Francis (given name François) Pelletier is an unassuming kid from Wiscasset, Maine. Son of a fur trapper and hunter Jacques Pelletier and a seamstress Elise Dumont, Francis grew up hunting and trapping otter and beaver alongside his father. His mother insisted he go to school to learn to read and write, much to his fathers chagrin since he himself had never needed the skill. There he learned the habit of keeping his head down and mouth shut, unless absolutely necessary.

He joined the Army because he felt it was his duty and he didn't want to be shamed by those whose sons had already enlisted. He knows he's a decent shot with a rifle, but knows that killing rabbit and deer is a far cry from shooting people and he was nervous about whether he could actually take a life. He has so far served well enough, and spends his downtime either reading his Bible or writing letters to his mother.

Description: a lean boy of 6 ft 1 inches, Francis has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is often seen to be somewhat nervous, but generally known to be soft-spoken but dependable. He is slow to anger, but is no push over.