Name: Francesca “Frenchie” Eireann Russo
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality:
Frenchie is an absolute spitfire. Her exterior is very defensive and protective, showing how she won’t let her small frame define her as weak or needing someone’s protection. And her interior isn’t much softer. She’s sarcastic and a bit of a smartass but only to balance out how fiercely she cares about people. She has massive trust issues but if you can get her guard down, she’s a total mama bear. She’s loyal to a fault and is unwaveringly stubborn. She cares very deeply about people, more than willing to jump headfirst into danger to protect those she loves. When she’s on your side, she’s in for the long haul until you give her a reason not to. Plus, she gives the best hugs.
Frenchie’s entire personality is to the absolute extreme and she jumps to extremes just as quickly. With her short temper and “swing first, ask questions later” attitude, it’s safe to say that she doesn’t like new people, especially when she considers them a danger to her friends or family. She has, can, and will knock people’s teeth out without a second thought. She has a killer intuition that never steers her wrong and trusts her gut over anything else.
She’s a total chatterbox, never knowing when to shut her mouth and loves to talk. She knows both Italian and Gaelic from her childhood. Unfortunately with her accents and endless bounds of energy, she talks incredibly quickly and switches languages often so people often lose what she’s saying.
In the end, Frenchie is incredibly resilient, a warrior in the face of adversity but can and will give up her own life for those who’ve earned it. She’s seen as a wild and dangerous nomad, an ace in the hole or a joker ready to stab you in the back at any second.
Appearance:
Frenchie is small, 5’4” and 110 pounds of pure muscle and spite. She has strong shoulders and arms but isn’t particularly built in her upper body, more so toned for power than absolute strength but still packs a hell of a punch. She has a prominent set of hips for her size and thick thighs along with it; her legs are pure muscle and hold a lot of her strength.
She has slightly darker skin, somewhere between type 3 and type 4 (Google the Fitzpatrick scale for reference) with russet brown eyes and dark golden brown slightly wavy hair that falls to the middle of her back. She usually keeps it in either a high ponytail or a braid/braided bun to avoid it getting in the way but refuses to cut it.
Frenchie is both very Italian and very Irish, causing a heart shaped face with a small, upturned button nose and a healthy smattering of freckles all over her face and body although they heavily pepper her nose and cheeks. Not to mention a constantly switching accent between a softer, r rolling Italian one and an aggressively American one. With full lips and a gap between her front teeth, her smile makes her look 5 years younger.
Frenchie’s eyes look too big for her face, round and piercing as they stare into your soul. They’re extremely expressive, only helped by her equally as expressive thin and high arched eyebrows and seemingly never still hands and arms.
She has two tattoos, technically four if you count the second one as three. The first is a phoenix with a bright red eye on the back of her neck and the second is her name; written on her right arm with her first name in her father’s handwriting, her middle name in her mother’s handwriting, and her last name in her little brother’s handwriting. All of them are fairly recent, only done in the past year or so.
She has two piercings, a normal earlobe piercing and a helix piercing.
(I think I got everything?? Descriptions are hard y’all)
Background:
On July 27th, Frenchie was born to be the older of two children, with her little brother being 5 years younger than her. She spent a lot of her time outdoors, exploring the woods behind her family home and generally being a child menace. Because of this, she never had many friends her age, choosing to hang out with the older kids of the neighborhood that were more her speed. But when she wasn’t being the neighborhood terror, she loved to spend time with her father, always asking about the summer trips he took as a child back to his parent’s old home in Italy and he always loved to indulge her. Frenchie always loved stories, her father’s being her favorites but her mother’s stories too which were usually about her and her 5 siblings being an uncontrollable Irish disaster. Both her parents say she gets a bit of both, with her dad’s exploration and love of adventure and her mom’s inability to stay out of trouble and affinity for chaos.
Frenchie’s family is very close, with the house always being loud with conversation and laughter. She loves to get into heated debates with her retired lawyer turned author father, although her mother always interjects when they start yelling at each other in Italian. She also loves to help her chef mother in the kitchen, particularly with her baking since her mom isn’t much of a baker. Plus, though sibling rivalry will always plague them, her and her brother Conor are constantly having little competitions and driving each other crazy. Frenchie is very protective of her family since she is very close to all of them and loves them very much.
Frenchie was never much of a scholar. She never did particularly bad in school, mind you, but it just wasn’t where her focus was. She was an athlete, had been since she was young. From flag football with the neighborhood kids to her first youth soccer team to her knack for throwing a ball leading her to the middle school softball team, Frenchie did a lot. And that didn’t stop in high school, being on both the soccer team for the fall season and the softball team for the spring season. She rose to be captain of her girl’s soccer team, leading them to and winning states for the first time in 15 years and vice captain of her softball team, gaining them yet another county title and keeping them on their 8 year streak. Frenchie was a star athlete, skirting by with her grades to keep pursuing what she actually loved.
She lives life to the fullest, never slowing down or taking a break. Unfortunately, that means she lives a pretty lonely life. Frenchie has never dated, never bothered to. She never wants to have to slow down for someone, believing they should be able to match her speed if they really care about her. Her closest friends are her teammates, never really being able to reach out beyond her sporty bubble. Her parents believe someone will come by one day and yank her out of her comfort zone whether she likes it or not, she doesn’t think so. If there’s truly someone out there who can give her a renewed sense of adventure, they better hurry up cause she’s getting bored.
Other: Frenchie hates being called any shortened version of her name that isn’t Frenchie. She despises Fran above all others and has legitimately kicked someone in the teeth for calling her it. She doesn’t particularly mind being called Francesca but doesn’t prefer it, she considers it too formal for her personality. Also, she hates wearing shoes. She will be barefoot at every possible opportunity.
