Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Nov 21, 2010 0:26:23 GMT -5
Character Name:
François "Francis" Bonnefoy[/center]: player information :
Class: Knight
Job: N/A
Level: 1
Alliance: Chaos
[/color]Class: Knight
Job: N/A
Level: 1
Alliance: Chaos
PvP Kills: [/i] N/A
PvE Kills: N/A
Quests Complete: N/A
IC Post Count: 1 (?)
Ability/Spell List: Parfait-parfait- Sate the stomachs of teammates for one round. They're on their own after that. (endure a hit, even a crit; team effect; once per battle)
Inventory: "Borrowed" child's rapier, great-uncle-twice-removed's dented breastplate, lacy blous--shirt, fitted pants, scorched pendant
Why you picked your alliance: Known for his abundant charm and love of life, Francis has rarely ever been seen without a smile. Even now, as inner turmoil and regrets eat at the zest he had, he finds himself putting up a front. Whether he plans to run from his past or come to terms and begin anew in a new world is unknown to even him, but going back is not a choice.
: character information :
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Male[/b]
Sexual Preference: Pansexual. Francis believes beauty exists in a form not quite classified, though he seems fairly disinterested in finding a name for it as of late.
Personality: An optimistic, jovial man by nature, Francis doesn't mean any real harm though his tasteless teases and antics almost seem to suggest otherwise. At times, he may appear determined, but he'd much rather leave the dirty work to someone else when possible, this almost impish attitude thanks to his beauty. Though Francis is really a useless guy overall, he's never too busy to help out a friend and seems rather good at advising.
History: Living a fairly linear life, Francis found little to brag about other than his good looks, though even that got boring after the 20th or so suitor came rolling by. The one he did take an interest in though, a working girl, strong in every sense of the word and beyond quirky, was, at first, far from interested. Having to put in effort towards charming the girl, Francis could safely say once he had her, they'd never split, never expecting one trip out of town to prove him a liar. He wanted to give her everything, having returned to a grieving family, loose ends, and charred remains, he now only wishes it to end.
Brief Summary of their old world: Much like 17th century Earth, just cleaner, and with magic for more than just the English. No one seems to know why magic exists though.
RP Sample: "Il fait si beau dehors... ~" it's so beautiful outside, the Frenchman all but sung, finding himself leaning out of his bedroom window, an elbow planted against the windowsill as surely as sun hung high in the lightening sky. He'd awoken a good hour earlier than what he normally did, a fact that would be rather pleasant after an oddly heavy sleep, but not this morning. Even heavier thoughts circling out of the various corners of his mind they'd been banished to since their appearance, he felt both his mood and shoulders slump, yet his lips tugged upward and back into his trademark smile. Reaching for the window molding's handle, pulling it in to move with him, fluidly, as Francis turned towards the room, a sigh escaped his lips. Voice a tired mixture of uncertainty and almost worry, he broke away from the window, continuing towards the door, the wide, mockingly joyous smile never leaving his face, "but for how long..."[/center][/font][/size]
((... do I just paste it over the old one... ? |D;;;; sorry, imbalance of colour bugs me --male))
