Frank Cox

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

FRANK SUNFLOWER COX
SEVENTEEN//FEMALE//HETEROSEXUAL//MATTER CONSUMPTION//STUDENT//JENNIFER LAWRENCE

POWER INFO: Matter Consumption

… Frank explains it best.

{pretty, right? Don't I just know it. Boys, girls, please, keep your distance. There's enough to go around}
R U NUTS? WHO ASKS A GIRL HER AGE? THAT IS JUST RUDE. IT'S SEVENTEEN, SO, LIKE OLD ENOUGH TO BE HAWT, BUT NTO OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE PR0N. I CAN FEEL YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT FROM HERE//GOT BOOBS AN' NO BOY PARTS, SO THAT'S GIRL, RIGHT?//I LIKE DOODS. I MEAN, THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME WITH TAHT ONE GIRL BUT I'M PRETTY SURE WE WERE BOTH HOPPED UP ON CAKE AND SMARTIES AND WANTING ATTENTION AND STUFF//MATTER CONSUMPTION I EAT STUFF, YO!//LADY OVERLORD OF KALLISPELL AND QUEEN OF ALL I SURVEY. OR JESTER. OR STUDNET, I GUESS.//I CLAIM YOUR FACE. AND EAT IT. AND PRETEND ITS DELICIOUS AND DOESN'T TASTE LIKE FACE.

POWER INFO: MATTER CONSUMPTION

Okay, so basically, I can eat whatever the hell I want. Which makes me a goat, which is just the MOST AWESOME POWER EVAH, right? My teeth are super strong and able to just sort of bite into whatever the hell I want, mostly for the purposes of eating and all that junk. It's all like “aluminum can? Heck yeah, gimme a piece of that.” (Tastes like tin, btw). I've also got, like the stomach to process all that crap. And my insides are sorta protected, so I don't, like, get all torn up from eating a rubber hose or something. Okay, I, like, can, which is why I don't usually eat rubber hoses. Plus they taste like rubber, which is still as yummy as ever.

Limitations, well, uh, I can eat whatever. But I have to eat like, ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. Seriously, it's almost weirder to see me without food than me with food. My muta-abolism be all janked up yo. Which means I get these weird highs and lows. High when I manage to cram enough down my throat to be all hyped up; low whenever it all digests and I'm like “whyyyyy” usually in a whiny voice.

Oh, I can't bite like, EVERYTHING. Just most things. My teeth are a little tougher than the normal humans, but it's not like I can go taking nibbles off spaceships. I could, like, swallow a spaceship and digest it, but it would probably have to be in little edible bites.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: I. Look. Awesome. But you said a few paragraphs so, uh. Let's see. I'm sort of average sized when it comes to the whole height/weight thing. I'd probably be as big as a house if it weren't for the whole power thing, but, yeah, there's the power thing, so I'm actually pretty skinny. Not, like, super skinny or model skinny; models look a little weird, don't they? But pretty skinny. Not so much in the face though. I kinda got these chipmunk cheek things.

I guess I'm pretty? Who wants to write that? Dearest application, I am super hawt. My eyes are the color of the ocean after a storm and my hair falls in gentle soft chestnut waves down to my butt. My body stops traffic and---and I should probably actually write about my appearance, huh? Well, uh, I kinda have a girl next door sort of look. I can do sexy. I know how to pout, 'cuz, hello, rich girl, and I can abuse it from time to time. Eyes! My eyes are green! Just green though, not really, like, “emerald green” or “green like the buds of leaves.” Just green. Normal person lips. Normal person boobs. Normal person butt. Normal person legs.

Dress, dress, uh, I wear clothes? Colors are fun, and sometimes I like to see what I can get away with. The rich parents mean that I kinda wear a lot of brand names. You know the ones: Prada, Gucci, Mamma Mia, stuff like that. I usually just buy whatever I think looks cute. Clothes aren't really my thing though; I should probably hire a fashion consultant. I like movement, so, like, never constricting clothing. Fair amount of skirts and jeans, not so many dresses.

My hair is brunette. Sometimes blonde. See, when it's not blonde, it's this kinda mousy brown thing, so I have been known to dye it blonde. I thought blonde would help. Plus blondes have more fun. That's only a little true. I have more fun than most people, and my hair color doesn't really matter. But yeah, it's back to brown for the moment, 'cuz my parents were all like “you shouldn't dye your hair strange colors, Frank.” Like blonde is that strange. The hair is fashionable though. I can sort of afford the best people to do my hair, and I just sort of tell them to “make with the magics.” Which I then proceed to ruin by letting it hang loose. Right now it's sort of at shoulder length, right around my face and stuff. Which I like, especially 'cuz it can just hang loose and not make me look stupid. I do that on my own.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: STUFF THAT MAKES ME NOT NAKED. It's just sort of random. Like, whatever.
PERSONALITY: I clearly have none. I'm like an automaton that does math.

Just kidding:

I AM AWESOME. SUPER AWESOME, YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH ME RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I AM MADE OF AWESOME. I need a new word. Uh, funloving. My element of harmony is laughter; I love powers. I'm really just a human version of Pinkie Pie. Which doesn't help anyone who's reading this and isn't a brony (and if you're not, what's wrong with you? Don't make me sit you down and force-marathon while singing along to the songs).

I like to make people laugh and smile. I like to do it myself too, sure, but there's something more fun about getting it out of other people. So for me, life's all about cramming as much fun into it as possible. It's way too short for me to get bogged down in the little details. Let's live life to the fullest and make that fullest filled with jokes and songs and stuff. Oh yeah, I do sing. I'm not good at it, but I do it a lot. Okay, so I'm okay at it. I'm just not gonna be like, a country musician or something.

Seriously who would want to be a country musician? That's just... wrong.

I love making friends and meeting new people. In fact, I kinda want to meet everyone at Pilot Ridge and MAKE THEM LOVE ME. I guess that could be a little aggressive, but people like aggressively happy people, right? Oh, also people tell me that I need to actually buckle down and take things seriously from time to time. I guess I can see where they're coming from. Sometimes I probably shouldn't run my mouth. Or giggle. Or sing. Or dance. But really, what's the fun in that?

I also like to watch television from time to time, in case the My Little Pony references weren't clue enough. I'm weirdly divided when it comes to that stuff. Like, I'm not a nerd, but I still dig, like, Dr. Who ('cuz David Tennant is hawt). I don't get DnD, but, like, party games are still awesome. I do have an unhealthy love of board games. And superheroes, but just, like, the movies. And My Little Pony. Pretty well anything with bright colors.

AND YOU WILL LOVE ME. I COMMAND IT. THIS I COMMAND.

AND BECAUSE I CAN, I GIVE YOU MY LIKES:
Jam, Raspberry Jam, Grape Jam, Jelly but not Grape Jelly, Guys named Jam, Guys who like to Jam, Jam on a Boat, Jam with a Goat, parties, Pinkie Pie, Ponies, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic, dance music, pop music, EDM, broadway show tunes, Disney Movies, Cartoons, Spongebob Squarepants, Rugrats, Chinese Food, Mexican Food, Indian Food, I just like lots of stuff with rice, dolphins (but who doesn't like dolphins?), peanut butter, cute boys, hot boys, sexy men, pirates (especially sexy male pirates), Looney Tunes, disco balls, water bottles, shellfish, chocolate, mushrooms (well, mostly saying mushroom; go ahead and try it, “mushroom,” fun, right? Not quite kumquat fun, but fun), driving, riding in cars, “Friday,” “Gangnam Style,” “The Fox,” actually most “bad” pop music is kinda awesome, singing, dwarves, glitter, sparkles, glittery sparkles, fairy wings, that pixie dust power (more the wings and sparkles than the actual dust), eating (oh, food time!), fried chicken, blackened chicken, chicken nuggets, chicken cordon bleu, breaded chicken, hamburgers, cheeseburgers, bacon cheeseburgers, gator, small cats (and no, I'm not going to tell you if that's “to eat” or not), French fries, ketchup, meatloaf, stew, metal pipes, Trix cereal, actually all the colored cereals are worth eating, chocolate syrup, coffee, cappuchinos, frappucinos, mochachinos, pretty well anything ending in chinos that aren't pants, espresso, energy drinks, caffeine, actually, and sugar. And trolling, but not, like malicious trolling, like prank trolling. Oh, and pranks.
EXTRA QUIRK: I CAN ONLY PICK ONE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? Uh, I sing at random times. And not well. It's like, super random and super bad.
Jeez, just one freakin' quirky. I'm filled of quirk. I'm quirky as hell.

FATHER: Richard Cox (55)
(just stop and think about that for a bit, think real hard)
MOTHER: Regina Cox (57)
BROTHER: oh, really? Like, really really? Wow, you so do not know my parents, else you would be all like “We are so sorry, Frank, it is obvious that you do not have a brother, otherwise you would probably not be named Frank but would have an actual, honest to God, girl's name.”
SISTER: … DID YOU NOT JUST READ THE ABOVE STATEMENT? Gah, these application things.
PET: sadly, not at this moment. For REASONS *waves hands*
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: like an other that is significant? My milk shake bring all the boys to the yard, but there ain't a one yet.
WORTHY MENTIONS: ... okay, this is going to look really weird and stupid, but Jeeves Ward (64). He's the family butler, and yeah, that's actually his name. You know how sometimes rich parents don't spend as much time with their kids 'cuz we're a hassle, especially when we're little? Yeah, that's why Jeeves is on there. I spent a lot of time with him, and I kinda know him better than my parents, if I'm being totes honest here.

CHILDHOOD: A long, long time ago in a galaxy far away...

Wait, wrong one. I got this.

It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power.

No, wait, that's not right either.

I used to wonder what friendship could be! Until you all shared its magic with---

Okay, okay, for real this time.

I was born seventeen years ago to a pair of rich white people from Maine who wanted a kid because it sounded like a good way to waste time and money. That and they figured that if someone was getting all the Cox fortune when they died, it should probably be someone who was actually related. Okay, that's probably a little harsh. I think my parents do actually love me. They like to talk about how they're doing the right thing for me, but I don't think either of them was really made to be parents. You know how some people just aren't meant to do certain things? Well, my mom and dad were just never really meant to raise kids. They're actually really decent people, you know, for old rich white people. We actually donate a big chunk of our money to charity regularly, and it's because we believe that we actually should. Dad's been making certain that his company follows all the right regulations, and Mom likes to talk the other wives in her circle into donating.

But, yeah, they aren't really kid people, at least, not in the literal, personal sense. More like donate money to kid in Africa people. Look at my name, for example. See, my mom and dad figured I should have a special name, unique, strong. They'd talked about Sunflower or whatever. But my dad just wasn't having it. So here's the thing, my mom sort of just slept after having me; I was a difficult baby (go figure). So they asked dad what my name was. He panicked and said the first name that came to his mind. And since Richard Cox doesn't go back when he makes a decision, I became Frank. That's actually it too; it's not Francine or Francesca or anything remotely feminine. He has apologized for it, but he also says that it makes me special, and all Coxes should be special (oh wow, is that hard to type with a straight face; I hope you're grinning when you read that).

Right, childhood time. My parents really did spend some time with me. Not a lot, not as much as they probably should. They had actually passed me along to Jeeves Ward, the totally aptly named English butler that my parents had hired as a sort of accessory. Jeeves already had some grown kids back in England or something, so he knew what he was doing with yours truly. 'course, I still decided to make as much noise as possible. See, the more noise I make, the more everyone pays attention. It was Jeeves idea for me to start spreading that to other people. My parents were fine with actually buying my friends, but Jeeves insisted that I learn to be a proper hostess. So when my parents' friends brought their rugrats over, I played hostess, planning our games and stuff. It just sort of stuck, and it was kinda awesome.

I went to private schools all the way. They were expensive private schools, lots of which were all like “we want to creatively raise the children in an environment that doesn't squash their natural image.” I swear, if my parents weren't rich, they'd be hippies. But the teachers were usually fine with my tendency to sing a lot, and loudly, and off-key, and usually pitchy. I at least got better with that. I made friends with everyone I ran into ,and realized that I liked having friends, so I kept getting more friends and convincing people to let me meet their other friends. Chains of friendship, man.


ADOLESCENCE: Manifestation. It's a big word for a big thing, right? And most people have some hugely traumatic thing. Maybe, like, they grow wings in the middle of a concert or they accidentally burn their house down or they manage to hide from someone while telling all their friends exactly where the guy they were hiding from was.

I bit a wall.

I was thirteen; I was hungry; it was near lunchtime, and I thought it would be funny to just kind of nom on the wall for a while. I made noises, for crying out loud! But as soon as my teeth hit that wall, I felt the stuff enter my mouth and slide down. I did that weird paling thing and looked at my classmates, who looked back at me. Everyone laughed, figuring that it was probably just me being, y'know, me. Ha, ha, lookat Frank, she's eating the wall. I did the right thing though and told my teachers and then told Jeeves.

Then the recruiters showed up. Like, a day later, quick, right? My parents heard their ideas and such, but they figured that if I was going to boarding school, it certainly wasn't going to be in the United States. Sure, Bellefonte had this super awesome name and all (seriously, just say it a few times: Bellefonte. BELLEefonte. Bell-eh-FONTE), but St. Bethany sounded like a better plan. It was in ENGLAND, and my going there would cost loads more than going to Hammel. Because those are good reasons to ship your daughter across the Atlantic. Okay, they also knew some people in England, and apparently my dad had been helping to give some money to a project that St. Bethany was connected with or something; I don't know all the tiny details. Point is: I went to England at the tender age of fourteen.

I hated it.
A lot.

Okay, so everyone there was just super British and junk. Or French; there were a lot of French people (maybe something in the water makes more mutants?). I learned the French word for party really quick and was always quick to smile and laugh and do the stuff. But I just felt... okay, I guess I'm a little spoiled, okay? I didn't want to be in England, I wanted to be in America. I wanted to be where everyone spoke 'Murican and, well, I kinda wanted to be nearer to Jeeves, which was stupid, but I never claimed to be smart. I think my parents caught on or Jeeves said something, and they made this deal with me: if I could raise my grades up to a “C” average (I was making, like, “D's,” cuz I didn't want to stay in high school forever; I'm not that stupid), I could come to Bellefonte. They even offered to buy me my own personal dorm, but I talked them out of that.

I managed to finagle it by seventeen. And I came here. Which would be now. I have no idea what's going to happen, but I'm feeling pretty good about it.

SAMPLE: It was odd, because Frank wasn't certain that you could light something on fire using only a microwave. That was all she'd had to use at the time, just a simple little microwave, sitting there minding its own business. Said microwave now happened to have flames spitting from around its door and a bit of smoke sputtering from it. There were sparks too, every once in a while.

“I seriously did not know that would happen,” said Frank. She leaned a little closer to the inferno that she'd inadvertently caused. The flames were rather on the fascinating side of things. Honestly though, Frank expected someone to pop up and try to put out the fire or something pretty soon now.

“Who wants to take bets on whether or not it explodes!?” she asked, turning around and grinning. “You know, before someone, like, puts the fire out or some junk. How about you? Oh, yeah, not for money, 'cuz that's just stupid. But, like, for, I dunno, doing something stupid. How's that sound?”

Doing something stupid; wasn't that the title of Frank's autobiography?

USERNAME: Fate
AGE GROUP: late twenties
EXPERIENCE: me RP long time.

[Mel *]

I can't stop laughing.
And I love it.
Go fill out your CLAIMS and have fun!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

NAME: FRANK "ISTOTALLYHAWT" SUNFLOWER COX. YO.
NICKNAME: ISTOTALLYHAWT (reading is a pain, huh?)
AGE: 18, which means super legal now. Wink. (October 13, 1996)
ORIENTATION: Pansexual (that is the one where you wanna sleep with pans, right?)
POSITION: Missionary.
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College Student - Freshman



Power I STILL EAT THINGS. LIKE, MY POWER ISN'T EVER GONNA GET ANY BETTER OR ANY WORSE.

so, like, other stuff. uhhhh, I got here. Made a lot of friends. There was that whole kidnapping thing which was kinda weird and a bit rough but kinda made Drew and Erika happen and I think they're all married and junk now? I just kinda starved in the corner. Welllll, I mighta been responsible for, like, us getting there and junk. The school's still kinda like "great, we got super rich girl who could totes sue us at any time" thing going on.

My biffle Franck's now dating a vampire. I kinda think I slept with my other bffle Ellen? That was kinda weird, but kinda cool, and kinda made me realize that love's kinda not really narrow? I still think I like boys a bit more than girls 'cuz parts, yo, but, like, it's all gravy so long as something's happening in the downstairs area, amiright?

Put a few people up for auction and had that stuff happen. Made more friends. Made even more friends. Somehow did not get many of those people to sleep with me (it's like my vagina is cursed). Maybe more girls now. Did snow war. built a snowman. Filled a room with balloons. FREAKING BECAME PROM QUEEN LIKE A BOSS. Gave that crown to Ellen though, because I WANTED TO BE PRINCESS, STUPID ADORABLE DYING GIRL AND HER DYING.

Uhhh... thinking about buying stuff in town? Investing and junk? I also did the prom thing and the sleeping. I also might have put poo in someone's home. It all kinda blurs.

BUT IT'S AWESOME AND I'M AWESOME AND NOW I'M A COED SO BRING ON THE GIRLS GONE WILD VIDEOS 'CUZ I AM SO READY!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

NAME: Frank Sunflower Cox
NICKNAME: Sunny
AGE: Twenty-One
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student (Senior) & Small Business Owner

POWER: Emotional Duplication

GUESS WHO GOT HIT BY THE FREAKY VIRUS THIN? THAT'S RIGHT, HOMESLICE. ALL THAT TALK ABOUT THE EATING NOT CHANGING? THAT WENT RIGHT OUTTA THE WINDOW.

So now I can technically duplicate myself into several copies of myself. It's sorta emotional like Jack's, except I don't actually, like, separate off my emotional selfs. It's more like, the more energy I have, the more copies I make. So if I get super energetic and stuff, I literally split off into another self. The more hyper, the more selves that I can produce. The record is about four and a half. Yes, half, because the half one is kinda, like, a mini-me. It's a midget Frank.

The copies are just like me in every way. Except the mini-me. But they totes use up energy, and the more that are around, the quicker it, like, goes and junk. When they return they spring back and dump me with the downer of whatever they managed to do, and I can only sustain them so long as I keep drinking energy. I can hold one copy for, like, a ridiculous long time. An hour or something. Depends on if I'm eating or drinking candy (still can't stop). Each copy then halves it from there. So, like, three copies: half an hour. Four? fifteen minutes. Four and a half? Seven and a half minutes. And the copies can sometimes get weaker depending on the energy.

Limitations & Side Effects

• The above stuff about time.
• They are only copies of me. Period.
• It takes a ton of energy to keep them running. All the Japanese Energy drinks
• It's essentially eating for four. And a half.
• They literally vibrate out of me when I get excited, which is kinda gross to watch.
• If something forces me to chill or relax, then pop goes the duplicate. Especially if it literally drains muh energies.

Nothin' happened.

Well, actually, Ellen and I were totes on this incoming wave of real estate. We got BanksCox together and bought up just the two businesses to start: a paintball fun complex (Badass Mutant Paintball Complex) and a soup kitchen (BanksCox Open Kitchen). Then Kalispell blew up as this mega destination. And we were totes rolling in it, 'cuz we'd been there right at the beginning. So now Ellen and I are even richer. We sometimes get hate from AMA, but we're totes badass. Like the name.

I also got hitched. To Franck. See, he went to France for something, and then came home and was all mopey. So I said we should run off to Vegas, because what happens there stays there. And some guy dressed like Elvis was all "Do you?" and we did. And then we had to get divorced pretty quick. I'ma keeping his name just to mess with people, which does make running BanksCox a bit weird, but I'm cool with that.

Oh, and SPRITE hit me. I make copies now. I still eat a lot, 'cuz they require energy, but there's totes copies. They vibrate out and stuff. So now there's lot of me.

Oh, and I'm finishing skool. I'ma doin' alright. Business and interior design. Because why not?