Francis is a tall, lanky boy with soft hazel eyes and messy red hair. His cheeks are dusted with freckles and he has a small beauty mark just under his left eye. He lived in a small apartment with his mother, father, and little sister. Small signs of his gifts appeared occasionally, but the household didn't think of them as anything big, just odd occurrences until he accidentally lit the dogs tail on fire while playing with him the backyard.  The letter followed quickly after, much to the families surprise, and reluctantly they investigated before allowing little Francis to go on his first big adventure. He is a big mama's boy, and loves his little sister dearly. Him and his father have a rough time together, his father being a more societal form of tradition, wanting him to be a fair bit tougher then he is, but they do love each other very much. Francis is a very shy and timid boy, very kind, he very much enjoys being to himself and has a fascination with animals and machinery, always tinkering with any toys he gets, taking them apart and then trying to figure out how to put them back together (often a fruitless task). What few friends he does acquire, he is exceptionally loyal to. He is never cruel, always exceptionally caring, often going out of his way for others, bringing them cookies or sweets or drawing them little pictures to cheer them up. He always believes there is a way around violence and that everyone should be treated with love.

(picture will be this, until I can fix my tablet pen)