_frankie_ (![]() @ 2002-07-09 11:22:00 |
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BASICS
Full Name: Frankie Ash
Age: 26 DOB: October 30 Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Height: 5'1" Orientation: Queer Relationship Status: Fuckboi stud Occupation: Bar manager Current Residence: Lives in a garage apartment Turn-Ons/Fetishes: Glasses, tattoos, oral fixation (licking, biting, sucking), sex while stoned, public sex, mutual masturbation, toys, pegging, fluid exchange, phone sex, dirty photos/sexting, an element of criminal mischief, androgyny, rimming pretty boys, role-plays. Hard Limits: Toxic masculinity, gold-star lesbians, TERF or SWERF behavior, being tied up. |
PERSONALITY
Frankie is a tough cookie; she's used to being the only girl in a man's world, since she grew up in a house of boys, and she has always been somewhat tomboy even though she cleans up pretty. She can handle herself, despite her petite frame, and has been known to start plenty of fights with her smart mouth and rough personality. She's sarcastic and dry, but she is also loyal to the people she likes and appreciates anyone who can do their job or do her a solid without making a big thing of it. She is fiercely independent and doesn't like clinginess or insecurity in her partners; it's the quickest way to drive her away. She prefers to play it cool, keep plans loose, and see where the night takes her. She's a rampant insomniac and spends most of her nights on her own adventures; she likes urban exploration, photography, road trips and finding new haunts around the city. She's smart, reliable, and takes no shit from anyone but she doesn't go out of her way to be a bitch, either; if people rub her the wrong way, it can take awhile to get back on her good side though.
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HISTORY
Frankie was born and raised in Vegas; her mother passed away of cancer when she was ten, which really affected Frankie in a huge way, and she spent the rest of her childhood being raised by her father and her three brothers. She was always a hard worker, whether it was sacking groceries after school or babysitting for extra cash, and she managed most of the family's budget and handled things like food shopping and bill-paying. She put herself through one year of community college before deciding that it wasn't for her, and instead she opted to work as a bartender on the Strip and make as much money as she could. She didn't work at the big casino bars; with her long braids, resting bitch face and tattoos she hardly fit in there. She kept to the strip clubs and dive bars, working her way around the fringes of the nightlife scene and socking away as much money as she could. Frankie dated around but never really anything too serious; she had always identified as pansexual, though she leaned strongly toward those with a feminine energy. She liked her life--- her little black book was jammed with everything from pillow princesses to pretty boys that liked how she worked a strap-on, and she made enough money slinging drinks to afford her cool little apartment and her few hobbies. She stayed close with her family and always went home for dinner at least one night a week. And then she heard that the Ranch, the most prestigious boys' club in the city, was opening its doors to those of the female persuasion. With the gender cap lifted, she couldn't resist putting in her application as a bar shift manager and crossing her fingers. It could be just the change she was looking for... |
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