Francis Bonnefoie

Name – Francis Bonnefoy
Country of Origin – France
Age – 29
Birthday – 14 July
Job – Transportation

Personality – (At least one paragraph)
Francis Bonnefoy comes off across as a nice and understanding person who liked to joke and tease his closer friends. Not afraid of innuendoes and approaching people, he’s all smiles and kisses. Patient and doting. All of this is true except you wouldn’t ever know. Francis Bonnefoy is a con-artist. He will be anyone to get what he wants –who he wants.
But to those he likes, he will be kind and try his best to be good to them. He would help them with whatever they ask. The problem is you wouldn’t know if Francis actually likes you until he says it. Off the job, he never jokes about his feelings. Honest to a fault, and yet a liar all the same. Even Francis himself can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s just the way it’s always been.
As much as he observes the world around him and tries to get close to people he rarely ever really opens himself. His childhood was trauma, and he locks it away and hides it behind his smiles. His life sometimes gets the better of him and his bitterness and frustration leeks through his masquerade. But he is an actor through and through- he plans on seeing the show to the end.

Appearance – (At least one paragraph)
Handsome. Beautiful. Attractive.
Francis Bonnefoie could be the perfect model. His pointed figures and broad shoulders draws many eyes. He has a smile that brightens the room and is given to all. He doesn't enjoy scowling thinking it bad for the skin. But his brows will furrow together in frustration at many times. his hands are big and capable. (at what, he'll let you decide.) His sun blond hair and blue eyes always make him look rather cheerful and arrogant.

Reason for Recruitment - (At least one paragraph)
Francis Bonnefoie was perhaps not the first choice but was still a close second. A professional con and escape artist as well as one of the best get-away drivers any cop had ever had to chase. Brought before top officials representing le Gouvernement Francais he was interviewed and de-brief.
“And it’s not like there’s anything holding me to jail.”
The truth is despite his many years as a wanted criminal Francis could be considered a national hero. The only reason he was caught was because he saved a passenger flight from a terrorist attack. He spent a year in prison while the government collected bits and pieces of the past of this elusive man.

History – (At least two paragraphs)


Francis Bonnefoy was only 9 years old when his parents died leaving he and his little sister Jeanne orphans. Living in a small poor town in France, they were separated. Jeanne was sent to be cared for in a girl only orphanage ran by nuns; while Francis lived in the residential school for boys with difficulties. The first few months were hard for both of the siblings. But it was Francis who struggled the most. In his youth he was small and often mistaken for a girl, in a school full of rowdy and restless boys he would often get bullied by them. He felt distant from the boys his age and longed to be with his precious little sister. So every night Francis would ask to see his sister and every night they said he would have to wait for Sunday. But Sundays were far and Francis wasn’t allowed more than an hour alone with Jeanne. The time together was much too short and it was hard to feel happy in each other’s presence, but Francis would smile and tell his sister that everything was well and that soon they would be together forever -that this couldn’t keep them apart.
But as time went on Francis learned that he was growing more and more restless from living in such a different environment. He couldn’t wait for Sundays anymore, One day he stole a book from the book shop, and sneaked away from his school one night. Darting his way across town he reached the convent where his sister lived. Sneaking past the gates he pushed through some bushes to get to the girls dormitory window. Looking inside he saw at least twelve girls all ranging in age, just like back at the school. It was dark, the only light came from a small lamp in the hallway. Francis stayed there for a moment trying to guess where his sister slept. After a moment of restless shuffling from foot to foot, he decided to open the window. Just as it was half way open a figure sat up in bed, and Francis knew the person saw him, he ducked and held his breath- maybe she didn’t see him. Maybe God would be merciful just one time and-
“Hey.” He looked up and saw an older girl looking down at him. In the moonlight Francis could see long wavy brown hair, her face had sharp and strong features, she gave him a rather disapproving glare. ‘”What? Just a brat? What are you doing here?” She moved from the window a bit giving him room to stand up, she could see leaves stuck in Francis’s dirty hair. He replied silently, not sure whether or not he should divulge this girl valuable information that could get Francis in so much trouble. He looked her in the eyes with a determined expression. “I’m here to see Jeanne.”
She laughed, “She’s not too young for you, mon grand?” His stare didn’t waver. The girl shrugged and made her back in the dormitory, she went to a bed and gently shook another girl awake. This one when she sat up Francis saw that she was a lot shorter than the older girl and Francis smiled-ma soeur. The little girl rubbed her eyes sleepily- looking up she noticed her brother in the window.
It was the beginning of many secret escapes for the siblings, Francis would read to her and she would listen. They realised that they didn’t really want to speak about their current lives, which was why they would read together. Francis was never caught by the teachers or by the sisters. And when he was really starting to believe that things were getting better, the pion called for him.
His sister was being adopted.
The family already expressed that they only wanted a daughter and not an older boy in the family, so Francis would have to remain here at the school. Jeanne was to be taken far away. So far that Francis could never run over for a midnight visit. He was allowed to see her one last time, before she leaves the next day.
That night, Francis committed his first crime.
He kidnapped his sister.
After days of living on the streets, walking through fields and cities, it was only until his sister broke down and cried that Francis found their solution. The circus: a world full of magic and light, a sanctuary for all of the world’s runaways. It was there that he met the ringmaster’s sun, Montagne-Russe. And that was how Francis will always remember him to be like- a roller coaster. One day he was bright and happy the next angry and violent -but always Montagne-Russe was cunning. Montagne-Russe allowed Francis to stay with him at the circus on exchange that he basically be his slave. But Francis didn’t feel like a slave. More like his apprentice and keeper. It was a small price to pay to be able to stay with his sister Jeanne. Francis quickly realised that this circus wasn’t just that- it was home to murderers and thieves. The ring master being the boss of it all -drug trade, human trafficking, anything and everything that broke the law could be pinned onto this circus of great reputation.
Francis really believed being a slave to a boy only a bit older than him very lucky.
The boy learned a lot at the circus, how to wield a gun when it was his turn to do night watch. How to kick a person twice his size down. Everything he needed to know to be a criminal he learned it there. At the circus. And with each year Francis and Jeanne grew more and more beautiful. Just walking down a street the two sibling seemed to capture attention. One night Francis realised that attention could be really bad. He was 13 years old the night the old ring master had too much to drink. It was the same night Montagne-Russe killed his father in anger that the man had touch what wasn’t his. Francis returned to his room where Jeanne slept peacefully. And he realised that the same could happen to her.
It was just a matter of time. Even with Montagne-Russe as the new Ring Master, it was just a matter of time. So on his sister’s twelfth birthday a year later, Francis did what he knew best. Run away.
Stealing one of the circus’ car, he and Jeanne eventually found themselves on the Atlantic border. He got them onto a ship sailing for North America. And for two years they fell under the radar. Buring that time Francis became obsessed with cars, boats, trains, planes -anything and everything that could get you from point A to B. The person who hosted the two runaway was a mechanic, who only fed Francis’ love for vehicles. Francis often tested out everything the man worked to be sure it was in working order.
Through unfortunate twists and fate, the two of them couldn’t escape the law and were deported. The economy in France reduced them to go back to their bad habits. Stealing and lying their way to survive.
And it was at this time that Francis and Jeanne both in their teens gained their wanted status. And ever since then they were on the run. Con artists and robbers the two became known as France’s very own Bonnie and Clyde. They were simply known as the Bonnefoies’. And the public hated and loved them at the same time. They became a new cultural icon. And Francis and Jeanne thoroughly enjoyed it. Meeting all kinds of people and traveling all over Europe. They lived the high life.
Until the day that their repute and skills were used against them.
Jeanne was abducted by a terrorist group, forcing Francis to help them high jack a plane. They were going to get away with it to, until Francis turned on them. Taking back control of the plane and landing it to safety. He loved that brief moment, the moment when he realised he was flying the giant machine. Man’s greatest work. The happiness lasted only briefly as the man who held his sister hostage called him and shot his sister over the phone.
Now there was no longer a point of running anymore.

RP Sample – (At least two paragraphs)

The spotlight was bright, and Francis was vaguely reminded of the fourth Harry Potter book, as he sat in a chair in a grand and dark room. He was seeing shapes and yet no faces. He knew that for the second time in his life, he was being judged. But Francis was already living his sentence. He was convicted two years ago for all his years as a criminal –honestly Francis was surprised he wasn’t sentenced to death. He was caught was terrorist after all…
“We shall continue this hearing in English.”
That was new, the Frenchman quirked his eyebrow. His hair was long much longer than he normally kept it and his face wasn’t shaven. In jail there was no one to impress. The chained man smirked and answered back in his native language.
“Is this a language efficiency test?”
“Yes.”
He hummed in a small joking smile on his lips. He tilted his head his long blond hair fell down the yellow coloured locks were messy and unkempt. But behind the stumbles and the grunge look, blue eyes shone with interest and cleverness. He was having fun.
“What if I failed?”
“You would return back to Nouveau-Bastille.”
“Ah, so if I pass I may get a ticket out?” They walked right into the informative trap. So this is what he wouldn’t allow himself earlier to hope for. A ticket out, it may not have been the way he expected it but -beggars can’t be choosers as they say.
“Luckily for me, I have spent quite some time in North America and England. And when you travel around Europe, that language is a universal pass.” His French accent was absent from his little speech. As if he was mocking them, and the language itself.
“We are aware.” The voice from one of the figures added as if to patronise him. Francis smile vanished as his eyes locked onto the silhouette. So they’ve done it. They’ve finally gathered the background check. Maybe this whole charade was for them to declare his story to the world. Francis looked up to the light on the ceiling, it hurt his eyes but he didn’t blink.

(this was part of my original history, figured I'd just add it here. OTL)

Out of Character:
Name – Julia
Age – 19
Time Zone – EST standard.
Contact Info – julia.maple23@hotmail.com