' IF IT'S RIGHTEOUSNESS YOU WANT, AIN'T YOU IN THE WRONG TOWN ? '

name frank moore , nickname(s) frankie, dob march 30th age twenty5 , pob hidehill gender cisgender man , pronouns he or him , orientation heterosexual, demiromantic languages english, some italian, some russian, voice raspy, heavy tennessee accent .

faceclaim COSTA D'ANGELO height 6'5 tattoos COUNTLESS, NOTABLY SLEEVE TATTOOS ON HIS ARM, SOME ALONG HIS ABDOMEN scars ONE LONG SCAR DOWN HIS LEFT CHEEK, AN OLD FIGHT YEARS AGO, FROM A KNIFE siblings JUNE MOORE, OLDER SISTER, ( WANTED CONNECTION FOR OTHER SIBLING ) . parents HENRY AND KAITLYN MOORE media inspirations DALLAS WINSTON, MICHAEL CORLEONE, JIM STARK, JAX TELLER, AND BILLY COSTIGAN .

TW violence

YOUR  STORY,  LIKE  MANY  MEN'S  STORIES,  BEGINS  WITH  SURVIVAL.  OUT  OF  THE  WOMB  YOU  ARRIVED,  ALREADY  WITH  THE  TASTE  OF  BLOOD  IN  YOUR  MOUTH.  YOU  ARE  BORN  IN  A  SMALL  TENNESSEE  TOWN  WHERE  THERE  WERE  BUZZARDS  AND  INSECTS,  A  BURNING  THAT  WAS  NEVER-ENDING  AND  SOON  YOUR  SKIN  GREW  THICK  WITH  THE  WEATHER.  WHAT  MAKES  A  CHILD?  FLESH,  BONE,  BRINE,  LOVE?  AN  UNEXPLAINABLE  PHENOMENON  BROUGHT  ON  BY  THE  ABSENCE  OF  A  MOTHER,  OBSESSION  OF  A  FATHER,  PERHAPS:  YOU  REMEMBER  WEEPING  AT  THINGS  THAT  SEEMED  ODD.  A  MOTH  FLAPPING  ITS  WINGS  AGAINST  A  HOT  LIGHTBULB,  THE  SMELL  OF  SOMETHING  BURNING  —  THERE  IS  ALWAYS  SOMETHING  BURNING.  YOU  ARE  RAISED  WITHIN  A  HOME  THAT  BREEDS  AMBITION.  IF  YOU  ARE  NOT  BECOMING  A  LORE  -  EATER,  YOU  ARE  A  FAILURE.  THE  HOME  THAT  IS  NOT  A  HOME,  BUT  SOMETHING  HUNGRIER.  YOU  ARE  BURNING  THAT  MEMORY  IN  THE  GUTTER  OF  YOUR  BELLY.  YOU  ARE  DIGESTING  IT.  IT  MEANS  NOTHING,  ANYWAY.  AND  WHAT  GOOD  IS  A  MEMORY  IF  IT  DOESN’T  BRING  VALUE?  YOU  SLACK   IN  SCHOOL. YOU ARE INFLUENCED BY YOUR FRIEND WHOSE FATHER IS INVOLVED WITH THE ITALIAN - AMERICAN MOB DEALINGS.   YOU  TURN TO THE OLDER WOLVES OF THE STREETS,  YOU  PICK  UP  FIGHTING,   THEFT,  AND EVENTUALLY YOU LAND IN JUVENILE FOR A BAR FIGHT THAT ENDS WITH THE OTHER FIFTEEN YEAR OLD WITH A STAB WOUND .  THINGS  TO  DO  WHEN  THE  MOTHER'S  EYES  ARE  NOT  VALIDATING  YOU.  THINGS  TO  DO  WHEN  THE  CHILD  FEELS  THE  HOME  LIKE  A  BLACK  -  FLY  FEELS  THE  MOUTH  OF  A  HUNGRY  BULLFROG.  THERE  ARE  THINGS  IN  THIS  WORLD  THAT  AS  A  FIFTEEN  YEAR  OLD  BOY  YOU  SIMPLY  CAN'T  RECALL  WITH  SHARP  MEMORY.  HOWEVER,  YOU  REMEMBER  YOUR  MOTHER’S  HEAD  AS  SHE  LEAVES DURING VISITING HOURS.  DARK  HAIR,  PALE  SKIN.  THE  WAY  THE  SUN  WAS  SHINING,  BUT  IT  FELT  LIKE  A  DEAD  AUTUMN  DAY.  YOUR  FATHER  REFUSES  TO  TALK  TO  YOU  FOR  A  YEAR.  HE  FOCUSES  ON  HIS  TOWN,  A  MAYOR  ABOVE  -  ALL. 

AFTER FIVE YEARS IN PRISON, YOU RETURN TO CIVILIZATION. ABANDONMENT  SEEMED  TOO  STRONG  OF  A  WORD,  BUT  THERE  WAS  A  SEPARATION  OF  HEARTS,  A  SUDDEN  LACK  OF  WARMTH  WITH  YOUR  FAMILY,   MOSTLY YOUR   FATHER.  YOU  FIND  YOURSELF  IN  THE  WINTER  ONCE  MORE.  YOU GET A JOB AT THE STRIP CLUB   ⸻  A  FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH IF ANYONE GAVE YOU OR THE DANCERS TROUBLE.  YOUR FLING WITH SYDNEY WAS BRIEF, BUT HEAVY IN FEELINGS.

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