Francis T. Steelbarrow

Francis Turner is a man only in his mid twenties, but already feels like an old man. He was once a soldier of fortune, yet now, he has wallowed away in a pile of gold and alcohol. He is in a position of power, owning several factories all across the Eastern Kingdoms that produce powerful rifles and other weaponry. He supplies them with ammunition depots and has employed several workers, making trade his number one flow of income. He is currently co-owning the Turner and Sinclair Company, giving himself a powerful seat of power, as well as a curtain to fall back on. He is also involved heavily in the underground crime mafia known only by the name, The Family. Of course, nobody knows he is in fact a member of said mafia. He merely holds a position of power in it.

Public Knowledge
To the naked eye of most commoners, Francis appears to be a loud-mouthed drunk who somehow makes a lot of coin. He dresses well, despite his behavior, and his company is well known to that of the public who are involved with trading. He is known as the right-hand and shadow of Daxterion Sinclair, constantly going everywhere with him. It seems these to are inseparable. His records are fairly easy to access in the City Hall, as he has nothing to hide.

Official Records

 * Birthdate: June/10/10 L.C
 * Sex: Male
 * Occupation: Official and Licensed Vendor, Military Rifleman (Redacted), Official Citizenship: Stormwind, Noble Title: Commoner/Politician
 * Slim criminal record including minor cases of assault and petty theft. Has several charges of sexual harassment and public indecency, as well as disturbing the peace. Was charged with unlawful possession of a firearm. Major strike for association with Mortwake Trading Company. Charged with attempted manslaughter.
 * Commendations for outstanding performance in the battlefield and housing the homeless of Westfall. Outstanding performance in combat with criminal forces, and the dismantling of a crime family.
 * Record of working with the Argent Dawn in Northrend.
 * Official lawyer is that of a Daxterion Sinclair.
 * Diagnosed with post-war trauma regarding Post traumatic stress disorder and slight psychopathia.
 * Registered to carry a firearm legally in Stormwind.

Physical Description
Starting out, Francis was at a tall height of 6 foot 4, nearly 6 foot 5, with his athletic body tone to add up a weight of almost 190 pounds. Just looking directly at the man, one would almost instantly notice he only has one eye. The other eye he still has is rather drab color of olive green. Francis would also have one amputated leg with some sort of gnomish metal leg device keeping him up (Described below). He also has a medium-thick Westfall 'hick' accent. Almost always has a red handkerchief around his neck, hanging loose.

Francis would be described as a -slightly- handsome man. No real defining features other than his very pointed chin; everything else basic. He would have short black hair, slicked back with some form of solution he oils on every morning. He would have a rather thick black beard now, forgetting to shave it off every morning, even though he means to.

Reference picture:

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Weaponry
Weapons

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Fang: Fang is a massive pistol made especially for Francis. With a length of 39 cm (16 in), a weight of 16 kg (35 lbs), and a black gunmetal construction, it is one of the most powerful hand weapons featured in the arsenal of his weapons. The words The Light gives Strength to Followers are inscripted on the side, mocking the similar inscription on his brother Belrov's blade.

Its unique design makes it seem as if it doesn't have a pistol slide; however, the entire upper assembly is the slide, and moves only a minimal distance compared to other guns', making it appear as if there is no pistol slide. Fang has its silver ejector port on the left side, implying that it is meant to be used in conjunction with a side-pistol at the akimbo.

Fang fires a huge, armor-piercing, thirteen-millimeter bullet. The rounds are jacketed with a "casing" of blessed Truesilver and tipped with a hollow point, which contains an explosive charge of pre-blessed mercury.

The rounds use "Marvell's Chemical Cartridge N.N.A.9", and are suggested to be very short by the minimal movement of the Fang's slide. This could be due to the cartridge being powerful enough to require only minimal propellant. However, the high caliber-bullets also have a downside; their great size limits the Fang's magazine capacity to six rounds.

Anti-tank rifle (In Progress of Crafting.): Weighing 120 lb. (approx. 60 kg) unloaded, the 30 mm, single-shot breech loader cannon uses various types of shells, including depleted Fel Iron with Silver for piercing armored targets and incendiary napalm rounds for destroying large groups of opponents both on land and in the air. Another shell Francis uses is mainly for piercing shots into heavily armored tanks, then releasing a ground up Fel Iron powder into gas inside. Fel-mist gas killing the workers inside of a tank. Can be used in other sorts of ordeals.

Explosive Shrapnel/Titansteel Rounds: Francis usually has two pouches at either side of his lower torso, one full of specially hollow-tipped explosive rounds and one full of armor-piercing titansteel rounds. He usually has one bullet of each loaded into his double-barrel weapons: Explosive in one barrel and titansteel in the other. Same with his pistol as well.

Taser gloves: Francis had taser gloves engineered to have a defibrillator that short-circuits that come in contact with an opposite force. Basically, he electrocutes anyone that comes in contact with his gloves, connected to a power-source that is located somewhere on his person. Connected via wires through his gloves and his body to the large battery hidden away. Also has brass-knuckle spikes that can pop out of his gloves, spikes that amplify the electrocution into anything he punches. Deals 75 k voltage. Not enough to kill, but close. 80 to 90 is required to kill. The charge-up for the voltage of 75 k requires a good second to charge.

Francis also has his newest revolver holstered at the slant of his hip, kind of going over his waist, yet tipped over to reach his back. Almost like it's leaning on his hip. This is to conceal it from most without the eye sharp enough to spot things easily. It's a standard looking revolver, all up until the barrel. It's a seven shot revolver, instead of the usual six, which sets it apart from others. It's battered and iron, dents covered in dirt. It's obvious this revolver is old, and possibly a family heirloom.

IC History
Francis Alexander Turner was born into a poor family in Westfall. Before the great depression of Westfall, his family was still poor, as were some farmers there. His parents did not have the ripe crops to harvest from rich soil. He had dry plants to scrap up from the dry dirt. He robbed almost everything he consumed, growing up to be quite the bandit. He was even taught how to gunsling by his Pappy. That means Dad. Being a young boy, he knew not right from wrong. Yet, there was one thing he was aware of. The Defias. Even at a young age, he knew they were trouble. They were regular customers at his farm, taking most of their silverware and money. It was a rough life, and nobody could stand up to them. But, eventually, he knew what he had to do. He attempted to hone the skills his Pappy taught him, using the only thing ever handed down in that family: his old revolver. It was nothing pretty. Old and battered. Yet, it could do the trick just fine. At the ripe age of 17, he left the home one crisp, hot day, leaving his Brother behind to his parents. Dawning what he could, he went to Moonbrook, just on the outskirts, and waited. He waited for those same bandits to come on their patrol and attempt to steal from his family again. Only this time, he was prepared. As the three men rounded the bend, they were met with a scrawny kid with his hand on his holster. Faster than they could draw, Francis gunned them all down in quick succession. The gunshots, though, drew in quite a fuss.

Quickly, more and more Defias swarmed around the young boy until he was surrounded with nearly 20 masks of bright red. Red as the blood, staining the dirt ridden cobblestone beneath his feet. Quickly, Francis drew his other revolver and killed as many Defias as he could, but to no avail. He killed 9 of the 20 that surrounded him, but eventually, he was swarmed. Over and over they shot and stabbed at him, beating his body and making sure he couldn't raise a fuss. All at once, they dragged his body back to the Deadmines and locked him up in chains where nobody could hear him scream. They clasped a wall chain to his leg and left him there for dead. Sometimes, they would bring him scraps, but they only kept him alive to beat him again and again. Eventually, they stuck a hot poker in his eye, ripping his eye out and searing it shut so no blood would come out. He barely survived this, as the pain almost killed him. Eventually, he began doing what he could to stay in shape. He trained himself what he could in there until he eventually grew strong enough to stand up again. Though, to escape, he needed to do one last thing. With a small knife in his pocket, he had to saw off his foot to slip the ankle chain around his leg. He attempted to stop the bleeding by heavily wrapping it in linen before he attempted escape. Taking a pickaxe from the wall, he slaughtered tens to twenties of Defias in the tunnel before he eventually snuck his way out. When he went back to his home, his family had left. Moved, to Alterac. He couldn't believe it. He'd been left alone. He then hobbled his way to Sentinel Hill, where he got proper medical treatment. He also presented all the Defias bandanas he had collected for a large bounty, taking his bounty money and leaving for Stormwind. He would grow up there for the rest of his life, though, from old wounds, he would eventually need to amputate his leg and find a replacement. A short while after, he met a man named Daxterion Sinclair. They became partners in crime, and have remained friends ever since. Even if they split apart, they eventually find each other once again.

(( Work in progress. ))