in the middle of the chase the man was hit by a speeding train and quite literally exploded, Frank managed to re-animate what was left of the head, but all it gave him was a garbled mess of words.
Personality: Frank is a bit anti-social, not by his own means, he just never had a chance to get the proper being around people thing done. Despite this and his strange and sometimes disgusting use of magic he's learned to fit in a crown more or less, he's often blunt to the point of being rude, but he just can't seem to help it. He has a very analytical mind, constantly surveying his surroundings and looking at the finer details of events as they unfold, This is due to constantly searching looking for every little clue that will help him figure out more about his supposed great great uncle or something. He's eager to help there is something in it for him,the reward doesn't even need to be that great, just as long as it's something to look forward to that he couldn't obtain by his own means.
Weaponry: Frank usually has a knife or two on him, mostly he uses them on himself, but there's been a time or two he's needed to use it on something other than his arm or hand.
He carries a small revolver with a full cylinder of silver bullets, mostly to scare away would-be werewolf attackers.
Other Possessions: A few vials and bottles for holding blood and other bodily fluids and sometimes organs.
as well as bag of bones. Literally. He also carries a decent amount of medical supplies, mainly bandages to dress his cuts, but carries a few basic essentials as well.
Theme Song: God's away on business, Tom Waits.
Miscellaneous:
How Frank's Necromancy works; an informative guide on how to be dead:
Frank imbues blood with magic giving life to the deceased, it doesn't matter how long they've been dead, just the quantity of blood.
for the most part re-animated bodies can speak so long as the organs required for speech are still intact, as well as the brain.
Bodies that are animated are for the most part under Franks control via the magic-blood, however a dead body needs not organs or anything to be reanimated, for instance a skeleton can be reanimated, the head will fill with blood and the blood will trace the skeletons bones, and Frank will be able to have control of it until the bones are destroyed or is over fatigued by controlling it. This goes for single body parts as well, Frank can reanimate a hand or other body part and can control it for a period of time, if the body is close enough, the hand will act as though it's receiving from the brain still, allowing it to "hear" things thus allowing it to write the answers to questions.