I've added some detail into Frank's background. It grew a bit beyond what I had intended, but for anyone interested here it is;
[ +- ] Background
Frank is a stand-up comedian and a vlogger. He has a small cult following for his stand-up work, though bigger venues won't touch him due to his reputation of inconsistency; he always turns up but he's just as likely to be covered in bruises and sneer and berate the audience than to actually perform his material. The fans think this is his comedic persona and they love the fact that they never know what to expect.
He lives on Irving Street, between 48th and La Playa, so he has good access to the beach and the park and he can be found in one of those places most days. He has lived there since the house was built in the '30s. His original VW camper van mostly sits in the garage where he occasionally tinkers with it.
Frank arrived in the city in 1901, not coincidentally just as the bubonic plague was ravaging parts of the city. Like many fey, he has what mortals would describe as a "morbid" fascination with death and chaos, and he joined a glut of fey disaster-toursits who had come to the city at that time. Most of them lingered for a day or so and then went back to their home to tell stories of what they had seen, but Frank decided to stay just a little bit longer. Weeks turned to months, and he mingled freely with mortals, watching them wither and die, but also love and laugh even in the face of tragedy. Somehow, despite their constant squabbling and arguing and distractions, the mortals had defeated the plague by 1905, but Frank felt no pull to go home. He had come to enjoy watching these humans even without the backdrop of some natural disaster.
Which meant that in 1906 when an earthquake flattened the city, Frank was still there and saw everything first hand. It was, without a doubt, the most exhilarating experience of his existence.
More Fey poured in to experience the calamity, and Frank became a minor celebrity among them. Word spread that to get the inside scoop you had to see Frank and get him to give you a tour. Frank basked in the attention, discovering a latent theatricality in himself.
Frank helped in the rebuilding of the city, and in doing so it became his home. He watched the mortals he knew grow old in front of him, but it didn't matter; the city went on and there were always more mortals to take their place.
Hearing the stories of those who came back, he very much regretted not taking part in the Great War, so when the Spanish Civil War erupted he joined a small group of avowed democrats who volunteered to fight the fascist Franco. The war was intense and brutal, and by the time it ended the Nazis of Germany were already invading their neighbours, so Frank headed north and ended up serving on several different sides in the conflicts which ended in 1945. With the war over Frank milled around for a few months before finally deciding to return to San Francisco.
He returned after roughly ten years to find the city had changed character once again. There was a new vibrancy and new districts were being built to house many who had chosen to remain there after the war. He once again became involved in building the city up and he became deeply interested in poetry, following the emerging Beat Generation. This led him ultimately into the counterculture of the 60s, and Frank opened up his house as a commune for those attracted to the city by the promise of free love and a deeper, more peaceful society.
The counterculture ended, however, and Frank moved on without a backwards glance. The only real holdover from that time was a love of surfing, and Frank wold be out on the ocean any day when there was a decent swell to ride. The 70s, 80s and 90s passed in a blur, with Frank spending his time on the waves, in protest marches or drumming away in a punk band. During this time he noted the increase of other factions but tried to stay out of their politics.
It was by the end of the 90s, with money pouring into the city and with it, inevitably, new powers taking note, that he joined a group of anarchists who were keen to 'take back their city'. They helped to hype up every new "dot com" company which came along, driving up prices ever higher, until the market finally realised and crashed back down again. Frank was not surprised to note that many of his collaborators had actually become quite rich during all of this, and seemed to have lost their urge to rebel, settling into quiet lives of comfort. He never really knew how much of the dot-com bubble had been inflated by his group and how much had just been the humans' normal short-sightedness, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that the little people had won.
It was because of his involvement in that venture that Frank felt a little bit responsible when demonic forces started to seize control of the city in 2002. With mortals desperate for any way to mitigate the financial disaster it was easy for the demons to get leverage on many souls. One demon in particular had amassed a sizeable power-base and a coalition of beings formed to help depose him. By 2004 they had done so, and they chased the demon out of the city, all the way to the coast where they cornered it, and a wizard trapped the demon in a Labyrinth. The rest of the coalition took advantage of the power-vacuum which followed and rose to prominence in the city, but Frank had never been interested is such things and he went back to his surfing.
He watched as the city once again rose from its own ashes and built itself up to ever grander heights, and his former friends rose with it. But he had learned his lesson, and never attempted to topple the whole power structure holding up the city. Now he chose to strike selectively, never allowing any one being or faction to get too much power.
