Post by Jenski on Dec 6, 2012 0:50:54 GMT -5
[/color] Francis Renaut Bonnefoy
FRANCIS*RENAUT
*BONNEFOY
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Nicknames:[/color] Frannie, Frenchie, Papa, Frere, Francy-pants, Frog
Gender:[/color] Male
Birthdate:[/color] July 14, 1986 (26)
Sexual Orientation:[/color] Pansexual
Occupation:[/color] Sous Chef and Food Server at Paris Hotel
Hair Color:[/color] Blond
Eye Color:[/color] Sapphire Blue
Skin Color:[/color] Fair
Description:[/color] At 5'9" and around 172 pounds, he has an appearance that can easily come off as feminine. Not that he minds, he puts exquisite care into each detail that shapes him. Fair skin is usually well moisturized, limbs lined with a dainty amount of blond bodily hair - since it is natural, it's nothing unattractive to him. His hair falls in wavy locks of gold when not up in a common ponytail or braid, parted neatly around deep blue eyes and doing well to hide a small birthmark on the back of his neck. His facial composure is feminine in its own, aside from the stubble that dabs along his jaw; an average height figure takes on a lean form, clad in the most flashy of colors and either posh or casual of designer fashions.
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Narcissism | He believes strongly in himself and is usually well kept with little self-conscience or insecurities. He holds himself to a most important role and will often consider himself superior to others, especially anything pertaining to his culture and his language. It isn't easy to break down those confident walls of his, for he is painfully persistent when it comes to the matter. He comes off as haughty in this sense, always thinking so highly of himself and passing off opposing thoughts with a flick of his wrist; though his emotions don't always hold up so strongly with the rest of him.
Charming | Leading an experienced life, he has a way with words and looks and knows just how and when to use them. He can meander his way out of tricky situations with a shower of charm and compliments, or so he believes, a method that never happens to fail him. He will resort to negative comments when such a necessity comes, though shameless flattery and a clever tongue is always his first priority. Sometimes it can be for tease, though blushing or not, he solely enjoys the chance to make others happy and feel better about themselves.
Determination | He's a headstrong character with an enormous ego and sense of pride, and therefore he doesn't give up easily on anything that head gets itself around. He puts plenty of thought and effort into things, making the best of ideas that come from his mind and making sure they are as presentable as they can be; especially in terms of impressing certain people.
Blades | While he isn't one for maiming or physically fighting, he does have experience with handling blades; especially in the skill of fencing. He is accurate in his use of rapiers and swords, even if they aren't of much use to him nowadays.
Culinary | Cooking is one of his stronger passions, considering he had begun mastering it at a younger age. Of course, he focuses on cooking every French delicacy out there and eagerly seeks learning new recipes. He isn't so fond of the food offered here in Vegas, therefore he enjoys cooking for himself just as much as others; and of course, why he chose the job he has.
Family | Francis has always been good with those who are younger than he, fond of caring for children and maintaining close relations with family. He shows utmost care and affection in their presence, and often has the habit of acting brotherly to those who aren't even related to him.[/ul][/b][/color]
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Additional Information:[/color] HERE
Roleplay Sample:[/color]
Any amount of time in which the restaurant didn't demand his presence for work, he spent for himself in leisure. But it wasn't always in mind what exactly to do. There was always the favored option of sauntering around the city, often with the intention of making himself as noticeable to others as he can, but that idea was put on hold. Francis leaned back against the wall of a random building, arms crossed over his chest and blue eyes idly watching the strangers in the street; how particularly unshady.
There was an outburst of noise heard in the distance and the alternating of two voices sounding equally unhappy at each other. He could have passed it off as just another usual fight coming from the nearby bar or possibly another argument from the apartment homes, but it still had his attention piqued, given he hadn't much else to do at the moment. A silence followed that was soon replenished by the various voices of those strolling up and down the street, all of them appearing generally content and the atmosphere calm; up until he noticed a rather irritated-looking brunette storm by. There was a tensity to him, an anger in the eyes he caught only a brief glimpse of, and of course the fact that a rock had now been kicked across the street. Francis arched an eyebrow and for a moment considered simply staying put and acting like he never even noticed the other man, but he couldn't possibly let someone's mood stay so foul like that.
He pulled himself away from the wall and began to follow the man, approaching him where the other people began to disperse and isolate from them. He uncrossed his arms and used one to gently tap the brunette's shoulder once he had caught up, half-expecting to receive a burst of bad temper in return but doing his best to keep himself smooth. "Excusez-moi.."
There was an outburst of noise heard in the distance and the alternating of two voices sounding equally unhappy at each other. He could have passed it off as just another usual fight coming from the nearby bar or possibly another argument from the apartment homes, but it still had his attention piqued, given he hadn't much else to do at the moment. A silence followed that was soon replenished by the various voices of those strolling up and down the street, all of them appearing generally content and the atmosphere calm; up until he noticed a rather irritated-looking brunette storm by. There was a tensity to him, an anger in the eyes he caught only a brief glimpse of, and of course the fact that a rock had now been kicked across the street. Francis arched an eyebrow and for a moment considered simply staying put and acting like he never even noticed the other man, but he couldn't possibly let someone's mood stay so foul like that.
He pulled himself away from the wall and began to follow the man, approaching him where the other people began to disperse and isolate from them. He uncrossed his arms and used one to gently tap the brunette's shoulder once he had caught up, half-expecting to receive a burst of bad temper in return but doing his best to keep himself smooth. "Excusez-moi.."
OOC Information
Name:[/color] Jen
Age:[/color] 16
RP Experience:[/color] 8 years (About 1 with France)
How‘d You Find Us?:[/color] I was told there'd be cake.
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