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P L A Y E R
☓ Name: Dessi
☓ Personal journal: queueing
☓ Age: 21
☓ Other characters in The Devils See: auspisticism & that_bowtie
☓ Email: Available on request.
☓ AIM/MSN/Yahoo! Messenger: MayorOfCantown (AIM)
C H A R A C T E R
☓ Name: Republic of France (Francis Bonnefoy)
☓ Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
☓ Reference:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France
http://hetalia.shoutwiki.com/wiki/France
☓ Canon point: Early July 2011
☓ Age: Physically: 26; Actual: 1,525 (if we go by the founding of the Frankish Empire)
☓ Personality:
France is a diverse and fascinating nation with a long and rich history. That's how I would start a paper on the history of the nation itself, but luckily you don't have to read that.
No, much more entertaining when not speaking in an academic context is the embodiment of the French nation, Francis Bonnefoy. He also might be a bit terrifying, given enough thought, but I digress.
At first glance, you're basically getting what you see. France is haughty, prideful, narcissistic and extremely vain--though these are softened (not lessened) by his affectionate demeanor. Don't bother glancing a second and third time because you will get the same each time. The thing about him is that he values himself much more than he probably ought to and this saturates his personality completely. French failure, most notably between the reign of Louis XIV up to the end of the 19th century, is seen by him as a series of jokes played on him by God. He takes the self doubt and awareness and stuffs it down underneath his proverbial subconscious rug. By this point in time, there's bitterness left over from the previous two centuries in particular, but as one of the oldest nations and ever the dandy, he takes it in stride. Dramatically, and with great hair.
France is also extremely passionate, and that is an enormous understatement. Anything beautiful will capture his eyes and heart and he will not let it go. That pride and selfishness that comes from being a nation is amplified with his... extensive appreciation... for the aesthetically pleasing. If he sees something (or someone) he wants, he will go after it with little or no hesitation at all. Personal space? No such thing. Extreme affection? The more the better. Male or female? Not a problem! Exploring the maze of heartfelt romance and, well, to put it bluntly, getting laid--he is shameless about these things. Expressing the beauty of art or one's naked body are synonymous for him, so be careful if you ever pay him a visit. He may likely be walking about naked. God forbid you stumble across him when he's had too much to drink.
With positive passion comes the negative side of it. That is to say that, yet again, his pride can be and is very blinding. This passion can also fuel France's over-dramatic nature, his self denial and his rivalries. He will inevitably make decisions based on his whims and emotions, even if he is not a brainless idiot--an assessed situation acted upon emotionally is most likely going to end up very badly. Think of graduating college with perfect marks. You spend ages looking your absolute best for a party and because you want to do something nice for yourself, you drink too much; the next thing you know, you're awake in a bathtub full of ice minus one kidney and oh guess what, your people have had enough of your monarchy and they just executed your former king. Not good.
When under duress, he may panic and make a terrible decision. In fact, that's very likely. He may also make a rash decision in the heat of the moment even if he, for all intents and purposes, believes it's the absolute only or best option for him to take. Doing what he must to survive even if the road is an unpleasant one to travel is not beneath him at all. Is he aware of world situations? Yes. Have especially unpleasant events made him bitter, as they would any other nation? Yes. But! Is he a master at navigating that one river in Egypt? Very yes, and it's not the denial itself but the way it manifests itself so selfishly and so flamboyantly that really adds so much particular flavor to his personality; how he sees the world and how he operates within it.
On the other side of the emotional coin, France's status as an older nation has given him a brotherly demeanor, or so he'd like to think. He envisions himself as a familial--brotherly or fatherly--figure to the other nations. Toward notable figures in history, such as Joan of Arc and his leaders, France holds great respect and affection. As much as he loves beauty, France considers loyalty dear to his heart as well.
Regarding the less appealing relationships in France's life, he can be incredibly stubborn. Centuries of fighting, leading and existing in such a pivotal area in Europe have solidified that part of him permanently. He isn't incapable of conducting himself diplomatically when absolutely necessary. It does help that he can and will sit back and evaluate, also when necessary. No longer the world power that he used to be, this is increasingly the case as the dawn of the 21st century continues to unfold. It's his passionate--if sometimes bitter and blind--tenacity, as well as his love for life, that keep him in a central role as a nation, even after so long on the world stage.
☓ Abilities: France is the physical embodiment of a nation. What does that mean? It means he's had a lot of experience in love, war, cooking--and a variety of other interests. It also means that whatever happens within the landmass, state and people of France will actually affect Francis' physical state (economic trouble = illness, war and/or dissent = pain or even injury).
Vanity and his insatiable pride notwithstanding, France is sadly not what he used to be regarding skills. Aside from his grandiose taste in... everything, the best you will get from him is a skilled sword fighter and the most amazing cooking. Beyond that, his prideful (though sometimes good natured and also sometimes horrifically sex-driven) manipulation, lack of tact and prerogative for self denial are his biggest skills to be spoken for on this little skill set of his. Well, unless you count being an impeccable lover.
Less hilarious but still important concerns physical injuries sustained aside from direct effects of events in the world at large. It's a weird and fine line, but suffice it to say that France's physical tolerance is higher than that of your typical human. Other than that, there's nothing particularly remarkable, physically speaking. He bleeds like everyone else, just ask England.
☓ Weaknesses: This is where things get sad. I mean good. ... No, they get pretty sad. France has an incredible weakness for aesthetic. Seriously. He will become enamored with anything of beauty, especially himself. If being obsessed with aesthetic, also being narcissistic and being almost 100% unwilling to admit self fault aren't weaknesses, then Napoleon Bonaparte's conquest of Europe didn't end in complete failure.
And we all know it did.
France's pride and almost insatiable lust keep him from admitting that his past mistakes and failures (of which there are many especially in the 19th & 20th centuries) are particularly of his own doing. He thinks he's awesome, prefers to pretend he isn't one of the oldest nations, and may or may not break down dramatically when under duress or while being called out on any particular subject of his denial.
Speaking of "insatiable lust"-- He is a pervert. There's no skipping around the subject. Needless to say, this can and will get him into trouble. If it moves and has aesthetic quality, he will be so very into it. Anything or anyone he finds attractive (and that is a broad spectrum, my friends) can and will be subject to this. You can imagine how this can lead to shooting him in the foot.
Let us also consider his dislike of computers. I'm really a sadist to bring him here because France doesn't seem to have many qualms with modern tech but oh, computers are an exception. He just doesn't like them. He will use one if he must, but it will be unpleasant and he does not have to like it. He really won't.
France will boast, and he will be pretentious about it. And he may or may not always be telling the truth.
☓ Strengths: France is old and has the history of--well, himself. The nation has enjoyed centuries of military, cultural and financial power on the European stage. This means centuries of experience in the realms of strategic tactics, art, combat, fashion, culinary arts, music, fashion, and--did we mention, fashion? Also wine and agricultural exports. Basically, France knows a lot of stuff. Are you familiar with modern, Western concepts of love and romance? Blame France for that. Courtly love during the medieval period and later popularized by the Victorian Era all stemmed from France being at the forefront of European culture, fashion and basically the cool way to do things. France was and continues to be international trendsetter, at least when it comes to things that aren't militaristic. He knows the ways of romance and his over-dramatic nature gives testament to that in spades.
There are upsides to France's pride. He generally handles himself as a dandy, with what he believes is class and taste. On rare occasions he will have tiny bits of tact and diplomacy, and he can be seen as charming if he isn't in an argument or putting shameless moves on someone else. His cooking is impeccable as is his taste, and fortunately he can be resourceful in dealings with others, even if it's tactless resourcefulness (that is a thing that exists). It may not always be ideal, but if someone knows how to survive and look good doing it, it would be him.
☓ Intranet post sample:
[It's difficult enough for him to do this, and for God's sake these contraptions are so outdated!
At last, however, France manages to access the text bit. The video would be simple enough but do you think he would allow any kind of broadcast while he's in this bedraggled state. Non! Certainly not.
You're all lucky the island translates or this would be a face full of French.]
Good afternoon!
Greetings to whomever may be the first to read this. I should hope that perhaps the one responsible for my drowning and washing up on this island may be that prompt reader, although I suppose anyone else would have to do. Assistance would be magnificent, if you please; and a glass of wine if you could spare any.
Respectfully,
République Française
[He pauses and, after a few seconds, includes an audio repeat in a very well-spoken, thick French accent which I will not be writing out, so let's pretend.]
☓ Log post sample:
Little Mattie's birthday had just occurred and America's was soon to come. A phone call for each would have to suffice, as well as well-wishes given to both young nations across thousands of miles.
... But for now, bed; alas, for sleep, not making love. It had been a turbulent decade to say the least, but really, he had weathered much worse and come through stronger!
--Yes, that was exactly what had happened, and no one could argue otherwise and be correct or justified in the slightest.
Those were the thoughts filling France's mind as the waves crashed around his boat and as he desperately tried to keep it from tipping over. The storm was horrific, and he took one last breath of air before the small vessel overturned on a wave and he was plunged face-first into the water wait what in God's name was going on?!
France thrashed his limbs, desperately attempting to stay at the surface. Sharp, briny air briefly stung his throat, but even he could not remain afloat. Another curling wave bore down on him and the swirling, unforgiving currents tugged him down into the blackness. There was no way he would have the strength to fight to the top again--he had breathed in the water in his attempts to struggle back and, after all, he was not as strong as he once was.
Not that this would be his dying thoughts--because at the moment, thinking wasn't a luxury in which Francis could indulge himself. His choking and writhing, reaching for the stormy surface all slowed as he began to lose consciousness.
Well, then. Wasn't this poetic?
It must be a dream. Yes, that's it! It was all some horrible nightmare, possibly inflicted by the unfortunate side-effects of stress!
Sadly, the crushing black depths had something else in mind as the nation personified blacked out entirely.
Oh God, there was sand in his hair.
Oh God.
Abruptly awake, France gasped and the hot, salty air seared his lungs. He rolled over in the burning sand and vomited seawater.
When he'd considered taking a brief vacation, this was definitely not what he'd had in mind.
☓ Name: Dessi
☓ Personal journal: queueing
☓ Age: 21
☓ Other characters in The Devils See: auspisticism & that_bowtie
☓ Email: Available on request.
☓ AIM/MSN/Yahoo! Messenger: MayorOfCantown (AIM)
C H A R A C T E R
☓ Name: Republic of France (Francis Bonnefoy)
☓ Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
☓ Reference:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France
http://hetalia.shoutwiki.com/wiki/France
☓ Canon point: Early July 2011
☓ Age: Physically: 26; Actual: 1,525 (if we go by the founding of the Frankish Empire)
☓ Personality:
France is a diverse and fascinating nation with a long and rich history. That's how I would start a paper on the history of the nation itself, but luckily you don't have to read that.
No, much more entertaining when not speaking in an academic context is the embodiment of the French nation, Francis Bonnefoy. He also might be a bit terrifying, given enough thought, but I digress.
At first glance, you're basically getting what you see. France is haughty, prideful, narcissistic and extremely vain--though these are softened (not lessened) by his affectionate demeanor. Don't bother glancing a second and third time because you will get the same each time. The thing about him is that he values himself much more than he probably ought to and this saturates his personality completely. French failure, most notably between the reign of Louis XIV up to the end of the 19th century, is seen by him as a series of jokes played on him by God. He takes the self doubt and awareness and stuffs it down underneath his proverbial subconscious rug. By this point in time, there's bitterness left over from the previous two centuries in particular, but as one of the oldest nations and ever the dandy, he takes it in stride. Dramatically, and with great hair.
France is also extremely passionate, and that is an enormous understatement. Anything beautiful will capture his eyes and heart and he will not let it go. That pride and selfishness that comes from being a nation is amplified with his... extensive appreciation... for the aesthetically pleasing. If he sees something (or someone) he wants, he will go after it with little or no hesitation at all. Personal space? No such thing. Extreme affection? The more the better. Male or female? Not a problem! Exploring the maze of heartfelt romance and, well, to put it bluntly, getting laid--he is shameless about these things. Expressing the beauty of art or one's naked body are synonymous for him, so be careful if you ever pay him a visit. He may likely be walking about naked. God forbid you stumble across him when he's had too much to drink.
With positive passion comes the negative side of it. That is to say that, yet again, his pride can be and is very blinding. This passion can also fuel France's over-dramatic nature, his self denial and his rivalries. He will inevitably make decisions based on his whims and emotions, even if he is not a brainless idiot--an assessed situation acted upon emotionally is most likely going to end up very badly. Think of graduating college with perfect marks. You spend ages looking your absolute best for a party and because you want to do something nice for yourself, you drink too much; the next thing you know, you're awake in a bathtub full of ice minus one kidney and oh guess what, your people have had enough of your monarchy and they just executed your former king. Not good.
When under duress, he may panic and make a terrible decision. In fact, that's very likely. He may also make a rash decision in the heat of the moment even if he, for all intents and purposes, believes it's the absolute only or best option for him to take. Doing what he must to survive even if the road is an unpleasant one to travel is not beneath him at all. Is he aware of world situations? Yes. Have especially unpleasant events made him bitter, as they would any other nation? Yes. But! Is he a master at navigating that one river in Egypt? Very yes, and it's not the denial itself but the way it manifests itself so selfishly and so flamboyantly that really adds so much particular flavor to his personality; how he sees the world and how he operates within it.
On the other side of the emotional coin, France's status as an older nation has given him a brotherly demeanor, or so he'd like to think. He envisions himself as a familial--brotherly or fatherly--figure to the other nations. Toward notable figures in history, such as Joan of Arc and his leaders, France holds great respect and affection. As much as he loves beauty, France considers loyalty dear to his heart as well.
Regarding the less appealing relationships in France's life, he can be incredibly stubborn. Centuries of fighting, leading and existing in such a pivotal area in Europe have solidified that part of him permanently. He isn't incapable of conducting himself diplomatically when absolutely necessary. It does help that he can and will sit back and evaluate, also when necessary. No longer the world power that he used to be, this is increasingly the case as the dawn of the 21st century continues to unfold. It's his passionate--if sometimes bitter and blind--tenacity, as well as his love for life, that keep him in a central role as a nation, even after so long on the world stage.
☓ Abilities: France is the physical embodiment of a nation. What does that mean? It means he's had a lot of experience in love, war, cooking--and a variety of other interests. It also means that whatever happens within the landmass, state and people of France will actually affect Francis' physical state (economic trouble = illness, war and/or dissent = pain or even injury).
Vanity and his insatiable pride notwithstanding, France is sadly not what he used to be regarding skills. Aside from his grandiose taste in... everything, the best you will get from him is a skilled sword fighter and the most amazing cooking. Beyond that, his prideful (though sometimes good natured and also sometimes horrifically sex-driven) manipulation, lack of tact and prerogative for self denial are his biggest skills to be spoken for on this little skill set of his. Well, unless you count being an impeccable lover.
Less hilarious but still important concerns physical injuries sustained aside from direct effects of events in the world at large. It's a weird and fine line, but suffice it to say that France's physical tolerance is higher than that of your typical human. Other than that, there's nothing particularly remarkable, physically speaking. He bleeds like everyone else, just ask England.
☓ Weaknesses: This is where things get sad. I mean good. ... No, they get pretty sad. France has an incredible weakness for aesthetic. Seriously. He will become enamored with anything of beauty, especially himself. If being obsessed with aesthetic, also being narcissistic and being almost 100% unwilling to admit self fault aren't weaknesses, then Napoleon Bonaparte's conquest of Europe didn't end in complete failure.
And we all know it did.
France's pride and almost insatiable lust keep him from admitting that his past mistakes and failures (of which there are many especially in the 19th & 20th centuries) are particularly of his own doing. He thinks he's awesome, prefers to pretend he isn't one of the oldest nations, and may or may not break down dramatically when under duress or while being called out on any particular subject of his denial.
Speaking of "insatiable lust"-- He is a pervert. There's no skipping around the subject. Needless to say, this can and will get him into trouble. If it moves and has aesthetic quality, he will be so very into it. Anything or anyone he finds attractive (and that is a broad spectrum, my friends) can and will be subject to this. You can imagine how this can lead to shooting him in the foot.
Let us also consider his dislike of computers. I'm really a sadist to bring him here because France doesn't seem to have many qualms with modern tech but oh, computers are an exception. He just doesn't like them. He will use one if he must, but it will be unpleasant and he does not have to like it. He really won't.
France will boast, and he will be pretentious about it. And he may or may not always be telling the truth.
☓ Strengths: France is old and has the history of--well, himself. The nation has enjoyed centuries of military, cultural and financial power on the European stage. This means centuries of experience in the realms of strategic tactics, art, combat, fashion, culinary arts, music, fashion, and--did we mention, fashion? Also wine and agricultural exports. Basically, France knows a lot of stuff. Are you familiar with modern, Western concepts of love and romance? Blame France for that. Courtly love during the medieval period and later popularized by the Victorian Era all stemmed from France being at the forefront of European culture, fashion and basically the cool way to do things. France was and continues to be international trendsetter, at least when it comes to things that aren't militaristic. He knows the ways of romance and his over-dramatic nature gives testament to that in spades.
There are upsides to France's pride. He generally handles himself as a dandy, with what he believes is class and taste. On rare occasions he will have tiny bits of tact and diplomacy, and he can be seen as charming if he isn't in an argument or putting shameless moves on someone else. His cooking is impeccable as is his taste, and fortunately he can be resourceful in dealings with others, even if it's tactless resourcefulness (that is a thing that exists). It may not always be ideal, but if someone knows how to survive and look good doing it, it would be him.
☓ Intranet post sample:
[It's difficult enough for him to do this, and for God's sake these contraptions are so outdated!
At last, however, France manages to access the text bit. The video would be simple enough but do you think he would allow any kind of broadcast while he's in this bedraggled state. Non! Certainly not.
You're all lucky the island translates or this would be a face full of French.]
Good afternoon!
Greetings to whomever may be the first to read this. I should hope that perhaps the one responsible for my drowning and washing up on this island may be that prompt reader, although I suppose anyone else would have to do. Assistance would be magnificent, if you please; and a glass of wine if you could spare any.
Respectfully,
République Française
- Francis Bonnefoy
[He pauses and, after a few seconds, includes an audio repeat in a very well-spoken, thick French accent which I will not be writing out, so let's pretend.]
☓ Log post sample:
Little Mattie's birthday had just occurred and America's was soon to come. A phone call for each would have to suffice, as well as well-wishes given to both young nations across thousands of miles.
... But for now, bed; alas, for sleep, not making love. It had been a turbulent decade to say the least, but really, he had weathered much worse and come through stronger!
--Yes, that was exactly what had happened, and no one could argue otherwise and be correct or justified in the slightest.
Those were the thoughts filling France's mind as the waves crashed around his boat and as he desperately tried to keep it from tipping over. The storm was horrific, and he took one last breath of air before the small vessel overturned on a wave and he was plunged face-first into the water wait what in God's name was going on?!
France thrashed his limbs, desperately attempting to stay at the surface. Sharp, briny air briefly stung his throat, but even he could not remain afloat. Another curling wave bore down on him and the swirling, unforgiving currents tugged him down into the blackness. There was no way he would have the strength to fight to the top again--he had breathed in the water in his attempts to struggle back and, after all, he was not as strong as he once was.
Not that this would be his dying thoughts--because at the moment, thinking wasn't a luxury in which Francis could indulge himself. His choking and writhing, reaching for the stormy surface all slowed as he began to lose consciousness.
Well, then. Wasn't this poetic?
It must be a dream. Yes, that's it! It was all some horrible nightmare, possibly inflicted by the unfortunate side-effects of stress!
Sadly, the crushing black depths had something else in mind as the nation personified blacked out entirely.
Oh God, there was sand in his hair.
Oh God.
Abruptly awake, France gasped and the hot, salty air seared his lungs. He rolled over in the burning sand and vomited seawater.
When he'd considered taking a brief vacation, this was definitely not what he'd had in mind.