France / Francis Bonnefoy Application [Rejected]

[Tsuki]

These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate

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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared

Country: France
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Gender:  Male
Age: 26
Profession: Model
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander

All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange

Appearance: Francis is around 5'11 in height, and weighs about 150 pounds. He was a good height and weight for a model, apparently. His hair was blonde and just below his chin, and he had deep blue eyes. Francis also kept a sort of a beard that was neatly trimmed. Sometimes he had a bit of a five o clock shadow, but he didn't mind. He was always smiling, or tried too. He liked his job, and he tried to let it show when he was out in public. Maybe that was just him being a bit narcissistic. Francis is usually seen wearing the latest clothing, or something tight fitting, with his sleeves rolled up, or his shirt undone a few buttons.

Personality: Francis for the most part acts like he is happy, and sometimes he is, but he is prone to being narcissistic, and it does show. He guessed that being brought up the way he was, he was prone to be full of himself. He didn't mind, and thought that gave him character. Or something. He didn't have a lot of what you would call friends, more or less he had people that he just associated with, because he had to be around the people he worked with. It was better to try and be friendly with them, then get on their bad sides.

Francis when not working is often found reading books, enjoying a glass of wine, or trying to exercise to keep his weight down. He is also a remarkable cook, and maybe one day would like to open a bakery or something. Pastries were his favorite, and he liked trying to find new recipes. The relationship with his parents from when he was growing up still affects him, as well as his nightmares, that he had yet to figure out. Sometimes it is hard for him to sleep, and while Francis doesn't have a lot of friends, he was worried about being alone.

History: Francis was born to a wealthy family, a businessman father, a mother who was a model, but once she became pregnant her career ended. Francis was an only child, and his childhood was what he thought kids with parents like his was supposed to be like. Filled with nannies, and tutors, and parents not really around. He got everything he could ever want however. (he guessed it was to make up for his father not being around, and his mother not really paying attention to him)


His mother lost her modeling career when she became pregnant with Francis she became withdrawn from her husband, and didn't even want to have the baby. But she kept him, and made sure that he knew that it was his fault that she lost her career (even if she wouldn't outright say it)

His father was a hard worker and worked long hours, sometimes spending a few nights a week at work, leaving Francis alone at home with his mother, and whoever the nanny was. Many a nights he would wake up with nightmares, sometime scared enough to not go back to sleep. Over time, he had learned to deal with it as he had gotten older, but sometimes they felt so real, and he didn't understand why.

He had a pretty good education, but life at home was very distant, and lonely. To make up for that, Francis had become a bit of a party-er, and a bit of a drinker. (and then every now and then he would sneak out into the lowlands, and find some comfort there. He had become all the things your parents had told you not to do, or become. In Francis' case, he thought this was normal, he had never been told otherwise, with parents who were never around, how was he supposed to know right from wrong?

He had gotten into the modeling career, when he was around sixteen. After attending a few glamorous parties hosted by some acquaintances , some people knew some people, and for whatever reason an agent attended, and saught him out. He thought it was a scam at first, but upon further investigation he found out that it was a legit company.

He supposed it was a good job to pursue, he thought of himself as handsome. (so did quite a few other people.) and it was an easy way to make his own money. He didn't really need it, but he decided that living at home where no one was around, and a mother that resented him; had finally been enough. He wanted out, and taking this job was a way to leave home. His mother when she found out about the job, was quite angry. And forbid him to actually continue with it.

Francis, really having no relations with her didn't listen, and went along with it anyway. (Maybe to also sort of get back at her for all those years of blaming him for loosing her career.) As soon as he turned eighteen he left home, never going to get the affection he wanted from either of his parents, he decided he would make his own way in the world, and not care what others thought, or how he acted.

Recurring nightmare: 100 years war, specifically the death of Joan of Arc.

The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change

Likes:
Wine
Himself
Reading
Roses
Modeling
Cooking
Sex
Partying
Shopping

Dislikes:
His parents
cold weather
nightmares
obnoxious people
Being alone

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground

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Roleplay Sample:
Francis didn't know how long it had been since he had last seen his beloved Matthieu. But he could bet it had been decades. He, was at a loss for words when he had seen the boy again, clad in a read-coat uniform, holding a gun, pointed right at him. Francis was doing the same, had his gun drawn out, and pointed at the young nation. His heart was pounding, but he dropped the gun it landing on the ground as he looked over his once former colony, memories, and feeling came rushing back into his mind, and he had to stop himself from running over to him, and hugging him right then and there. For they were at war, and Francis knew the cost of that. War was not a pleasant thing, and he knew that. He knew that this war would be a hard one, helping the young American fight for freedom, fighting against one of the only people that he really had cared about. It was tough, seeing his little boy clad in the enemies uniform, fighting on the opposing side. Sometimes that happened, as much as he did not wish for it to happen. It did.

Loosing him all those years ago to Arthur really had taken a toll on the Frenchman, he had hoped that after this was all over, he would be able to tell Matthieu how sorry he was, and hoped the boy would not hate him. That was the last thing Francis wanted. For Matthew to hate him, he was sure that would break his heart. For now however, he had to retreat, There was no time to stop and talk to him, but that one quick glimpse of Matthew, clad in red, tired, and looking injured Francis would soon not forget. He was hoping that one day he would see him again, and everything would be better---

Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Mystel
Timezone: GMT - 5
Any other information: Heya~ I hope this app makes sense, if anything needs to be changed or altered/ be made longer let me know!

You pull me in…
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[Solus]

Thank you for your application.

Unfortunately it doesn't quite meet our standards. If you wanted to revise it, we'd like to see more in the personality section, as well as more in the sample, preferably including some dialogue. There's also a few issues with tenses changing throughout the application.

I'll extend your reserve for a further three days to try again if you want.