Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 26, 2010 23:41:43 GMT -5
Character Name:Francis Jean Bonnefoy
Country: France
Age: 31
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
Gender: Male.
Personality: Lover not a fighter. Francis does have some good qualities, he is a truly affectionate, playful and is a deep introspective soul. However these qualities are eclipsed by what a rotten sex driven person he is. He's also quite stubborn but is not so headstrong that he will do stupid things, he is a clever man even if he does not always show it, you could say he is a bit of a schemer and maybe even selfish. However he resents accusations he is selfish. Francis has a painfully immature sense of humour for someone his age. He enjoys teasing anyone willing to respond in a hilarious enough manner. At which point he will tease and pick on them endlessly.
Francis has an appreciation for the finer things in life, expensive food, cloaks, wine, fire whiskey, beautiful people...he just likes nice things and always enjoys the pleasures in life in according with his slightly laid back nature.
Background: Francis Bonnefoy grew up in France, all was beautiful and perfect, his mother was a Witch with a fairly pure blood heritage, his father was a muggle. Mrs.Bonnefoy's parents were not pleased with her passionate tryst with a muggle so she was promptly disowned. But Mrs.Bonnefoy did not care, she married for love something which she would lecture to her son. Yes. Cher Francis was brought up on the power of true love. It sort of took, Francis' is very romantic, loving and affectionate. He's just romantic, loving and affectionate to lots of different people. But it's completely unprejudiced as long as you're attractive enough. He was a fully fledged manslut by age seventeen.
He was looking forward to attending Beauxbatons in the South of France, however this was 'somewhat' ruined by Pangaea taking over the wizarding world and sending him to the nightmarish mountain top institute. He did not enjoy it there, but made the most of it making friendships and eventually joining the resistance against the evil witch.
Francis has always had an interest in Transfiguration, some would say dubious and ill-meant. He insists there's nothing dirty with is interest but it's a total lie he's totally only in it for the perverted perks. Under the iron-fist rule of Pangaea he learnt to be an animagus at the age of ninteen and was used as a spy against Pangaea posing as her pet cat. Do not asked what happened to her original cat. It is not a pretty story. You will not like it. Because of this he knows a lot of his students, but they will not know him unless he deflowered them, in which case he probably knows quite a few of them.
After Pangaea was defeated he became the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts, he would not have accepted if it weren't for the fact he was out of pocket and all his skills basically lay in sleeping at day and catching birds. Also do not tell him he turns into a British Shorthair, he will flip, cry melodramatic tears and bite his handkerchief.
RP Sample:
Let it be known, Professor Bonnefoy did not like Hogwarts, not because it was an awful place or anything. It was a perfectly nice castle. But...it just wasn't France. He missed the sunshine, the fine wine, the fashionable cloaks and robes. Not to mention the delicious food. This had all be replaced by terrible English grimness. Everything was so grey the sky, the clothes even the food. So Francis just felt so...grey and grim. And that was just not right, because Francis did not like that feeling, he wanted to feel pink and pretty. Or something that sounded just as nice but a bit manlier.
Marking this homework was not making him feel any better, he would often find himself going; “Mon Dieu! Why are these children so stupid?” but quickly remember that as their teacher it may well in fact be his fault. So The blond would decide that he should just mark the work like a mindless marking monster and no think too much about the stupidity of their answers. Eventually he would find himself staring out the window at the grey cloudy sky, perhaps he should get some nice paintings of happy families and kittens to cheer himself up.
It was at this point Francis began to read a particularly evocative essay, It had started off as an essay anyway, but the student seemed to gave up and descended into pouring their inner most feelings, not of love, but of hatred of him using some very inventive wizard swears. For some reason this cheered the blond up, knowing he had a student to mock and ridicule at every opportunity made him feel all warm and fuzzy. He gave a giggle and the essay full marks. Perhaps he would not need nice paintings of happy families and blue skies to cheer himself up.