Post by hihippy on Apr 15, 2011 18:05:45 GMT -6
Character's Name: Francis
Character's Country: France
Character's Age: 26
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Occupation: Chef for the Head of State (France)
Personality: Francis is a laid back character, who prefers to enjoy the simple and leisurely things in life, rather than get strung up all the time. He lives alone in an apartment in the midsts of Paris, where he can see the Eiffel tower clear from his balcony.
Since he works admist the government as the personal chef, he doesn't exactly have much time for things such as relationships. He is very much in love with love, and is generally very open and relaxed about such things to a point that others may find it vaguely uncomfortable. When he has spare time, however, he does like to go around Museums and Art Galleries and people watch in cafes. In the evenings, he may go out and spend his evenings in bars and treat and entertain the ladies (or men). Most of the time, his dates are one-off things. He's had past partners, though he hasn't had a proper relationship since one called Jeanne, who he lost by more permanent means.
Due to his beliefs and how stands by them, he can come off as cynical and close minded to most people, he has a tendecy to pay no mind to others and what they think. He also thinks his own language is the best out of any, and while he does know how to speak English, he will only speak it when he absolutely has to. Even though he can also be rather snarky in responses to comments that upset him or when he ~feels like it~, he has a rather lapse temper and does not get angry that easily.
He likes to garden and paint as a hobby, and while he does work a lot, he is generally the popular and well known one in the social groups he may be around at times.
Appearance:
Strengths:
+ Cooking. He does have a career in it, y'know. He has a talent for being able to conjure up something from anything at his hands.
+ Amour. If he tries, ladies fall for him left right and centre. If he doesn't try, ladies fall for him left right and centre.
+ Manipulation. Not too many would guess this about the other unless they've seen the more serious side of him, but he is very good at using people and using them to his own advantage without them realising, whether it's in the RP or in normal life.
+ Tactics. Francis himself is actually a decent Tactician. It kind of plays into his strength in manipulation. After watching and being around people enough, he can read into them and predict a lot of how they're going to react, which helps with plotting and placing things.
+ Social Skills. Francis has rather a knack at handling and being around people, and is very apt at dealing with situations that call for it.
Weaknesses:
- Narrow Minded + Arrogant. Francis has a tendecy to think that his opinion is always right and that no matter what he plans, will be right. He puts a lot of trust into his instincts and this doesn't always go down too well.
- Xenophobic. He loves his country; he loves his culture so much that he doesn't really like any others, and tends to think his own culture and language is the best of the lot.
-Vanity. Francis has a liability to be rather vain about himself and believes in caring for his body, hence why he enjoys a brilliant, long soak in the bath. He makes sure his shampoo is of the best standard and that his hairdressers is the best around. He also wears fashionable clothes that will stand out and impress all those around. Yes, and he does think he's rather good looking.
- Morose. He has a tendecy to talk about the dark aspects of life, but in a light that might come off as uncomfortable to others. He treats it as merely a fact and a presence, and not something that should be avoided nor romanticised greatly.
- Perfectionist. When he does things he likes to do them /exactly right/. Whether that be cooking, dressing, cleaning, even flirting, everything has to be right and perfect. Otherwise he really doesn't like it. This can cause issues by him being rather harsh and stubborn when it comes to his own career.
Likes:
+ Cooking. (Naturally)
+ Watching the sunset on a charming summer's day either from his roof/balcony or from the Eiffel Tower.
+ Roses.
+ A nice, long soak in the bath.
+ A nice, large glass of red wine after he returns home for the evening.
Dislikes:
- Rain.
- British.. Cuisine.
- American Tourists (they're loud and rowdy)
- Sarkozy. Even though he works for him and the pay is good, he tends to work for the head of state more than because he supports the man. He thinks the country could do with a better leader.
- Wars, or being told that his country and the people in it are 'cheese-eating surrendering butt monkeys' or cowards of the like. His country has a very good war record, thank you very much.
Fears:
~ Losing someone he loves. It's happened to him before, multiple times, and the thought of it happening again is rather hard to bear.
~ Commitment. He finds it hard to stay tied down with someone, either as a feeling of losing his independence and that he can generally have no time for such a thing considering how he works.
~ Losing himself. He had a dark streak in his own history, and the thought of becoming anything unlike what he is now s something he really hopes doesn't happen again.
~ Dogs. He... just doesn't like them. They're rather unclean creatures.
~ He's rather superstitious, so he has a lot of silly phobias and traditions that he follows by - such as not placing any hats on a table or chair, or counting stars.
History: Francis lived a rather simple life as a young child; he had a mother and a father. His father worked out a lot in the country so he didn't see him as often and he was an only child. He lived a fairly average life, apart from his spectacular talent to cook and how he loved to be taken around the sights of Paris and down the river and such. He grew up to love his culture and his language.
He grew up as a rather popular person. He felt he knew where he stood, though he had to deal with losing his family at a younger age than most. His parents were rather old for their age and soon he was left as an orphan at around age 18. He'd managed to enroll in a cooking school and was seen to have had an immense amount of potential by the staff there. He worked his way up and eventually got a job as head chef at one of the best restauraunts in Paris.
It was during this time that he met Jeanne, one night, at a local bar. Their relationship had a spark - while Francis was well known for being a ladies man, there was a difference in the way that he treated and respected her, and their bond grew. They fell in love with and they were happily together for about three years, and got engaged. They had the rest of their life planned out ahead of them, all set out-- right up until one night, when she was found dead down an alley in one of the suburbs of the city.
This distraughted Francis so much that it was quite clear that he was mentally unstable for an amount of time, and to most of his colleagues and acquaintences he just upped and disappeared for about six months, with no real trace of where he'd gone. It wasn't till one August evening did he walk into his favourite bar again, and ordered his favourite glass of red wine with a smile and tired, wisened eyes. He never really told anyone where he got to all those months and no one ever really asked, though rumours have been printed.
After his slight disappearance, he slowly worked himself back into a job cooking at a local restuaraunt, a little quieter than before, did he come across the 'Hetalia: Axis Powers' Role play. Rather curious and for reasons even he's not quite sure of, he decided to apply and he was accepted.
During this time he was spotted by a local politician and was called up to work for some of the political powerhouses as their personal chef in Paris, and he became so well known that he's currently cooking for the Head of State whenever he remains within Paris. Being so closely involved within the ring of politicians gave him a great opportunity to overhear current affairs and situations within France and the world. He also is rather well acquainted with the ladies who work within the <i>Bibliothèque Nationale de France</i>, or the National Library of France, who very easily would bring resources to him in the evenings.
Currently, he lives alone in a decently sized and refurbished apartment in the centre of paris a few stories up, with a balcony that overlooks much of the river and the best sights to see of Paris, including the Eiffel Tower. It is one of his favourite passtimes to watch the sun set from his balcony, and watch the light draw back slightly over landscapes and beneath the horizon. After what he's seen in his life, nothing could get quite so simple, yet perfect.
Role-play Sample: Out of all his luck, it was raining.
Scoffing up at the sky, Francis found himself hunching his shoulders and quickening his stride to cross the road. It was--had been a warm summer day. Summer Showers, Summer Storms, of course, that was typical. He really didn't mind the lightening and the thunder, it was just the rain that bothered him.
It ruined his hair. Or, worse still, ruined his clothes. It had been much too warm this morning to even consider taking some sort of waterproof clothing, and it was not as though he bothered with such trivial things as watching the news in the morning. He rather overheard much more scathing truths at his work, if he was lucky.
He ignored the rather ungraceful squelching of his footwear as he entered the apartment buildings, nodding absent-mindedly at someone who passed by him without looking. How would he get up three storeys? He could garner the lift, as he always did - but what was the chance of someone seeing him in this horrid state? Going up the stairs may give more chance of him being seen by someone, but only for a moment or so. He if took the lift up someone could enter and he'd be stuck with them standing beside him and practically listening as his prideful appearance melted into it's own miserable puddle. Non. The stairs it was.
Grimacing as he gripped at the creases of his trousers to hoist them up slightly (he was more soaked than he'd bargained for. He could barely feel his skin on his legs because of the downpour, but he hadn't imagined so much that his trousers were sodden through, too) and started pattering his way up the stairs, a flicker of light behind him as a storm gently rumbled its way into existence.
He finally reached his apartment door, thanking whoever was up there for not bumping into anyone and potentially causing an embarassing scene. Slightly breathless, but he had made it. Sticking his key into the door, he gently prized his shoes and rolled his socks off his feet beforehand, tucking them in and holding them in his spare hand before unlocking the door. He was not about to walk over a rather expensive carpet with ruined shoes - he certainly had more sense than that.
Shutting the door behind him, he looked at the clock on the wall, before to the computer that was positioned by the wall of the living room he'd just entered. It appeared he might not be able to get on for quite some time. Oh well.
He could enjoy a nice, large glass of Red Wine to himself, then.
Player's Alias: Elena, Hippy, w/e. Really don't care.
Player's Role-Play History: Been Rping since 2007, literate RP since late 08, then started RPing hetalia since July 09
Player's Country/Time Zone: England, UK.
Ways to Contact You: MSN: acs06eewalker@rgfl.org Skype: Hihippy
Character's Country: France
Character's Age: 26
Character's Gender: Male
Character's Occupation: Chef for the Head of State (France)
Personality: Francis is a laid back character, who prefers to enjoy the simple and leisurely things in life, rather than get strung up all the time. He lives alone in an apartment in the midsts of Paris, where he can see the Eiffel tower clear from his balcony.
Since he works admist the government as the personal chef, he doesn't exactly have much time for things such as relationships. He is very much in love with love, and is generally very open and relaxed about such things to a point that others may find it vaguely uncomfortable. When he has spare time, however, he does like to go around Museums and Art Galleries and people watch in cafes. In the evenings, he may go out and spend his evenings in bars and treat and entertain the ladies (or men). Most of the time, his dates are one-off things. He's had past partners, though he hasn't had a proper relationship since one called Jeanne, who he lost by more permanent means.
Due to his beliefs and how stands by them, he can come off as cynical and close minded to most people, he has a tendecy to pay no mind to others and what they think. He also thinks his own language is the best out of any, and while he does know how to speak English, he will only speak it when he absolutely has to. Even though he can also be rather snarky in responses to comments that upset him or when he ~feels like it~, he has a rather lapse temper and does not get angry that easily.
He likes to garden and paint as a hobby, and while he does work a lot, he is generally the popular and well known one in the social groups he may be around at times.
Appearance:
Strengths:
+ Cooking. He does have a career in it, y'know. He has a talent for being able to conjure up something from anything at his hands.
+ Amour. If he tries, ladies fall for him left right and centre. If he doesn't try, ladies fall for him left right and centre.
+ Manipulation. Not too many would guess this about the other unless they've seen the more serious side of him, but he is very good at using people and using them to his own advantage without them realising, whether it's in the RP or in normal life.
+ Tactics. Francis himself is actually a decent Tactician. It kind of plays into his strength in manipulation. After watching and being around people enough, he can read into them and predict a lot of how they're going to react, which helps with plotting and placing things.
+ Social Skills. Francis has rather a knack at handling and being around people, and is very apt at dealing with situations that call for it.
Weaknesses:
- Narrow Minded + Arrogant. Francis has a tendecy to think that his opinion is always right and that no matter what he plans, will be right. He puts a lot of trust into his instincts and this doesn't always go down too well.
- Xenophobic. He loves his country; he loves his culture so much that he doesn't really like any others, and tends to think his own culture and language is the best of the lot.
-Vanity. Francis has a liability to be rather vain about himself and believes in caring for his body, hence why he enjoys a brilliant, long soak in the bath. He makes sure his shampoo is of the best standard and that his hairdressers is the best around. He also wears fashionable clothes that will stand out and impress all those around. Yes, and he does think he's rather good looking.
- Morose. He has a tendecy to talk about the dark aspects of life, but in a light that might come off as uncomfortable to others. He treats it as merely a fact and a presence, and not something that should be avoided nor romanticised greatly.
- Perfectionist. When he does things he likes to do them /exactly right/. Whether that be cooking, dressing, cleaning, even flirting, everything has to be right and perfect. Otherwise he really doesn't like it. This can cause issues by him being rather harsh and stubborn when it comes to his own career.
Likes:
+ Cooking. (Naturally)
+ Watching the sunset on a charming summer's day either from his roof/balcony or from the Eiffel Tower.
+ Roses.
+ A nice, long soak in the bath.
+ A nice, large glass of red wine after he returns home for the evening.
Dislikes:
- Rain.
- British.. Cuisine.
- American Tourists (they're loud and rowdy)
- Sarkozy. Even though he works for him and the pay is good, he tends to work for the head of state more than because he supports the man. He thinks the country could do with a better leader.
- Wars, or being told that his country and the people in it are 'cheese-eating surrendering butt monkeys' or cowards of the like. His country has a very good war record, thank you very much.
Fears:
~ Losing someone he loves. It's happened to him before, multiple times, and the thought of it happening again is rather hard to bear.
~ Commitment. He finds it hard to stay tied down with someone, either as a feeling of losing his independence and that he can generally have no time for such a thing considering how he works.
~ Losing himself. He had a dark streak in his own history, and the thought of becoming anything unlike what he is now s something he really hopes doesn't happen again.
~ Dogs. He... just doesn't like them. They're rather unclean creatures.
~ He's rather superstitious, so he has a lot of silly phobias and traditions that he follows by - such as not placing any hats on a table or chair, or counting stars.
History: Francis lived a rather simple life as a young child; he had a mother and a father. His father worked out a lot in the country so he didn't see him as often and he was an only child. He lived a fairly average life, apart from his spectacular talent to cook and how he loved to be taken around the sights of Paris and down the river and such. He grew up to love his culture and his language.
He grew up as a rather popular person. He felt he knew where he stood, though he had to deal with losing his family at a younger age than most. His parents were rather old for their age and soon he was left as an orphan at around age 18. He'd managed to enroll in a cooking school and was seen to have had an immense amount of potential by the staff there. He worked his way up and eventually got a job as head chef at one of the best restauraunts in Paris.
It was during this time that he met Jeanne, one night, at a local bar. Their relationship had a spark - while Francis was well known for being a ladies man, there was a difference in the way that he treated and respected her, and their bond grew. They fell in love with and they were happily together for about three years, and got engaged. They had the rest of their life planned out ahead of them, all set out-- right up until one night, when she was found dead down an alley in one of the suburbs of the city.
This distraughted Francis so much that it was quite clear that he was mentally unstable for an amount of time, and to most of his colleagues and acquaintences he just upped and disappeared for about six months, with no real trace of where he'd gone. It wasn't till one August evening did he walk into his favourite bar again, and ordered his favourite glass of red wine with a smile and tired, wisened eyes. He never really told anyone where he got to all those months and no one ever really asked, though rumours have been printed.
After his slight disappearance, he slowly worked himself back into a job cooking at a local restuaraunt, a little quieter than before, did he come across the 'Hetalia: Axis Powers' Role play. Rather curious and for reasons even he's not quite sure of, he decided to apply and he was accepted.
During this time he was spotted by a local politician and was called up to work for some of the political powerhouses as their personal chef in Paris, and he became so well known that he's currently cooking for the Head of State whenever he remains within Paris. Being so closely involved within the ring of politicians gave him a great opportunity to overhear current affairs and situations within France and the world. He also is rather well acquainted with the ladies who work within the <i>Bibliothèque Nationale de France</i>, or the National Library of France, who very easily would bring resources to him in the evenings.
Currently, he lives alone in a decently sized and refurbished apartment in the centre of paris a few stories up, with a balcony that overlooks much of the river and the best sights to see of Paris, including the Eiffel Tower. It is one of his favourite passtimes to watch the sun set from his balcony, and watch the light draw back slightly over landscapes and beneath the horizon. After what he's seen in his life, nothing could get quite so simple, yet perfect.
Role-play Sample: Out of all his luck, it was raining.
Scoffing up at the sky, Francis found himself hunching his shoulders and quickening his stride to cross the road. It was--had been a warm summer day. Summer Showers, Summer Storms, of course, that was typical. He really didn't mind the lightening and the thunder, it was just the rain that bothered him.
It ruined his hair. Or, worse still, ruined his clothes. It had been much too warm this morning to even consider taking some sort of waterproof clothing, and it was not as though he bothered with such trivial things as watching the news in the morning. He rather overheard much more scathing truths at his work, if he was lucky.
He ignored the rather ungraceful squelching of his footwear as he entered the apartment buildings, nodding absent-mindedly at someone who passed by him without looking. How would he get up three storeys? He could garner the lift, as he always did - but what was the chance of someone seeing him in this horrid state? Going up the stairs may give more chance of him being seen by someone, but only for a moment or so. He if took the lift up someone could enter and he'd be stuck with them standing beside him and practically listening as his prideful appearance melted into it's own miserable puddle. Non. The stairs it was.
Grimacing as he gripped at the creases of his trousers to hoist them up slightly (he was more soaked than he'd bargained for. He could barely feel his skin on his legs because of the downpour, but he hadn't imagined so much that his trousers were sodden through, too) and started pattering his way up the stairs, a flicker of light behind him as a storm gently rumbled its way into existence.
He finally reached his apartment door, thanking whoever was up there for not bumping into anyone and potentially causing an embarassing scene. Slightly breathless, but he had made it. Sticking his key into the door, he gently prized his shoes and rolled his socks off his feet beforehand, tucking them in and holding them in his spare hand before unlocking the door. He was not about to walk over a rather expensive carpet with ruined shoes - he certainly had more sense than that.
Shutting the door behind him, he looked at the clock on the wall, before to the computer that was positioned by the wall of the living room he'd just entered. It appeared he might not be able to get on for quite some time. Oh well.
He could enjoy a nice, large glass of Red Wine to himself, then.
Player's Alias: Elena, Hippy, w/e. Really don't care.
Player's Role-Play History: Been Rping since 2007, literate RP since late 08, then started RPing hetalia since July 09
Player's Country/Time Zone: England, UK.
Ways to Contact You: MSN: acs06eewalker@rgfl.org Skype: Hihippy