Dr. Frank N Furter

"Retweet this before I whip you too." •Not new to RP •Ships w/Chem •Crossovers welcome •Descriptive #RockyHorrorRPG pic.twitter.com/x3ENQiBr6K

Hello babies

Hello babies

@credentia_ < the boy's.

@credentia_ "What are these anyways?" He questioned as he bent down to grab the one's he'd missed, his black lined green eyes looking to >

@credentia_ < catch them.

@credentia_ < accidently bumped into someone. "Oh! I'm sorry!" Frank exclaimed as he saw leaflets fly all around them, doing his best to >

@credentia_ < life. As he walked through the crowded streets, wearing lighter make up than he normally did and semi-feminine clothes, he >

@credentia_ < clear his head. That's how he ended up in New York, searching for something...Anything to bring meaning back into his >

@credentia_ < for his well being and they bugged him enough about it. Frank decided he would take a trip. It would be good to get away to >

@credentia_ Frank had been left by the Criminologist over a month ago, his heart had been shattered. When his housemates grew concerned >

< again, it would take time...But he would eventually learn.

< That was how he would live, how he would continue to live after the tragedy that had once been his romance. He was learning to live >

< something, anything. Hoping to get his mind off of everything that had happened to him in the passing months, all the pain he'd felt. >

< changed yet again. He'd grown cold, withdrawn, cruel to his housemates. He started to spend countless hours in his lab working on making >

< destroyed the garden they'd often spent time in, destroyed everything he could that reminded him of the man. After that, Frank had >

< and so hysterically that he didn't believe he would ever stop. He'd even destroyed the room that he and the older man had shared, >

< began to crash into him like tsunami waves, radiating through every fiber in his being like a million flames. He'd cried so profusely >

< him so much. But that had all come crashing down when he'd woken up and found the man gone. All the pain he'd never expected to feel >

< up to Charles and had allowed the man to tear down his wall, enter his life. He'd even planned on marrying the older man who'd taught >

< find or make another one. But then he'd met the Criminologist, Charles....Shown him even the worst parts of himself. He'd totally opened >