Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:57:53 GMT -5
`FRANCUS AMADOUR BONNEFOY!
`I DO MY BEST, TO FIND SOME KIND OF GLOW!
NICKNAMES Franny.
AGE 18
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY French
TEACHER OR STUDENTStudent
GRADE 7th year
SPECIAL ABILITY(s)
Color Manipulation: Francis is able to change the colors of things' appearances. For example, if he finds a shirt an "ugly" color, he may change the color by physically touching it to something he finds more fitting and "beautiful". If he's not in contact with the item he wishes to change, he's not able to change the color. If the object is larger, it's more difficult to change and requires more concentration and focus. Patterns are much more difficult, and it all depends on whether he can accurately imagine it to change it.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?
Francis discovered his ability when he was relatively young, approximately around the age of five or six. As a child, like many others, he had a widespread imagination. He found himself distasteful of his mother's curtains; they were a very disgusting shade of green. He thought a darker red would be much nicer, and it would match their wallpaper and carpets better than that so-called "color" of curtain.
He had touched it, frowning. He imagined it the darker hue of red, and he blinked -- suddenly, the piece of cloth that he was holding was no longer green. It had been the red he was picturing in his mind. It had been strange; and when his mother returned from cleaning the upstairs, she could only stare. That wasn't possible, not by any normal standards -- and it was obvious that her husband, who was still at work, and clearly not done this.
As the years went on, Francis often used his ability to change colors of many items -- including clothing, furniture, and even people's hair -- depending on what he saw fit. It was easy to change them, and if he didn't like it, it was easy to change it to another color and then change it back if need be. Not a particularly active ability, but still one Francis enjoyed nonetheless.
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`I'M GIVIN' IT SOME HEART AND SOUL, NOW,
✔ romance ;; Francis adores all aspects of romance and is a romantic among romantics. The countless stories throughout humanity's existence of love are always beautiful, built upon romanticism and as cliche as it sounds, the power of love and what it can do for people. Emotions are a critical part of humans and their lives -- love, extremely prominent -- and he finds it all fascinating. He likes the notion of people being able to be in each other's company, offering solace and comfort, and the image of two hands, entwined together.
✔ beauty ;; he loves anything and everything beautiful -- which is, essentially, the world. Francis can see the beauty in nearly everything he lays eyes on, and he appreciates what he sees -- whether it's physical, personality, or anything else that it could possibly be. He's drawn to beauty like ants to sugar, and he enjoys savoring the beauty he finds.
✔ giving advice ;; he has a bad habit of interfering with other people's problems, but he has good intentions. Francis likes being able to help people by offering them advice -- usually romantic -- but it can come in any other forms too. It's part of his natural tendency to take on the role of a big brother figure, and he can't help but to offer assistance with a problem if he hears about one.
✔ cooking ;; favorite past time of his. Francis is a creative person in his own right, and his most successful way of expressing himself is most certainly cooking. He takes great pleasure in making something -- creatingsomething, and then being able to serve it those he loves. He thinks the best part of the whole procedure is being able to watch people enjoy his food and smiling.
✔ gardening ;; also a hobby he enjoys. As a child, he liked to tend to flowers and observe their growth daily. He's fluent in the language of flowers, and loves how they all mean and represent different messages. His favorite flowers are roses.
✔ physical affection ;; Francis is a very affectionate person -- and one who enjoys receiving affection returned. His personal preference is to be able to show his love for those he cares about by being able to pat their head or back, hugging them, or giving them a kiss on the forehead or cheek. He's a very open man with his love and hands it out just as openly -- but that doesn't make it mean any less.
✔ endearments ;; particularly French endearments. Like how Francis is fond of displaying affection for those close to him with physical contact, endearments are another form of affection. Words are powerful, depending on how a person uses them -- and he chooses to use them with cherishment for his loved ones.
✔ fashion ;; he likes to keep up with the latest trends. Fashion is a way of personal expression, and allows people to demonstrate the sort of person who they are with their own style. It's another romanticized notion of his. Under the category of advice giving, fashion is included -- Francis loves helping people to be able to express themselves in a physical sense too.
✔ poetry ;; the way that words can be used to form sentences, to paragraphs, to chapters, to books, and to more has always intrigued Francis. Words can be molded to create something truly alluring and wonderful, and poetry is his favorite genre of writing -- particularly prose poetry. They're small fragments of potential that drag you in, mesmerizing you, before cutting you right off at the end, wanting more. It's a lovely cycle Francis doesn't mind being trapped in.
✔ intellectual conversation ;; having small talk and mundane conversation is perfectly fine, but Francis particularly enjoys having deeper talks. He doesn't really think of himself as philosophical, but anyone else might say otherwise. Conversations of how the world came to be, how humans came into existence, of emotions, human nature, equality, hypocrisy, and any other topic that comes up related. He always likes those conversations the best.
✔ france ;; the land and the culture are beautiful. It possesses its own endearing charm that causes many to come and visit throughout every season of the year. He's particularly proud that it's known as the country of love, and loves everything about France. He prefers his native language over all others, and as a result, often slips French words into his normal speaking patterns. He doesn't do it in an overabundance as to annoy people, but he just adores the way the words roll of his tongue.
FRANCIS DISLIKES
✖ unfaithful people ;; Francis does not condone adultery. He refuses to partake in anything related with it. Love is a bond of trust between people, and that trust is violated if infidelity occurs. If he sees such blasphemy, he'll put a stop to it.
✖ flaws ;; simply put, he's a perfectionist. Francis doesn't like making mistakes or having blemishes. Flaws are imperfections, and therefore irritates him. He's quite aware they're impossible not to have, but they're still universally present; which is really irksome.
✖ ignorance ;; he prefers to converse with people who observe and are acutely aware of their surroundings. He dislikes ignorant people and those who are too egotistical or obnoxious to be truly intelligent. He also dislikes when they have the opportunity to be smart and still choose not to.
✖ purchasing cheap things ;; this is most certainly a personal preference -- many people are usually the opposite. Francis doesn't like appearing to be cheap by barely spending any money, and prefers to use his money generously. He treats people often as possible to gifts and going out, and likes spending money on people.
✖ limitations ;; Francis doesn't like being restricted. Being an empathetic person, he dislikes it when other people are limited as well -- one particular reason he cannot stand the lack of equality, and people being suppressed. It angers him every time he thinks about it, resulting in frustration, and further causes him to strive for equality of people everywhere.
FEARS
► arguments ;; a person who tends to shy away from conflict, Francis has a strong aversion to arguments. He tends to try to soothe over any rough patches and is more likely to sweep things under the rug if that will solve an on-going issue.
► losing those he cares about ;; when Francis becomes attached to someone, he is deeply attached. The ones he loves are the most important to him -- more than anything else in the world has to offer -- and he's fearful of losing people who are precious to him. Francis centers his life around the people he becomes enamored with; only a select group, but not necessarily a small one. The possibility he can lose those who he loves is the most terrifying to him of all.
► rejection ;; rejection of his feelings cuts deeper than any physical wound ever could. Loving somebody is a risk, and can be very painful -- but rejection is the worst of all. Francis has never been one to be shy about his feelings, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less when somebody rejects him. He's actually quite sensitive, especially when it's emotional pain. He won't show it initially, but it's likely he'll spend a long time crying in private.
QUIRKS
►has a prominent french accent ;; Francis is actually capable of speaking without the accent, but he chooses to anyways.
►bilingual ;; he is able to speak two languages -- French and English. French is his native language which he takes pride in, and he can speak English as well.
►unable to wake up early ;; or, more specifically, if he's woken up any other way than naturally by himself, he'll be in a bad mood.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Francis is a person who is often, unfortunately, misjudged by people. This is most likely due to the first impressions he gives off; he is a man who believes fully in leaving a flawless first impression on others during initial meetings, and it is a perpetual cruel twist of fate that he often leaves the worst first impressions on people by seeming too flirtatious, too vain, or too flamboyant. He is a charmer – always managing to find something beautiful about a person, whether it is a physical attribute, a part of their personality, or a special skill they may possess – he firmly advocates that everybody is beautiful in their own unique way.
Despite what most people believe, he is not a pervert who lusts after everyone and anyone for no reason or because he is “addicted to sex”. He is naturally a romantic (it comes with his French blood), and believes in wooing and courting the person of his affection. He takes pleasure in helping others be together, and may meddle slightly to ensure people find the one they can be truly happy with. He’s the big brother sort of type, the kind who you can go to for advice about anything; romance in particular. He’s more than happy to help anyone in any way he can, if possible. He’s quite protective of the ones he cares about; especially as if sees you as a close friend, or even as a sibling figure.
Also despite the contrary belief, Francis is not a saint. There’s also a point where he snaps and breaks after enduring as much as he could, and cannot bear anymore insults or assumptions. He’s human, just like everyone else, and has a limited amount of patience. Francis doesn't appreciate negative comments no matter how innocent they may have intended to be, and dislikes it when people badmouth others. He’s normally quite a gentleman and still believes chivalry isn't dead, especially to the female population, but he’s just as much to the male side as well. He fully believes anyone and everyone can be, and is, beautiful.
Francis has a minor jealousy problem. He constantly praises and compliments others about their beauty, for who they are and occasionally aids in their love life if asked or needed. But he also has a want to be complimented too, and praising others so grandly typically makes him feel worse about himself. Quite often, he’s envious about how great and incredible others are, while he appears lesser and nothing in comparison. He tends to hide it very well, and very few people actually know of his true feelings about the matter. His envy stretches to further lengths of seeing other people's happiness in comparison -- wishing he didn't, but unable to do anything about it. He's always happy to see others happy, but sometimes it comes at a cost.
His charms are most certainly one of his strong points. He's rather suave and urbane, and appears as one who is constantly flirting with anyone he converses with; which is really not always the case. Francis is what people would call an “extensive lover”, with his way of speaking. He does not like, nor dislike the term. He considers himself polyamarous, as he can love multiple people at once, and believes in all forms of love (except for forced love), He has had a large record of one-night stands. However, every single person he has ever spent one night with is important and special to him. He hasn’t forgotten a single face, and is quite skilled at recognizing people.. But he hopes the day will come when he’s finally able to have a lover of his own soon – a person who loves him, and is willing to stay no matter what happens.
His charms can also be used in a more sinister way; Francis isn't against utilizing manipulation if he believes people are doing something morally wrong. Seduction is a possibility, using honeyed words and lidded eyes to persuade others into doing what he wants them to -- but he doesn't usually resort to this. Francis typically uses it as a last resort, or with a person who is particularly stubborn and he knows there's no other option. Depending on who he's conversing with, his kind smiles can be sincere -- or they can be lovely simpers to disarm you.
Francis is the type who would be extremely pleased if his feelings of love and affection were ever to be requited. He’s one who feels love very powerfully, and his affections are strong. He often gives kisses to show affection, but rarely are they what he considers a kiss of true love. It can make him the happiest man in the world if he finds out the person he likes returns his feelings, although he may not show it publicly (by unconsciously slipping into his usual flirtatious mode).
Having no tolerance for people are cruel and dishonest to their fellow humans and enjoy other people's pain, Francis abhors abuse and adultery. He refuses to stand by and merely watch as wrongdoing occurs, and he will interfere to help the person who is being harmed. His morals are relatively strong, but aren't as present in comparison to others. If he's aware of adultery happening, he will intervene and end it. Francis cannot bear people who are dishonest to the ones where there should be a strong bond of trust.
`FROM THE DARKEST GREYS THE BURSTS, CLOUDS BREAK!
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On such a bleak day with nothing to do, money to spend, and time to waste, Francis found himself slowly climbing the steps of the Victoria and Albert Museum. But it was free admission anyways; he wouldn’t have any use for his money, though he wasn’t complaining. Yet the time was nearing closer and closer to noon, and perhaps he would treat himself to a nice restaurant today. Whether he did or whether he didn’t depended on the chances of him finding a suitable person to join him.
As he glanced around the nearly empty museum, however, he felt himself grow rather disappointed. There was barely anyone around, except for the children on a field trip and a few weary staff members in various rooms. But once again, he wasn’t complaining. He didn’t mind the peace and tranquility that the museum offered on this dreary weekday.
It was very lonely.
And so, Francis still looked about for a possible companion, expectations low, but hopes quite high. Yet the only people that seemed to be around were too young, too elderly, or too busy. It was quite disappointing.
An abandoned slip of paper laying on the ground, perhaps from a notebook, caught his eye, and he picked it up. There were no marks on the front, and when he flipped it to examine the other side, the back was just as bare and blank as its other half. He shrugged to himself, and pocked it.
His shoes, the soles damp from walking around outside, made very unflattering noises on the tiled floors, and echoed in the large hallways. He winced every time he took a step, willing for the sounds to cease, and wishing he had taken just a bit longer to wipe his shoes on the carpet at the entrance.
In hopes of muffling the infuriating noises, he slipped into the nearest room to sit down on a bench and wait for them to dry. He had plenty of time for this, and really didn’t feel that hungry yet; he had had a relatively filling breakfast.
As he sat down, he glanced around curiously at his surroundings. Grand, intricate styled tapestries embellished the museum’s walls; some older, antique furniture placed beside it. Multi-colored and equally elegantly crafted stained glass also decorated the room. Francis marveled at the beauty of all of the objects, quite enraptured, and quickly found himself falling in love with them. He was beginning to remember what it was like to visit museums (it had been months – perhaps even years), and the pure rush of pleasure he felt from seeing such brilliantly preserved items from history.
He then took the time to observe the occupants in the room. A youthful woman stood studying a painting, and an older man with brown hair sat on a bench quite a distance away from him. Closer, though, was another man, also quite young – probably around the same age as Francis himself – sitting the closest to him, perhaps approximately a meter or so away. With a rather average body build and being quite slim, he had sandy blonde hair, obviously combed, but still looked to be a bit disheveled. He had piercing, intelligent green eyes, and immediately Francis was enamored. His heart began to beat faster. They were stunning; the most pleasing shade of green he had ever seen in his life. He had seen many, many pairs of eyes before, but they were nothing in comparison to this man’s. Yet, at the same time, they were almost familiar in a way.
The next feature Francis could clearly notice while facing him at a side view was his abnormally thick eyebrows, furrowed in seemingly deep concentration at a suit of amor in front of him. They would have been completely wondrous if Francis hadn’t seen them before.
But alas, he had.
Besides recognizing the man as Arthur Kirkland, leader of the Labour Party and member of the Parliament from London’s finest newspapers, he also recognized his particular eyebrow trait. Iain Stuart-Kirkland and Aoife O’Neil, two dear friends of his, both possessed it and he had always been just the slightest bit amused by the thick lines of hair above their also green (but distinctly different from Arthur’s and each other’s) eyes. At first, the large eyebrows had been quite disgruntling, but he soon had grown rather fond of them.
Being a politician’s son, Francis had grown up being taught to always learn the current events of the country and the world daily. So of course it was no surprise that he would be able to discern the head of the Labour Party with his distinct features; his eyes, his face, his stature, and especially the way he held himself with dignity and pride, even while studiously examining the medieval display in front of him.
His interest was piqued. Ever so casually, he moved over towards the other man, also turning to study the impressive suit of armor, until he was only several inches away. He composed himself, not exactly nervous – no, that certainly wasn’t the right word to describe what he was feeling. Anxious and apprehensive were merely synonyms for nervous… But overall, he was simply curious about Arthur Kirkland. He obviously enjoyed the art the museum held; otherwise, he wouldn’t be there.
Now Francis faced a fork in the path: how to begin the conversation? Suave, urbane, and possibly overbearing; or casual, relatively mild-mannered, and appearing to make small talk? He considered both options for a brief moment, before settling on the former. While he wanted to make a good first impression, he also wanted to make a memorable one.
”Hello, monsieur,” he began easily, a charming smile placed delicately upon his face, “You have the most beautiful green eyes I have ever had the good fortune to see in my humble life. They glow with such a brilliant, stunning light; I am nearly blinded as I gaze into them now.”
`THIS IS LIFE IN COLOR!
AGE 17
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I am Francis Bonnefoy and I am a SIDEKICK!
I am Francis Bonnefoy and I am a SIDEKICK!
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