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Name: Haley
Are you over 16?: Yes
Personal LJ: ussenterprise
Email: ozymandisauce (at) gmail (dot) com
Timezone: -8 GMT; Pacific Time
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Characters already in the game: None!
How did you find us?: Played here previously (briefly)/friends!
IC:
Character name: Francis Bonnefoy (France)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: The present (2009); as Axis Powers Hetalia is essentially history-based, unfortunately both the webcomic strips and anime episodes jump between different periods of time in history and don't necessarily follow one specific, streamed timeline.
Age: Appears 26; is the age of the nation of France. (Something around 1100 last time I did the math.)
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: Unfortunately nothing but his shameless nakedness, in which he will parade his (thankfully rose-obscured) junk around for the world to see and be subsequently horrified and blinded by. Francis sadly wields no weaponry to speak of either, though he will never be in short supply of roses that appear from hammerspace to both idle in his mouth and obscure his vital regions.
Appearance: Francis stands at an estimated 5'9" (175cm) with shoulder-length blond hair that is parted at the centre and blue eyes. He maintains a slight amount of facial hair at his chin that is also blond. He is seen most wearing a blue uniform with a capelet over his shoulders and red pants, with brown or black boots that cover about half the length of his legs.
Background/Personality:
Background:
Hetalia is unusual in that a character’s history is the generally-accepted history for that particular nation, while the character (as they differ somewhat from the actual nation at times) has their own somewhat developed canon stemming only from the strips and anime - both of which do not have a set timeline and jump around during different times in history. Because of this, Francis’ canon will skip large gaps of what could be considered “real time” history for the nation of France. While the strips and the anime do not go in a particular order, I will attempt to make notes of his canon history in the order of his life - from his younger days to his present day (which coincides with our own present day).
When we see France at his youngest is during the Chibitalia strips and anime, when Italy was only a child of a nation and many of the surrounding nations were fighting over wanting to take control of bits and pieces of him - after all, he was such a weak nation. While France joined in on the bullying of the young nation he was also protective of him - presumably because he wanted the land for himself. Holy Roman Empire, another young “nation”, grew incredibly fond of Italy and wanted him to join him in creating his empire; however, each time the Holy Roman Empire came near little Italy, he would end up at odds with France - who was interested in fighting him over who could have the land.
He is later seen in his slightly older days with a very young England. In these strips, France acts as the big brother figure for England, and though the two of them have difficulty getting along because England is so fussy and independent it is obvious that England holds a fondness for France. England wants to be like France in many ways; he finds the man’s fashion intriguing and goes to him for advice when he is young, as well as going as far as wanting to mimic the man’s lengthy hairstyle. Much to his dismay, however, his hair is not meant to be long and silky and French, and Francis ends up assisting him by cutting it back down to its original length.
Slightly older still and during the main canon setting (WWII), we see Francis in the anime, reflecting on his days of glory, when he was being lead by Napoleon; who it seems he trusted quite well. We also catch a glimpse of him discussing Joan of Arc, who England makes fun of for being female - which she finds unusual and questions Francis about. Francis, in his fit of former glory, justifies every bad thing that happened to him as a “trick by God” or any other form of God’s will. (It should be noted that while in the anime Francis is less promiscuous and makes mention of his nation’s religious ideals, this does not reflect his behavior in the strips as often).
Francis in the present day is as laid-back and promiscuous as ever, using most of his time to seek conquest of varying nation’s bodies or coming up with schemes to get nations naked. He is almost always at odds with England, though he does not take his fights with England as seriously as the British nation does. France seems more amused than anything by their bickering and is content to create antagonism toward himself to keep himself entertained. He is, after all, more interested in keeping himself amused than much of anything else.
Personality:
Francis is a very amorous character, in that many of the decisions he makes are based on love, lust or romantic notions of his prior glory as a nation. Even when he is seen wanting to take other nations for himself because he is interested in obtaining the land, it is almost always followed by a comment or reference to that nation’s appearance. While he can be serious at times, it is very rare, and like many of the other Hetalia characters, most (if not all) of Francis’ antics are comical. He is an extremely flirtatious character, as well as being a very emotional character; it is not unlike him to go into fits of dramatic tears when things or circumstances upset him. He is also depicted as being quite flamboyant. He has a deep love of all things beautiful -- be they men, women, fashion, or art, and he is not adverse to mocking other nations of whom he believes do not understand matters of beauty. He is shameless in his sexuality in that he will even attempt to prey on the more oblivious of the nations (he is, at one point, seen attempting to convince Italy that he should sleep with him in an off-hand way), or that he will help himself to divesting a nation of their clothing after a battle and surveying their body.
While Francis is motivated by both romance and sex, it could also be said that he is otherwise a very laid-back character. As the basis for the characterization of all of the nations in Axis Powers Hetalia is the stereotypes of that country, essentially, Francis is also very liberal-minded and laisser faire. While he enjoys the most cultured of activities (wine drinking, art, fashion, and the like) he could be said to be adverse to large quantities of work; instead preferring to go-with-the-flow and relax or do his own thing, really -- in direct contrast to his neighboring countries of Switzerland and Germany, both known for their strict work ethic. This is evidenced by his behavior toward England in the majority of their more recent arguments (recent being closer to our current timeline rather than the past) in which, while entertaining himself by upsetting the (arguably easily upset-able) England, he both disregards and amicably shrugs off the other nation's insults, even seeming amused by them at times. While it can appear that England is legitimately angry with him, it seems that France never takes it as seriously and only participates for his own amusement.
1st person sample: As most of you are surely aware, I, Francis Bonnefoy, am very up-and-coming with the things kids like these days. For example, I am very familiar with the Internet -- oh! I even have my own blog! Do not tell Gilbert that it receives more visitors than his blog. He would say it is only because it features pictures of less-than-clothed women, but hmph, he is only jealous that he does not know how to use the Internet to its full advantages, non?
Je m'écarte. I received an e-mail from dearest Amérique just a couple nights ago to a video on this most entertaining website, YouTube. Needless to say, I have amused myself for many an hour on this site these past couples of nights, and have stumbled upon a most promising series of videos.
Scantily-clad nations dancing to a most obnoxious soundtrack! I could not get enough. I do not recall making the video of myself doing this very thing, but that is no matter -- there are lots of things that surface on this Internet that I do not recall doing. Even some old videotapes in my own home of things I--ah, but, that is a story for another day, non? Arthur would get all sorts of flustered, and I do not need that on my doorstep tonight. I digress once more.
The most promising of these videos made itself known just a couple of hours ago. If I had learned anything from the series of titles of these videos, I knew exactly who I was to see featured in this video! Oh, my heart was fluttering with delight just thinking about it!~ That is, until I clicked it. I have never been so disheartened! Not in the last hundred years, au moins. I suppose that I cannot quite describe the level of my tristesse; instead I will share the video with all of you so that you, too, may experience the weight of my heartbreak.
Beyond this link lies my heart, shattered as it were.
Le monde est si cruel!
Forgive me while I seek time alone.
3rd person sample: It was with a heavy heart and a pleasantly wine-induced swagger that Francis Bonnefoy exited the bar, stopping just outside the door for a moment to compose himself before heading out into the night. Francis was not drunk -- no, not drunk, per se -- just tipsy, pleasant, agreeable. He knew well enough that if he were to continue prowling the nightlife for any lovely ladies or men he would most certainly need to be up to snuff. With a careful picking at the ruffled center of his loose-fitting white shirt with long fingers, Francis surveyed his current state with mild interest. He lifted a hand to ruffle through his waving hair, having fallen somewhat flatter from the stuffy heat of the bar but having been quite a work of art earlier, he assured himself mentally. Rubbing his hands down his thighs, Francis straightened out the developing wrinkles in his black dress pants as a smile perked up the corners of his mouth at his outfit. He was dressed quite simply for the sort of evening he had planned for himself, usually choosing outfits that were much more accentuating and flamboyant, to be frank. He supposed it was those last lingering words of England's that had tamed his dress code, though he would never admit to such a thing in front of the Englishman. 'You look like such a poofter sometimes,' he had said. Certainly it was not the first time Francis had been called such a thing, but the conviction with which England had spat at him was enough to shake his behavior for even a short period of time. Again, he would never say such a thing aloud in front of the man. It would only boost his already obnoxious and, frankly, undeserved amount of pride.
Pushing himself away from the wall he had been leaning upon with a quick kick of his leg, Francis began his long trek down the brightly-lit street. He was in one of the more.. amorous of districts of Paris, where he entertained himself sometimes when he found himself overcome with periods of inexplicable ennui. He supposed it was because of this that he had been so unsuccessful in the night's ventures. When he was feeling unusually bored, he found it difficult to produce the air of both confidence and sexuality that generally landed him his almost nightly bedpartners, and tonight was no exception to such a rule. Francis had sidled up alongside a young woman with soft features -- her lips were a natural pink, her hair and eyes a dark color that suggested she was not of French descent. This had struck Francis almost instantaneously and he was drawn to her as if it were the true driving force of his nature -- which, well, it was. He had used all of his tricks on the woman that night, though even he himself had to admit that they were not in his full spirit. Gentle brushes of his thigh against hers when she lifted her drink. Light touches of his fingers to hers when he spoke with faux-enthusiasm, in what he had mastered to seem like a subconcious movement but was actually thoroughly planned and placed. However, even throughout all of his planned and delicate flirting, she had politely declined his invitation by the end of her third drink. Sure, it was not unusual for a woman to decline Francis' temptations, but it struck him all the same.
Not wanting to seem like he had failed and too stubborn to quite acknowledge that he had lost his nightly game tonight, Francis waited around the bar idly nursing his own glasses of wine for a duration in mild excess of thirty minutes before taking his leave. He wanted to assure himself that it was not because of the woman's answering 'no' that he was moving on to further nightly pursuits but instead was making his own concious choice to continue his routine into the night. It had nothing to do with her or the way that he'd felt dismissed by her, surely. It had nothing to do with that lethargic feeling that he was not performing at his best, or the nagging, familiar English accent in the back of his mind that taunted him for being unable to perform at the very basic thing he was most good at. It was with just that thought of that haunting but sometimes adorable English voice (there were times when Francis could not help but harken it back to the days when England was just a wee thing) that made a genuine smile break like sunshine over Francis' lips. He knew almost instantly what would aid him in cheering himself up. It was not very late into the evening yet, and England was bound to have helped himself to a round or two to his own personal gin collection -- surely bordering on the more irritable behaviors he was so well-known for. With several quips already dancing on the tip of his tongue, Francis dug into his pocket and withdrew his cell phone. Punching in a familiar number and leaning back against the wall, Francis waited for that familiar voice -- the adrenaline already coursing through his veins.
Questions?: Nope! :D
Name: Haley
Are you over 16?: Yes
Personal LJ: ussenterprise
Email: ozymandisauce (at) gmail (dot) com
Timezone: -8 GMT; Pacific Time
Other contact: Aim: wings and lace MSN: agypsyribbon (at) gmail (dot) com
Characters already in the game: None!
How did you find us?: Played here previously (briefly)/friends!
IC:
Character name: Francis Bonnefoy (France)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: The present (2009); as Axis Powers Hetalia is essentially history-based, unfortunately both the webcomic strips and anime episodes jump between different periods of time in history and don't necessarily follow one specific, streamed timeline.
Age: Appears 26; is the age of the nation of France. (Something around 1100 last time I did the math.)
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: Unfortunately nothing but his shameless nakedness, in which he will parade his (thankfully rose-obscured) junk around for the world to see and be subsequently horrified and blinded by. Francis sadly wields no weaponry to speak of either, though he will never be in short supply of roses that appear from hammerspace to both idle in his mouth and obscure his vital regions.
Appearance: Francis stands at an estimated 5'9" (175cm) with shoulder-length blond hair that is parted at the centre and blue eyes. He maintains a slight amount of facial hair at his chin that is also blond. He is seen most wearing a blue uniform with a capelet over his shoulders and red pants, with brown or black boots that cover about half the length of his legs.
Background/Personality:
Background:
Hetalia is unusual in that a character’s history is the generally-accepted history for that particular nation, while the character (as they differ somewhat from the actual nation at times) has their own somewhat developed canon stemming only from the strips and anime - both of which do not have a set timeline and jump around during different times in history. Because of this, Francis’ canon will skip large gaps of what could be considered “real time” history for the nation of France. While the strips and the anime do not go in a particular order, I will attempt to make notes of his canon history in the order of his life - from his younger days to his present day (which coincides with our own present day).
When we see France at his youngest is during the Chibitalia strips and anime, when Italy was only a child of a nation and many of the surrounding nations were fighting over wanting to take control of bits and pieces of him - after all, he was such a weak nation. While France joined in on the bullying of the young nation he was also protective of him - presumably because he wanted the land for himself. Holy Roman Empire, another young “nation”, grew incredibly fond of Italy and wanted him to join him in creating his empire; however, each time the Holy Roman Empire came near little Italy, he would end up at odds with France - who was interested in fighting him over who could have the land.
He is later seen in his slightly older days with a very young England. In these strips, France acts as the big brother figure for England, and though the two of them have difficulty getting along because England is so fussy and independent it is obvious that England holds a fondness for France. England wants to be like France in many ways; he finds the man’s fashion intriguing and goes to him for advice when he is young, as well as going as far as wanting to mimic the man’s lengthy hairstyle. Much to his dismay, however, his hair is not meant to be long and silky and French, and Francis ends up assisting him by cutting it back down to its original length.
Slightly older still and during the main canon setting (WWII), we see Francis in the anime, reflecting on his days of glory, when he was being lead by Napoleon; who it seems he trusted quite well. We also catch a glimpse of him discussing Joan of Arc, who England makes fun of for being female - which she finds unusual and questions Francis about. Francis, in his fit of former glory, justifies every bad thing that happened to him as a “trick by God” or any other form of God’s will. (It should be noted that while in the anime Francis is less promiscuous and makes mention of his nation’s religious ideals, this does not reflect his behavior in the strips as often).
Francis in the present day is as laid-back and promiscuous as ever, using most of his time to seek conquest of varying nation’s bodies or coming up with schemes to get nations naked. He is almost always at odds with England, though he does not take his fights with England as seriously as the British nation does. France seems more amused than anything by their bickering and is content to create antagonism toward himself to keep himself entertained. He is, after all, more interested in keeping himself amused than much of anything else.
Personality:
Francis is a very amorous character, in that many of the decisions he makes are based on love, lust or romantic notions of his prior glory as a nation. Even when he is seen wanting to take other nations for himself because he is interested in obtaining the land, it is almost always followed by a comment or reference to that nation’s appearance. While he can be serious at times, it is very rare, and like many of the other Hetalia characters, most (if not all) of Francis’ antics are comical. He is an extremely flirtatious character, as well as being a very emotional character; it is not unlike him to go into fits of dramatic tears when things or circumstances upset him. He is also depicted as being quite flamboyant. He has a deep love of all things beautiful -- be they men, women, fashion, or art, and he is not adverse to mocking other nations of whom he believes do not understand matters of beauty. He is shameless in his sexuality in that he will even attempt to prey on the more oblivious of the nations (he is, at one point, seen attempting to convince Italy that he should sleep with him in an off-hand way), or that he will help himself to divesting a nation of their clothing after a battle and surveying their body.
While Francis is motivated by both romance and sex, it could also be said that he is otherwise a very laid-back character. As the basis for the characterization of all of the nations in Axis Powers Hetalia is the stereotypes of that country, essentially, Francis is also very liberal-minded and laisser faire. While he enjoys the most cultured of activities (wine drinking, art, fashion, and the like) he could be said to be adverse to large quantities of work; instead preferring to go-with-the-flow and relax or do his own thing, really -- in direct contrast to his neighboring countries of Switzerland and Germany, both known for their strict work ethic. This is evidenced by his behavior toward England in the majority of their more recent arguments (recent being closer to our current timeline rather than the past) in which, while entertaining himself by upsetting the (arguably easily upset-able) England, he both disregards and amicably shrugs off the other nation's insults, even seeming amused by them at times. While it can appear that England is legitimately angry with him, it seems that France never takes it as seriously and only participates for his own amusement.
1st person sample: As most of you are surely aware, I, Francis Bonnefoy, am very up-and-coming with the things kids like these days. For example, I am very familiar with the Internet -- oh! I even have my own blog! Do not tell Gilbert that it receives more visitors than his blog. He would say it is only because it features pictures of less-than-clothed women, but hmph, he is only jealous that he does not know how to use the Internet to its full advantages, non?
Je m'écarte. I received an e-mail from dearest Amérique just a couple nights ago to a video on this most entertaining website, YouTube. Needless to say, I have amused myself for many an hour on this site these past couples of nights, and have stumbled upon a most promising series of videos.
Scantily-clad nations dancing to a most obnoxious soundtrack! I could not get enough. I do not recall making the video of myself doing this very thing, but that is no matter -- there are lots of things that surface on this Internet that I do not recall doing. Even some old videotapes in my own home of things I--ah, but, that is a story for another day, non? Arthur would get all sorts of flustered, and I do not need that on my doorstep tonight. I digress once more.
The most promising of these videos made itself known just a couple of hours ago. If I had learned anything from the series of titles of these videos, I knew exactly who I was to see featured in this video! Oh, my heart was fluttering with delight just thinking about it!~ That is, until I clicked it. I have never been so disheartened! Not in the last hundred years, au moins. I suppose that I cannot quite describe the level of my tristesse; instead I will share the video with all of you so that you, too, may experience the weight of my heartbreak.
Beyond this link lies my heart, shattered as it were.
Le monde est si cruel!
Forgive me while I seek time alone.
3rd person sample: It was with a heavy heart and a pleasantly wine-induced swagger that Francis Bonnefoy exited the bar, stopping just outside the door for a moment to compose himself before heading out into the night. Francis was not drunk -- no, not drunk, per se -- just tipsy, pleasant, agreeable. He knew well enough that if he were to continue prowling the nightlife for any lovely ladies or men he would most certainly need to be up to snuff. With a careful picking at the ruffled center of his loose-fitting white shirt with long fingers, Francis surveyed his current state with mild interest. He lifted a hand to ruffle through his waving hair, having fallen somewhat flatter from the stuffy heat of the bar but having been quite a work of art earlier, he assured himself mentally. Rubbing his hands down his thighs, Francis straightened out the developing wrinkles in his black dress pants as a smile perked up the corners of his mouth at his outfit. He was dressed quite simply for the sort of evening he had planned for himself, usually choosing outfits that were much more accentuating and flamboyant, to be frank. He supposed it was those last lingering words of England's that had tamed his dress code, though he would never admit to such a thing in front of the Englishman. 'You look like such a poofter sometimes,' he had said. Certainly it was not the first time Francis had been called such a thing, but the conviction with which England had spat at him was enough to shake his behavior for even a short period of time. Again, he would never say such a thing aloud in front of the man. It would only boost his already obnoxious and, frankly, undeserved amount of pride.
Pushing himself away from the wall he had been leaning upon with a quick kick of his leg, Francis began his long trek down the brightly-lit street. He was in one of the more.. amorous of districts of Paris, where he entertained himself sometimes when he found himself overcome with periods of inexplicable ennui. He supposed it was because of this that he had been so unsuccessful in the night's ventures. When he was feeling unusually bored, he found it difficult to produce the air of both confidence and sexuality that generally landed him his almost nightly bedpartners, and tonight was no exception to such a rule. Francis had sidled up alongside a young woman with soft features -- her lips were a natural pink, her hair and eyes a dark color that suggested she was not of French descent. This had struck Francis almost instantaneously and he was drawn to her as if it were the true driving force of his nature -- which, well, it was. He had used all of his tricks on the woman that night, though even he himself had to admit that they were not in his full spirit. Gentle brushes of his thigh against hers when she lifted her drink. Light touches of his fingers to hers when he spoke with faux-enthusiasm, in what he had mastered to seem like a subconcious movement but was actually thoroughly planned and placed. However, even throughout all of his planned and delicate flirting, she had politely declined his invitation by the end of her third drink. Sure, it was not unusual for a woman to decline Francis' temptations, but it struck him all the same.
Not wanting to seem like he had failed and too stubborn to quite acknowledge that he had lost his nightly game tonight, Francis waited around the bar idly nursing his own glasses of wine for a duration in mild excess of thirty minutes before taking his leave. He wanted to assure himself that it was not because of the woman's answering 'no' that he was moving on to further nightly pursuits but instead was making his own concious choice to continue his routine into the night. It had nothing to do with her or the way that he'd felt dismissed by her, surely. It had nothing to do with that lethargic feeling that he was not performing at his best, or the nagging, familiar English accent in the back of his mind that taunted him for being unable to perform at the very basic thing he was most good at. It was with just that thought of that haunting but sometimes adorable English voice (there were times when Francis could not help but harken it back to the days when England was just a wee thing) that made a genuine smile break like sunshine over Francis' lips. He knew almost instantly what would aid him in cheering himself up. It was not very late into the evening yet, and England was bound to have helped himself to a round or two to his own personal gin collection -- surely bordering on the more irritable behaviors he was so well-known for. With several quips already dancing on the tip of his tongue, Francis dug into his pocket and withdrew his cell phone. Punching in a familiar number and leaning back against the wall, Francis waited for that familiar voice -- the adrenaline already coursing through his veins.
Questions?: Nope! :D