Franklin was born and raised in the good ole USA by two caring average parents. His father was a factory worker who helped assemble cars while his mother was a sectary in the local hospital. Growing up Franklin like his family watched the news on TV and even occasionally listened to it on the radio and was fascinated by over seas affairs from politics to war he enjoyed war the most. Upon graduation of his local high school with average grades he enlisted in the U.S Army and took not only the required boot camp but the extra training to be a combat medic after completing both he was deployed to places such as Afghanistan, Iraq and for a short period the Ukraine. After serving his four years Franklin returned to the states and sought a new but exciting life. But no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't find the right job for himself till eventually he herd of war journalism. Upon hearing about being a war correspondent/photographer he went to his local collage for a couple of years and graduated with a major in photography and a minor in journalism. Taking his new found skills Franklin went to a well known and credited news outlet and signed up to be there over seas correspondent. That's where the fun ended and the nightmare began for Franklin after covering the devastation the tail end of the chenarus civil war Franklin decided to stay with a small UN detachment in southern zegoria to record and take pictures of the aftermath of the war and the humanitarian efforts by the UN. The day the outbreak happened he happened to be in a helicopter flying over Cherno and to this day he doesn't know how or why the helicopter went down wither it was due to human error, enemy fire or friendly fire but either way the pilot set the bird down in the dense forest above cherno most of the crew dying upon impact or a few days later from wounds and the harsh elements at the time. Franklin himself had suffered many cuts,two fractures in his ribs and his right wrist had been dislocated. After living out of the wreckage of the downed helicopter for 5 weeks using what supplies he could find with in the wreckage and from the corpses of the now deceased crew he felt recovered enough to wander forest and begin the rest of his life in chenarus. Now a days Franklin wanders Chenarus with what ever equipment and survival tools he can gather,trade or work for in hopes of living another day but one thing hasn't changed about him His determination to live and his passion for photography. using a old beat up polaroid camera Franklin can be spotted sometimes taking pictures with people he wishes to remember or the beautiful chenarus landscape.