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Character Application: France. For lolocracy . (To my ToK, no worries. You know I have a Rick-Roll in my sleeve for you~)
OOC;
name: Jackie
age: 23
experience: Oy. Um. OC Journal I started a long time ago: jsk75 ...and well, an app that's for France (country-wise) for an RP group not on LJ: Yep. Country.
e-mail: purplehix@yahoo.com
IC; nation: French Republic
name: Francis Bonnefoy
nickname(s): Fran, Frenchy, Casanova
age: 26
date of birth: 7.14.84
hometown: The outskirts of Paris herself.
occupation: Cook at a small cafe on Baroque. (Though he wishes to work for Vichy enough to have a heart attack.)
residence: He lives by himself in a small one-story home. He compromised with his clothing and lifestyle against his dwelling. Located 20 minutes from the cafe, he finds he quite enjoys the small house fine enough.
family: Mother (deceased) , father (left when he turned 14), and younger sister (went with Papa after their mom's death). first
impression: 'Gay or European?'
TEN (or er, 13) TRUE FACTS AND A SECRET.
1. Francis is a duck... well, in the sense that he lets things (insults, restraining orders, denial) slip off his back like water. All except for two things: his cooking and his finesse in bed. He doesn't take lightly to that, at all.
2. He would enjoy the nudist lifestyle if he didn't enjoy fashion so much. Good thing for living alone.
3. If he wasn't a cook (or waiter on occasion--it depends on if that annoying ass comes in late, or at all) he would work for a radio station. Giving relationship advice. After all, he has a 'smooth' voice - said the lady he called thatmighthavebeenaphonesexline - and experience in amour~
4. An extensive amount of romance novels; he has it. While it's a guilty pleasure, Francis does partake in reading dime store novels with the broad-chested heroes and beautiful heroines. He likes to imagine that he's the hero, of course, sweeping damsels off into the night. Or on a boat. Perhaps a horse. Really, it depends on the book he's reading at the time.
5. Francis isn't as stupid as the suave thing lets on, or even the fetish for cheap romance novels. He took up philosophy in his spare time. He's not nearly as ashamed to have guests see that on his bookshelf.
6. He's a cat person. He can't stand noisy, yipping dogs. He's too self-involved to take a dog out to the bathroom several times a day and well, he finds that cats are rather similar in demeanor to himself. They curl up when they want affection but only that, and really, Francis can admire that in a pet.
7. He wears glasses. Well, he wears glasses when he's reading. During the day he wears contacts. He doesn't believe he looks attractive with them on and has run in the opposite direction when 'dates' woke up in the morning to see the rare vision of a bespectacled Frenchy.
8. Francis has had long hair for years. He started to grow it around 13 when he fancied it would impress the girls. Instead he got confused for a girl on more than 1 ...20 occasions. He was grateful when he could start growing facial hair and develop more muscle tone.
9. As a child he was very active--he would play outside and build forts. Of course his female neighbors (young and mildly old -- pre-teen, that is) would accompany him. They thought he was rather flattering though, so really, it's no surprise that they were willing to feign distress in order for the Frenchm--boy to save them.
10. Being a social butterfly, Francis Bonnefoy has earned himself a reputation as being a bit of a playboy. He goes to all the parties and usually takes home a party favor or two to entertain for the evening. He has a decidedly loose lifestyle in regards to that though he IS safe. He likes to think that his goods are going to stick around on his person and function at that well into his golden years.
11. Loose lifestyle continues into smoking and drinking. Notoriously French, even when not in France, he drinks red wines (unchilled, thank you very much) and smokes Gauloises. Patriotic or snobbish? He just might be both.
12. He doesn't like it when people touch his hair (or his good clothing... work clothing is fine). In very few cases outside the bedroom will he let someone touch it, after all, he puts a lot of work into his appearance. Who knows where the random person's fingers have been? All of that ...mystery (said with a shudder) through his hair irks him. Plus, imagine all the chances of FRIZZ.
13. Believe it or not, Francis is a family man. His mother passed a few years ago and it killed him. His father, well, he wasn't a good role model and is probably to blame for his son's less than noble formidable life decisions. His younger sister decided to go with their father, oddly enough, after their mother's death. He used to show his bitter resentment a lot more than he does now... after all, there are things to do that don't involve moping.
14. (Secret?) Francis is lonely. Anyone with a psych degree and a notion could probably attribute his attention-seeking behavior as a means to hide said loneliness but he'd just smile that million-watt smirk and deny them whole-heartedly. He's good at covering it up, even to himself. After all, why would he want one person to spend the rest of his life with (that he would let wear his clothing, use his toothbrush in tight situations, sleep on, touch his hair--the scandal, anything) when he can sample everything (male, female, or the occasional lamp)? No, that's just...silly.
writing sample
Sometimes...well, sometimes Francis wanted to break out into song. Usually this occurred while on the way to work and was oddly reminiscent of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. While Francis enjoyed being a cook ("Chef, you rosbif!") at a small cafe and his small, well-decorated home, the Frenchman had always been dramatic. So, his relatively decent life was subject to fanciful fancies of far-away adventure and romance at pretty much every given moment. Right now was one of those moments.
The sun was shining on the horizon as he drove to work. He was in a delightful mood, having waved off his company (and what lovely company she ...and her boyfriend had been) before getting ready for his day, which in itself was an extensive process requiring his total concentration. Even if he'd only be in the kitchen for the next eight hours or so. Perhaps ten if they needed it. Digressing though, he was looking forward to his day at work, heart light and thermos of cafe latte sitting in the center console beside him. With caffeine and fresh conquests beneath his belt he could do no wrong.
...though he did mournfully look at the familiar "French Quarter" of sorts as he passed it by. Ah, well. As a song he heard the other day lamented (for him, no less), 'You can't always get what you want'.
OOC;
name: Jackie
age: 23
experience: Oy. Um. OC Journal I started a long time ago: jsk75 ...and well, an app that's for France (country-wise) for an RP group not on LJ: Yep. Country.
e-mail: purplehix@yahoo.com
IC; nation: French Republic
name: Francis Bonnefoy
nickname(s): Fran, Frenchy, Casanova
age: 26
date of birth: 7.14.84
hometown: The outskirts of Paris herself.
occupation: Cook at a small cafe on Baroque. (Though he wishes to work for Vichy enough to have a heart attack.)
residence: He lives by himself in a small one-story home. He compromised with his clothing and lifestyle against his dwelling. Located 20 minutes from the cafe, he finds he quite enjoys the small house fine enough.
family: Mother (deceased) , father (left when he turned 14), and younger sister (went with Papa after their mom's death). first
impression: 'Gay or European?'
TEN (or er, 13) TRUE FACTS AND A SECRET.
1. Francis is a duck... well, in the sense that he lets things (insults, restraining orders, denial) slip off his back like water. All except for two things: his cooking and his finesse in bed. He doesn't take lightly to that, at all.
2. He would enjoy the nudist lifestyle if he didn't enjoy fashion so much. Good thing for living alone.
3. If he wasn't a cook (or waiter on occasion--it depends on if that annoying ass comes in late, or at all) he would work for a radio station. Giving relationship advice. After all, he has a 'smooth' voice - said the lady he called thatmighthavebeenaphonesexline - and experience in amour~
4. An extensive amount of romance novels; he has it. While it's a guilty pleasure, Francis does partake in reading dime store novels with the broad-chested heroes and beautiful heroines. He likes to imagine that he's the hero, of course, sweeping damsels off into the night. Or on a boat. Perhaps a horse. Really, it depends on the book he's reading at the time.
5. Francis isn't as stupid as the suave thing lets on, or even the fetish for cheap romance novels. He took up philosophy in his spare time. He's not nearly as ashamed to have guests see that on his bookshelf.
6. He's a cat person. He can't stand noisy, yipping dogs. He's too self-involved to take a dog out to the bathroom several times a day and well, he finds that cats are rather similar in demeanor to himself. They curl up when they want affection but only that, and really, Francis can admire that in a pet.
7. He wears glasses. Well, he wears glasses when he's reading. During the day he wears contacts. He doesn't believe he looks attractive with them on and has run in the opposite direction when 'dates' woke up in the morning to see the rare vision of a bespectacled Frenchy.
8. Francis has had long hair for years. He started to grow it around 13 when he fancied it would impress the girls. Instead he got confused for a girl on more than 1 ...20 occasions. He was grateful when he could start growing facial hair and develop more muscle tone.
9. As a child he was very active--he would play outside and build forts. Of course his female neighbors (young and mildly old -- pre-teen, that is) would accompany him. They thought he was rather flattering though, so really, it's no surprise that they were willing to feign distress in order for the Frenchm--boy to save them.
10. Being a social butterfly, Francis Bonnefoy has earned himself a reputation as being a bit of a playboy. He goes to all the parties and usually takes home a party favor or two to entertain for the evening. He has a decidedly loose lifestyle in regards to that though he IS safe. He likes to think that his goods are going to stick around on his person and function at that well into his golden years.
11. Loose lifestyle continues into smoking and drinking. Notoriously French, even when not in France, he drinks red wines (unchilled, thank you very much) and smokes Gauloises. Patriotic or snobbish? He just might be both.
12. He doesn't like it when people touch his hair (or his good clothing... work clothing is fine). In very few cases outside the bedroom will he let someone touch it, after all, he puts a lot of work into his appearance. Who knows where the random person's fingers have been? All of that ...mystery (said with a shudder) through his hair irks him. Plus, imagine all the chances of FRIZZ.
13. Believe it or not, Francis is a family man. His mother passed a few years ago and it killed him. His father, well, he wasn't a good role model and is probably to blame for his son's less than noble formidable life decisions. His younger sister decided to go with their father, oddly enough, after their mother's death. He used to show his bitter resentment a lot more than he does now... after all, there are things to do that don't involve moping.
14. (Secret?) Francis is lonely. Anyone with a psych degree and a notion could probably attribute his attention-seeking behavior as a means to hide said loneliness but he'd just smile that million-watt smirk and deny them whole-heartedly. He's good at covering it up, even to himself. After all, why would he want one person to spend the rest of his life with (that he would let wear his clothing, use his toothbrush in tight situations, sleep on, touch his hair--the scandal, anything) when he can sample everything (male, female, or the occasional lamp)? No, that's just...silly.
writing sample
Sometimes...well, sometimes Francis wanted to break out into song. Usually this occurred while on the way to work and was oddly reminiscent of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. While Francis enjoyed being a cook ("Chef, you rosbif!") at a small cafe and his small, well-decorated home, the Frenchman had always been dramatic. So, his relatively decent life was subject to fanciful fancies of far-away adventure and romance at pretty much every given moment. Right now was one of those moments.
The sun was shining on the horizon as he drove to work. He was in a delightful mood, having waved off his company (and what lovely company she ...and her boyfriend had been) before getting ready for his day, which in itself was an extensive process requiring his total concentration. Even if he'd only be in the kitchen for the next eight hours or so. Perhaps ten if they needed it. Digressing though, he was looking forward to his day at work, heart light and thermos of cafe latte sitting in the center console beside him. With caffeine and fresh conquests beneath his belt he could do no wrong.
...though he did mournfully look at the familiar "French Quarter" of sorts as he passed it by. Ah, well. As a song he heard the other day lamented (for him, no less), 'You can't always get what you want'.