Royaume de France [WIP]

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FRANCIS BONNEFOY



“Tremblez ennemis de la France
Rois ivres de sang et d'orgueil.
Le Peuple souverain s'avance,
Tyrans descendez au cercueil”

-Chant du Départ

I tried to paint you a picture; the colours were all wrong

Black and white didn't fit you, and all along

Country: Kingdom of France (Royaume de France)

Human name: Francis Bonnefoy

Apparent age: Originally 24, currently 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Although he is now an adult, Francis still has a rather gangly body figure from his teenage years, even after his body filled out with some muscle. He has allowed stubble to grow on his sharply-defined chin to add age to his young appearance. His face is framed by silky blonde hair that almost settles onto his shoulders. His cerulean eyes seem to shine when he laughs.

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And I believe that I could tear you apart

But if won't break anything that you are, you are

Strengths: What are they good at? Also give a little explanation, if you will.

Weaknesses: Everybody must have weaknesses, what are your character's?

Fears: What do they fear?

Personality:[subject to change while under the ‘wip’ banner]
Francis Bonnefoy is an interesting combination of idealistic and pessimistic. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in fellow nations’ ears, but he wouldn’t take it too personally when they stab him in the back. He wants passion from others, but they shouldn’t expect too much from him, as his passions are rarely personal. He lives for the sake of living in itself, to find meaning in an otherwise monotonous existence as a nation. He would tire of some of his aristocrats, some new play at the theatre, but never his carnal passions. They never let him down, even after a millennium. Thus, he became a connoisseur in one of his finer…pursuits.



He doesn’t see a long-term relationship for himself anytime soon, due to the nature of European politics and his own fickle affections. This is where he makes the distinction between humans and nations, something that he considers his never ending quandary. Francis would never make the mistake of falling for a human on the principles of nationhood (Jeanne came close. Too close for Francis’ comfort), but he can’t help but feel envy at their freedoms. Their freedom to make personal choices in life. Still, he's proud to be the nation of whom he believes to be the finest people on earth, and wouldn't have it any other way.


He’s an avid believer of destiny in the form of unavoidable confrontation or conflict and true love as unyielding desire at the most fundamental, irrational level. He’s not deluded by his fairytales, but finds truth in them. A jaded brand of truth,

FILL UP FILL UP FILL UP

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Every single day that I can breathe, you changed my philosophy

I'm never gonna let you pass me by

Family:

Rome: Francis sees him as a surrogate father of sorts, albeit one that invaded him a few times in his youth. Even if his relationship with the empire was strained at first, Rome gave Latin to him and his poor, mostly illiterate masses. It blended with the existing Celtic language, and remains as a source of pride for Francis to this day. Still, Francis manages to remember him fondly, despite his happiness he found in being free from Rome’s house.

Friends: As with European politics in general, his list of friends and enemies are pretty fluid. Still, some familiar faces still show up to his house on Sunday mornings for a cup of French coffee

Enemies:

England — their animosity is constant, even if their sex life isn’t. They’ll be quick to slap the ‘antagonist’ label on the other, but

History: What happened when they were throttled back in time? What was their history after 2010? Try include their thoughts, how they coped and what they intended to do now that they have a chance to start afresh.

HURRHURR

Moved to MS Word, will paste after the other parts are done


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RP Sample:

FIRE OF MOSCOW. NAPOLEONIC WARS.

WRITEWRITEWRITEWRITEWRITE

MAKE IT HEARTBREAKING. Or something.

sorry, bby

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We won't break; we won't die

It's just a moment of change

[ OOC ]

Name: Silver. I will answer to Rus, but I guess I’m Francis now. Frog is permissible to England only xDDDD

Age: Sophomore

Experience: Not that long, honestly. I’ve been through several boards with Russia


Contact:
[e-mail]

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Anything else?: Jens Bjorneboe

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We won't say our goodbyes

You know it's better that way

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