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Name: Linda
LJ: superfluously
E-Mail: lunapen@hotmail.com
IM: Pb2Ag
Characters played at Discedo: Teutonic Order (teutons)
Character's Name: France
Series: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Timeline: 1969
Canon Resource Link: http://hetalia.wikia.com/wiki/Francis_Bonnefoy
Personality:
While France has the appearance of a 26 year old man, he has, in fact, been around since Charlemagne united the Frankish domains in the late 700s, which was the formation of an early-kingdom. He is very experienced in the ways of war, love, politics, and deceit; unfortunately, that experience often fails to translate over into actual skill. While he can appear calm and aloof to strangers, it’s easy for him to fall into a much more petty, immature attitude, especially when it concerns England.
France is prideful. To the point of where he refuses to speak English without a steady flow of Frenchisms (if it’s to England, the French count increases at an exponential rate). And often times, this pride can be his downfall. As seen through King Louis XIV’s extensive foreign policy and Napoleon’s hegemony, France can carry things a little too far. Of course he doesn’t acknowledge that his belief in French superiority leads to many mistakes; in fact, he claims that his expansionist failures are due to God merely ‘playing a little trick,’ or some other outside force. Never a fault of his own.
France loves beauty. Landscapes, plants, animals, men, women-he’s not picky. And he will openly express his love for this beauty (read: he’s a perv). While his roots are in Catholicism, France is never modest. He tends to strip excessively and unfortunately for your eyes enjoys wandering around naked. A lot. And, if he happens to have a little too much wine (wine is a booming industry in France, you know), he likes to have company in his freedom.
However, when it comes to England, France is willing to get down and dirty. After over 900 years of war with a single individual, things can get pretty petty. For example, the two often fight over whose culture is more obscene, with France citing countless political scandals of the English government. Furthermore, France and England have been known, on occasion, to break out into all-out brawls in the middle of world meetings. Nevertheless, France and England are close politically, mainly because of their long history as rivals, and the two can work together (with lots of bickering involved). But those alliances never last long.
What your character can offer:
France has the ‘magical’ ability of appearing incredibly sexy at all times (except when he has his sketchball face on). Also, he tends to pull roses out of God-knows where.
Seriously, though, he doesn’t have many talents. All his glory days are in the past, so the only physical thing sustaining his ego are his (in)famous culture and intricate culinary skills. He likes to pretend he’s a powerful nation, though. And tends to sell anything to everyone, including weapons to his enemies. Way to go, Franch.
Hetalia-wise, but not applicable to Discedo, is the fact that, yes, France is the personification of the country of France. Whatever the nation undergoes, so does he. For example, it’s often shown that when a nation has financial problems (like after Louis XIV’s costly wars or WWI and WWII), the personification becomes ill. Or, when revolutions/rebellions are occurring, a nation feels pain from the discontent in society.
What items will they be bringing with them? Absolutely nothing. Besides his clothing, of course (you’re lucky).
Third-Person Sample:
He wakes with a throbbing at the back of his head. This is nothing unusual-France is the type to party hard, accepting the aftermath as the cost for his fun. What is unusual is the fact that 1) there is/are no warm body/bodies next to him, 2) there are no silk covers or down pillows, 3) he was wearing clothing (alcohol = insta-strip).
So, oh so cautiously, he opens his eyes. Gasps. And closes them again.
Let’s try that again.
He opens his eyes. Gasps once more. Blinks a few times. Rubs a little at his eyes (but not too much, since that can cause wrinkles).
“M-Mon Dieu.” It was the most pathetic sound ever uttered in the history of everything ever.
Fear bubbled in his chest as he viewed the destruction around him, while a plethora of suggestions edged at his mind. Had Russia attacked? Had America attacked (it was no secret that de Gaulle pissed him off)? Had England attacked that filthy, untrustworthy, hypocritical bastard he had attacked didn’t he because who the hell else would it was Mers-el-Kébi all over again England can’t be trusted--
He got to his feet, shakily standing. A quick pat-down revealed no hidden Union Jacks-- or any other flag for that matter. In fact, oddly enough, that pat-down revealed nothing. No burns, scars, cuts, rivers of blood. Nothing that one would expect with such devastation.
Time for a secondary pat-down if you know what I mean oh honhonhonhonhon--
Same conclusion. Which could mean only one thing:
These weren’t his lands (which was obvious of course because even if his lands were destroyed, they’d be a lot more poignant about it). Which made Franch sigh (elegantly) in relief.
However, that relief posed another, more pressing question: whose lands were they?
First-Person Sample:
Bonjour! Is there anyone ‘ome? Where is l’owner of this decrepit mess of an ‘ome?
[ pause, pause. A little less sure of himself: ]
‘ello? ‘ello?
[ pause, pause, let’s try some outrage. ]
L'Allemagne, if this is your ‘ome, you ought to be disgraced! You ‘ave ‘ad plenty of time to recover after ’45, et kidnapping moi will solve none of your problems!
You are ignoring me, non? It is très terrible of an ‘ost to leave a guest without food! Or at least a good wine!