Post by wineandcheese on Jan 9, 2011 15:46:20 GMT
• République française
Name --- François Bonnefoy
Nation --- France
Aliases --- That sexy guy, Fran, The country of Love
Apparent age --- 26
Actual age --- So far back he doesn't attempt to count
Gender --- Male
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Eye color --- Blue
Hair color --- Blond
Height --- 175cm
Weight --- That's a secret! <3
Skin tone --- Fair
Defining features --- None in particular
Additional features --- François dresses well and terms his style the very defining point of fashion. Being a confident, he wears his charisma like a curtain hanging over him, making him a head turner on every occasion.
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Personality ---
While beauty is in the eye of the beholder for most people, François in fact sees beauty in everything and is drawn towards it. His sociable personality and affection is usually mistaken and misunderstood as the need to "screw" everything and anything in sight, although he would not hesitate to participate in certain slightly questionable activities along those lines.
Despite the fact that compared to neighbours such as Switzerland and Germany, he may appear to be a lot more laid-back and relaxed, François is most definitely a character that strongly upholds laws. His respect for rules is as exemplified by the INTERPOL organisation that is headquartered in Lyon, France.
Like many Frenchmen, François is haughty and confident when it comes to the subject of his own country. Regardless of what others may say about him, François knows that he commands a level of adoration and interest from the other countries, reasoned by the fact that France has always been the top destination for tourists.
Having played both the conqueror and the victim, François' stand on war in the modern days is such that peace should be the number one priority for the solution in any given conflict. This belief stems from his wars experience in wars, and he understands that selfish needs such as revenge will lead to nowhere.
Likes ---
• Cooking and good food
• Designing
• French wines (Italian wines are just barely acceptable)
• Red roses
• Literature
• The Arts, music, and theatre
• People
• Taking long walks
• Conversations
• Philosophy
• Gardens
Dislikes ---
• People who insist that they can cook when they quite obviously can't.
• People who enjoy mentioning the Italian art in his museum.
Fears ---
• Being invaded. The traumas of the past never fully subside.
Lesser known facts ---
• Identifies himself as agnostic, religion-wise.
• Has a considerable collection of conte de feé, also known as fairy tales in English.
• Has a tendency to occassionally confuse America and England with each other, with the both of them being 'Anglais' and having horrible food.
Goals ---
• François delights in living his life out in peace, and essentially enjoying the "fruits of his labour", be it enjoying the simple or luxurious things in life.
• At the outbreak of a conflict, however, François will take a firm stand in preserving peace and make haste to reinforce his sentiments.
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History ---
1st Century
Gaul
52 - 58 BC; Gaul was invaded by Rome, and lost in the Gallic Wars, eventually becoming a province of the Roman Republic
3rd Century
Roman Gaul
260 - 274 BC; Gaul rebelled, alongside other states such as Hispania, Germania and Britannia in what was known as the Gallic Empire. However, it eventually lost against the Romans, and ws once again intergrated into the Roman Empire.
5th Century
486 BC; After the downfall of the Roman Empire and the fragmentation of Gaul, Clovis I of the Salian Franks reunited most of northern and central Gaul under his rule. It became what was now known as the Frankish Empire, and also forming the foundation for modern France
6th Century
511 BC; After Clovis' death, his emprie was divided among his sons, which was then divided again with each death, once again becoming repeatedly divided.
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Roleplay example ---
François closed his eyes tight to block out the rays of sunlight that trickled in from between the bars of his cell window. His head throbbed in pain, and he was overcome in exhaustion. Morning had come far too early for his liking, and he had lost every bit of motivation to move. And to be fair, really, who could, having had their country invaded and conquered in three days?
He could hear the German tongue echoing in the distance, and it served only to further intense the ache in his head. Such a predicament that he had gotten himself into, and he supposed this was what they called "biting off more than one could chew." Such an interesting euphemism, he thought, but now was no time to muse over the oddness of his neighbour's language. At least, it should be saved for a time when the wrongs in the world were more or less set right... and he was no longer held captive in his own prisons.
A soft sigh escaped him. Allowing his eyelids to lift slowly, François winced from the sharp light that hit him. It took a moment for him to register his consciousness (and he would like very much to return to unconsciousness, with everything being so very surreal) and he pushed himself up, leaning back on the cold, stone walls. How much he would give for a glass of wine, or rather, a whole crate of it so that he could drown his misery in. Not that he could get himself drunk. He must have become somehow immune to the effects of alcohol after so long.
The four walls of the prison cell glared back at him coolly as he stared at them. And what a prison it was, when in fact, it was really a dungeon cell from back in the middle ages. And even François shuddered to think about what prisoners these place once held in its chambers, when most of its inhabitants were usually sentenced to a painfully torturing death for their crimes. That thought made him cringe in particular. At this point in time, death may not be so bad, but having to die excruciating wasn't quite so inviting. Was it even possible for a nation to die by such means anyway? He most definitely did not want to find out. It would be downright awful if he ended up surviving every torture technique that they might put him through, essentially meaning that they would just think up something even more painful to go through.
He rubbed his head gingerly, wishing the ache away. Something inside him stirred. A part of him wanted to rebel against this circumstance, to free himself, and his people, and show that not all hope was lost. It was intuitional - France was meant to be free, not bound and chained. He closed his eyes once more in deep thought, and began to formulate an escape plan in his mind.
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Username --- Ryuu
Age --- 18
Time zone --- GMT +8