Post by Francis Bonnefois on Oct 7, 2011 1:13:43 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: Francis Bonnefois
Nickname: Frankie… Sometimes.
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Birthday: July, 14
Nationality: French, born in Marseille
Sexuality: Confused
Occupation: Starving artist. Works at a small, local café/bakery as a cook and waiter.
Family: Nothing decided yet. If you have any interest in plotting things out, PM me or send a message on skype: roulez.mon.patin
Further Information[/u]
Appearance: Moderate height for a man his age with wavy blond hair that just brushes his shoulders and hangs slightly lower in the back. He has a slight widow’s peak where his hair is parted in the front. It wouldn’t be unlikely to find an odd grey hair here or there. Expect complete and utter denial of this. Has prominent cheek bones, and a bit of a crooked nose. His eyes are a medium blue and thin. He has a bit of a beard, though even if he wanted it to, it won’t grow past a bit of scruff under his lip and the edge of his chin. Under his hair he has sideburns that end parallel to his ear lobes. His right ear is pierced on the cartilage furthest away from the rest of his head. He has long fingers, wears a ring on his ring finger but isn’t married. Some hair on his knuckles and arms, and a slightly toned body. He has a bit of a belly, but nothing excessive—he looks healthy to say the least. Often wears sweaters or button ups (or both), skinny jeans, and loafers.
Personality: Can be a bit of a jerk, but loves to please others at the same time. He’s a bit inappropriate (particularly in mixed company), but usually knows when to behave himself. He smokes at least one cigarette daily (5 at most on a bad day) and isn’t looking to stop anytime soon. He favors women, but recently has been at war with himself. He’s afraid of his desires, and afraid that he’s too lustful. He blames himself for the untimely death of his fiancée. He hates people who talk too much. He has awful apologizing issues.
Held Items: Always has a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, his empty wallet, and cell phone. Often brings a pocket knife to work to slice up apples for lunch breaks.
History[/u]
Was engaged to a sweet, dark-haired woman for three years, but she died in a car crash while they were discussing his suspicious, awful habits. As an artist, he spends a bit too much time studying how people sit or carry themselves, and she would often find him ‘gawking’ at men and women…. As well as some other habits he would rather not discuss. He was on the phone with her when she collided with another car. He regrets losing his temper over it and not having had time to tell her he loved her and that he was sorry. He will always blame himself for her death.
Inner Demon[/u]
Name: The bride
Behaviour: The bride drags itself along most often on its knees, head bowed, and arms bent at a grotesque angle in towards its chest. It lacks eyes, but has superb olfactory and auditory senses, and when it takes note of odd surroundings, straightens itself up into a standing, bow-legged position with sharp, fragmented bones jutting from would be kneecaps. It walks quite awkwardly with its legs parted at a strange angle, but is much faster on its feet. It tosses its head back, often making loud, strangled groans, gash in its stomach stretched wide. When attacking, it may draw its arms from the large gash in its chest to reveal large claw-like blades and bones where hands should be. Expect poor aim, but heavy, nasty blows.
Appearance:That’s not a garter belt, silly!
Current
Relationships:
Name: Francis Bonnefois
Nickname: Frankie… Sometimes.
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Birthday: July, 14
Nationality: French, born in Marseille
Sexuality: Confused
Occupation: Starving artist. Works at a small, local café/bakery as a cook and waiter.
Family: Nothing decided yet. If you have any interest in plotting things out, PM me or send a message on skype: roulez.mon.patin
Further Information[/u]
Appearance: Moderate height for a man his age with wavy blond hair that just brushes his shoulders and hangs slightly lower in the back. He has a slight widow’s peak where his hair is parted in the front. It wouldn’t be unlikely to find an odd grey hair here or there. Expect complete and utter denial of this. Has prominent cheek bones, and a bit of a crooked nose. His eyes are a medium blue and thin. He has a bit of a beard, though even if he wanted it to, it won’t grow past a bit of scruff under his lip and the edge of his chin. Under his hair he has sideburns that end parallel to his ear lobes. His right ear is pierced on the cartilage furthest away from the rest of his head. He has long fingers, wears a ring on his ring finger but isn’t married. Some hair on his knuckles and arms, and a slightly toned body. He has a bit of a belly, but nothing excessive—he looks healthy to say the least. Often wears sweaters or button ups (or both), skinny jeans, and loafers.
Personality: Can be a bit of a jerk, but loves to please others at the same time. He’s a bit inappropriate (particularly in mixed company), but usually knows when to behave himself. He smokes at least one cigarette daily (5 at most on a bad day) and isn’t looking to stop anytime soon. He favors women, but recently has been at war with himself. He’s afraid of his desires, and afraid that he’s too lustful. He blames himself for the untimely death of his fiancée. He hates people who talk too much. He has awful apologizing issues.
Held Items: Always has a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, his empty wallet, and cell phone. Often brings a pocket knife to work to slice up apples for lunch breaks.
History[/u]
Was engaged to a sweet, dark-haired woman for three years, but she died in a car crash while they were discussing his suspicious, awful habits. As an artist, he spends a bit too much time studying how people sit or carry themselves, and she would often find him ‘gawking’ at men and women…. As well as some other habits he would rather not discuss. He was on the phone with her when she collided with another car. He regrets losing his temper over it and not having had time to tell her he loved her and that he was sorry. He will always blame himself for her death.
Inner Demon[/u]
Name: The bride
Behaviour: The bride drags itself along most often on its knees, head bowed, and arms bent at a grotesque angle in towards its chest. It lacks eyes, but has superb olfactory and auditory senses, and when it takes note of odd surroundings, straightens itself up into a standing, bow-legged position with sharp, fragmented bones jutting from would be kneecaps. It walks quite awkwardly with its legs parted at a strange angle, but is much faster on its feet. It tosses its head back, often making loud, strangled groans, gash in its stomach stretched wide. When attacking, it may draw its arms from the large gash in its chest to reveal large claw-like blades and bones where hands should be. Expect poor aim, but heavy, nasty blows.
Appearance:
Current
Relationships:
- Arthur Kirkland - A cop! Seems nice enough. That accent is thick.
- Kyle Brown - Some kind of punk. Loud. Young.
- Naadra Boumhandi - Acrobat? Do not stand below her for fear of being landed on. Cute.
- Yao Wang - Clearly a man. ...In a dress. Well. Yes. Quite.