Post by france on Jan 21, 2010 1:37:05 GMT -5
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Country of Origin: France
Gender Male(-ish)
Age: 22(-ish)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125 lb.
Appearance:
Francis appears to be sweetly youthful, late teens at the least to mid-twenties at the most, with long blond hair that's somewhat curly and very thick. He has a very bright smile and expressive blue eyes, and his face is clear of any kind of scar or regular skin blemish. If you were to carve away his skin, though, you would find a void without any definable colour, and the gravity of the gaze pulls and pulls until you are falling...
Crew member of: Unaffiliated
Status: Unaffiliated
Pet: ---
Crest: ---
Personality:
"There was a boy...
A very strange, enchanted boy...
They say he wandered very far
Very far
Over land and sea..."
- Nature Boy, Moulin Rouge
Francis Bonnefoy is something of an enigma. He's enchanting and quite charming, young and yet wise. He considers himself a strange sort of person, free of gluttony and anger, mired in lust and despair. Very free with his hands and laughter, Francis is very tight with his wealth and his innermost person. He is a hoarder, a covetting creature, whether it be jewels or gold or secrets.
In public, Francis can be extremely sweet, although somewhat tactile with his hands. He dresses flamboyantly or altogether femininely, and his mannerisms tend to be flourishing and illustrative of his speech. He has a sarcastic and rather morbid sense of humour, and he adores wordplay even to the point of taking things a bit too far sometimes. If he isn't enjoying something, then no one will enjoy it; Francis will make sure of this.
At the same time, Francis utterly jaded underneath his usual veneer of careless vanity. In private and in business, Francis will readily admit himself a monster. He will openly admit that he is sadistic and does very much enjoy the pain of others when it benefits him. An accomplished fencer and marksman, he is not above using everything at his disposal to win in a fight. He's a gentleman only in cover, an utter scoundrel of a whore underneath.
History:
"The moon is essentially gray, no color.
It looks like plaster of Paris,
like dirty beach sand with lots of footprints in it."
- James A. Lovell
In Paris, they call children like Francis gamin, street rats with little future other than crime and other ill trades. Francis was born, he will say, in a small house of no consequence just outside the walls of Paris. He didn't know his father, and he cares even less for his mother, who did little by him except pass him off to someone or another when she had business to attend to. He supposes she was a very pretty woman in her full glory, but Francis never saw that side of her, except, perhaps, when he spied her horizontal. She never quite looked the same, day to day, and she frightened him in her tempers.
Francis lived for most of his life before he was in his pre-teens attached to a brothel inside of Paris proper. He was rather small and thin for his age, probably from being constantly undernourished and overworked, until he was about fifteen, and a client in the aristocracy took interest in him. Mon petit, the client had called him, tu es beau. And that man, Monsieur Bonnefoy, from whom Francis would take the last name and estate of upon his death, gave Francis the education and stimulation Francis had always envied and wanted.
Nowadays, Francis Bonnefoy is considered to be something of an eccentric, uncontrollable anomaly in the elite French social circles. He flirts mercilessly with both genders, and some people are quite convinced that he is really a woman, making his correct gender a popular topic of gossip along with his age. Francis loves dueling and orchestrating general chaos to entertain himself, but he also adores the arts, especially dance and literary pursuits.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Thar be pirates, eh, Capt'n Jack Sparrow?
Country of Origin: France
Gender Male(-ish)
Age: 22(-ish)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125 lb.
Appearance:
Francis appears to be sweetly youthful, late teens at the least to mid-twenties at the most, with long blond hair that's somewhat curly and very thick. He has a very bright smile and expressive blue eyes, and his face is clear of any kind of scar or regular skin blemish. If you were to carve away his skin, though, you would find a void without any definable colour, and the gravity of the gaze pulls and pulls until you are falling...
Crew member of: Unaffiliated
Status: Unaffiliated
Pet: ---
Crest: ---
Personality:
"There was a boy...
A very strange, enchanted boy...
They say he wandered very far
Very far
Over land and sea..."
- Nature Boy, Moulin Rouge
Francis Bonnefoy is something of an enigma. He's enchanting and quite charming, young and yet wise. He considers himself a strange sort of person, free of gluttony and anger, mired in lust and despair. Very free with his hands and laughter, Francis is very tight with his wealth and his innermost person. He is a hoarder, a covetting creature, whether it be jewels or gold or secrets.
In public, Francis can be extremely sweet, although somewhat tactile with his hands. He dresses flamboyantly or altogether femininely, and his mannerisms tend to be flourishing and illustrative of his speech. He has a sarcastic and rather morbid sense of humour, and he adores wordplay even to the point of taking things a bit too far sometimes. If he isn't enjoying something, then no one will enjoy it; Francis will make sure of this.
At the same time, Francis utterly jaded underneath his usual veneer of careless vanity. In private and in business, Francis will readily admit himself a monster. He will openly admit that he is sadistic and does very much enjoy the pain of others when it benefits him. An accomplished fencer and marksman, he is not above using everything at his disposal to win in a fight. He's a gentleman only in cover, an utter scoundrel of a whore underneath.
History:
"The moon is essentially gray, no color.
It looks like plaster of Paris,
like dirty beach sand with lots of footprints in it."
- James A. Lovell
In Paris, they call children like Francis gamin, street rats with little future other than crime and other ill trades. Francis was born, he will say, in a small house of no consequence just outside the walls of Paris. He didn't know his father, and he cares even less for his mother, who did little by him except pass him off to someone or another when she had business to attend to. He supposes she was a very pretty woman in her full glory, but Francis never saw that side of her, except, perhaps, when he spied her horizontal. She never quite looked the same, day to day, and she frightened him in her tempers.
Francis lived for most of his life before he was in his pre-teens attached to a brothel inside of Paris proper. He was rather small and thin for his age, probably from being constantly undernourished and overworked, until he was about fifteen, and a client in the aristocracy took interest in him. Mon petit, the client had called him, tu es beau. And that man, Monsieur Bonnefoy, from whom Francis would take the last name and estate of upon his death, gave Francis the education and stimulation Francis had always envied and wanted.
Nowadays, Francis Bonnefoy is considered to be something of an eccentric, uncontrollable anomaly in the elite French social circles. He flirts mercilessly with both genders, and some people are quite convinced that he is really a woman, making his correct gender a popular topic of gossip along with his age. Francis loves dueling and orchestrating general chaos to entertain himself, but he also adores the arts, especially dance and literary pursuits.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Thar be pirates, eh, Capt'n Jack Sparrow?
