Francis Bonnefoy || France

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Francis Bonnefoy Francis Bonnefoy is London's resident French charmer and romancer. Compassionate, sweet, and perhaps a little bit meddling, he's the big brother type who loves to see everyone happy with themselves and each other. He believes everything and everybody is beautiful, and loves to call people by French endearments. He likes to cook food for everybody he knows, and most people end up at his place regularly for lunch.

CODE NAME: The Lover

Male

26

Pansexual

French

Jobless

Civilian

Physical

175 cm

70 kg

Blonde

Blue

Smooth

Slim

Personal

Francis is the type who is often misjudged by people. Despite the contrary belief, he is not a pervert who lusts after everyone and anyone for no reason or being “addicted to sex”. He is naturally a romantic (it comes with his French blood), and believes purely in wooing and courting the person of his affection. With a rose and a perhaps an invitation for a lovely dinner date, he enjoys seeing people smile. He takes pleasure in helping others be together, and may meddle slightly to ensure people find the one they can be truly happy with. He’s the big brother sort of type, the kind who you can go to for advice about anything; romance in particular. He’s more than happy to help anyone in any way he can if possible. He’s quite protective, especially as if sees you as a close friend, or possibly as a sibling figure. Also despite the contrary belief, Francis is not a saint. There’s also a point where he snaps and breaks, and cannot bear anymore insults or assumptions. He’s human, just like everyone else, and has a limited amount of patience. Francis can be hurt, sometimes easily – he's a rather emotional being. He’s normally quite a gentleman, especially to the female population, but he’s just as much to the male side as well. He fully believes anyone and everyone can be, and is, beautiful. If there was a flaw Francis would clearly recognize, it would be his envy. He has a minor jealousy problem, which he considers an imperfection and loathes himself for it.. He constantly praises and compliments others about their beauty, for who they are and occasionally aids in their love life if asked or needed. But he also has a want for compliments himself, and praising others so grandly typically makes him feel worse about himself. Sometimes, he’s envious about how great and incredible others are, while he appears lesser in comparison. He tends to hide it very well, and very few people actually know of his true feelings about the matter. His charms are one of his strong points. He considers himself suave and urbane, and appears as one who is constantly flirting with anyone he converses with; which is not always the case. Francis is what people would call an “extensive lover”, with his way of speaking. He does not like, nor dislike the term. He could be considered polyamarous, as he believes in all forms of love (except for forced love), and he has had a large record of one-night stands. However, every single person he has ever spent one night with is important and special to him. He hasn’t forgotten a single face. But he hopes the day will come when he’s finally able to have a lover of his own soon – a person who loves him, and is willing to stay. Francis is the type who would be extremely pleased if his feelings of love and affection were ever to be requited. He’s one who feels love very powerfully, and his affections are strong. He often gives kisses to show affection, but rarely are they what he considers a kiss of true love. It can make him the happiest man in the world if he finds out the person he likes returns his feelings, although he may not show it publicly (by unconsciously slipping into his usual flirtatious mode).

Likes

Dislikes

+Romance; Francis is a romantic and loves everything related to it. +Beauty; he falls in love with anything and anyone that’s beautiful. He’s attracted to beauty and admires it greatly. +Flirting/Wooing/Charm; He prides himself in his wooing skills. He has quite the way with words. He playfully flirts often and has a long record of one-night stands. +Giving Advice; and also hearing about people’s problems. He loves to listen to everyone else’s dilemma’s; it helps him take his mind off of his own worries. He does his best to offer whatever advice he can, regardless of what the subject is. +Cooking; he finds cooking enjoyable and fun. It’s most likely his favorite pastime. +Gardening; Francis keeps a small flower box in the window and tends to it lovingly every day. He enjoys watching the flowers bloom, and it helps him calm down to admire them when he’s frustrated. +Roses; his favorite flower. They’re often connected with love and romance, so of course she enjoys them. They’re filled with beauty. +Physical affection; he enjoys displaying affection for her family, friends and even acquaintances. He’s not afraid to show he loves and admires them. He will, however, stop if the person is clearly upset by it and back off. +Wine; he likes the taste. It’s delicate, fancy and usually French. +French endearments; Francis is bilingual. He often uses French endearments when he speaks, throwing them in nearly as much as he can. He also likes endearments in general. +Fashion; Francis is quite skilled when it comes to picking the right outfit. He sometimes offers constructive criticism and compliments people if he likes their tastes. +Music; he’s fond of all sorts of music, except for some such as country and rap and a few others. +Poetry; he enjoys poetry and occasionally writes some. He often makes life poetic in his mind, and makes the smallest things meaningful.

-Scones; he absolutely loathes the taste of scones. They’re disgusting and the most horrific food ever introduced to mankind (in his humble opinon). -Unfaithful people; Francis looks down on people who cheat on their lovers. He believes that while it’s possible to love many, a person should remain faithful to the one they are in a relationship with. It’s only fair to them. (Although, he is obviously not against one-night stands – but the people involved should not be in a current relationship.) Discovering his own father’s affair only served to fuel Francis’s passion about the subject. -Flaws; everyone has flaws. Francis has accepted that. However, it doesn’t mean he’ll simply forget about his own few. Ignorance – He especially dislikes ignorance if it concerns love. It’s painful to see unrequited love, and he’ll try her best to remedy the situation in any way he can. -Buying cheap things – Francis absolutely loathes purchasing anything at a cheap price. It makes him look stingy and he was taught to always live as well as he could, and spend a reasonable amount. -His father – Francis’s father has always pushed him to be just like him. Francis absolutely loathes it. He will become whatever he wants, thank you very much. -Politics – The thing abhors the most. It’s always been present in his life, and Francis is entirely sick of it. Never hearing about politics again would be too soon for him. -Limitations – He does not like to restricted. He’s been held back all his life, always being told what to do. It’s about time he decided for himself.

Dreams

Fears

^To fall in love with someone who won't leave him; Francis has a history of falling in love with people who aren't good for him. They usually end up leaving him... He yearns to find someone who won't. He just wants one person to stay. Please? ^To become his own person; Francis's father has constantly loomed over his head with his high-ranked position ever since he was his born. His father had decided he would be a politician – just like him. Francis didn't want that, and has resented him ever since he was young. He dreams to become his own person and have his own life without his father's influence. ^To have a family; he dreams of having at least one of his own children one day. He wants to be happily married to the person he loves and live a romanticized happy life, like in romantic novels and movies. It seems cliché, he knows, but is it so wrong to dream?

* Death – He thinks about dying often. Various ways. He usually thinks about all the simple and complicated ways he could die while just glancing about a room. He dislikes horror movies because it only brings up his fear. It’s not an irrational fear, but death is a scary thought. *Becoming what his father wants him to be – Which is a politician. All his life, Francis has been prepared and told he would be a politician, but he refuses to. He feels like he would die before ever going into politics, although that’s not quite true. (If he only had the choice of being a politician or death, he would choose being a politician.) *Rejection – Francis cannot handle rejection. He’s quite sensitive, and he can be broken easily if someone hurts him emotionally. He wouldn’t show it immediately, but at home he would be up crying all night for days on end. *What other people think of him – In a way, you could call Francis self-conscious. He’s just very good at hiding it. He’s always wondering other people’s opinions and what they think of him. He fears that many times it’s not anything good.

Background

Francis was born in Paris, France to the Bonnefoy family. His father was an adroit politician; his mother a charming aristocrat. They were quite a well-known family, particularly for their charisma and their flawless appearances. Francis grew up, very sheltered, and possibly spoiled. But he remembers one thing clearly about his childhood besides his luxurious life – the constant pushing of his father of his studies. He was always told he would be a politician. Just like his father. He was always told he would be a great man. Just like his father. He would always be told to act proper. Just like his father. It was a never ending cycle, and Francis had grown quickly tired of it at the tender age of five. He easily learned how to start rebelling against his father’s wishes, especially as he grew to be a teenager. He would do the opposite of what his father told him; not as to tarnish the Bonnefoy family’s name, but to cause his father displeasure purposefully. If he was told not to do this, he would do it. If he was told to not touch something, he would. He supposed it was immature, but it was the only solution he could come up with at the time being. (Regardless, it never really changed over the years.) Francis was always expected to be the best at everything he did; being the son of an important politician, after all, set rather extreme standards. More that often was Francis not able to reach his father’s expectations, although he did learn a great deal about politics over the years of his life (much to his own horror). This was a gift, but also a curse. It would surely aid him in his life somehow, he knew, but he resented that his father would be triumphant in his wishes. Francis did not want to become his father. He wanted to be Francis. But although Francis had such a woe in his life, he also had several happy memories (yet many led to more unfortunate woes). One was spending time with Christyna Grimaldi, the Monegasque princess. Their parents had introduced them around the age of five, and they had easily become good friends. They did many things together, and as they were both only children, they became extremely close and seeing each other like sibling figures. Christyna taught him how to play poker (she always won) and he ended up subconsciously teaching her about charming people and about love. They got along surprisingly well. However, one day came when the two were in their early teens, perhaps around fourteen, when their parents told them they were engaged. Francis could not believe it. He was appalled, dismayed, and felt betrayed all at the same time. He didn’t love Christyna in that way, and was genuinely relieved to find out she felt the same way. (It took him a little while to ease the information out of the girl, and Francis was also hesitant to tell her in fears of hurting her.) Four years of more rebellion passes, and the time came for Christyna and Francis to be married. Francis didn’t know what to do to get out of his predicament, but luckily he didn’t have to do anything. A few months before the wedding, Christyna vanished into thin air. She fled to another country, and Monaco fell into disarray, horrified at the loss of the princess. Still, to this day, they are looking for her. When he was nineteen, Francis also ended up leaving his home country. He needed to be on his own, allowed to stretch his wings and decide what he wanted to do in life. He took a large sum of his family’s fortune and set off to Great Britain, eventually finding specifically London, England. Before Francis left France, though, he had a conversation with his mother. He trusted her. He told her about his plans to leave, and she let him go. Francis would always be grateful to her for that. She also gave him the money he would have needed to survive for a few years on his own. But besides, exchanging farewells, there was another topic of what could be considered critical importance discussed that day: apparently Francis had a half-sister. His father had had an affair (at this Francis was not surprised, but furious that he would cheat on his beautiful mother) and the mistress had become pregnant in hopes of retaining her comfortable life and using the baby as a bargaining chip. It was obvious it did not work though, as there was a lacking presence of a mistress and her child. The pair was apparently cut off by his father, as his reputation could not be ruined. By this point, Francis was boiling over in anger and ready to snap, but his mother managed to placate him and he had managed to leave peacefully before his father could discover his plan. The thought of having a legitimate sibling, although it may simply be a half-sister was rather tempting to Francis, and the subject crosses his mind at least once every day. He hopes of one day possibly being able to meet the woman, but he knows much too little about her for there to be a genuine chance (he would never go to his father to ask any information). It seemed strange, going from Paris to London, but Francis did dwell on that for too long. Instead, he found himself renting a small flat for two years, still doing nothing in his life until by some twist of fate, he found Christyna running her own casino. He could hardly believe it. Both Monaco and a decent percentage of the world were searching desperately to find the young woman, and he had managed to find his ex-fiancé. The irony was quite beautiful to Francis. Christyna quickly sworn him to secrecy as soon as she recognized him and he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone. After all, he didn’t want to be dragged back home again, either. In the end, they both had apparently fled their homes and ended up in London, England. It was a small world they lived in. Francis is currently living in Christyna’s large hotel/casino, on Floor 7 in Room 242. He has been living there for approximately five years, and currently remains jobless. He’s tried several things, such as cooking, writing, etc. but nothing seemed to stand out to him. But he still enjoys a rather comfortable life, and still has quite a large amount of money. He also occasionally plays poker to earn some easy money (but never with Christyna). Most nights he brings a partner home in bed, and has a long history of one-night stands – but he treats every single person with love and affection. It’s never just a night of lust for Francis; it’s a night of love.

Role-Play Sample

On such a bleak day with nothing to do, money to spend, and time to waste, Francis found himself slowly climbing the steps of the Victoria and Albert Museum. But it was free admission anyways; he wouldn’t have any use for his money, though he wasn’t complaining. Yet the time was nearing closer and closer to noon, and perhaps he would treat himself to a nice restaurant today. Whether he did or whether he didn’t depended on the chances of him finding a suitable person to join him. As he glanced around the nearly empty museum, however, he felt himself grow rather disappointed. There was barely anyone around, except for the children on a field trip and a few weary staff members in various rooms. But once again, he wasn’t complaining. He didn’t mind the peace and tranquility that the museum offered on this dreary weekday. It was very lonely. And so, Francis still looked about for a possible companion, expectations low, but hopes quite high. Yet the only people that seemed to be around were too young, too elderly, or too busy. It was quite disappointing. An abandoned slip of paper laying on the ground, perhaps from a notebook, caught his eye, and he picked it up. There were no marks on the front, and when he flipped it to examine the other side, the back was just as bare and blank as its other half. He shrugged to himself, and pocked it. His shoes, the soles damp from walking around outside, made very unflattering noises on the tiled floors, and echoed in the large hallways. He winced every time he took a step, willing for the sounds to cease, and wishing he had taken just a bit longer to wipe his shoes on the carpet at the entrance. In hopes of muffling the infuriating noises, he slipped into the nearest room to sit down on a bench and wait for them to dry. He had plenty of time for this, and really didn’t feel that hungry yet; he had had a relatively filling breakfast. As he sat down, he glanced around curiously at his surroundings. Grand, intricate styled tapestries embellished the museum’s walls; some older, antique furniture placed beside it. Multi-colored and equally elegantly crafted stained glass also decorated the room. Francis marveled at the beauty of all of the objects, quite enraptured, and quickly found himself falling in love with them. He was beginning to remember what it was like to visit museums (it had been months – perhaps even years), and the pure rush of pleasure he felt from seeing such brilliantly preserved items from history. He then took the time to observe the occupants in the room. A youthful woman stood studying a painting, and an older man with brown hair sat on a bench quite a distance away from him. Closer, though, was another man, also quite young – probably around the same age as Francis himself – sitting the closest to him, perhaps approximately a meter or so away. With a rather average body build and being quite slim, he had sandy blonde hair, obviously combed, but still looked to be a bit disheveled. He had piercing, intelligent green eyes, and immediately Francis was enamored. His heart began to beat faster. They were stunning; the most pleasing shade of green he had ever seen in his life. He had seen many, many pairs of eyes before, but they were nothing in comparison to this man’s. Yet, at the same time, they were almost familiar in a way. The next feature Francis could clearly notice while facing him at a side view was his abnormally thick eyebrows, furrowed in seemingly deep concentration at a suit of amor in front of him. They would have been completely wondrous if Francis hadn’t seen them before. But alas, he had. Besides recognizing the man as Arthur Kirkland, leader of the Labour Party and member of the Parliament from London’s finest newspapers, he also recognized his particular eyebrow trait. Iain Stuart-Kirkland and Aoife O’Neil, two dear friends of his, both possessed it and he had always been just the slightest bit amused by the thick lines of hair above their also green (but distinctly different from Arthur’s and each other’s) eyes. At first, the large eyebrows had been quite disgruntling, but he soon had grown rather fond of them. Being a politician’s son, Francis had grown up being taught to always learn the current events of the country and the world daily. So of course it was no surprise that he would be able to discern the head of the Labour Party with his distinct features; his eyes, his face, his stature, and especially the way he held himself with dignity and pride, even while studiously examining the medieval display in front of him. His interest was piqued. Ever so casually, he moved over towards the other man, also turning to study the impressive suit of armor, until he was only several inches away. He composed himself, not exactly nervous – no, that certainly wasn’t the right word to describe what he was feeling. Anxious and apprehensive were merely synonyms for nervous… But overall, he was simply curious about Arthur Kirkland. He obviously enjoyed the art the museum held; otherwise, he wouldn’t be there. Now Francis faced a fork in the path: how to begin the conversation? Suave, urbane, and possibly overbearing; or casual, relatively mild-mannered, and appearing to make small talk? He considered both options for a brief moment, before settling on the former. While he wanted to make a good first impression, he also wanted to make a memorable one. ”Hello, monsieur,” he began easily, a charming smile placed delicately upon his face, “You have the most beautiful green eyes I have ever had the good fortune to see in my humble life. They glow with such a brilliant, stunning light; I am nearly blinded as I gaze into them now.” And now, he would wait earnestly for a response.

OOC Information

Mona

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Good job as always Mona~! (Actually, weird to call you Mona if I'm Monaco but never mind). Anyway, since most of this stuff I already read, I'll focus on your history. That wonderful history~! I like it, especially about the whole discovering his half-sister before he left for London It would be cool to witness their meeting myself - which I will. Then I find it sweet to see that Christyna would teach Francis on how to play poker while he rubs off his "amour" on her and teaches her on how to score Italian men. Anyway, I'm glad you found the time to join us and we expect that you shall have an amazing adventure of love here at TND. The name is Bonnefoy, Francis Bonnefoy.

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