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Franklin Alfred Ashton
Character information
  1. Alias
    Father Frank
  2. Mental
    Unstable at best.
  3. Morale
    Depressed, Elated
  4. Date of birth
    1976-07-21 (43 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Edwards County, Illinois, USA
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Family
    Angela Dean (Mother, deceased), Alfred Ashton (Father, deceased)
  10. Religion
    Disciples of Rat God

Description

  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    77 kg
  3. Build
    Scrawny due to lack of proper nutrition, yet defined muscle tone.
  4. Hair
    Brown hair, thin scraggly beard, no mustache.
  5. Eyes
    Hazel
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
    My signifying features are my unkempt beard and hazel eyes. A long scar on the right side of my stomach is probably the best way to identify me should the need arise.
  8. Equipment
    (TBD)
  9. Occupation
    Father Frank, Disciple of Rat God and voice of the almighty.
  10. Affiliation
    The Rat Pack
  11. Role
    Priest

Background

My name is Franklin Alfred Ashton. Born in southern Illinois in 1976 to my mother Angela Dean and my father, Alfred. He was a history teacher at the Edwards County High School in Albion Il and though he disliked Benjamin Franklin, he respected the man enough to name me after him. Yeah, never made sense to me either. My mother was a bank teller in the local banks for most of her life, always switching from one to another. I suppose she never understood that the grass is never greener on the other side and I remember her telling my father every time she switched banks, "This one is better, it's the best bank in the county." I guess I got her work ethic in the end though since I've never been able to hold down a decent job myself. My last venture before the end of the world was as a copy machine salesman, unsuccessfully I might add. You'd be surprised at how much there is to know about copy machines and how much people really don't care outside of "does it make copies?" I hated the job but it inked out enough dough to keep me in my little apartment with Max, my cat and fuel in my car, which is also named Max. I'm not exactly the most imaginative person when it comes to names, in fact I've never been much of anything at all. Not until Rat God that is.

Before I tell you about our benevolent God, let me first explain why it is a complete know nothing, useless copy machine salesman from Illinois is even in Chenarus. It all started with a woman, Jana. I meant her on Reddit. I say meant but, it was actually that I followed her posts a lot and really got to know her. She liked to post images of herself, nude images. Man was she a killer. Anyway, I found out that she had another profile, one that she posted more innocent and less "nsfw" content, really normal kinda stuff like pictures of her cat. One day, she mentioned a school she went to in Moscow, Russia. That was my ticket, I could finally meet the woman of my dreams. I bought a plane ticket that day, packed my things and was gone the next. I even forgot all about Max. The cat, not the car. I'm sure he's starved to death already, poor thing. So, I flew out the next day heading to Frankfurt Germany, then to the borders of Russia where I had planned on just hopping the fence so to speak. After arriving in Frankfurt, I heard word of a pilot that would fly me straight into Russia, to a small town in which I could board a bus into Moscow. It was going to be perfect. I meant the pilot, Ivan and after agreeing on payment, I boarded his plane with two other passengers and we made for Russia that day. Unfortunately for me though, this wasn't exactly a passenger flight. All I remember clearly is one of the other passengers turning, smiling at me just before I slumped over in my seat. I could feel a warm sensation flowing over my back before losing consciousness. I was merely cargo then.

After everything went black I had the most surreal dream. This is when I first met Rat God. He came to me in what I could only explain as being the best dream and worst nightmare I've ever had. It was beautiful and tormenting at the same time. I will not go into detail as to what Rat God spoke to me as that is something you will experience yourself someday, no. What I will tell you is that Rat God loves and hates you. He gives you life and awaits your death every single day. Rat God is purifying this world and all will join his mischief and scavenge what's left. You will see. After Rat God was done with me, I awoke to the sound of water, the feeling of being pushed ever so slightly. I was lying on my back, I felt sand. A sudden jab of pain struck me from the back of my head and the side of my stomach. I can only guess that the plane ride was really just a ruse to rob me and leave me for dead. I have no idea where I am, but it doesn't matter. Jana is no longer of interest to me, no. Rat God is my only love and I will spread word of him, to everyone. At least, when I can find someone. It's been two months as of this writing and though I do not know how long I was gone from this world, I do know that it has gone completely to shit and the only beings walking around, want to eat me. This, is Rat Gods love and he has come to share it with the world and I will be the one to tell his story.

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