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FRANCIS "FRANKIE" NIAL
Standing at five-foot-seven, Francis has a lot to make up for and unequivocally fails at it in every single field. He doesn’t fit the bill of being in-shape, bordering lanky and lean with some hidden muscle in there, a crooked nose from one too many bar fights and bright red hair to match up with his blue eyes and lightly freckled face. He has a slight odor to him, yellowed teeth, and a brace around his right leg. He is most commonly seen wearing an old, patched up GAA Jacket. Since his arrival in The Barrens, Francis has acquired new scars; one on the right side of his neck from a stray arrow and numerous fading bruises.
What makes a man; his wallet, or his personality? To Francis Nial, his answer is simple - both, but he lacks one and that isn’t his wallet. To him, the whole world revolves around money, alcohol, and girls and the work never stops for him. For as long as he can remember, he has moved from place-to-place, spending his nights with prostitutes and drinking his body weight in alcohol. You can imagine that he isn’t the most charming of individuals; he has no perception of basic courtesy, no filter, no shame, and no issue telling you what he thinks straight to your face.
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