Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 26, 2011 2:18:32 GMT -5
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Age: 26
Country: The French Republic /La République Française or France.
Appearance:
It is hard to miss the Frenchman, he stands out in a crowd. He has a rather charming appearance. His looks match his personality perfectly. Francis likes to have his hair long, therefore he has long dirty blonde wavy hair around his shoulders, parting in the middle. He takes good care of it and you can see that, it's always perfectly done. He hates it when it's a mess and uses several products to keep his hair pretty. He has bright blue eyes, some say they're honest eyes. His chin is stubled as he doesn't shave that often. He thinks it gives him more sex appeal. Francis is around 5'8" feet, thus of average height and he has a normal posture, somewhat muscled as he sometimes works out. No one wants to get fat non? Also he doesn't eat fast food and knows what to cook to keep his body healthy. He's always dressed quite fashionable no matter the association. Second hand clothes as well as clothes which are out of style, are a big no. He wears most likely white inside, since he is the cook, but he has quite some aprons in different colors and sizes. He likes colors and flashy outfits, like said he's never underdressed at any asscociation, except in bed, he prefers to sleep naked.
Likes:
♥ Cooking
♥ Fashion
♥ Art
♥ Music
♥ Beauty, beautiful things
♥ Flowers
♥ Passion, love, romance and all that.
♥ Sex |D
Dislikes:
♦ The English
♦ When something is a mess
♦ Being ignored
♦ Being left alone
♦ Being rejected
Fears:
♠ Ending up all alone
♠ Losing the ones he loves
Quirks:
♣ Austria's anger is very common
♣ Wanting to give clothing advice unwanted or fix someone's clothest without permission.
♣ Bragging about his cooking
♣ Trying to make younger kids call him "Big brother Francis"
Personality:
Francis can be described as a charming person. He is someone you can hardly miss, with his flamboyant appearance he stands out. He cares a lot about his looks. Sometimes he doesn't shave for days, to get some stubles. He think of his stubbled chin as manly. He's always dressed according to the latest fashion, even going to war he would still wear stylish clotheing.
He likes to make fun of other's people clotheing and sometimes argue with certain people. Though doesn't like fighting in general. Really, why fight if you can love~?
As the self proclaimed man of love, he is a real romanticist. He doesn't care for gender and age.
Yes you can say he is a pervert. He has quite some wandering hands. As well as he has no shame at all. He isn't embarassed about his body and doesn't mind showing that to you. I suggest you watch out for a naked Frenchman wandering around the halls at night. He sees no harm in it however. You shouldn't hide beauty.
He's arrogant, he used to be quite popular and gotten a lot of compliments, dated a lot of girls and a handful of boys, now he thinks he's all that. The top of his pride is definately his cooking, how much people would hate to admit it, his cooking is very good. Though he can cook some weird things sometimes, for example snails.
Despite everything, he tries to be nice towards everyone from the start. Moreover he's only nice and kind when he thinks he can gain something from you. If you're wortheless in his eyes he wouldn't mind showing he has no interest in you.
History:
Francis comes from a long way. His life starts in Paris as an only child. He was born there and raised by two loving parents. He grew up in in France, country of l'amour. The Bonnefoy family is quite rich so they gave Francis everything he desired. Oh he really is such a spoiled brat.
Despite being spoiled, he'd always been quite popular. It may be because the bonnefoy family had some fame, or the boy had it just in him. He was always nice to everyone. And he had gotten far with his flirtarious attitude.
He quickly became one of the most popular guys in highschool. He went out with girls as well as guys. Though he did have one true love. Joan. They started dating and everything went well. Francis had fallen in love for the first time, and he had gotten it bad.
After graduation he had followed her to Circle town. There however in college she had enough of him. Per'aps because of the lack of a backbone, his flirtarious attitude but she dumped him and got together with someone else.
They both moved abroad. Francis was left alone, desperately looking for love, heartbroken. Someone offered him a job in a restaurant. He started off with a mere waiter. But he worked himself up and soon became chef cook. When the owner had died he inherited the place. That's where he is now.
OOC Info[/u][/color]
Name: Mathi
Email: the_igsel@hotmail.com (also msn)
Messenger, etc. Mathihamster (IM) Mathi-chan (skype)
Age: 26
Country: The French Republic /La République Française or France.
Appearance:
It is hard to miss the Frenchman, he stands out in a crowd. He has a rather charming appearance. His looks match his personality perfectly. Francis likes to have his hair long, therefore he has long dirty blonde wavy hair around his shoulders, parting in the middle. He takes good care of it and you can see that, it's always perfectly done. He hates it when it's a mess and uses several products to keep his hair pretty. He has bright blue eyes, some say they're honest eyes. His chin is stubled as he doesn't shave that often. He thinks it gives him more sex appeal. Francis is around 5'8" feet, thus of average height and he has a normal posture, somewhat muscled as he sometimes works out. No one wants to get fat non? Also he doesn't eat fast food and knows what to cook to keep his body healthy. He's always dressed quite fashionable no matter the association. Second hand clothes as well as clothes which are out of style, are a big no. He wears most likely white inside, since he is the cook, but he has quite some aprons in different colors and sizes. He likes colors and flashy outfits, like said he's never underdressed at any asscociation, except in bed, he prefers to sleep naked.
Likes:
♥ Cooking
♥ Fashion
♥ Art
♥ Music
♥ Beauty, beautiful things
♥ Flowers
♥ Passion, love, romance and all that.
♥ Sex |D
Dislikes:
♦ The English
♦ When something is a mess
♦ Being ignored
♦ Being left alone
♦ Being rejected
Fears:
♠ Ending up all alone
♠ Losing the ones he loves
Quirks:
♣ Austria's anger is very common
♣ Wanting to give clothing advice unwanted or fix someone's clothest without permission.
♣ Bragging about his cooking
♣ Trying to make younger kids call him "Big brother Francis"
Personality:
Francis can be described as a charming person. He is someone you can hardly miss, with his flamboyant appearance he stands out. He cares a lot about his looks. Sometimes he doesn't shave for days, to get some stubles. He think of his stubbled chin as manly. He's always dressed according to the latest fashion, even going to war he would still wear stylish clotheing.
He likes to make fun of other's people clotheing and sometimes argue with certain people. Though doesn't like fighting in general. Really, why fight if you can love~?
As the self proclaimed man of love, he is a real romanticist. He doesn't care for gender and age.
Yes you can say he is a pervert. He has quite some wandering hands. As well as he has no shame at all. He isn't embarassed about his body and doesn't mind showing that to you. I suggest you watch out for a naked Frenchman wandering around the halls at night. He sees no harm in it however. You shouldn't hide beauty.
He's arrogant, he used to be quite popular and gotten a lot of compliments, dated a lot of girls and a handful of boys, now he thinks he's all that. The top of his pride is definately his cooking, how much people would hate to admit it, his cooking is very good. Though he can cook some weird things sometimes, for example snails.
Despite everything, he tries to be nice towards everyone from the start. Moreover he's only nice and kind when he thinks he can gain something from you. If you're wortheless in his eyes he wouldn't mind showing he has no interest in you.
History:
Francis comes from a long way. His life starts in Paris as an only child. He was born there and raised by two loving parents. He grew up in in France, country of l'amour. The Bonnefoy family is quite rich so they gave Francis everything he desired. Oh he really is such a spoiled brat.
Despite being spoiled, he'd always been quite popular. It may be because the bonnefoy family had some fame, or the boy had it just in him. He was always nice to everyone. And he had gotten far with his flirtarious attitude.
He quickly became one of the most popular guys in highschool. He went out with girls as well as guys. Though he did have one true love. Joan. They started dating and everything went well. Francis had fallen in love for the first time, and he had gotten it bad.
After graduation he had followed her to Circle town. There however in college she had enough of him. Per'aps because of the lack of a backbone, his flirtarious attitude but she dumped him and got together with someone else.
They both moved abroad. Francis was left alone, desperately looking for love, heartbroken. Someone offered him a job in a restaurant. He started off with a mere waiter. But he worked himself up and soon became chef cook. When the owner had died he inherited the place. That's where he is now.
RP Sample:Francis hopped down the streets of Paris. The sun had set, it was late but Francis was happy. Even though he hadn't managed to get someone to share the night with. Perhaps the alcohol had made him happy? He couldn't care less.
Humming silently, as he had reached his own house. He glanced back behind himself, admiring the view of Paris at night. The lights, the people rushing home, couples seeking for a place to share their love, friends going to a club. Francis sighed. "Tu est beau." he whispered at the sight. He lighted a cigarrete. He watched the rings of smoke going up in the dark. He loved Paris. He loved to come here, home, after a night out. The view of Paris never got old, it never seemed to bore him.
With a smile curling up his lips he pressed the cigarette out. "Bonne nuit." He mumbled softly as he turned back to his door. He looked for his keys and opened the door. He wondered, hadn't he locked the door? Silly, he always locked the door. His mind worked slow, due the alcohol, but he eventually jumped to conclusions.
Someone had opened that door with the spare key under the door mat. Was he that predictable? Anyway that person would still be inside, waiting, desperately for him, for love!
Perverted thoughts came up in his mind, as usual. Taking of his coat and hanging it up, kicking off his shoes, making his way to the livingroom. Per'aps Angelique that seychellosin girl had decided to welcome him home? "Ooh 'ave you wait for moi?" He purred softly, but no one was lying on the couch. Next place, he'd guessed the kitchen. Certain friends often raided his fridge. Pushing the door open before yelling: "Don't you dare to touch my, souflé you idiots- oh..." no one was the either.
At this point he was doubting his theory. Maybe he had just been acting silly and he had in fact forgotten to lock his door. Though he always checked it twice. He still didn't give up and rushed upstairs. Francis smirked. Then there was probably a certain nation, in his bed, naked, desperately waiting for him. He made his way to the bedroom, pushing the door slowly open and purring softly "Oh dieu- Arthur, s'cuze, to 'ave made you wait, per'aps I can make it up to, you mon cher~ " he purred, before putting on the light. Dissapointed as he did. No naked, Arthur covered in chocolate. Not zat he would ever do that just like that, but a man can have his dreams non?
His last option was the bathroom, making his way over to it. "Cher~ mind if I-" but it was hopeless, he wondered who he had imagined to be there as he closed the door of the cold and dark bathroom. He sighed. "Pourquoi, do I feel lonely all of a sudden?" he asked himself as he flopped down on the bed. He then finally noticed a note lying on the nightstand. His interest was caught and picked it up.
"Borrowed some lube, was out of it. Thanks Francis." the Frenchman sighed deeply and threw the note away. Seems like he was the only one not getting any love tonight, huh? It felt strange for a chance. Maybe he should call someone. He picked up the phone going through the numbers he had, thinking who would want to share their love with him.
(Rp sample from the world collide)
Humming silently, as he had reached his own house. He glanced back behind himself, admiring the view of Paris at night. The lights, the people rushing home, couples seeking for a place to share their love, friends going to a club. Francis sighed. "Tu est beau." he whispered at the sight. He lighted a cigarrete. He watched the rings of smoke going up in the dark. He loved Paris. He loved to come here, home, after a night out. The view of Paris never got old, it never seemed to bore him.
With a smile curling up his lips he pressed the cigarette out. "Bonne nuit." He mumbled softly as he turned back to his door. He looked for his keys and opened the door. He wondered, hadn't he locked the door? Silly, he always locked the door. His mind worked slow, due the alcohol, but he eventually jumped to conclusions.
Someone had opened that door with the spare key under the door mat. Was he that predictable? Anyway that person would still be inside, waiting, desperately for him, for love!
Perverted thoughts came up in his mind, as usual. Taking of his coat and hanging it up, kicking off his shoes, making his way to the livingroom. Per'aps Angelique that seychellosin girl had decided to welcome him home? "Ooh 'ave you wait for moi?" He purred softly, but no one was lying on the couch. Next place, he'd guessed the kitchen. Certain friends often raided his fridge. Pushing the door open before yelling: "Don't you dare to touch my, souflé you idiots- oh..." no one was the either.
At this point he was doubting his theory. Maybe he had just been acting silly and he had in fact forgotten to lock his door. Though he always checked it twice. He still didn't give up and rushed upstairs. Francis smirked. Then there was probably a certain nation, in his bed, naked, desperately waiting for him. He made his way to the bedroom, pushing the door slowly open and purring softly "Oh dieu- Arthur, s'cuze, to 'ave made you wait, per'aps I can make it up to, you mon cher~ " he purred, before putting on the light. Dissapointed as he did. No naked, Arthur covered in chocolate. Not zat he would ever do that just like that, but a man can have his dreams non?
His last option was the bathroom, making his way over to it. "Cher~ mind if I-" but it was hopeless, he wondered who he had imagined to be there as he closed the door of the cold and dark bathroom. He sighed. "Pourquoi, do I feel lonely all of a sudden?" he asked himself as he flopped down on the bed. He then finally noticed a note lying on the nightstand. His interest was caught and picked it up.
"Borrowed some lube, was out of it. Thanks Francis." the Frenchman sighed deeply and threw the note away. Seems like he was the only one not getting any love tonight, huh? It felt strange for a chance. Maybe he should call someone. He picked up the phone going through the numbers he had, thinking who would want to share their love with him.
(Rp sample from the world collide)
OOC Info[/u][/color]
Name: Mathi
Email: the_igsel@hotmail.com (also msn)
Messenger, etc. Mathihamster (IM) Mathi-chan (skype)
