They are a meek and small thing, with wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night, and a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the humans is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches their features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of sable. Their golden skin is clearly roughed, bruised, and battered, signs of a hard lived life but one that is slowly fading from both mind and body, with warm undertones that mark their heritage. There is a strange quality to their looks, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when their presence manage to entice. Yet they carry themselves with an effortless grace and levity, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.

A striped shirt of blue and pink covers their slender form, the contrast of the pale fabric highlighting nicely the golden undertones of their skin. It has upon it well....stripes! Overall looking much too large and as if the small child might be swallowed by the fabric. The cut of the garment is simple enough, with long sleeves to protect against winters chill that fit to the elbow and a turtle neck to prevent sans from stuffing any more snow down their back, and a fitted waist enhanced with a belt of leather.

Shining sable hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from their face before the rest falls down their neck, thin and almost unhealthy looking, as if they might be low on vitamin D. On their right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain, though it is old and dull with age.

Frisk is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to their maturation since the ruin doors opened and Toriel started to let them explore have described them as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on their best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on their worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion. Given the role they might play in the future of humans and monsters, and her high visibility amongst the undergrounds inhabitants, how could they not?

Despite the positives and negatives, the good and bad days they at known to have, frisk overall is a quiet and reserved child, mostly only speaking when spoken to, and even then only speaking through the use of nodding and sign language. There are a few with whom they will speak, namely Toriel and Sans, but most of the time Frisk seems to suffer from what human doctors would refer to as 'Selective Mutism' with all the behaviours, issues, fears, and nightmares that implies.

Frisk was born, much like every other child, o a mother and father in the human world as a female, though she has since chosen to identify moreoften as Agender, to a pair of parents while not necessarily loving, were not necessarily cruel to her and did their best to care for her. So the first three years of Frisks life passed about as normal and peaceful as a child raised in poverty could hope for.

Then mommy and daddy started to drink.

Frisk learned to hide herself away, to not make a peep and go without food, drink, or attention for as long as possible. But in the end, they always found her, and then they yelled, blamed her for all their problems as they threw bottles and their fists at the small child, and because they were poor, she never managed to get to the hospital. But at the end of the day, she was alive, injured and soon afraid to even speak, but alive.

School wasn't any better. Her lack of speech was a source of bullying, the teachers noticed her wounds but she would never say where they came from. She just sort of existed in the background, reading the tales of monsters, dreaming of how one day maybe she could go there, maybe they wouldn't judge her.....but maybe that was because they'd be busy eating her. Still once her classmates saw her with those books 'go join the monsters' became the regular chant whenever she walked into recess or lunch.

When she was six though is when she seriously considered doing as everyone told her. Frisk wasn't a suicidal person, despite all her troubles she firmly believed and was determined that life would improve. But when she came home to find a foreclosure sign on the door and a note from her parents saying they'd left for the country, she dropped her book bag and turned right around to head towards the mountain that loomed in the distance.

Frisk stared into the cavern of the mountain top unsure of what to do. She didn't want to die, but as far as she knew there was no other way in, nd while she had gotten some rope, it wasn't going to get her all the way down, their was no way! Still she was determined to do this, no matter what awaited her down there, nothing was left for her in the human realm, she just needed to let go and climb down.

Of course /falling/ down wasn't in the plan, but gravity had other things in mind. So she fell and fell, face first hurtling towards the ground. She closed her eyes tight and braced for the impact, for the pain, and heavens did it hurt. She couldn't Identify bones at that age, she still can't, but the reality was that her lower jaw, ribs, hands, and arms had broke. Her spine had cracked as well and even when she got up she could feel her own life force slipping away. But she was determined not to die alone

Shortly after, she met flowey, and what the fall did not break, flowey sure did. She lay there on the ground, a pile of brokenness in the corner, waiting for flowey to make the killing blow. But that's when she felt a healing light coursing through her entire being. She felt more stable, she felt her bones heal as if they had never been broken, and then the flower disappeared in a fireball.

Frisk was initially terrified of the goat woman who appeared, but she was kind and patient. She coaked Frisk from the corner and convinced her to come with her. At her house she gave Frisk pie and milk, a room, and more than anything, she gave frisk love that had been so long denied her. By the next morning She asked Toriel if she couldn't stay with her forever and Toriel agreed, practically adopting the child on the spot.

A year passed in silent bliss, just frisk and her new mother, happy and together. Frisk played with the spiders and ate their donuts, laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling with blookie, at the vegetoids, and amongst it all found a happiness she thought quite lost to her over the years.

In case you were wondering, her first word was Mommy

One day however, the door in the basement, a door frisk previously thought to be broken and pointless, opened to reveal a whole new world that she could explore. Toriel was hesitant, but when Frisk quickly atattched herself to the skeleton man sans, she reluctantly started allowing her to journey to snowden, though as of yet she has yet to go further.

Alongside Sans and Toriel, Frisk has found a semblance and stability she thought lost to her, Sans being the only other person she will speak to, and for the most part, her translator to the rest of the underground. She avoids the other human children so far, too afraid things will be as they used to, but overall she is finally getting out their and making friends like she always wanted to.