Holly Heights

OOC INFORMATION
Player: Jackie
Age: 25
Personal Journal: heroique
Contact Info: plurk: inabunk, aim: clevergraduate
Other Characters: n/a

IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Francis Bonnefoy (France)
Age: Looks 26, but he’s older than your great-great-great grandfather, times 200. And prettier.
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Canon Point: Would it be lazy of me to say ‘present day’? Yes? No? Maybe? So. Present day it is.
Species: Nation
Gender: Male
Orientation: They say he’s attracted to whatever he finds beautiful. Man… woman… lava lamp. The gender hardly matters to the likes of France who is shown flirting with his fellows constantly whether they damned well like it or not. But, he’s France, so of course they like it! He is a man in a world full of those that adore playing hard to get. Totally.
History: hetalia wikia and wikipedia
Appearance: With some pals and flying solo, looking fab

Personality: France has a bit of a reputation for excess and the pursuit of pleasure among his peers. Actually, they would just dumb it down to describing France as an obnoxious pervert, but ‘they’ are Europe and since when have those old geezers necessarily gotten along ever? That’s right. They don’t get along at all, even with France’s influence spreading far and wide. He’s the dirty little not-so-secret in many Nations’ pasts. France would, of course, say that he has contributed many things in the course of political and cultural history in regards to his peers— but, who honestly wants to pat a guy on the back that will already play drummer boy to himself?

One of the most pertinent aspects of who France is happens to be his pride. He has enough to sink the iceberg that downed the Titanic. France is an old nation, though he doesn’t like his age being pointed out, vain as he is. The amount of good and bad that he’s experienced is impressive, if not cumbersome. He brags that he’s fought alongside many great men in his life and embraces his past because it is who and what he is now.

France is a passionate man that likes to share his opinion, whether or not you want it. It’s similar with his affection; he has a habit of being a perpetual flirt and making advances toward his peers. Secretly I like to think it’s to see them squirm, but he’s by no means a cruel man. He just has a lot to offer and he CANNOT KEEP IT TO HIMSELF, alright? Alright.

Eccentric describes him well. He’s flamboyant, flighty, and egotistical. He is a man that can argue about why the sky is blue, though he’ll excuse it as a sign of a great thinker. France truly flutters about at his own pace—if he doesn’t want to do something there’s a good chance he won’t do it in a timely manner. There’s wine to take in and places to go. His work ethic is at times pretty lackluster, which shows with one of his main hobbies being going on strike. Despite that, he has a sense of loyalty that’s a bit confusing at times but it runs deep. For instance, he defends Italy in refusing to spread rumors in one strip. Tearfully. Weird guy. In other instances it’s been shown that he’s pretty opportunistic; only offering help to his ‘friends’ if he got something out of it in return.

He didn’t get to be this old by being a stupid man.

In canon, he’s the character that seems to shine with answering the big questions. He’s seen reminiscing with a girl that strongly resembles Joan of Arc where he tells her that he believes those wronged by history will be reborn to live a normal, happy life—showing a side that really is philosophical and optimistic. In another strip he explains to a curious human what they are and what keeps them going. In both strips he’s quick to flutter away, but only after giving someone what they absolutely need to know.

Abilites: This is where I say he’s got the typical ‘nation’ power of being fairly strong and very hard to kill. Oh, he might physically die but the bastard comes back like a bad case of herpes. It would take something happening to his government and people to do any real damage to him. Also, he seems like he has the ability to retreat really fast, because who teleports?!
Other:


SAMPLES
First Person: Dear_Mun time

Third Person:

When France thought about death and himself visions of brimstone and traversing the great lake of fire came boldly to the forefront. The Catholic in him had assured him of it for all of his more colorful transgressions. Hail Mary could only do so much for a man as wicked and as old as he, after all. And yet, here he was a few months short of that prophetic Mayan calendar fiasco, pretty sure he wasn’t anywhere he’d ever been before.

There was no fiery lake. There were no tortured souls as far as the eye could see. No, the only unfortunate thing that registered on his mind was that it was a bright, sunny day and he had to squint because he lacked sunglasses.

He was in a lawn chair, lounging as if nothing was wrong in the world. This had not been the case when he went to ‘rejuvenate’ on that plush couch he’d had hauled into his office awhile back. So, he was either dead or dreaming.

France glanced around with a considering frown. No ladies. Not exactly owning up to the dream theory…

Quickly giving himself a onceover he affirmed that nothing was necessarily missing but he couldn’t quite shake the nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong. He was in a model backyard for starters—his backyard, though he didn’t know it yet.

Glancing at the house, he spotted the envelope and funnily, envelopes usually were the bearers of some sort of news and France was in serious need of enlightenment. What he got, however, was even odder than he’d originally thought possible.

You’ve been kidnapped but here’s some sweet perks; enjoy your stay!

 Promptly followed by another mildly horrifying caveat.

 “I am married?!”

 Okay. In hell.

OTHER
Housing Request?: Rome makes France go doki-doki.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Memorized it.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.