Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Nov 20, 2010 15:29:43 GMT -6
Two tribes.
Country: France
Human Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Alliances that break as easy as they are formed.
Appearance:
Francis leaves you quite a first imperssion. He's charming and always fashionably dressed fitting every situation. He cares a lot about his appearance and what other people think of him. He's quite popular due his looks.
He has blonde, long, wavy hair, which is tied up and bright blue eyes. He sometimes doesn't shave for days to get a stubbled chin, which makes him a little more charming and manly.
Personality:
Francis a kind and charming man. He's always kind towards everyone from the start. He's got a good reason for it. He thinks he can quite gain some things from it.He's a pretty optimistic man and can be caught smiling all the time.
He can appear quite arrogant and selfish, okay he is arrogant and selfish from time to time. It doesn't help that he's quite popular and gets a lot of compliments, so he gets an ego boost due this. He barely knows any shame and is quite a pervert.
He can be very manipulative. When someone doesn’t like him, he’ll make you like him. There’s no such thing as disliking Francis. He’s very kind towards everyone, except English people.
A prize only one person will win.
Strengths:
+ Optimistic
+ Charming
+ Kind
+ Cooking
+ Romanticist
Weaknesses:
- Fighting
- Arrogance
- Fear of being rejected
- Slow
Likes:
+ Cooking
+ Art
+ Fassion
+ Romance
+ Flowers, especially roses
+ Beautiful people and things
Dislikes:
- The English
- Being ignored
- Being rejected/ being left behind
- People who do things half-hearted
- People who don’t think before they do something
- When something is a mess, especially his hair
Do you have what it takes?
History:
Francis grew up in the capital of France: Paris. He's only child but he has loving parents. Maybe sometimes a bit too much loving because they gave Francis whatever he needed. So he's a bit spoiled. Okay he is spoiled.
He was very popular, no matter where he went. So often people went out with him. Francis loved the attention but he never loved the people themselve's. That was till a girl came around : Jeanne. She was a tomboy and interested in Francis.
She was stronger than him and often told him off. Though the two loved each other. She went to study abroad in America and Francis left everything behind for her. It sounds like a happily ever after from there on but it went wrong. She lost interest in Francis and dumped him harshly.
Left heartbroken in the streets of New york city with nothing, Francis experienced how it felt to be rejected. And he can tell you, it wasn't nice. He was the one who rejects people, not the other way around. Starting all over again in 2nd year of high school. It wasn't all that hard. He became popular again in no time. Though no one was there to really mend his heart.
He's often called useless and his friends sometimes joke around. Due this he signed up for this tv show to prove to the entire world that he's strong and just irresistable and make Jeanne regret for dumping him.
Audition:
Static.
"Err how does zis work exactly?" the camera is being turned upside down and Francis appears trying to get it to work while it's obviously recording. Someone on the other side finally tells him it's already on. "Quoi? A-ah okay. So I push zis button when I'm done? Ah d'accord."
Francis nodds and puts the camera back on the table. "Ah bonjour, lovely people~ The man of your dreams is here to fulfill those dirty fantasies and prevent you from lon- "
The screen turns black and apparently the battery died. Francis however just continues for another 10 minutes to talk about his body. "And did you know the French have bigger ones than anyone else in the world? Well if you vote fro moi to be in ze show, I would be sure to proof it is- wait- is that thing even on?" He walks to the camera to check. "A-ah merde! Cheap batteries from China dieu!" He runs off to get new ones.
Static...
"I supose we can cut things and stick them together non? Anyway like I was saying." He crosses his legs and waves to the camera. "Je suis, Francis Bonnefoy, as you can hear from my name and beautiful accent, I come from France, country de l'amour."
He puts some hair behind his ear and continues. "I've reached the beautiful age of 26 and I'm running my own restaurant. I can cook you anything."
He went with his hands through his hair. "The reason why I could win this game is because I've been watching it since it started airing so I know the trics. I'm pretty strong and great at cooking. "
He leans in towards the camera. "Besides, you don't want an ugly man to win zis game instead of moi? I would provide you a lot of service~ "
"Like what?" he grins. "Ah things like a zis~" He takes off his tie and starts to strip.
Static
Someone turns off the camera and murmers that it's not suited for an audition.
OOC Information
Name: Mathi
Time Zone: GMT + 1
Sample Post:
[Sample rp from castle in the sky]
Francis hopped down the streets of Paris. The sun had set, it was late but Francis was happy. Even though he hadn't managed to get someone to share the night with.
Humming silently, as he had reached his own house. He glanced back behind himself, admiring the view of Paris at night. The lights, the people rushing home, couples seeking for a place to share their love, friends going to a club. Francis sighed. He loved Paris. He loved to come here, home, after world meetings. The view never got old, it never bored him.
With a slight smile on his face he turned back to his door and opened it. Wait- hadn't he locked it? A grin appeared on his face. That means that someone must've been there. Or rather, was still in his house.
Pervert thoughts came up his mind, as usual. Taking of his coat and hanging it up, kicking off his shoes, making his way to the livingroom. "Ooh 'ave you wait for moi?" He purred softly, but no one was lying on the couch. Next place, he'd guessed the kitchen. Certain friends ofter raided his fridge. Pushing the door open. "Don't you dare to touch my, souflé you- oh..." no one was the either.
Francis smirked. Then there was probably a certain nation, in his bed, naked, desperately waiting for him. Russhing upstairs, making his way "Oh dieu- Angleterre, s'cuze, to 'ave made you wait, per'aps I can make it up to, you mon cher~ " he purred, before putting on the light. Dissapointed as he did. No naked, England covered in chocolate. Not zat he would ever do that just like that, but a man can have his dreams non?
He sighed and let himself fall down on his bed. So he was going to be alone tonight. Such a waste of his sexy, manly, body non? Then he suddenly noticed a new box on top of his porn dvd's. Francis raised an eyebrow and got up to inspect. "Hmn~ now what is zis~?" He asked himself wondering. Clearly not a porn movie, and not one of those 18-R dating sim games from Japan.
He studied the cover. Well it looked fun and he had time to waste anyway, non? And with that he decided to try playing it. Not even questioning who it had been or what this game was.
Did you read the rules?: America loves to eat my homemade food~
