Post by fleurdelys on May 22, 2012 19:48:49 GMT -5
Application for France
The Basics:
Nation: France
Name of Character: Francis Bonnefoy
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Country of origin: France
Blood status: Half-veela; pureblood father, veela mother
School:
House: Slytherin
Year: 5
Job Prospective: Healer, Professor
Subjects: Herbology, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defence against the Dark Arts, Ancient Studies, Choir, Music, Sexual Education
Quidditch?: Chaser
Appearance:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Other features:
He sports some carefully trimmed stubble that he believes makes him look more mature and dashing.
Character Background:
Likes:
• Culinary arts
• Love and romance
• Wine
• Fashion
• Anything beautiful
• Anything French
• Potions and herbs
• Sex Ed class
Dislikes:
• Being alone
• Bad appearances
• Horrible food
• Untreatable illnesses
• Transfiguration
Personality:
Being in an exciting and enjoyable point in his life, Francis can afford to be carefree before he graduates from the university. His open attitude and love of fun earns him many friends that he would go to lengths for. He has even appointed himself everyone's "Big Brother" and is willing to take those “less fortunate” under his wing. This genuine concern and his knack for herbs and potion-making is what drives Francis’ desire to be a Healer. For all his arrogance, Francis hates to see others suffer.
Despite being the product of a privileged upbringing, Francis holds onto many simple pleasures. He has firmly believed in true love and fairy tale romances since childhood and hopes to find his one and only love, settle down, and have a family. He is mocked for this brand of naivete, but he stands by it and even goes so far to preach about romance.
Out of his passion for love, Francis is constantly bursting with affection and is more than eager to spread it around. Because of this, he is overly flirtatious to the point of being physically and verbally inappropriate.
But he usually does not need to resort to any of those antics to gain admirers, due to his veela blood, which reels in more admirers than he needs. Brimming with natural charisma, he thrives on attention and praise. He has a flair for drama and wit that he employs when the spotlight is no longer on him. And while he is eager to make a spectacle of himself, he knows when to keep his head down and avoid stunts that could jeopardize his goals.
One of his more sordid and recurring antics is his tendency to bare his body in public and even try to force others to do the same. A true exhibitionist, his vanity has him convinced that his body must be admired and that he has nothing to hide.
This arrogance extends to his belief in his superiority. Francis believes he is among the most refined and sophisticated individuals in the university, even in the whole of Britain, and has no qualms telling others so. He openly criticizes others for being uncivilized and out of style compared to him. In his elevated opinion of himself, he is selective about which things and situations warrant his attention while disregarding the things he does not feel are important enough.
Because of his sense of entitlement, he does not hesitate to manipulate and scheme to get his way. With enough motivation, coupled with his charm, shrewdness and ability to read situations and people easily, it is easy for him to influence and persuade others if he chooses. He can also be spiteful when crossed.
Pet?: Yes, a snowy owl named Pierre.
Background:
Francis’ name and reputation precedes the man himself. Descended from a formerly noble family, his pureblood father, Guillaume, is notorious for romancing a veela named Jeanne, and the result of the affair was Francis. Guillaume Bonnefoy was willing to marry Jeanne and legitimize Francis, but at the risk of being cast away by his family. Ultimately, Jeanne left both Guillaume and Francis for reasons she did not personally disclose, though it was obvious she did not want any conflict with the powerful Bonnefoy family and ruin Francis' chances at belonging to a family.
Guillaume married one of his cousins, Ludivine, as his family dictated, when Francis was only a year old. The couple raised Francis in the Bonnefoy manor, on the fringes of a magical community outside of Paris. Francis was doted upon, especially after the discovery that Ludivine could not bear children.
Francis' childhood was mostly happy; his parents, who were more great friends and partners than husband and wife, loved and pampered him. When Francis was eleven, he received his invitation to attend Beauxbatons Academy.
It was at Beauxbatons that he recognized his talents for Potions and Herbology, then realized that he wanted to utilize these talents to their fullest potential. Though the Bonnefoys disapproved of common work (having no need or inclination for it), Francis decided to train as a Healer and applied to Hogwarts University. Upon graduation, he received his acceptance letter and departed for England.
Though he first hated the climate, the culture (or lack thereof), and the environment of his new home, he has adjusted to it the way he has adjusted to Hogwarts. He is currently finishing his last year of Healer training, preparing for graduation after his exams.
However, he was recently told that the Potions professor will be retiring at the end of the year. Francis is now contemplating taking up the post for a certain amount time in order to remain in Hogwarts a little longer, since he greatly enjoyed his experiences in the university.
Relations with other characters:
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Sample:
(This is from another board unrelated to HP.)
The girl's glance could well be innocently curious, but Francis wondered whether he detected a coy twinkle in her eyes. That, and her reply was the closest to an invitation he would get. He never could resist fluttering lashes, which was probably why he too employed the technique sometimes when he flirted.
"Well then, let us keep the game simple and straightforward, shall we?" he said smoothly, his eyes firmly trained on the stars above. "I will guess the letters of your name, and you will tell me if I have guessed right or wrong on a particular letter. I will have a total of twenty guesses. If I cannot deduce your name by then, you can remain my anonymous evening star and I will die from the torment of not knowing." Sighing, his hand flew to his heart as if already anticipating the pain.
"But if I ever guess your full name and identity in time..." He finally turned to look at her, holding her gaze with his. "You may reward me with a token of your affection." His intense expression did not waver. "To be truthful, my lady, I find kisses to be the best reward."
Chuckling, Francis wondered if it was sadistic of him to think that the flustered girl was completely adorable. He watched for a moment longer, fascinated, as a color that could put the most passionate roses to shame bloomed upon her pretty face. Yet at the same time, he realized that he shouldn't overwhelm her so much.
Ah, the curse of beauty and charisma.
Francis' gaze softened as he leaned away from her, patting her hand carefully. He reminded himself that he had to be gentle with her.
"Well then," he said, stepping backward toward the balustrade, "shall I start?" He made a great show of pacing thoughtfully. After a moment, he paused to study her.
"I hope you won't mind if I group my first five guesses together. Let's see...I should say that you particularly inspire me to say the letters V, G, L, E, and...R." He took a step toward her for each letter, and when he was finally before her again, there was a hint of triumph in his voice."
"Well, my lady? Have I found - ?"
A loud crash from within cut off his words, and the echo of the noise soon drowned under an explosion of voices and screams.
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