Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 2, 2011 10:25:17 GMT -5
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Country: France
Occupation: Fashion Designer. Being in the company for quite some years, Francis has earned enough experience to be team leader. Now he has the enjoyable role of telling other people how they should do their projects.
Personality:Francis is a very cheerful, narcissistic guy. There isn't a moment he doesn't like himself, and he believes that everyone must also think that. With great looks, his manly beard, his soft, wavy, shiny hair that anyone would want to touch, his sexy trained body, and his infallible taste for fashion, nobody could resist him, right?
And if somebody tried to resist him, it would even be more fun! As long as they're beautiful, Francis will try anything to make them his.
He loves his own language, and often throws in some french words in his phrases. It makes the conversation more beautiful, and lightens the stupid sounding english words.
Likes:◊ Beautiful people, he can't keep his hands of them.. If they like it or not.
◊ Wine, Francis is proud to call himself an expert in this area. Though he would gladly drink wine from anywhere, he prefers french wine the most.
◊ Being the center of attention, that's the way it's supposed to be like, right? Everyone should adore mister perfect~
◊ Being positive, why think negatively while being optimistic makes you feel so much better?
◊ Flowers, they are works of art... Especially red roses are magnefique.
◊ Cooking, Francis loves the taste of well cooked food, and is very perfectionistic when it comes to cooking himself. ◊ Smoking,he doesn't smoke that often, but he usually does this when he's stressed or wants to calm down.
Dislikes:◊ People who dislike things even when they don't really know what it is
◊ When people get in the way of him doing something
◊ English food
◊ Being ignored
History:
Francis grew up in France, in the heart of Paris. He's the only child of a rich couple, so he never had any troubles. He always got the toys he wanted, the food he wanted, the clothes he wanted, the gadgets he wanted, just anything. Because his mother was a model, he had seen a lot of fashionshows. This made him very interested in the fashion world, and he wanted to participate in this.
Once he finished school, he packed his stuff, kissed his parents and headed off to the United States. He started working there as freelance fashion designer, until he caught the eye of Heta-Design. They asked him to join them and he did.
Roleplay Sample:
Loud, rapid steps echoed through the streets of Lucerne as Francis made his way back to the resort. He stuck his hands deeper in the pockets of his coat and he could see the small, warm clouds he breathed out. Ah.. He really didn't expect the weather to get ever colder today, but it seemed like his earlier assumptions were wrong. Dead wrong.
Ah- How nice it would be to sit in front of the chimney, with a glass of red wine; and maybe a pretty person next to him to enjoy himself with. He smiled to himself, and wanted to quicken his walk when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Well that was something you didn't see every day. A girl who was eagerly kicking against a pile of snow. And a pretty girl, on top of that. Even though Francis couldn't see much of her because of the layers of clothes she was wearing, he could faintly guess what she looked like beneath it.
He chuckled and walked closer to the girl to hear what she was saying. She didn't sound very sober. But that wasn't a problem, maybe it would even be more fun this way.
"You hate it? Then what are you doing here in the midst of winter, ma chérie?"
Ah- How nice it would be to sit in front of the chimney, with a glass of red wine; and maybe a pretty person next to him to enjoy himself with. He smiled to himself, and wanted to quicken his walk when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Well that was something you didn't see every day. A girl who was eagerly kicking against a pile of snow. And a pretty girl, on top of that. Even though Francis couldn't see much of her because of the layers of clothes she was wearing, he could faintly guess what she looked like beneath it.
He chuckled and walked closer to the girl to hear what she was saying. She didn't sound very sober. But that wasn't a problem, maybe it would even be more fun this way.
"You hate it? Then what are you doing here in the midst of winter, ma chérie?"
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Manon
Timezone: GMT +1
Contact information: Msn: star-_-light@hotmail.com
Anything else?
*gives you roses* <3