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Post by Francis Fortunato on Aug 17, 2020 13:23:15 GMT
FRANCIS FORTUNATO
FULL NAME: Francis Fortunato
CODENAME: The Last Laugh
FACE CLAIM: Aiden Alexander
AGE: 20
CATEGORY: Powered
TEAM: Unaligned
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil
CODENAME: The Last Laugh
FACE CLAIM: Aiden Alexander
AGE: 20
CATEGORY: Powered
TEAM: Unaligned
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil
Personal
SEXUALITY: Bi
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ETHNICITY: Italian-American
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ETHNICITY: Italian-American
Double Life
ABILITIES:
~Bad Luck: The Last Laugh’s curse, plain and simple bad luck. If he doesn’t inflict it upon others, it’ll rebound upon himself with particularly painful consequences. His powers revolve around karma. Specifically the bad karma of everyone on earth. All the vice and sin of the world around him, he siphons this negative energy around him like a lightning rod. Within the vicinity of a large city, the blatant cruelty of man is siphoned into his body and pulsates through his veins. But, one boy can’t contain all that bad juju. It needs a place to go! All that nasty karma excretes through his skin and manifests itself as the aforementioned plain and simple bad luck. Mostly upon himself. All his life, especially his childhood, this evil ick screwed Francis over. A relentless plague of bad luck, examples include something as simple as accidentally spilling orange juice all over his crush, to a sudden inexplicable case of rabies befalling his childhood dog which in turn tried to maul him, to even at one point his school bus running him over. These are the manifestations of society’s evil oozing out of his body. Every petty act of malice, every Machiavellian betrayal, every political lie. It wasn’t long into his teenage years that Francis stumbled upon a discovery.... If he sent all that bad luck elsewhere, it would not manifest upon him. The more heinous the act, the less his bad luck would rebound upon him. So, with a snap of his fingers he’d cause shoelaces to untie or the rope of a stage light to snap. Petty hazards and misfortunes which he could summon at will.
SKILLS:
~Prestidigitation: Adept talents in the art of sleight of hand, the Last Laugh was trained in the craft by a sideshow magician in his teenage years. He uses these talents mostly for the sake of showmanship in his acts of crime, but they also prove handy as a criminal.
~Manipulation: Although he puts on a front of a fool and a flamboyant moron, this is merely an act for his own gain. Others will underestimate him, allowing for quick and easy backstabs. He’s quite good a sycophancy, and is easily capable of weaseling his way into almost inner circles.
~Charisma: Francis can be annoying at times, but he’s got charm. With a false face of friendliness, his honeyed words and uncaring attitude have made him rather popular.
~Acrobatics: Though he is very limited in this regard, Francis was so committed to daring acts of showmanship that he took up acrobatics and other forms of gymnastics to add a bit of pizazz to his role as a villain. He jumps and he vaults about with grace and stride, dodging blows hopping away like a hare.
~Genius: The Last Laugh is incredibly intelligent. He outwits his allies and foes at almost every step, with grand Machiavellian ploys for this or that. Eloquently crafted schemes, often for something meaningless or trivial.
WEAKNESSES:
~Narcissism: The Last Laugh is arrogant to the point of delusional. He boasts and belittles at every turn, to him the world is just a bowl of fire ants. Hurts like hell, but quite insignificant and pathetic. He’ll underestimate even the sharpest of foes, much to his own detriment, and does not understand that he is alone in his philosophy his pain and madness and revelry.
~Gambling: Gambling, it’s fun... A little too fun... He’s addicted to gambling. He cheats, sure, uses his powers to make his opposition fail and falter. But his powers rebound on him too much. He’ll get a winning streak, caught up in the tide of victory. Then he’ll gamble away everything with his powers stripping all his winnings away. It’s a story he’s gone through time and time again. He’s in deep with the mob debt because of it, ploying various bizarre schemes in a futile attempt to square up. With that being said, he’s atrocious with money. He’ll purchase random truckers, baubles and clothes he doesn’t even want. Because he does not value money, he does not value anything.
~Nihilism: The world is a tipsy turvy place which twists and contorts those within into something weird and something wild. The Last Laugh despises earth and man and everything and wishes to dance upon the wreckage amidst fire and degradation. You wouldn’t believe what goes on in his head...
~Frailty: Francis is human, very human, and a weak one at that. He is dreadful at hand-to-hand combat, and perish the thought of his silken skin being bruised! No, one hit and he’s out for the count. Francis is far better suited for dodging.
~Misfortune Though the Last Laugh channels most of his misfortune upon others, but it will still occasionally rebound upon him. It is guaranteed to manifest on him if he doesn’t invite it upon others, but even with most of the bad luck sent away he’ll still recover a devastating rebound.
~Limitations: His powers can not control or directly affect people. Rather, the bad luck influences nearby hazards in an attempt to inflict harm. He can not cause cataclysms with it either, so no earthquakes or hurricanes or otherwise. The worst he’s been known to cause are car crashes.
~Positivity: With his powers running off a fuel of negativity, it stands to reason that the opposite end of the spectrum could bring about detrimental results. A force or person who suddenly inspires overwhelming positivity and genuine goodness in a crowd can completely negate his powers, leaving him only a deranged and flamboyant human. He doesn’t believe in positivity, so this is not something he’ll even consider in his plans and schemes.
~Bad Luck: The Last Laugh’s curse, plain and simple bad luck. If he doesn’t inflict it upon others, it’ll rebound upon himself with particularly painful consequences. His powers revolve around karma. Specifically the bad karma of everyone on earth. All the vice and sin of the world around him, he siphons this negative energy around him like a lightning rod. Within the vicinity of a large city, the blatant cruelty of man is siphoned into his body and pulsates through his veins. But, one boy can’t contain all that bad juju. It needs a place to go! All that nasty karma excretes through his skin and manifests itself as the aforementioned plain and simple bad luck. Mostly upon himself. All his life, especially his childhood, this evil ick screwed Francis over. A relentless plague of bad luck, examples include something as simple as accidentally spilling orange juice all over his crush, to a sudden inexplicable case of rabies befalling his childhood dog which in turn tried to maul him, to even at one point his school bus running him over. These are the manifestations of society’s evil oozing out of his body. Every petty act of malice, every Machiavellian betrayal, every political lie. It wasn’t long into his teenage years that Francis stumbled upon a discovery.... If he sent all that bad luck elsewhere, it would not manifest upon him. The more heinous the act, the less his bad luck would rebound upon him. So, with a snap of his fingers he’d cause shoelaces to untie or the rope of a stage light to snap. Petty hazards and misfortunes which he could summon at will.
SKILLS:
~Prestidigitation: Adept talents in the art of sleight of hand, the Last Laugh was trained in the craft by a sideshow magician in his teenage years. He uses these talents mostly for the sake of showmanship in his acts of crime, but they also prove handy as a criminal.
~Manipulation: Although he puts on a front of a fool and a flamboyant moron, this is merely an act for his own gain. Others will underestimate him, allowing for quick and easy backstabs. He’s quite good a sycophancy, and is easily capable of weaseling his way into almost inner circles.
~Charisma: Francis can be annoying at times, but he’s got charm. With a false face of friendliness, his honeyed words and uncaring attitude have made him rather popular.
~Acrobatics: Though he is very limited in this regard, Francis was so committed to daring acts of showmanship that he took up acrobatics and other forms of gymnastics to add a bit of pizazz to his role as a villain. He jumps and he vaults about with grace and stride, dodging blows hopping away like a hare.
~Genius: The Last Laugh is incredibly intelligent. He outwits his allies and foes at almost every step, with grand Machiavellian ploys for this or that. Eloquently crafted schemes, often for something meaningless or trivial.
WEAKNESSES:
~Narcissism: The Last Laugh is arrogant to the point of delusional. He boasts and belittles at every turn, to him the world is just a bowl of fire ants. Hurts like hell, but quite insignificant and pathetic. He’ll underestimate even the sharpest of foes, much to his own detriment, and does not understand that he is alone in his philosophy his pain and madness and revelry.
~Gambling: Gambling, it’s fun... A little too fun... He’s addicted to gambling. He cheats, sure, uses his powers to make his opposition fail and falter. But his powers rebound on him too much. He’ll get a winning streak, caught up in the tide of victory. Then he’ll gamble away everything with his powers stripping all his winnings away. It’s a story he’s gone through time and time again. He’s in deep with the mob debt because of it, ploying various bizarre schemes in a futile attempt to square up. With that being said, he’s atrocious with money. He’ll purchase random truckers, baubles and clothes he doesn’t even want. Because he does not value money, he does not value anything.
~Nihilism: The world is a tipsy turvy place which twists and contorts those within into something weird and something wild. The Last Laugh despises earth and man and everything and wishes to dance upon the wreckage amidst fire and degradation. You wouldn’t believe what goes on in his head...
~Frailty: Francis is human, very human, and a weak one at that. He is dreadful at hand-to-hand combat, and perish the thought of his silken skin being bruised! No, one hit and he’s out for the count. Francis is far better suited for dodging.
~Misfortune Though the Last Laugh channels most of his misfortune upon others, but it will still occasionally rebound upon him. It is guaranteed to manifest on him if he doesn’t invite it upon others, but even with most of the bad luck sent away he’ll still recover a devastating rebound.
~Limitations: His powers can not control or directly affect people. Rather, the bad luck influences nearby hazards in an attempt to inflict harm. He can not cause cataclysms with it either, so no earthquakes or hurricanes or otherwise. The worst he’s been known to cause are car crashes.
~Positivity: With his powers running off a fuel of negativity, it stands to reason that the opposite end of the spectrum could bring about detrimental results. A force or person who suddenly inspires overwhelming positivity and genuine goodness in a crowd can completely negate his powers, leaving him only a deranged and flamboyant human. He doesn’t believe in positivity, so this is not something he’ll even consider in his plans and schemes.
Appearance
GENERAL: Francis Fortunato is a fellow who cares very much about his appearance. It’s something he’s very proud of, boastful of even. His one and only stroke of good luck, his first and final jackpot... Being pretty. He’ll go to great measures to preserve this natural beauty, wielding copious amounts of feminine products and moisturizers to ensure that his skin is as smooth as silk and his hair as lush and verdant as soft grass. His eyes are blue, and gleam with a sick and twisted joy like starlight. His hair is golden blonde, bright as daylight and pampered like a spoiled child. His smile is effervescent and blissful but twisted and evil at the same time.
There is a certain style and amor Fortunato always holds himself too. He strides for grace and majesty in all of his endeavors, from peppering twirls and exuberant poses in his daily life to theatrical Shakespearean monologues, the likes of which few of his peers could ever truly comprehend. His apparel is always elaborate and stylish, expensive scarves, jackets, and accessories bedazzling his person at all times. Perhaps he’s effeminate in that way. He mostly just enjoys the attention. thrives off the attention. So desperate for that attention, he took up an alter ego.....
COSTUME: Upon starlight’s first shimmer, the Last Laugh springs unto the world. A horrible little jester beaming with pride under the moon’s effervescent spotlight. His guise is of some Venetian clown of black and white coloration. An ugly grinning jester dancing the night away. With an asymmetric poncho draped over his shoulders and arms bedazzled in feathers as black as tar and a white jesters collar with golden bells. Nestled cozily beneath that cape of feathers is a tight fitting medieval tunic of varying shades of white black and brown. The tunic houses a number of belts, straps, and various compartments for the Laugh’s various tricks and accessories. These mostly consist of knives, confetti, and sparkly fun looking explosives. His pants are baggy and large, the right side white and the left black. The floofy tips of those clown pants are tucked within black and white striped socks, which in turn are tucked into pixie shoes. The right shoe is black with a golden bell, the left white with a golden bell. His mask is shaped like a skull and covers just above his lips, the right side being white and the left black both of which are accented with golden floral patterns. Tufts of his hair drape cozily over his masquerade skull, sometimes his natural golden blonde hue, other times dyed white and black to match his delightful persona. Finally, there is his jagged crown. A mangled jesters cap with six points snarling up forwards. The center and farthest two points are white with a golden floral trim and golden bells. The inner pair are black with same gold embellishments and bells.
There is a certain style and amor Fortunato always holds himself too. He strides for grace and majesty in all of his endeavors, from peppering twirls and exuberant poses in his daily life to theatrical Shakespearean monologues, the likes of which few of his peers could ever truly comprehend. His apparel is always elaborate and stylish, expensive scarves, jackets, and accessories bedazzling his person at all times. Perhaps he’s effeminate in that way. He mostly just enjoys the attention. thrives off the attention. So desperate for that attention, he took up an alter ego.....
COSTUME: Upon starlight’s first shimmer, the Last Laugh springs unto the world. A horrible little jester beaming with pride under the moon’s effervescent spotlight. His guise is of some Venetian clown of black and white coloration. An ugly grinning jester dancing the night away. With an asymmetric poncho draped over his shoulders and arms bedazzled in feathers as black as tar and a white jesters collar with golden bells. Nestled cozily beneath that cape of feathers is a tight fitting medieval tunic of varying shades of white black and brown. The tunic houses a number of belts, straps, and various compartments for the Laugh’s various tricks and accessories. These mostly consist of knives, confetti, and sparkly fun looking explosives. His pants are baggy and large, the right side white and the left black. The floofy tips of those clown pants are tucked within black and white striped socks, which in turn are tucked into pixie shoes. The right shoe is black with a golden bell, the left white with a golden bell. His mask is shaped like a skull and covers just above his lips, the right side being white and the left black both of which are accented with golden floral patterns. Tufts of his hair drape cozily over his masquerade skull, sometimes his natural golden blonde hue, other times dyed white and black to match his delightful persona. Finally, there is his jagged crown. A mangled jesters cap with six points snarling up forwards. The center and farthest two points are white with a golden floral trim and golden bells. The inner pair are black with same gold embellishments and bells.
Personality
There is a certain dichotomy to the world. The mask and vaneer of society, with its falsehood niceties and inane civility. Then there is the repressed hideousness and insanity which lurks within. Good ~ bad. Civil ~ rude. What you say with your mouth, but think in your head. The duality, wonderful poetic fantabulous duality! Francis Fortunato is all about that. Most of the mindless sheeple
No, Francis is childish and adores tormenting others. A troll you might say. He enjoys pranks and insults and makes it his mission to stir the pot. He lives and breathes drama, well the drama of others. He finds their personal business quite funny, actually. If given the chance, he’d swindle your phone and spend hours cackling at your text messages. That being said, he cares little for boundaries. Physical or emotional. He acknowledges them, realizes they exist, he just doesn’t care. He’s rather clingy like that actually. If he’s at all attached to you, expect a great deal of physical and emotional poking and prodding, mostly for his own amusement. On the topic of touching, he’s very flirty. He notes and giggles at your appearance, and will very openly declare his lust. Truthfully, however; he cares little for promiscuity and other such sensual pleasures. Mainly, it’s an ego thing. He wants to claim as many prizes as possible for each and everyone to praise and adore him for the queen he well and truly is. Their praise and adulation is all he wants, their looks are... Nice... But their emotions he could care less about. He’s rather emotionally distant, actually. He despises humanity, so why let any of these lowly pathetic little creatures know of his inner turmoil? He’s spiteful towards his fellow man, for it is their fault he has suffered for all this time. This disgust and anger in time swelled into hatred. He harbors omnicidal intentions beneath that false smile. The extinction of all worlds. An event he’s dubbed “the curtain call”. It’s his ultimate ambition, not one he’s entirely sure how to accomplish. The extinction of life, destruction of the universe, the end of days. To obliterate all worlds and bring about inner peace. Curtain Call.
As the Last Laugh, Francis presents himself as a cackling insane madman. Perhaps he truly is insane, but mostly he’s just out for fun and chaos. To wreak as much havoc as all possible. To dance the night away in jubilicious revelry and madness as the world burns behind him. He prattles on with jokes and boasts and bizarre rants. Rants that, make sense but as the same time don’t. Connections others can not fathom, connections that sound stupid but simultaneously smart. Insane. That’s all he is, and having a hell of a lot of fun with it. Spiraling down the depths of insanity and despair and twirling and partying with the weird and the wild. The Last Laugh is utterly illogical, but it won’t matter when everyone’s dead. So, people think he’s strange. So they think he’s deranged and beyond reason? He’ll put on a show for what adoring fans he has, they’ll watch and dance and revel as the warped and the wild envelope his mind and twist him into chaos and disrepair. Nothing of this paragraph makes sense. All of it is gibberish, for that is all the Last Laugh is. Lies and love and fun under the sun. But the world made him this way... He will have the last laugh.
History
It was a stroke of luck which brought Francis into this world. His parents, an upper middle class Italian-American couple, were deemed infertile. But against all odds, fortune favored the boy who came to be. Francis Fortunato. His grandmother would always call him “buon fortuno” or “good fortune” in English. But, at young age it became apparent that the opposite was the case. Francis, since day two, was plagued with copious and inexplicable bad luck.
As a baby, it was hardly noticeable. A few odd things, lights flickering, toys toppling over, bizarre things eerily reminiscent to a poltergeist. As he grew older, the misfortunes became quite evident. He was cursed with bad luck. A series of unfortunate events one after the next, a constant barrage. Hell. His childhood was hell. From little things like accidentally spilling orange juice over his crush, then a sudden inexplicable case of rabies befalling his childhood dog which in turn tried to maul him, then the time when his school bus ran him over. There were countless times at the hospital, it sent home by the school nurse. Every time, after every incident, after every accident.... They laughed. God, they laughed at him. Children and even adults cackling and leering are him as he’d slip or trip or have some unfortunate accident befall him. They laughed and he cried. He grew to hate them. All of them. He despised the people around him, especially that god awful laughing.
He was an outcast and a joke. Bullied with no friends all for a curse he did not understand. It brewed and boiled a very rare hatred, the likes of which few humans will ever know. His parents were confused and alarmed, unsure of what to do with the unluckiest boy in the world. Rather than any emotional investment, the Fortunato family coddled Francis with gifts. Books, comics and media. It was around this time he discovered his true passion... Showmanship. Francis immersed himself in theater, Italian and Shakespearean arts, sideshow acts and magic! He loved magic and theater, and was even trained in the arts of prestidigitation. This sudden epiphany was where and when he discovered whom and what he was.
He was still quiet and timid, but now he had a passion. He read into philosophy and myth from all over the world, learning of karma, learning of evil, learning of Machiavelli. I’m high school Francis came upon an epiphany... Several epiphanies. One, his misfortune is powered by all the evil of the world. Evil petty act of malice and every horrible betrayal, they pierced through blood and his life a living hell. Humanity in all of its putrid rottenness did this too him... He was angry, nay livid. He wanted revenge. Revenge for all the pain, all the misery, and all the laughter... Why couldn’t they stop laughing!? Which leads to epiphany two... If he were to manifest that bad luck elsewhere... Send it to all the miserable wretched souls which tortured and tormented him, the bad luck would not rebound upon him. The seeds of a horrible tree were planted the inkling of an idea. In his senior year of high school, the unthinkable happened. His powers manifested once more, a fateful crashing of cars eliminated the lives of his parents. His powers killed them... He snapped.
Gone mad. Quiet and timid no longer. The first year of college came, and he was flamboyant and free. He gambled away his home, he became pompous petulant and flamboyant. Pent up charisma at long last, garish and stylish clothes, wonder and amazement at every turn. For, that inkling of an idea sprouted, that seed flourished. He’d have his revenge. He’d make the world pay. Poor pathetic Francis Fortunato would have the last laugh.
As a baby, it was hardly noticeable. A few odd things, lights flickering, toys toppling over, bizarre things eerily reminiscent to a poltergeist. As he grew older, the misfortunes became quite evident. He was cursed with bad luck. A series of unfortunate events one after the next, a constant barrage. Hell. His childhood was hell. From little things like accidentally spilling orange juice over his crush, then a sudden inexplicable case of rabies befalling his childhood dog which in turn tried to maul him, then the time when his school bus ran him over. There were countless times at the hospital, it sent home by the school nurse. Every time, after every incident, after every accident.... They laughed. God, they laughed at him. Children and even adults cackling and leering are him as he’d slip or trip or have some unfortunate accident befall him. They laughed and he cried. He grew to hate them. All of them. He despised the people around him, especially that god awful laughing.
He was an outcast and a joke. Bullied with no friends all for a curse he did not understand. It brewed and boiled a very rare hatred, the likes of which few humans will ever know. His parents were confused and alarmed, unsure of what to do with the unluckiest boy in the world. Rather than any emotional investment, the Fortunato family coddled Francis with gifts. Books, comics and media. It was around this time he discovered his true passion... Showmanship. Francis immersed himself in theater, Italian and Shakespearean arts, sideshow acts and magic! He loved magic and theater, and was even trained in the arts of prestidigitation. This sudden epiphany was where and when he discovered whom and what he was.
He was still quiet and timid, but now he had a passion. He read into philosophy and myth from all over the world, learning of karma, learning of evil, learning of Machiavelli. I’m high school Francis came upon an epiphany... Several epiphanies. One, his misfortune is powered by all the evil of the world. Evil petty act of malice and every horrible betrayal, they pierced through blood and his life a living hell. Humanity in all of its putrid rottenness did this too him... He was angry, nay livid. He wanted revenge. Revenge for all the pain, all the misery, and all the laughter... Why couldn’t they stop laughing!? Which leads to epiphany two... If he were to manifest that bad luck elsewhere... Send it to all the miserable wretched souls which tortured and tormented him, the bad luck would not rebound upon him. The seeds of a horrible tree were planted the inkling of an idea. In his senior year of high school, the unthinkable happened. His powers manifested once more, a fateful crashing of cars eliminated the lives of his parents. His powers killed them... He snapped.
Gone mad. Quiet and timid no longer. The first year of college came, and he was flamboyant and free. He gambled away his home, he became pompous petulant and flamboyant. Pent up charisma at long last, garish and stylish clothes, wonder and amazement at every turn. For, that inkling of an idea sprouted, that seed flourished. He’d have his revenge. He’d make the world pay. Poor pathetic Francis Fortunato would have the last laugh.
Player
OOC NAME: Mr. Scarecrow
PRONOUNS: He/Him
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A, ‘tis my debut here
SOURCE: I was Shanghaid by Anna!
PRONOUNS: He/Him
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A, ‘tis my debut here
SOURCE: I was Shanghaid by Anna!
credit to Laura of Adox
