Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 18, 2010 23:05:08 GMT -5
Francis Bonnefoy
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Cen~
Age: Old~
Roleplaying Experience: Enough
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[/size][/center]Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty Six
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 151 lbs
Wealth: Rich, quite rich
Sexual Orientation: Polysexual
Why they are in La Campana: Desperation, as well as boredom. His lonliness caused him to seek out his family, which after careful research, seemed to be amassing at La Campana Academia in Spain.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
♥ Culture
♥ Nudity
♥ L'amour
♥ Flowers, most notably roses
♥ Crossdressing [reminiscent of his younger days]
♥ Streaking
♥ Coffee
♥ Opera
♥ Cosplay
♥ Gilbert/Antonio [“Bad friends trio”]
♥ Fashion
♥ Himself
♥ Cooking
♥ The arts
♥Arthur
♥ Beauty
♥ Occasionally fighting with Arthur [and winning]
♥ Perverted behavior
♥ Religion
♥ Wine
Dislikes:
♥Arthur
♥ Fighting, if only because he’s not good at it
♥ Being rejected
♥ Uptight people
♥ Physical violence
♥ The abomination known as English food
♥ Violence towards himself
♥ Various members of his family
♥ Being thought of as petty or useless
♥ Germany
♥ Losing to Arthur
♥ Being rejected
♥ Unfashionable clothes
Turn Ons:
♥ Reluctance. Surprisingly, Francis enjoys teaching those that are embarrassed by their attractions and watching them grow more and more depraved.
♥ Unabashed nudity. Mostly stemming from his own love of such.
♥ Romance. If anything, he enjoys pampering and seducing potential lovers as much as he enjoys bedding them.
♥ Flirting. It is especially appreciated if someone can both take and return his playful
♥ Perversity and kink. Ranging from open, in-your-face partners to closeted but wild ones, he enjoys most everything, though there are lines that even he does not cross.
♥ Blonds. No particular reason, he just enjoys them more than those of different hair colors.
Turn Offs:
♥ Heavy abuse. Though he has a rather high tolerance for such, he cannot take constant criticisms and jabs.
♥ Prudishness. It takes a heavy toll on him to try to acquiesce to people who are constantly in denial of their natures. Though he can indeed wait through it, he prefers not to if at all possible.
♥ Clingy natures. The moment a partner tries to limit his freedoms without his consent, he makes every effort to leave them.
♥ Vanilla sex lives. While he isn‘t one to shy away from pleasures, Francis prefers a bit of spice in his love life and will quickly grow bored with monotony.
Nervous Habits:
♥ Becoming quite emotional when things aren’t quite going his way
♥ Streaking, occasionally, though it’s less of a habit and more of a hobby
♥ Pushing his hair out of his eyes
♥ Smoking
Fears:
♥ Something happening to his family, and being unable to protect them
♥ Ludwig
♥ Not being able to reconnect with Matthew
♥ Abandonment
Goals/Aspirations:
♥ To reconnect with his son, and perhaps with Arthur and Alfred as well
♥ To begin to heal the rift between himself and Arthur, though he will never admit it
♥ To become less of a laughing stock within his family
♥ To successfully make sure that his family remains rich and prosperous
Appearance:
Slightly lanky, yet with a cultured air, Francis appears to be quite the gentleman at first glance. His is of moderate height and of a rather unintimidating figure, and yet somehow manages to attract attention nonetheless by sheer force of his overly dramatic personality. His hair is kept long and immaculate at all times, the soft golden locks reaching his shoulders, though oftentimes he keeps them restrained in a small ponytail with a tie. Bright blue eyes filled with mirth and a hint of deviousness compliment his face, and he seems to have a perpetual case of ‘bedroom eyes’, except for when he is in hysterics, which is more often than one would think. His jaw is perpetually covered in stubble and he proudly proclaims that it make him look more like a ’big brother’, and so he continues to wear it with pride.
He is fashionable and takes great pride in his clothes, never wearing any less than the best that he can obtain, and often times criticizes others for their choice in dresswear. Never garbed in anything but the finest, he has penchant for expensive, designer suits and handmade shoes, both of which are usually affordable on his budget. His flair for the dramatic is generally represented in some of his more gaudy outfits, but he also can be quite refined and subtle when he wishes. In short, his own personal fashion changes greatly depending on the occasion, but it always filled with haute couture and generally represents a man who wishes to appear his very best.
Personality:
When one first meets Francis, they are immediately struck by his rather friendly and amorous nature. Indeed he does not come across as a scornful or bitter man, but instead he appears to be amicable, if not a bit touchy-feely for most. He can be stubborn if he wishes, but only in the sense of holding onto his ideals, or occasionally just to annoy those that he is cross with by refusing and objecting to everything they do. For the most part, however, he is an indulgent, kind, if somewhat racy, man that appears to be successful, happy, and content with life. He does not hesitate to make friends with those around him, unless they have wronged him greatly, and even tends to treat those that he is displeased with with a certain respect that isn’t normally seen in this day and age. While not a traditional gentleman, he still does believe in some chivalry, even if it is generally mitigated by his utter, innate perversity.[/font]
That is not to say that he cannot be selfish, harsh, and entirely manipulative. No, there is a secret, darker side to the man that is rarely seen outright. He is not one to become completely outraged and incensed easily, but when pushed too far, he turns cold and cruel. In contests of sheer physical strength, he will always lose, and so his talents lie in manipulation and the ability to ruin lives through it. He does not hesitate to strike back against those that have wronged him if he feels he is able to get away with it, but he does know when to hold his tongue. Having been in many, many personal battles, he is wise when it comes to picking his enemies and even wiser when picking his allies.
Francis believes in celebrating the pleasures in life and that indulgence is the key to one’s happiness. He enjoys fine alcohol, the best foods, designer clothes, and a slew of other things, using his family’s fortune to supplement his expensive tastes. While he tries not to come across as spoiled or stuck-up, such is not always the case, and he can unintentionally insult those around him when he is displeased with the quality of things that he is given. Of course such insults are unintentional and he does apologize, it is still a habit that he has not grown out of, nor perhaps will he ever.
Sexuality plays a large role in Francis’ life. He is hardwired to crave intimate company and does so on an almost nightly basis. To him, sex, romance, and seduction are all as natural as breathing and he thoroughly enjoys each and every one. It is not uncommon for him to flit between lovers with an almost unnatural speed, as he does not allow himself to be tied down for too long. Even in non-intimate situations he still oozes sex appeal, not-so subtly flirting with those around him at all times.
Despite his amorous nature, however, he dislikes being labeled a philanderer or a whore. To Francis, seduction and romance is an art, and it is one of the few things in life that he pursues with an undying passion. While he most certainly not adverse to one-night stands and other forms of purely physical encounters, he equally enjoys drawn out relationships, though he will be the first to admit that he is hard pressed to find a partner that does not judge or take offense at his wandering eye and occasional hand. He tries his hardest to commit, but so far has not been able to find a lover that has caught his heart so deeply that he is able to devote his entire being to them.
His affections and relations towards his family, however, can sometimes blur the lines of incestuous. Though not technically related by blood to most, he still feels attraction and love towards his extended and estranged family that would be considered disgusting by most. He consoles himself and justifies his feelings, however, by the logic of the fact that they are not usually related by blood, and most are so distant that it is neither atrocious, nor wrong for him to pursue relationships.
If anything though, he is fiercely protective over those that he cares for, and though he is not always able to protect them as he wants to, he tries his hardest to be a good father/brother/protector. His considers his son, Arthur, and Arthur’s son to be the closest thing to family (albeit family that he is attracted to) that he has, and even through all of their differences, he cares for them with a passion that is almost unheard of. Anyone who attempts to hurt any one of them can be sure that they will have a rather irate and furious Frenchman to deal with when all is said and done, after all.
Despite all of his bravado though, he is easily wounded, both physically and emotionally. Francis suffers from an innate need for love and attention, and while certainly his methods for garnering both are usually questionable, if not downright repulsive, to most, repeated rejections, insults, and plain hatred wear away his psyche as easily as any other man. While he will put on a mask of aloof smugness, his heart does bleed, and he is not a strong man emotionally. Having been neglected by his parents when young, rejected by his first (and thus far only) love, and had a child ripped away from him, he had deep seated issues with personal space and allowing others to grow close to him. While he pines for emotional connections, he subconsciously rejects anyone who attempts to break past his walls.
For all of his apparent strength and independence, he is not unlike any other person. He need to feel wanted, to feel loved, perhaps moreso than others, and because of this his ‘playboy’ image is slightly false. While he does indulge in bodily pleasures night after night, it is merely to fill a void within himself that was created long ago in childhood. The lack of actual love, either romantic or familial, in his life has led him to see out temporary fixes, though even with these excursions he is still lonely, unable to express himself beyond casual flirting and comments to those that he does actually wish relationships with.
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father:
♥ Unknown / Deceased
Mother:
♥ Unknown / Deceased
Other important relatives:
♥ Arthur Kirkland / 23 / ‘Younger Brother’
♥ Matthew Williams / 18 / Adopted Son
♥ Alfred F. Jones / 18 / ‘Younger Brother’
♥ Seychelles / 16 / Adopted Daughter
♥ Belgium / ?? / Adopted Daughter
Pets:
♥ Pierre, a small bird
History:
Born a child of privilege into the esteemed Bonnefoy family, Francis was raised collectively by a slew of nursemaids, separated from his parents, both of whom never considered their child to be of much worth. Because of such, he was given his first taste of freedom at a very young age, resulting in a very carefree and loving, if somewhat needy, boy that was hard to control. The boy had the habit of dressing himself in women’s clothes, of running around aimlessly in his family’s gardens, and a slew of other things that were just not considered appropriate within his family, but there was no one to tell him ‘no’, no one to put down a harsh hand, and thus he grew up slightly spoiled, always used to getting what he wanted, but secretly longing for the close contact of his parents that were never around.
It was how he was wild and free, and it was in that that he was first introduced to a young boy that would shape his childhood: one Arthur Kirkland. From the moment that he met the younger boy (and his freakishly large eyebrows, drawing attention to which upset the child right off the bat), he was struck with puppy love, doting at all hours upon the smaller Briton. Of course, because of his age, Francis’ words and actions were not always kind, and he occasionally tormented Arthur as all children are wont to do, exchanging harsh words with the other that usually left the younger in tears, but it was all out of a childish sense of friendship.
Things between them were very love-hate, but always Francis endured the younger’s moodiness, always returning with bright smiles and sometimes caustic arguments. Perhaps the greatest example of their bizarre relationship was what Francis likes to refer to as the ‘golden caterpillar’ incident. After he had been bragging about his own, beautiful, silky hair, Francis had, apparently, inspired Arthur to try to copy him. Though he was not able to see the younger boy for almost six months, when he finally returned to England to visit, he found that Arthur looked a right mess, his shaggy hair grown out at odd angles, and he couldn’t help but erupt with laughter at how spectacularly the other had failed. Arthur, of course, grew instantly cross with him and demanded that he cut his locks, and so he acquiesced, all the while making jibes about how the younger would never be as beautiful as he himself. Of course what he failed to mention was that he fancied the other just fine the way he was, but there was no need to rush such things.
However, nothing could stay forever. He was awoken one night by his nursemaid and informed that there had been a family tragedy and that the entire family was on a rushed flight to England. No knowing much about what had happened, he was silent for most of the journey, told very little except for that Arthur and his family had been in an accident and that things were looking rather grim. When they arrived, the worst had happened: lord and lady Kirkland had been killed in a fire, and though their children were unharmed, their youngest boy was incredibly traumatized from the ordeal.
Seeing how utterly distraught the other boy was, Francis made a decision right then and there. He ran from his caretakers to Arthur, shouting that he wasn’t returning to France with the rest of the family, but instead staying in England with his ‘brother’. The idea was shot down immediately, but he screamed and made enough of a scene that eventually it was finally decided that because it seemed that the young master was not going to come peaceably, and because his presence wasn’t entirely needed in Paris, that it would be acceptable for both Francis and some of his guardians to stay in England to help out the Kirkland boys.
Satisfied that he had won, Francis set about trying to help his ‘younger brother’, wanting to alleviate some of the pain that Arthur was feeling. He was young, however, and entirely inexperienced in caring for others, and thus had no idea what to expect. Certainly he had been hoping that Arthur would open up to him, would return to being the prickly, yet adorable child that he once was, but it was not to be. Though he tried his hardest to make sure the boy ate, to make sure that he continued his schooling despite the fact that he had inherited a company, but he was not entirely successful. So focused on making sure that Arthur was alright, he began to grow rather harsh with the boy, and though it was only to make sure that
the Briton was alright, it ultimately ended up backfiring on him.
Gone was the small, awkwardly cute boy that Francis had fallen for. Instead, the Frenchman found himself being repulsed by his cousin as Arthur made it abundantly clear that he now hated the world and everything in it. Any attempt to comfort the other boy resulted in a barrage of insults and physical abuse, which he endured with a grin and a broken heart. Cries of ‘faggot’ and ‘bloody bastard’ were now as common as ever, and the fighting grew more and more intense. When Arthur was a young teen, he all but erupted at Francis, kicking him out of his house and life. It hurt Francis deeply, shattering his heart, but he abided by the boys wishes, returning to France.
For a while he was aimless, unable to understand what to do now that he had been ejected from Arthur’s life, and ultimately he was forced to attend school again. However, it was because of this that he finally managed to get on with his life. His loneliness was, after a while, mitigated for the most part, however, by the inclusion of his relatives, all of which seemed to be just as eccentric and strange as he. Two in particular he grew close to, all boys and all just as rambunctious as he himself. Gilbert and Antonio were their names, and though they came from countries far away he bonded with each and every one of them. Gilbert and Antonio became quick friends, as the three became little ruffians together, getting into trouble and somehow, against all odds, managing to always worm out of every situation that they got themselves into. They were friends through and through, and they continued to meet all through the years, up until the day that they graduated from high school.
Upon his graduation, Francis was unsure of what to do. Both Antonio and Gilbert had moved back to their respective countries and returning to England to check on his cousin was out of the question, and so he was lost. Instead, he finally began to work in earnest for his family’s company. Though he did not have a degree or any sort of real training other than what was bred into him, he was assigned to cases overseas, and soon he found himself traveling all over the world, which was enough for the Frenchman. The sense of excitement and intrigue was enough to keep his attention, and it pleased him. While he was technically working, and doing a rather good job of everything for that matter, the exotic nature of the places he visited was enough to sate his more hedonistic appetites.
His heart was healed, however, with the discovery of a small, violet-eyed boy. On yet another trip for his company, Francis found himself traversing through Canada, up in a small, almost uninhabited area with very few cities around the port that he was staying in. It was utterly dull, boring, and nothing like what he was used to, but he made do, taking long walks out in the countryside when he grew too bored with his surroundings. It was because of this that he, one day, managed to spot a small figure huddled beneath a tree, clinging to a dirty stuffed animal. Francis was intrigued and he drew closer, trying to figure out what was going on, and was surprised to find a small, nameless boy curled up, seemingly abandoned to the wilds.
It was almost if there was an instant connection between the child and himself, and he tried everything in his power to find the boy’s family, using his own resources and connections to dig up names, locations, and dates that would possibly lead to the boy being reunited with his relatives. With the exception of a twin that had been adopted in America, there was nothing, and, his heart melted by the small boy, Francis decided then and there to adopt the child. It took very little time for the paperwork to pass through, and soon he and the newly named Mathieu were legally father and son.
Though his work prevented him from being able to be with Mathieu all the time, Francis did everything in his power to make sure the boy had a comfortable life. He had an estate built in Canada and visited his brother-son at every opportunity to make sure the boy wasn’t lonely, but he still felt as though things were somehow lacking. A bit of research told him that, despite all of the odds, Mathieu’s twin brother had been adopted, and the name of the other boy’s new parent shocked the Frenchman. At once he called up Arthur, ending their years of silence, babbling happy to the younger man, relaying the information that he had unearthed in hopes of reconnecting with the Brit. It worked…to a degree, and he found himself flying to Canada to collect Mathieu and moving over to England, intent on raising the two boys together with Arthur in a crude mockery of a family.
But Arthur had grown cold, tyrannical even, lashing out at Francis’ suggestions to give his boy more freedom. The Britton recoiled from him, barring him from seeing his younger brother and completely cutting him out of their lives for what was assumed to be forever. It hurt, once again, to be driven away by the man whom he had loved, but now he had his Mathieu to help ease the pain, and Francis tried in earnest to continue his life with his son, making sure to raise the boy with all of the love that he himself was denied in childhood. Still, however, he worried for Alfred, worried for Arthur himself, but with all of the barriers that separated their two families, it was entirely impossible for him to help either. All of his attempts were met with scorn, and he was ultimately forced to give up in the end after a failed attempt at liberating the young American boy from his possessive father.
He did not, however, foresee how utterly wrathful Arthur would turn. In a stunning upset, he found himself answering to Child Protective Services, spurred on by the Englishman’s venom and vengeful tongue. Though he tried his hardest, Mathieu was taken from him on charges of neglect, despite the fact that there had been little evidence of such, and, to add insult, placed in the care of Arthur, the very man who had ruined him.
The blow was devastating to Francis, utterly wrecking the Frenchman to the point of emotional breakdown. He was alone again, the only true happiness in his life had been stolen from him by the very man he used to covet. It was too much to take. After contemplating suicide, he admitted himself to a mental ward in the French countryside, not trusting himself or those around him at all. There he spent almost a year, recoiling from his family and society both, trying to pick up the pieces of his broken life from all around him. It was a difficult time, and though he was technically supposed to be healing his fragile psyche, the time merely served as a bandage, never fixing the problem but instead patching it up again for the time being.
When he checked himself out, he was stable once again but there was still a lingering ember of hurt within him, one that had been twisted and fanned throughout his time away into something much more sinister. At first he ignored the thoughts and desires that flitted through his mind, but as time wore on he became more and more distracted by ideas that began to formulate. He began to wonder what had happened over in England, if things were still tense between Arthur and Alfred, if his Mathieu was faring alright. It took a little underhanded work, but he managed to travel to the country, to observe the dysfunctional family, and it was then that he realized that Alfred himself had grown sick of Arthur’s tyrannical rule and was desperately
He called the boy, met with him in secret, and planted the ideas of fooling Arthur into sending him away. It was horrid, it was snake-like, but he still went through with everything. Partially it was because he was still sympathetic towards the boy, but it was also to see Arthur hurt as he himself had been hurt. When he was certain that the seeds of discontent had been sown, he retreated back to Paris, watching from afar as Arthur’s façade of a happy family tore itself apart, silently happy in the Englishman’s pain, all but sickened with himself for feeling as such.
It worked like a charm. Alfred succeeded in obtaining the independence, though by what means Francis wasn’t sure. All he knew is that afterwards his younger brother’s life seemed to have been ruined, and out of guilt he stepped out of everything, retreating back to his own life, trying to rebuild everything that had been ruined when Matthew had been taken away. His family’s business was still prospering, despite his own mistakes, and so he halfheartedly worked to keep the company stable, despite the fact that he wasn’t needed, except as a figurehead. The business world soon bored him, however, and he left the entire company in the care of his executives, once again flitting from one city to another, not content with his life and unable to tell why. On a whim he enrolled himself in the Le Cordon Bleu academy, and he was instantly stricken with how beautiful the world of culinary arts could be. He had found his support for the time being, and for the next while he threw himself into his classes
Still, when all was said and done he was still left wanting. Both Gilbert and Antonio had disappeared off the face of the earth, he was still too guilt-stricken and hurt to attempt contacting Arthur, and he had all but lost contact with Mathieu, and so Francis was at a loss as to what to do. Rumors began to abound that his family seemed to be amassing in Spain, and so, with nothing else to go on and little keeping him in France, he set out for the new country, specifically to La Campana Academia, in order to try and see if any of the tales had any sort of truth to them.
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