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one. I do not condone any of Frank's canonical actions or traits. Using this blog I hope to try and find out more about him by trying to dig into his character. I love analysis and thus I will dig into things. I will not shy away from Frank's personality (public or private) and the implications of his backstory. A fair warning this blog will contain, as such, themes of homophobia, racism, classism, childhood abuse and religious trauma. Please take a step back if you feel uncomfortable.

two. I am canon-divergent in that this Frank never ended up in an abusive situation with Claire. In my timeline, the two do love each other and he will not be afraid to voice that. Claire is everything to him. Furthermore in my timeline, House of Cards exists in the same universe as its British counterpart. Comparisons in-universe have been drawn between Frank Underwood and the British Prime Minister Francis Urquhart who was assassinated in 2001. Will this be important? Only time will tell.

three. I am a beginner at roleplay, so this blog is rather unconventional. I focus more on asks and fun little quizzes rather than anything else. It’s like doing a psychology test, except the experiment keeps running off. You can try a small conversation if you wish but please be patient. I’m new to this.

four. Shipping is fine, but his total loyalty will always be to Claire.

five. Mun is 17. I don’t write NSFW, though I will put implications and flirtations.

six. Politics features heavily on this blog as a theme. I am not American myself, although I am a politics student and try my best to get things correct.

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— BEGIN INTERVIEW. —

Name: Francis Joseph Underwood Nicknames: Frank, F.U., F.J.U., Frankie Gender: Cisgender male Sexuality: Bisexual, no lean Age: 56 (as of timeline/S3) Birthdate: November 5 1959 Hometown: Gaffney, South Carolina Address: The White House, Washington D.C. Religion: Southern Baptist. Dystheist. Nationality: American Mother: Mary Underwood née Robinson Father: Calvin Joseph “C.J.” Underwood Spouse: Claire Underwood Lovers: Edward Meechum, Annette Shepherd, assorted men and women throughout his career Political beliefs: Democrat. Arguably with some Republican beliefs. Liberal on issues such as gay rights and abortion.

"Hello, Mr. President, it's an honour to have you on our show tonight."

The pleasure's all mine.

"Of course, last year, it was your wife I was interviewing. In better circumstances, you would have been there as well. So, let's make up for lost time. Francis Joseph Underwood…"

Please, call me Frank. Everyone does.

"Frank Underwood… you were born in South Carolina."

Yes. In the town of Gaffney to be specific. Peach capital of the state! We're a very proud people. Tough, thick-skinned.

"You've taken great care in your career not to tell us about your childhood though. There haven't been any photographs, any stories…"

Ah, yes. Well… I was born in less than desirable circumstances. My mother, bless her heart for she tried her best for us, was a maid. While she worked for many families, she wasn't home a lot except in the evenings. My father was a humble peach farmer. We lived on a small farm, a very derelict one. It was built on very uneven land, just above a layer of rock. Naturally, barely anything grew well. Those that grew sold, those that didn't, we ate. I lived hand-to-mouth for the first seventeen years of my life.

"But that is all you've ever told us. Tell me about your parents. Did you love them?"

They tried to look after me. My mother adored me, I was the apple of her eye. I wouldn't have become the person I am today if I wasn't under her care.

"And your father?"

… he was an unstable man. That is all I will say on the subject.

"Very well. And of course at seventeen you entered the prestigious military college of the Sentinel. How did that happen?"

It was a scholarship. My father wanted to send me somewhere that would discipline me. I was (chuckles) quite an unruly teenager. My teachers thought I was intelligent as well. I kept up with my studies, often stayed with the classmates who tolerated me to read their books. Perhaps they recognised something. But before I knew it, I was sent off.

"Did you enjoy your time there?"

I learnt a lot about myself. I learnt to become who I am today in a sense. Forgive me, I seem to be saying that a lot. Yes, I did enjoy my time there. In fact, it’s how I became so interested in politics. A Democrat candidate for the Senate began campaigning near where the school campus was, and I used to volunteer my evenings to help. Nearly got kicked out because of it.

“And yet despite that you got into Harvard. Why was that? Did you work hard?”

I worked hard, but I think my entry was more so due to my skills. Academics aren’t everything to some poor boy like me. You need tenacity, you need to prove you’ll be able to accomplish whatever you want.

“I see. But of course while you attended Harvard, something very special happened. You met someone.”

Yes! Claire in fact. She was the most intelligent woman I had ever set my eyes on, and stunningly beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mind you, I wasn’t in love then, but something about her just enchanted me. … And when we learnt more about each other I fell deeper and deeper. But I always felt bad in a way. Could I be good enough for her? Her mother certainly didn’t feel that way.

wip.

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