Post by furansu on Mar 10, 2012 0:12:36 GMT -4
Francis Bonnefoy
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Nation: France
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Physical Appearance: 5'9"
Occupation: Waiter
Affiliation: Resistance (or Neutral if spots run out)
Superpower: Enhanced Manipulation: The ability of using methods of charm to get his way -- with this he can manage to persuade and manipulate people to do what he wishes them to, and could be particularly useful in trying to get someone to join another side. It is an ability he says comes naturally, of course, but it is much less effective on those whom are devotedly in a relationship, although that won't stop him from trying anyway.
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Personality: Francis is excessively open and feels no shame toward how blatant he can be. He has an abundance of strong affectionate expressions toward anyone mindless of their gender or age. He approaches anyone at will and appears completely oblivious and indifferent as to whether or not they are accepting of it, attempting to be innocent in claiming that he is only meaning to spread the love and determined not to give up on those who resist.
He does things at own pace, not allowing himself to be swayed by the opinions or judgments of others, nor any sort of command from someone he happens not to take a liking to. He is a carefree person, although he often overreacts to things whether they are of importance or not. The smallest things can move him to make a scene, especially if he believes they are interfering with his well being. The bit of stubble he sports on his chin gives him a big brotherly feeling, which he will refer to himself as even to those he is not related to. As for family, he is thoroughly caring and will make sure they are not messed with by anyone other than himself.
Among all the affection he has for other people, a majority of it is saved for himself. He often likes to think that he is superior over others, most especially when it comes to looks and the culture and language of his home country. He believes in French as the language of love and himself the king.
Likes:
• Wine - Simply his favorite drink, he very well enjoys relaxing with a glass of it and also insists on giving it to others to enjoy as well.
• Fashion - As exemplified by the flashy, bright-colored outfits he wears, he is fond of shopping for and trying on new and beautiful attire.
• Art - Thinks it is a good way to express one's self by performing any sort of art, and he himself often favors drawing people or clothing.
• Culture - This also includes cultures of other people, liking to hear of traditions of other places so long as he can relate to them. Like the Olympics~
• Food - He is quite fond of his cuisine and finds it gourmet, always taking up the chance to share it with others to see for themselves.
• Bragging - Showing off about everything is something he loves to do and will most likely end with him being hit or argued against in some way.
• Roses - Though they are not his home country's national flower, he believes they represent romance and beauty and rather enjoys carrying one around and showering himself in their petals, or using them as a meager way of censorship.
• Beautiful things - Of course this is his own opinion, but he tends to find almost everything beautiful nonetheless; he has an attraction to all things beautiful and isn't shy to go and claim them as his own.
Dislikes:
• England - He thinks himself superior to all English culture and people, stubborn enough to simply hate the English language in general.
• History - Not all of it in general, but after a history of surrendering and a few embarrassing losses he dislikes the subject of past fights being brought up. He is also fairly sensitive regarding a few certain points of his past.
• Being on time - There isn't any fun in that. He would rather maintain his own leisurely schedule than have to follow a more strict one.
• Cockblockers - Certainly no fun either when someone is trying to get in the way of his flirting.
• Being called old - He is very persistent on the fact that he is still young and hates when he is referred to as an old man or something of the sort.
Fatal Flaw: Sensitivity: His ego doesn't always go unbroken; a particularly harsh insult or possibly just making him feel left out of something can easily lead him to an overdramatic and usually pathetic fit of whining and blubbering.
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Roleplay Sample: (From my fanfic)
That was enough of an answer to please Ivan all the more, giving the other nation's hand a squeeze. And rather than looking at the various scenery that they were passing by, he took advantage of the moment to watch Yao in admiration – how short he was and how small, slender and feminine his figure was. The long length of his dark hair and how the loose strands flowed freely in the breeze, the softness of his skin – almost involuntarily Ivan tightened the grip he now had on Yao's smaller hand, although his thoughts abruptly stopped as the other nation began slowing down. He reluctantly pulled his gaze from Yao and instead looked ahead of them; there was a glimpse of yellow appearing from over the brim of the small hill they were on that increased more and more as they moved in. Spots of brown appeared in pattern upon the lush green below, revealing itself to be a field of sunflowers. The tall stalks swayed softly where they stood.
The Chinese took a breath and went to remove his hand from the Russian's, but the other man's secure grasp hadn't yet let go. Yao peered up at the tall nation, blinking in surprise upon noticing how wide Ivan's eyes were. They were pooling with tears as he gazed rather dreamily at the field ahead of him, the reflection of the flowers just nearly visible in their purple hue.
“E-eh?! Is something wrong aru?” Yao blurted, noticing that Ivan looked just about ready to start crying – but his smile was still there. He was panicking on the inside, unable to figure out how Ivan was reacting.
Ivan only breathed Yao's name before pulling his hand from the other's and beginning to descend down the hill. He held his arms out at his sides and let his fingertips brush across the stems and petals of the sunflowers as he meandered through them. They were even taller than he was, making him feel blissfully surrounded and warm and as if he was merely walking through a dream, or perhaps a beautiful painting. He felt at home despite this not even being his own country, getting so carried away in his thoughts that he was no longer paying attention to where his legs were taking him, but beaming all the while.
Yao quickly tread after him, already barely able to keep up with the pace and direction of the other man. The flowers appeared to engulf Ivan as he advanced forward and suddenly he was out of sight. “I didn't bring here so you could run away from me aru!” Yao huffed, trying to see a glimpse of the large nation but all he got in return was the faint, distant sound of laughter. It was like chasing a young child around all over again.
The Chinese took a breath and went to remove his hand from the Russian's, but the other man's secure grasp hadn't yet let go. Yao peered up at the tall nation, blinking in surprise upon noticing how wide Ivan's eyes were. They were pooling with tears as he gazed rather dreamily at the field ahead of him, the reflection of the flowers just nearly visible in their purple hue.
“E-eh?! Is something wrong aru?” Yao blurted, noticing that Ivan looked just about ready to start crying – but his smile was still there. He was panicking on the inside, unable to figure out how Ivan was reacting.
Ivan only breathed Yao's name before pulling his hand from the other's and beginning to descend down the hill. He held his arms out at his sides and let his fingertips brush across the stems and petals of the sunflowers as he meandered through them. They were even taller than he was, making him feel blissfully surrounded and warm and as if he was merely walking through a dream, or perhaps a beautiful painting. He felt at home despite this not even being his own country, getting so carried away in his thoughts that he was no longer paying attention to where his legs were taking him, but beaming all the while.
Yao quickly tread after him, already barely able to keep up with the pace and direction of the other man. The flowers appeared to engulf Ivan as he advanced forward and suddenly he was out of sight. “I didn't bring here so you could run away from me aru!” Yao huffed, trying to see a glimpse of the large nation but all he got in return was the faint, distant sound of laughter. It was like chasing a young child around all over again.
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OOC Information
Name: Jen or just Francis/France~
Contact Information: PMs, Chatango
Timezone: EST
Code: Frussia, SuFin, FrUK