Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 7, 2011 1:05:52 GMT -5
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Age: 26
Country of Origin: France
Gender: Male
Type of Criminal and/or ulterior Profession: Psychopatic rapist?
Experience and kill rate :Heraped quite a few woman. Arthur usually kills them.
Physical appearance:
Francis is hard to miss with his rather flamboyant appearance. He has long blonde wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes. He doesn't shave that often, to get some stubles. He think of his stubbled chin as manly. He is around 5'9 feet tall and has a normal posture. As a real Frenchman, he is dressed rather fashionable.
Character personality:
Francis is a very charming man. He's always nice and kind towards everyone at the start. He's putting up a mask. Always smiling, always nice, always trying to be a gentle man and please everyone. But his patience isn't everlasting. When rejected, he would drop the act and attempt to get what he wants in all costs. This often ends up in an attempt to rape. He's a pretty selfish person.
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.
He thinks good of himself. He has quite some pride built up and is due all compliments pretty arrogant. He's very manipulative. When you don't like him, he will find a way to make you like him.He barely knows any shame and is quite a pervert. Francis sometimes doesn't know his limits and crosses the line.
Character history:
Francis was never loved by his parents from the start. Simply because his mother hadn't even had the chance to love him. She died giving birth to him. His own father saw him as the murder of his beloved wife.
Though he remarried when Francis was at the age of 7 he still couldn't look at him the same way. He was abused by his father, his steph-mother didn't look after him. In all this there was only one person that had really cared: Arthur Kirkland.
He was a boy in the neighbourhood Francis liked to play with. This friendship might have become more until he had gotten new friends. Francis gotten into highschool where he soon became popular. He was wealthy, charming and looked handsome. Though for Francis this wasn't enough. He could get anyone he wanted with a single wink but they weren't good enough for him. He was a player. He would charm those girls, or even boys, and once he had enough of them shamelessly dump them.
He had simply lost interest in them. You might say that he was too cruel, but they simply didn't love him. Francis didn't feel love. All he ever wanted to be truly loved but this was all lust.
This all happened in College as well, by the way, but after graduation he lost contact with Arthur.
They met again recently and started to live together.
Likes:
Cooking
Romance, Passion
Sex
To be/feel loved
Beauty
Dislikes:
The English
Being ignored
Quirks:
His arrogance
His flirty attitude
Fears:
He's afraid to be caught
He's afraid to be killed himself
He's afraid to fall in love for real
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 world meetings, 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. "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- Angleterre, 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, England covered in chocolate. Not zat he would ever do that just like that, but a man can have his dreams non?
- sample from the world collide-
Any additional information?
No
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OOC:
Name/Nickname:Mathi
Time zone: GMT+1
Contact info: PM or e-mail/msn: the_igsel@hotmail.com
Please post a short introduction about yourself:
Hey, I'm Mathi, I'm 19 year old and am moving tomorrow to Berlin, Germany.
I've been roleplaying for quite some time now, I've been roleplaying France for close to a half year now.
I really like to rp, write, draw, cosplay, travel, hang out with friends and a lot more.
I just hope we can get along ^^
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