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PLAYER INFO.
name: Kaena
age: 21
timezone: CST
journal or handle name: N/A
methods of contact: AIM: ScourgeoftheMist
characters you currently play: Nada
OPTIONAL i am apping my character from another game: Yes. I'm apping him from Ruby City.
CHARACTER INFO.
↪ basic.
character name: France / Francis Bonnefoy
character age: Uhhhhhh a couple centuries over 2,000 years. But he looks 23.
aging up?: Non
canon: Axis Powers: Hetalia
canon point: 2011
↪ depth.
history: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France Yes. I'm serious.
b>personality: France is, on the surface, very flamboyant and fun and loving. He likes to see himself as a true romantic, and a real gentleman; elegant, polite, social, and just a touch femenine, to be easily popular with both genders. A leisurly aristocrat. A sexual God. A sensual, loving man.
The rest of the world sees him as a goofy old pervert. Now, France will argue till the day he dies that he is not old; this doesn't stop the fact that he has back problems from being true.
Francis is caring, especially about family and friends, but he's also not exactly that great of a person. He's had a long and very horrible past, and he tends to suppress bad memories, smile, and move on due to those. In one of the comics, he had completely forgotten Jeanne D'Arc until someone mentioned her to him. This doesn't mean he doesn't care about his past or the people in it, he just doesn't want to hurt so much. He's a very emotional nation.
France will hide his sadness, however. When someone displeases him, he'll make snide, below the belt comments or be rude. But when someone brings up a sad subject, he'll try to hide it with laughter or smile. Francis is the type that gives too much of himself and rarely takes back. Without letting people know this, of course. He is a romantic, but these days he's no idealist. He dreams, but he rarely hopes. He sleeps with tons of people to distract himself from things past, but he never wants to fall. That doesn't mean he hasn't - he's got a 'thing' for both England and his brother, Scotland, but neither case seemed to work out for him. Yeeeees, beneath all of that bickering and claiming to hate him, France is actually very fond of the United Kingdom. It's a bit of a love/hate relationship, but it's there.
Sex is a pretty big part of him, however. It comes right after talking, and flirting, and romancing. He dates, but he does not commit. He's open to sleeping with women, or men who do not act like England. He's the one who made it clear to Hetalia fans that relationships between 'related' nations weren't so deplorable - he did try to seduce little Northern Italy once. Granted, sometimes he's kind of a pedophile, and he's always a pervert. Especially so when he's hanging out with Spain and Prussia, and they become the Bad Friends (Or Bad Touch) Trio.
Francis is a social butterfly, and very egotistical, and proud. He's pretty much in denial about negative things aboout him. Whenever he lost a war or a battle (and damn, did he ever lose them-) he said that God must have been taking a day off or playing some kind of prank on him. He's very keen and particular (PRISSY) about his appearance - if lust is not his sin, vanity most certainly is. He's talented - loves cooking, sketching, and sewing.
Most importantly, Francis appreciates and respects beautiful things. This is both very good and very bad. In a good sense, it explains a bit of his open nature. He loves flowers and gardening, and beautiful, romantic landscapes. He'll wake up early to see the sunrise and enjoy life. And he most certainly loves pretty people. However, not so pretty people aren't likely to get as much attention from him, whether the ugliness be inside or out. And he likes to surround himself with lovely antiques (Italy, you're never getting the Mona Lisa back). He also doesn't like doing actual work. He's pretty lazy, and will sneak out of doing horrible dreaded paperwork as often as possible.
abilities: Ability to become nude within the span of thirty seconds, depending on how many layers he's wearing.
Awesome Chef
Expert Lover
Prankster Extraordinaire
weaknesses: Commitment. Being honest about his emotions. He gives too much of himself, spreads himself too thin - he's a pleaser, and he takes, too, but not when it matters. He doesn't like to admit his faults, and he like to distract himself when bad things happen, unhealthily.
other information: Some background info from when France was in Ruby City will go here. He has been through all kinds of dramatic horrors thanks to the city. There was a Valentine's event that forced him to fall in love with Canada; there was a Kingdom Hearts event, in which he became a Heartless. He lost all of his emotions, but when the event ended they were forcefully given back to him, and it hurt, and only reminded him why he suppressed his past. Then there was the Fear event, and Jeanne D'Arc was in Ruby City at the time. Francis was forced to see the past he'd abandoned, and when he went off to try to escape it, he hallucinated that he was in a ring of guillotines, and all the friends he'd made in the city were decapitated before him. After that, he was drug into a mirror world, and his face had become grotesque, and scarred (Phantom of the Opera). After that was over, he found out that the fear!version of England had taken Jeanne's virginity. Not much longer after, she left the city. Muuuuch much later, he was in a relationship with Scotland, but due to not being on the same page, he and Scotland were in a fight and Scotland left him. Francis was devastated, moreso than he had been back when the only thing making him upset were the city's events, because now he had to face them. He'd been making better friends with England, but that brought Scotland further away from him. I'm taking Francis from that point, before Gilbert made him confident that he could win Scotland back.
↪ samples.
first person sample: [Video Post via laptop]
[France can be seen moving away from the laptop, just sitting back on his bed after having turned the video feed on. He looked like perhaps he'd primped a bit for this video; at least, if nothing else, his hair was flawless. He wore a smile on his lips that, upon closer inspection, didn't really reach his eyes. It was downright plastic, painted on. Just his usual mask, a lie to tell everyone he was undisturbed and that all was well.]
Now; and I do so hate ze concept of moving like zis. Eet's a big pain een ze ass. I'm sure anyone listening will agree...
[His attention turned away from the camera and towards the fingernails of his left hand. He tugged a nail file out of his shirt pocket and began picking the dirt out from under them, pretending to preoccupy himself; this video post wasn't that big of a deal.]
...I deedn't even get to say goodbye to my roommate, or my brozzers, or my best friend, or fix zings wis ze man I...loved. Which I zink eez okay now; he had jealousy and self-hate issues. So~
[Blue eyes glanced up at the camera. Smile, Francis~]
I was wondering if perhaps...anybody else who was taken to Ruby City might be een whatever new hellhole I've been drug eento. Zat was all, curiosity, you know. Au revoir~
[/end feed]
third person sample: Hell...he was...
Was this where everyone from Ruby City ended up? Non, non, it couldn't be...! Jeanne, his Jeanne was one of those people... Deprived of her virginity before...oh, God.
Francis had shut the laptop off before his mind started racing and his composure was knocked away like his breath had been only...a week ago...on St. Valentine's...
And now he was in Hell. He wasn't certain what happened to nations after they- but, he couldn't be dead! People had left and come back, and said that time stopped back home! Was it not so? Could it all have been fabrications of the city...? And what about this? Though, their captors had never pulled anything this elaborate before. On his way into- ...the new city, he'd seen so many unfamiliar faces. This couldn't be Ruby City. They wouldn't just invent a new world for him - Francis wasn't so egotistical to think that they'd build a world special for him.
So this...so he really was in Hell. He supposed that if he were human, this would have been where he ended up anyway. Francis stared ahead blankly, at the wall, at the edge of the bed, at the laptop. First Barclay, and now this... He cast his gaze to the ceiling, his eyes pleading for a God he wasn't sure was really listening anymore, especially not to him. He knew it was too late to ask for forgiveness...that was why he was here, wasn't it? He'd tried to be a Catholic once, and he still believed, but he'd never so strictly followed the practice. What good was it to take all the fun out of life when your life had been shit to begin with? He had never seen the logic of it. There had just been too many wonderful things on the other side... Distraction from his political life, romance and fantasy, Gilbert and Antonio...
...
He decided that in order to prevent a mental and emotional overload, he would need to sleep. He slid the laptop down onto the floor, and pulled the covers up over himself. Hell or not...he couldn't run by smiling here, he knew that. And so he slept, facing whatever nightmares he was certain he'd have.
name: Kaena
age: 21
timezone: CST
journal or handle name: N/A
methods of contact: AIM: ScourgeoftheMist
characters you currently play: Nada
OPTIONAL i am apping my character from another game: Yes. I'm apping him from Ruby City.
CHARACTER INFO.
↪ basic.
character name: France / Francis Bonnefoy
character age: Uhhhhhh a couple centuries over 2,000 years. But he looks 23.
aging up?: Non
canon: Axis Powers: Hetalia
canon point: 2011
↪ depth.
history: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France Yes. I'm serious.
b>personality: France is, on the surface, very flamboyant and fun and loving. He likes to see himself as a true romantic, and a real gentleman; elegant, polite, social, and just a touch femenine, to be easily popular with both genders. A leisurly aristocrat. A sexual God. A sensual, loving man.
The rest of the world sees him as a goofy old pervert. Now, France will argue till the day he dies that he is not old; this doesn't stop the fact that he has back problems from being true.
Francis is caring, especially about family and friends, but he's also not exactly that great of a person. He's had a long and very horrible past, and he tends to suppress bad memories, smile, and move on due to those. In one of the comics, he had completely forgotten Jeanne D'Arc until someone mentioned her to him. This doesn't mean he doesn't care about his past or the people in it, he just doesn't want to hurt so much. He's a very emotional nation.
France will hide his sadness, however. When someone displeases him, he'll make snide, below the belt comments or be rude. But when someone brings up a sad subject, he'll try to hide it with laughter or smile. Francis is the type that gives too much of himself and rarely takes back. Without letting people know this, of course. He is a romantic, but these days he's no idealist. He dreams, but he rarely hopes. He sleeps with tons of people to distract himself from things past, but he never wants to fall. That doesn't mean he hasn't - he's got a 'thing' for both England and his brother, Scotland, but neither case seemed to work out for him. Yeeeees, beneath all of that bickering and claiming to hate him, France is actually very fond of the United Kingdom. It's a bit of a love/hate relationship, but it's there.
Sex is a pretty big part of him, however. It comes right after talking, and flirting, and romancing. He dates, but he does not commit. He's open to sleeping with women, or men who do not act like England. He's the one who made it clear to Hetalia fans that relationships between 'related' nations weren't so deplorable - he did try to seduce little Northern Italy once. Granted, sometimes he's kind of a pedophile, and he's always a pervert. Especially so when he's hanging out with Spain and Prussia, and they become the Bad Friends (Or Bad Touch) Trio.
Francis is a social butterfly, and very egotistical, and proud. He's pretty much in denial about negative things aboout him. Whenever he lost a war or a battle (and damn, did he ever lose them-) he said that God must have been taking a day off or playing some kind of prank on him. He's very keen and particular (PRISSY) about his appearance - if lust is not his sin, vanity most certainly is. He's talented - loves cooking, sketching, and sewing.
Most importantly, Francis appreciates and respects beautiful things. This is both very good and very bad. In a good sense, it explains a bit of his open nature. He loves flowers and gardening, and beautiful, romantic landscapes. He'll wake up early to see the sunrise and enjoy life. And he most certainly loves pretty people. However, not so pretty people aren't likely to get as much attention from him, whether the ugliness be inside or out. And he likes to surround himself with lovely antiques (Italy, you're never getting the Mona Lisa back). He also doesn't like doing actual work. He's pretty lazy, and will sneak out of doing horrible dreaded paperwork as often as possible.
abilities: Ability to become nude within the span of thirty seconds, depending on how many layers he's wearing.
Awesome Chef
Expert Lover
Prankster Extraordinaire
weaknesses: Commitment. Being honest about his emotions. He gives too much of himself, spreads himself too thin - he's a pleaser, and he takes, too, but not when it matters. He doesn't like to admit his faults, and he like to distract himself when bad things happen, unhealthily.
other information: Some background info from when France was in Ruby City will go here. He has been through all kinds of dramatic horrors thanks to the city. There was a Valentine's event that forced him to fall in love with Canada; there was a Kingdom Hearts event, in which he became a Heartless. He lost all of his emotions, but when the event ended they were forcefully given back to him, and it hurt, and only reminded him why he suppressed his past. Then there was the Fear event, and Jeanne D'Arc was in Ruby City at the time. Francis was forced to see the past he'd abandoned, and when he went off to try to escape it, he hallucinated that he was in a ring of guillotines, and all the friends he'd made in the city were decapitated before him. After that, he was drug into a mirror world, and his face had become grotesque, and scarred (Phantom of the Opera). After that was over, he found out that the fear!version of England had taken Jeanne's virginity. Not much longer after, she left the city. Muuuuch much later, he was in a relationship with Scotland, but due to not being on the same page, he and Scotland were in a fight and Scotland left him. Francis was devastated, moreso than he had been back when the only thing making him upset were the city's events, because now he had to face them. He'd been making better friends with England, but that brought Scotland further away from him. I'm taking Francis from that point, before Gilbert made him confident that he could win Scotland back.
↪ samples.
first person sample: [Video Post via laptop]
[France can be seen moving away from the laptop, just sitting back on his bed after having turned the video feed on. He looked like perhaps he'd primped a bit for this video; at least, if nothing else, his hair was flawless. He wore a smile on his lips that, upon closer inspection, didn't really reach his eyes. It was downright plastic, painted on. Just his usual mask, a lie to tell everyone he was undisturbed and that all was well.]
Now; and I do so hate ze concept of moving like zis. Eet's a big pain een ze ass. I'm sure anyone listening will agree...
[His attention turned away from the camera and towards the fingernails of his left hand. He tugged a nail file out of his shirt pocket and began picking the dirt out from under them, pretending to preoccupy himself; this video post wasn't that big of a deal.]
...I deedn't even get to say goodbye to my roommate, or my brozzers, or my best friend, or fix zings wis ze man I...loved. Which I zink eez okay now; he had jealousy and self-hate issues. So~
[Blue eyes glanced up at the camera. Smile, Francis~]
I was wondering if perhaps...anybody else who was taken to Ruby City might be een whatever new hellhole I've been drug eento. Zat was all, curiosity, you know. Au revoir~
[/end feed]
third person sample: Hell...he was...
Was this where everyone from Ruby City ended up? Non, non, it couldn't be...! Jeanne, his Jeanne was one of those people... Deprived of her virginity before...oh, God.
Francis had shut the laptop off before his mind started racing and his composure was knocked away like his breath had been only...a week ago...on St. Valentine's...
And now he was in Hell. He wasn't certain what happened to nations after they- but, he couldn't be dead! People had left and come back, and said that time stopped back home! Was it not so? Could it all have been fabrications of the city...? And what about this? Though, their captors had never pulled anything this elaborate before. On his way into- ...the new city, he'd seen so many unfamiliar faces. This couldn't be Ruby City. They wouldn't just invent a new world for him - Francis wasn't so egotistical to think that they'd build a world special for him.
So this...so he really was in Hell. He supposed that if he were human, this would have been where he ended up anyway. Francis stared ahead blankly, at the wall, at the edge of the bed, at the laptop. First Barclay, and now this... He cast his gaze to the ceiling, his eyes pleading for a God he wasn't sure was really listening anymore, especially not to him. He knew it was too late to ask for forgiveness...that was why he was here, wasn't it? He'd tried to be a Catholic once, and he still believed, but he'd never so strictly followed the practice. What good was it to take all the fun out of life when your life had been shit to begin with? He had never seen the logic of it. There had just been too many wonderful things on the other side... Distraction from his political life, romance and fantasy, Gilbert and Antonio...
...
He decided that in order to prevent a mental and emotional overload, he would need to sleep. He slid the laptop down onto the floor, and pulled the covers up over himself. Hell or not...he couldn't run by smiling here, he knew that. And so he slept, facing whatever nightmares he was certain he'd have.
