Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 13, 2010 8:43:48 GMT -5
Canon Character Application
Character name: Francis Bonnefoy [French Republic]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5”9’ est. or 175 cm.
Weight: 135 Ib. est. or 61 kg.
Appearance: Despite his age, Francis appears young and sweet, youthful in his appearance; he has barely changed from his years at the University. He has a golden mane of shoulder-length hair, waved, even slightly curly and thick; he does not often feel when people pull on his hair because of its thickness. He has a bright smile and seemingly dancing eyes that captivate the viewer, that in all their lovely sapphirine glory, his eyes are cold, unmoving, the brightest of his smiles never reaching his eyelashes. He has pale skin that has not been exposed to sunlight very often but is a neutral tone, not too pale nor tan, perfect in his opinion.
He wears plain clothes, effeminate clothes most often and sometimes goes so far as to cross-dress. He keeps himself presentable, taking a great pride in his appearance and his looks are always impeccably clean and neat. Although he has a great joy of eccentric colours, he also enjoys black and other dark, gloomy colours considerably but claims that they are far too clashing with his appearance.
Personality: Francis is friendly and talkative. He enjoys adventure and he is of a curious nature. Very easy-going he is not one to be uptight and strict about things, calling such people stick-in-the-muds and other various insults, mostly in a friendly manner. Open and generally friendly, it is easy to get along with him so long as you ignore his rather eccentric behaviour. Enjoying taking on an older brother figure, he enjoys taking on such a role to those younger and cares for them deeply, doting upon them with a great affection. He enjoys the role of a mentor or anyone influential to someone else, taking a great pride in those he might have helped raise in the past. Francis enjoys the arts and anything beautiful. As well as dabbling in magic, regardless of what the consequences may be.
The Frenchman is the type prone to being slightly careless, despite the perfectly functioning (not to mention beautiful) head on his shoulders. Often throwing caution to the wind, he enjoys flinging himself into something for the rush of the adventure. Passionate, romantic and maybe coming off as a little bit dim until you get to know him are some of the few traits Francis exhibits. Prone to sudden outbursts of drama and occasionally harassing people, it is all in good nature to him.
Despite his almost benevolent and free personality, he does have a deeper side. He tends to be moody at times as well as quite explosive should his temper be pushed to the edge. His passionate personality tends to cause him to hold grudges and keep long-lasting passions and loves for people and food. He is also subject to enjoying a good banter occasionally and may even purposefully get on someone’s nerves; he is the type to just laugh it off, usually. Enjoying upsetting some people for their curious or rather explosive tempers, he does enjoy seeing them squirm.
Class:Alchemist
Likes:
♥ Sweet sounds of instruments, people and the wilderness
♥ The soft feeling of blankets and various animals
♥ Baths, warm baths
♥ Fun adventures
♥ Experimenting
♥ Sweets, desserts and anything with an exotic flavour
♥ Sweet smells that do not assault the nose
♥ French wine and cuisine
♥ Art, literature and music
♥ Innocence, purity
Dislikes:
♥ Extreme temperatures, they make him uncomfortable and he values his comfort greatly.
♥ Someone touching his hair
♥ High-pitched, off-tune and other annoying sounds that assault his ears
♥ Burnt or undercooked food
♥ Dispassionate, boring people (horrible food in general)
♥ Putrid smells that assault his nose
♥ Being alone with nothing to do
♥ Being bored
♥ Bugs, especially if they get in his hair
♥ Being trapped anywhere without anything to do or anywhere to go
Strengths:
♥ – Seduction: Although physically unimpressive, Francis has other means of getting his way (hint-hint-nudge-nudge). Taking great joy in the pleasure of the flesh, he uses his body quite well to get his means. Although not necessarily limited to a physical attraction, he also uses such things such as beer, food, myths, information or something else he can use to his advantage. It is much easier to seduce someone then fight them, in his opinion.
♥ – Liar: Perhaps prone to lying may be considered a weakness, he uses it to his advantage. Weaving great webs of nonsense and elaborate stories, he has been known to spout off nonsense so long as the story itself is attractive. Those who know him know to take each word he says with great care. No less, he can lie with his body as well, his skills in acting and pretending one of his greater strengths. Also one that has broken the hearts of many a woman.
♥ – Manipulation: Taking great care to always choose his words carefully and trick others, he is very talented in getting his way through means of using people as a sort of puppet. Although physically he is incapable of forcing someone to do anything for him, the pencil is stronger than the sword. Francis takes great care with his wordplay and often he pisses people off by using double meanings to his advantage, setting off many a temper. The knowledge of pressing certain buttons to get what he wants is something he puts to use often. This way, in battle, he can keep his elegance and beauty preserved instead of resorting to brute-like fighting.
♥ – Various: Francis is not limited in his strengths, he is capable of knowing what the finer things in life are varying between fashions, music, art and food and he settles for nothing less than the despite the nature of his “work”. In addition, he is a very good talent recruiter, capable of spying the potential that lies dormant beneath ones personality and actions. Cooking is another of his strengths and he often prefers to decline invitations to dinner because of his weak stomach and selective tastes. In addition – he has a green thumb, which comes in handy when he takes up a particular residence and is low on money.
Weaknesses:
♥ – Weak: To put it in one breath, Francis is weak. While he may attempt to cover this disability up with the excuse that he is merely too refined to dip into such arts as hand-to-hand combat, the truth is that he has never been one of particularly imposing physical prowess. Claiming that he is a lover and not a fighter, this may be generally true. However, he can stand his own if given enough time to gather his abilities, but not against such opponents whose main strength lies in their physical ability. Magic helps to aid this weakness.
♥ – Distrustful: While Francis may be the one most should be mistrustful of, he takes himself as an example. Believing that everyone is similar to him, he doubts others intentions deeply to the point of being almost paranoid. He often gets very jazzed up about when people lie to him although he cares nothing about lying to them in turn. Attempting to dig deep into him will result in a very passionate counter reaction, often a violent and fiery one. Asking personal questions is the easiest way to get his nerves riled up.
♥ – Emotional: Although his emotions help him to continue his pursuit of something, the double-edged sword of this is obvious. Insults and a betrayal of his trust will easily wound him for a long time. Known for having weak spots, especially when involving those close to him, he holds a great love for others when they do manage to get close and is therefore deeply hurt whenever someone injures him, physically, emotional or mentally. In a similar manner, should someone hurt his loved ones, he becomes careless in blind vengeance or tends to have an emotional breakdown.
♥ – Various: Francis becomes attached to those who do manage to get close to him. In addition, he cannot resist the pull all the time to something beautiful or enjoyable. He is a man very subjective to taking what he wants when he wants, which tends to get him into trouble. Greedy and lustful, he enjoys such things to a point that it may be considered very unappealing. He can shower his affections on those who do not want it, as well, making people tend to dislike him immediately. Prone to bottling up emotions, especially hurt ones, he does not often try to let others see him when he is hurt, no matter how great the impact and tries to reserve this for the private, although it not always works. He tends to be insensitive as well and brings up various topics that others may not want to hear or enjoy.
History: Francis grew up in an average, rather refined family. Unfortunately, despite his families constant dipping into the finer things in life, they were not really well off. The riches they displayed mostly for show and to impress friends, they were actually quite poor, barely capable of keeping up with their high-classed lifestyle. Francis was forced to work, studying various magic in order to become adept at helping out his family, mostly forced, as he neither liked either of his parents.
When he had the opportunity to, Francis immediately left his home, not enjoying the obligation he had to keep the family healthy based off of all his hard-earned earnings. Taking with him all the money he saved away secretly, he set out to explore the world, intending to see as much as possible and enjoy life to its fullest. He left when he was approximately 15-years-old although he often has memory lapses, as he lost track of time at his home, his parents never considering his birthday of particular importance.
As he wandered, he became an understudy of someone who was capable of teaching him magic. Although this person went by nothing but being called “Tutor” and has since remained only Tutor in Francis’ memory. For approximately four or so years, he learned all he could from this person, learning various forms of magic and although he was not as wondrous at the ability as others were, he was capable enough. When Tutor died, however, he was at quite lost in the world, wondering where to go and what he had left when he had abandoned his family and lost the only person worth something to him.
Deciding that it did him no harm in wandering nor was there any purpose in letting his beautiful self rot and go to use, he set out again, indulging himself with the great arts and foods and other various things of the day. He dressed himself in fine clothes, ate fine food and lived a life of luxury while exploring the world and performing random acts that required payment. Although these acts rarely required any physical exertion, instead he performed “tricks” and sometimes committed himself to being a teacher to those who wished to learn under him, taking the trait from his Tutor who was fond of teaching young ones the art of his trade.
Francis enjoys nothing better than the freedom to do whatever he wants nowadays and is rather at peace with life for the most part. In recent years, he can be found at various places, not having anywhere specific where he resides, although he does have multiple places he frequents where he keeps his more treasured items he cannot take with him. Continuing his exploration and experimentation, he finds great pleasure in what he does and how he does it. Mostly, he is a freelancer who merely wanders from place to place. He is mostly calm, flamboyant and enjoying his life in serenity, passing the time with studying and music and anything to pass away the boredom. However, when things get stagnant, he takes to his travelling pack and sets out again for new adventures.
Sample Post: Francis paused in his tracks as he approached what appeared to be a well-kept inn, examining whether or not it was worthy of housing his presence for a while before stepping in. He did not have much of a choice, the sun was dipping ever further beyond the horizon, the light of the day fading so that soon enough if he searched for anywhere better, he might have to do so in the dark. Everyone knew what kind of hooligans and rough scallions came out in the dark, after all.
Flashing an alluring smile at a few young women who passed by him, he inclined his head in a courteous manner, earning their laughter; he chuckled to himself and looked about for the counter. Spotting a balding man behind the wood, he approached him.
“Monsieur, would you care to lend me a room tonight?” The blonde asked with a charming smile, leaning onto the counter, one hand propping up to support his head, “You see, I have come a long way and I would like somewhere to rest for the night.” He explained, although the manager seemed not to care why he was here as he looked for an open room.
“We have one room open,” he said and then glared up at the Frenchman, grey, sharp eyes meeting innocent and rather surprised blue ones before stating a price.
Giggling to himself almost childishly at his own foolishness, he reached into his bag and dug out a pouch, placing the money on the table in exchange for a dulling golden key, “Merci,” he winked, making the man stiffen and flinch at the action before walking away happily, with a bounce in his step.
Climbing up the stairs to his room, he examined the place carefully. Beds clean and everything seemingly neat and tidy, he checked every little corner he could examine before smiling, laying his pack to rest on the bedding and walking to the window. Throwing open the window, he breathed a loud sigh over the city and those of good hearing turned as he exclaimed, “Ah, what a charmed life I have,” in almost a sing-song tune, going on to laugh at the onlookers who looked to him as if he were crazy. Perhaps he was, perhaps he was not, and then again, who in this world was not prone to a lapse of sanity?
Smiling lazily he fell back onto his bed, eyes staring at the ceiling, a lazy smile upon his face as he pondered what tomorrow held for him. When the morning came, he would certainly leave this place once more, he did not intend to stay, but for tonight, he would rest and enjoy himself. Heaving his tired body up, he hummed a tune to himself as he started the water to the tub until it was a luke warm and stripped, slowly lowering himself in.
”I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world~”
He sang in lilting tunes accented by French loudly for everyone who paid rapt attention to the music to hear as he washed his body of sweat, dirt and grime, his lips spread into a happy, contented smile.
[[May I apologize for not posting sooner. I lost track of time and totally forgot that I didn't post this~ Also, I think it would be cool if we could use Britannia Beam! C:]]