full name
Sawyer Kyle Franke
• personal creed:
I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane
• gender:
Male
• age:
24
• orientation:
Straight
• relationship status:
Single
• family status:
Melody Franke | Mother | 54 | Deceased
Richard Franke | Father | 57 | Chicago, IL
Skyla Franke | Twin Sister | 23 | Hawaii
Travis Franke | Brother | 16 | Chicago, IL
• is the character in a gang/law enforcement agency/ citizen:
Law Enforcement
• state your industry and occupation:
Former Chicago Police Department Officer
• personality:
Sawyer is completly in control of his emotions, not likly to give way to how he's truly feeling in any situation. Sawyer quickly and accurately understands a situation, and objectively and logically acts upon the situation. His Thinking side makes his actions and decisions based on an objective list of rules or laws. If awyer was defending someone who had actually committed a crime, he is likely to take advantage of quirks in the law that will get his client off the hook. If he were to actually win the case, he would see his actions as completely fair and proper to the situation, because his actions were lawful. The guilt or innocence of his client would not be as relevant. If this type of reasoning goes uncompletely unchecked by him, it could result in a character that is perceived by others as unethical or even dishonest.
Sawyer, who does not naturally consider the more personal or human element in
decision making, takes care to notice the subjective, personal side of situations. This is a potential problem are for him. Although his logical abilities lend strength and purpose , they may also isolate him from his feelings and from other people. Occasionally though, Sawyer lets his emotion get the best of him and becomes an obsessed mess, trying to fix and make everything better. He will go to great lengths to protect those he hold close and isn't scared to take dirastic measures.
• character image(s):
Sawyer Kyle Franke
• personal creed:
I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane
• gender:
Male
• age:
24
• orientation:
Straight
• relationship status:
Single
• family status:
Melody Franke | Mother | 54 | Deceased
Richard Franke | Father | 57 | Chicago, IL
Skyla Franke | Twin Sister | 23 | Hawaii
Travis Franke | Brother | 16 | Chicago, IL
• is the character in a gang/law enforcement agency/ citizen:
Law Enforcement
• state your industry and occupation:
Former Chicago Police Department Officer
• personality:
Sawyer is completly in control of his emotions, not likly to give way to how he's truly feeling in any situation. Sawyer quickly and accurately understands a situation, and objectively and logically acts upon the situation. His Thinking side makes his actions and decisions based on an objective list of rules or laws. If awyer was defending someone who had actually committed a crime, he is likely to take advantage of quirks in the law that will get his client off the hook. If he were to actually win the case, he would see his actions as completely fair and proper to the situation, because his actions were lawful. The guilt or innocence of his client would not be as relevant. If this type of reasoning goes uncompletely unchecked by him, it could result in a character that is perceived by others as unethical or even dishonest.
Sawyer, who does not naturally consider the more personal or human element in
decision making, takes care to notice the subjective, personal side of situations. This is a potential problem are for him. Although his logical abilities lend strength and purpose , they may also isolate him from his feelings and from other people. Occasionally though, Sawyer lets his emotion get the best of him and becomes an obsessed mess, trying to fix and make everything better. He will go to great lengths to protect those he hold close and isn't scared to take dirastic measures.
• character image(s):
• physical description:
Standing at a quiet tall 6'3" Sawyer weighs 172 pound and is a wiry, muscular
man. His facail features are strong and angled with a defined jaw and wide hazel eyes.
• unique skills and abilities:
Masters in Criminology and Forensic Sciences
Expert in Criminal Profiling
• strengths and weaknesses:
+ Logical Mind Set
+ Emotional Disconnection
+ Charm
+ Charisma
+ Criminal Intellagence
- Skyla and Travis
- His Father
- Emotional Disconnection
- Inner conflict about finding his mother's murderer
• weapons:
Distance
Hand to Hand
(No Sawyer doesn't play fair xD)
Standing at a quiet tall 6'3" Sawyer weighs 172 pound and is a wiry, muscular
man. His facail features are strong and angled with a defined jaw and wide hazel eyes.
• unique skills and abilities:
Masters in Criminology and Forensic Sciences
Expert in Criminal Profiling
• strengths and weaknesses:
+ Logical Mind Set
+ Emotional Disconnection
+ Charm
+ Charisma
+ Criminal Intellagence
- Skyla and Travis
- His Father
- Emotional Disconnection
- Inner conflict about finding his mother's murderer
• weapons:
Distance
Hand to Hand
(No Sawyer doesn't play fair xD)
• background history:
Monday, July 14, my eighth birthday 7 months after my baby brother Travy was born. It was hot, and humid in our small Chicago town house and I was watching travis as he played in his crib, grasping for the moblie above him. Skyla was asleep in the other room. It was one of the few days I was up before her. Our mother exhausted as she was these day's had asked me to watch my younger brother, take care of him till she woke up. It never occured to me that she might not.
The distinct click of the door opening from the floor below me didn't catch my attention. In my head I guess I just assumed it was father, he was usually home around this time, having spent the night in his office, he had probably just finished up work. Looking out the door of the nursery I heard the foot steps pounding up the stairs and saw a tall shadow cross my door frame. As the man entered the room next to mine I turned back to my brother letting him play with with my pinky finger smiling as he tries to chew on it. That's when I hear the scream. I know it Skyla's.
Running from the nursery I'm at the door of my little sisters room eyes searching for her, she's no where to be seen. A lod pop and another scream pierce my ears coming from my parents room. I'm shaking as I walk to thier door my heart racing, Skyla had to be all right. Pulling the door open I see a man standing over a body on the floor. My mother's eyes stare at me open and lifeless blood dripping from the wound in her skull. I hear an animalistic sound coming from somewhere, Skyla sits in the corner crying as she watched the mans arm fall to his side gun still in hand. He looks at Skyla then at me a wide grin on his face as he casually walks my way. Not once does he say a word, but I remember the look on his face.
I'm in to much shock to move as he walks past me. He's leaving and I can't do a thing. Shaking my head as I cry I run over to Skyla and pull her into my chest. She's shaking and sobbing in my arms. "Sky I ask?" my voice so quite I don't know if she can hear me. "What do I do?"
Everything after that is a blur, father comes home to find our mother dead and us in Travis' room clinging to eachother in his crib. The baby laying inbetween my sister and I as all three of us cry. He calls the cops, and tries to calm use but Sky isn't consolible.
The worst part in the following month's was losing my sister to her own mind. She became catatonic, not speaking, eating, or moving at all. She just stared at the walls. When people tried to talk to her, even myself she wouldn't respond, if she did it was in a fit of rage that need sedatives. She didn't snap out of it for months.
When Skyla finally seemed to wake up she didn't remember anything about the morning our mother was murdered, she didn't even know she was dead. Telling her when she asked had to be the hardest thing I'd ever done in my life, so afraid she'd revert back to that dark state she'd been in, but she didn't. She cried, it was hard on her, but she managed to get through it.
Since that day I swore revenge on my mother, swore to find her murderer.
(I'll add more I just can't write it all yet xc)
Monday, July 14, my eighth birthday 7 months after my baby brother Travy was born. It was hot, and humid in our small Chicago town house and I was watching travis as he played in his crib, grasping for the moblie above him. Skyla was asleep in the other room. It was one of the few days I was up before her. Our mother exhausted as she was these day's had asked me to watch my younger brother, take care of him till she woke up. It never occured to me that she might not.
The distinct click of the door opening from the floor below me didn't catch my attention. In my head I guess I just assumed it was father, he was usually home around this time, having spent the night in his office, he had probably just finished up work. Looking out the door of the nursery I heard the foot steps pounding up the stairs and saw a tall shadow cross my door frame. As the man entered the room next to mine I turned back to my brother letting him play with with my pinky finger smiling as he tries to chew on it. That's when I hear the scream. I know it Skyla's.
Running from the nursery I'm at the door of my little sisters room eyes searching for her, she's no where to be seen. A lod pop and another scream pierce my ears coming from my parents room. I'm shaking as I walk to thier door my heart racing, Skyla had to be all right. Pulling the door open I see a man standing over a body on the floor. My mother's eyes stare at me open and lifeless blood dripping from the wound in her skull. I hear an animalistic sound coming from somewhere, Skyla sits in the corner crying as she watched the mans arm fall to his side gun still in hand. He looks at Skyla then at me a wide grin on his face as he casually walks my way. Not once does he say a word, but I remember the look on his face.
I'm in to much shock to move as he walks past me. He's leaving and I can't do a thing. Shaking my head as I cry I run over to Skyla and pull her into my chest. She's shaking and sobbing in my arms. "Sky I ask?" my voice so quite I don't know if she can hear me. "What do I do?"
Everything after that is a blur, father comes home to find our mother dead and us in Travis' room clinging to eachother in his crib. The baby laying inbetween my sister and I as all three of us cry. He calls the cops, and tries to calm use but Sky isn't consolible.
The worst part in the following month's was losing my sister to her own mind. She became catatonic, not speaking, eating, or moving at all. She just stared at the walls. When people tried to talk to her, even myself she wouldn't respond, if she did it was in a fit of rage that need sedatives. She didn't snap out of it for months.
When Skyla finally seemed to wake up she didn't remember anything about the morning our mother was murdered, she didn't even know she was dead. Telling her when she asked had to be the hardest thing I'd ever done in my life, so afraid she'd revert back to that dark state she'd been in, but she didn't. She cried, it was hard on her, but she managed to get through it.
Since that day I swore revenge on my mother, swore to find her murderer.
(I'll add more I just can't write it all yet xc)