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Human Name: William (Will) Franklin

Appearance: A picture will be added later, either when I get ahold of a scanner that works for me, or draw something digitally that I'm proud of. Probably the former. Willy-boy stands at a height of 6'2" (height boost because his shortness before couldn't really be backed up). He dons his black and yellow scarf as always, over a black t-shirt some days and a white one others. He often is seen with writing on his arms, and a marker in hand. His hair is that sort of dark brown that almost looks black but isn't, curving around his face. He still wears thick-rimmed glasses, with his green eyes looking out in an almost searching manner most of the time. Will's shoes aren't the fanciest around, worn black converses that look ancient. His jeans are surprisingly unscathed, a dark navy lightening just a bit at the knees.

Personality: William honest to God probably doesn't want to talk to you unless you're his lost girlfriend or family. But he'll talk to you anyways, because he's a friendly guy. He'll talk to you about anything, it doesn't matter if it interests him or not. He likes children, and often doodles little princesses and superheroes for children living near him. He's a whimp compared to the likes of his mother, he spent up all his badassery being the king of steel. He's still got a bit of an ego. He just really wants to curl up on a couch and chill out all day watching movies no one has ever heard of.

Allies: American allies. And Erie. And New Yorkers.
Enemies: FUCKING CLEVELAND, Philadelphia (less of an enemy, more of a douchecanoe), American enemies and shit.

Background: As a kid, William had a lot to deal with. Stuck all by himself to fend for himself in the new frontier the British and Americans acquired after the French and Indian war, while his other siblings got it easy out East where the civilization was. No wonder he has a inferiority complex. Though they never came to attack him, William always had this inner hatred for the French. Though, the fort was attacked by Chief Pontiac and his troops, who were eventually defeated two months later. A lot of confusion came with the American Revolution, for a year he was on the British side, but the fort was eventually taken over by Americans and his allegiance changed quickly. Also during the war, borders were finally settled and he didn't have to be confused about who the fuck was his parent anymore (because you know how that is).

After the war, Pittsborough and grew from a fort with a few houses around it to a village to a town. Shipbuilding was the thing. Flatboats were built to go upriver. The farmers in the area distilled corn to make whiskey, a much more profitable product. Of course, the early government under the Articles of Confederation was all over that shit. Will wasn't letting that prick Philadelphia tell him what to do! And thus, Whiskey Rebellion, which was a buttload of butthurt farmers bent on calling the government on their bullshit, happened. But that was put down quickly. Oh well. will went back to his new hobby of shipbuilding, and by the 19th century, ocean-going ships were being built and sailed to Europe.

It turned out Pittsburgh (the name changed at some point, Pittsborough sounded stupid anyways) sat in the middle of one of the most productive coal fields in America, as well as being in a region rich in petroleum, natural gas, lumber, and farm goods. Will's been a lucky guy throughout his life, and this is a prime example. The War of 1812 sparked the manufacturing industry, with America's source of manufactured goods cutting them off. It was pretty much "SHIT GUYS LET'S MAKE SOME MOTHERFUCKING IRON PRODUCTS.". Oh yeah glass too but who cares about glass anyways. Other emerging manufacturing towns challenged Pittsburgh with their fancy roads, and then suddenly BAM PENNSYLVANIA TURNPIKE. More luck, Will was no longer threatened by a lack of direct transportation. By the time he became a legit city in 1816, commerce, manufacturing.... and a constant cloud of coal dust were already present. Due to the rapid growth of the city, a lot of things didn't catch up quickly enough, such as the water system. In 1845 a great fire caused 9 million dollars in damages. That wasn't lucky. At all.

The city grew, moving from iron to what it is better known for in the modern day, steel. The Civil War, like the War of 1812, helped the city by sparking a boost in manufacturing. Suddenly there were dozens of industrialists building fortunes in Pittsburgh, inventing new technologies, and making the air quality go from bad to "holy shit how is this even a habitable city". With that much labor, immigrants were bound to come in, as was the case for the influx of Germans in the mid-19th century. And with immigrants getting paid minimum wage comes labor strife. Widespread rioting. Things burning. Eaugh. Allegheny City, Will's neighbor across the river, was annexed in 1907.

Then holy shit more growth. IT NEVER ENDS. Although he was a fancy businessman by now, Pittsburgh was a mess appearance-wise. With smog so thick that streetlights had to burn during the day, rivers that resembled open sewers, and slag being dumped, it was no wonder that the wealthy hid away from the inner parts of the city. However, immigrants swarmed into the city, on a hunt for jobs. Sadly, the Great Depression took away many of these jobs. The huge population of immigrants from all over Europe influenced Pittsburgh greatly during this time. GREATLY.

And then World War II happened. And guess what? PROSPERITY AGAIN. Seeing a pattern yet? Known as the "Arsenal of Democracy", (Even Penn's kids are Democrazy) Pittsburgh produced the steel, aluminum, munitions, and machinery the Allies used during WWII. The mills contributed 95 million tons of steel, which is a fuckton. After the war, the new mayor decided to make Will quit cold turkey and the Italians got pissed off because the coal used at the time was the reason they all had jobs. The "Renaissance I" was a program to get rid of Pittsburgh's shitty reputation of being... shitty. Suddenly there were parks and culture and arts everywhere, and the air quality was better. THANK GOD. Though, the steel industry was still around.

PSYCHE. They thought they were safe, but then the steel industry in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and the rest of the Northeast just collapsed upon itself. Many left the city for the south or the suburbs. Large companies left the city, and Will was just sitting there wondering what had happened. There was not one steel mill left within the city limits of Pittsburgh after that, as it shifted from manufacturing to things like health, robotics, and education. Miracles. The city of Pittsburgh moved from being the smoky city with sewage rivers to the most liveable city in the US, WAY CLEANER THAN YOU PHILADELPHIA HAHAHAHAHA-

With the collapse of American government whatever, America was getting too mainstream Will retreated to live in an apartment building in the East side, spending his days writing on walls and with markers. He doesn't come outside much, he doesn't want to die of an asthma attack or something.

Occupation: None POOR-ASS LAZY BUTT
Weaponry: Louisville Slugger BITCHES BEST BE SCARED-

Strengths: Will is a pretty athletic guy, funny enough. He is a swift runner, LIKE A GAZELLE. /shot He can weasel himself out of many a predicament, if he actually manages to get into one in the first place, he's a lucky guy.
Weaknesses: He suffers from Pollution-Induced Asthma (which is why he hides around indoors so much). Due to this he tends to get respiratory sicknesses. His batting skills are second to many.

Likes: His scarf, black coffee, computers IF HE HAD ONE HE WOULD BE TUMBLING UNTIL HE WITHERED AWAY IF TUMBLR STILL EXISTED BY THIS POINT, ridiculous food combinations, kids, STEEL, Indie, pop (it's pop, not soda!), arts, particularly poetry.
Dislikes: Loosing his "mojo" while writing, shitty food (it is UNACCEPTABLE), egotistical assholes PHILLY /COUGH, people who can't spell.

Anything Else: He doesn't like his accent, he thinks he sounds uneducated. Churros are hard to find in Pittsburgh.
Getting my shit done. B)

/claps

Hipsters, man.

Accepted, or Approbated, though you've probably never heard of it--

FUCK YES /MACFLIP