Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 1, 2011 22:20:44 GMT -5
J'adore moi.Nom
Francis Bonnefoy
Republique de France
Âge
21
Objectif de Academique
Major: Communication Advocacy
Minor: Linguistics.
Année
21 ans
Profession
Student (Junior)
Aime
+ French Cuisine
+ Français
+ Other cultures besides his own
+ Dominance
+ Art classes
+ Protesting
+ Strikes
+ Being right
+ Good benefits for himself
+ Wine, cheese, and chocolate
+ Himself
+ Oh, and.. himself.
N'aime pas
- The English
- The Americans
- Ignorance for beauty
- Ruining his stylish outfits
- Being called incapable of things
- Being dominanted
- BOXED WINE.
- Lack of love
- War without purpose
- Physical Education (Ruins hair)
- The English (Nuff sed)
Personnalité
Francis, in general, is a very happy person. If he has something to distract him away from what is really going on, then the guy is fine. With his head held high, Francis is hardly seen without a frown or a scowl on his face. But with that smile, it mainly hides his true feelings towards others. He wises to trust and to love but he is shut down most of the time. The persistence and the prodding of another is to get their attention and maybe a happy relationship (friends or something more).
There had been a lot of emptiness and all he wants to do is fill it back up to it's original shape. Francis loves, hates, and cries but under his invisible mask of his perverted antics. A grope and various other gestures are only impulses to see if it'd impress another but most of the time, it doesn't. The lack of communication through-out his lifetime embedded something into him, making the Frenchman wanting the spotlight the entire time.
Histoire
Francis was raised in a well privileged home with butlers, maids, and luxorious items that he could simply ask for and get. His parents were business CEO's of two different companies, making Francis feel a bit out of place. He watched his father squeeze benefits out of his employees but there was nothing the boy could do.
When Francis was twelve, his father had been travelling on an airplane to another country but the plane had hit some turbulence, causing it to blow an engine. The plane spiraled down and crashed onto the side of a mountain.. there were no survivors. The boy's mother decided she didn't need the other business, gave it to her son after remarrying again to one of her own employees that she had been having an affair with.
Money was put aside for Francis so when he graduates from college, it'll be ready for him but there's that empty hole in his heart. Is he supposed to follow his father's footsteps or is he supposed to do his own thing? There's only one promise he made to himself and that is to respect his workers and give them everything they need to be comfortable just like him. Great benefits and low age for retirement.
Exemple de la rédaction
"Non, Maman.." the French boy sighing into the cellphone, "I don't need you coming down to the Academy and talk to the principal. Je n'suis pas douze ans." A roll of his eyes and the phone was closed to be put away in his pocket. 'Grrrrrrrrr...~' A look down to his stomach indicated that there was something missing in there. Oh wait-- he couldn't eat! The recent assignment in his Advocacy class was to do a civil protest and make a journal of it. So far, the lack of wine, cheese, and chocolate was taking its toll on the poor kid.
Packing up his side-bag with books from the other classes that he generally hated, Francis slung it over his shoulder and left the classroom. A little wave to the teacher before he closed the door behind him with a calm rub of his face. He needed winter break to come so he could sit on the beach and sleep. A little buzz on his side was made but Francis ignored it, knowing that it was his mother checking on his meal intake once again. It was no use to convince the boy to even pick at a piece of bread.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
"Shut up!" he whined as he plopped down on one of the provided benches around the campus. "Je sais.. Je sais.." he mumbled, slouching on the wooden seat. Those tired eyes stared down at the hoodie covered belly and gave it a little soothing rub, "Just another day. I think you can hold out until then. Hopefully.." Francis looked up at the starry night with the smallest smile on his face. The cosmos had the answers to everything, right? The silence was heavy but it was suddenly shattered by Francis' voice, "MERDE. I NEED ALCOHOL." And that was that. The protest ended with a nice glass of wine in the dorm room and a faked journal entry.
"Non, Maman.." the French boy sighing into the cellphone, "I don't need you coming down to the Academy and talk to the principal. Je n'suis pas douze ans." A roll of his eyes and the phone was closed to be put away in his pocket. 'Grrrrrrrrr...~' A look down to his stomach indicated that there was something missing in there. Oh wait-- he couldn't eat! The recent assignment in his Advocacy class was to do a civil protest and make a journal of it. So far, the lack of wine, cheese, and chocolate was taking its toll on the poor kid.
Packing up his side-bag with books from the other classes that he generally hated, Francis slung it over his shoulder and left the classroom. A little wave to the teacher before he closed the door behind him with a calm rub of his face. He needed winter break to come so he could sit on the beach and sleep. A little buzz on his side was made but Francis ignored it, knowing that it was his mother checking on his meal intake once again. It was no use to convince the boy to even pick at a piece of bread.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
"Shut up!" he whined as he plopped down on one of the provided benches around the campus. "Je sais.. Je sais.." he mumbled, slouching on the wooden seat. Those tired eyes stared down at the hoodie covered belly and gave it a little soothing rub, "Just another day. I think you can hold out until then. Hopefully.." Francis looked up at the starry night with the smallest smile on his face. The cosmos had the answers to everything, right? The silence was heavy but it was suddenly shattered by Francis' voice, "MERDE. I NEED ALCOHOL." And that was that. The protest ended with a nice glass of wine in the dorm room and a faked journal entry.
Personal + Optional
Alias
Jack
Timezone
Alaskan, where we consume Pasta and Wurst all day long without avail.
Favorite Pairings:
Refer to Turkey's application.
Alternate Characters:
Turkey and now France
