Name: Franz DeMarco
Nickname: Fran
Age: 18
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Personality: Franz isn't that of a troublemaker. He usually spends his time reading so he tends to prefer lone places when doing so, noise can annoy him, more than one would expect from such a kind-looking person, so yeah his fuse is a little short, but he can take a hang of it every now and then. He was educated, he was born to a not-that-wealthy family so it was possible to give him a proper education, thus he has some real hard morals and manners which he will defend from the deeps of his very heart if needed, some people think he could give his life for an ideal, but he thinks otherwise. Although he can be fury-driven sometimes, Franz isn't a violent person, at the minimum sight of aggression he will just walk back and punch himself in the arm to get calm so he won't rip someone open. Luckily enough, there aren't a lot of things that make Franz go mad, one of them is abuse, of anything, ideas, persons, dragons, objects, *everything*. Contrasting his kind-of-short-fuse, Franz is actually a very kind person, he although enjoys lone places as mentioned earlier, he can get very well with a not-that-large group.
Goals: Honestly, Franz has no idea, he just let's the time flow and rolls with it, there isn't really something he pursuits.
History/Bio: Franz life hasn't anything out of the ordinary until he was notified of his… abilities. (Which wasn't long ago). He was born to a middle class family, his father Rason DeMarco was a shopkeeper in the center of the city, and quite a good one, his products were well-sold and no one ever went demanding a devolution or something like that. His mother, Rosa Delorian (Changed to DeMarco after she was weed with Rason) was her husband's partner in the job, she cleaned the store, helped in the production of various potions as her abilities with alchemy were breathtaking. Franz was also raised along his two siblings, Martha and Heart, girl and boy respectively, these were two lousy bags of energy, but Franz loved them anyways.
Franz childhood was pretty much about reading some of his mother's alchemy and magic books and helping his family run the shop, which was already gaining popularity and Rason was thinking on opening a second store already with the purpose of attracting more clients. Franz was really interest in magic, but never got to practice it as his mother would always keep an eye on me, and wouldn't let him try casting the arcane words until he was mature enough to endure any kind of drawbacks. So yeah he has the knowledge but lacks the practice and experience, he never tried to cast something as, -surprisingly- he was very obedient to his parents. In his early adolescence Franz decided to take some fencing course, but never got past the intermediate level. He left the training because he wasn't getting really good with both his master and partners, for him, they were very noisy, and besides that, the master liked putting rookies against some advanced combatants, and that really pissed Franz off, to the point he once kicked the master from the back with all his might, breaking said's leg. Luckily enough, the man didn't hold any remorse against Franz, guess he knew he deserved it. After that little… 'incident' Franz decided to not take any classes of any matters because he was afraid he could find another teacher like the last one. So he just remained helping his family with the store and reading some books until that one day.
Franz and Rason were on a small trip to gather things to sell, merchants usually have to do things like this or they will run out of merchandise. Oddly enough, Rason never contracted bodyguards or sellswords to secure his path, he trusted a little bit too much on his swordplay skills and on his wife's magic abilities. But this time, it was just Rason and Franz. This was a new route they were trying, so Rason tried to always stay at the look for any threats or things he could gather to further sell, well what they found that day was very away from what they wanted. Rason saw a huge and thought it could guard some real loot, but the only thing that laid there was a black dragon immeasurable majesty. Rason was taken off balance just by the blow of the dragon's breath, Franz thought for a second this was his end, he closed his eyes as his father stared wordless, but nothing happened. The dragon, instead of attacking, it approached Franz, and tried to place its head under Franz's hand, it seemed as if it wanted to be patted, and so did Franz in a rush of adrenaline. Then the dragon just moved back to its lair, and Franz and his father, speechless, finished their trip with even more caution. A month after that, a letter was received in Franz's home, an invitation to a sort of... dragon-taming school? Franz accepted the request with some doubts.
Hobbies: Reading, fencing, reviewing spells in his mind, alchemy.
Likes: Alchemy, books, magic, dragons, silence, rapiers.
Dislikes: Violence, abusers, abuse, noise, crowded places, arguments.
Pet Hate: Abuse (Of anything).
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Extras: Even though Franz has been reading about and studying magic and alchemy since his very early childhood, he doesn't have *any* kind of experience in spellcasting and transmuting, he just has the theoretical knowledge within his memories, but if he tries to cast something without someone watching over, he will most likely hurt himself.
Dragon Egg: 6
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Rider Magic: Magic Sigil 4
