Thirteen things you need to know about Francis Bonnefoy;
flirteur: A flirt to his very core, Francis Bonnefoy has been known to have no boundaries. He will hit on anyone and everyone, it’s just part of who he is. Sometimes he just tries to pass it off as being very affectionate but anyone who falls for that will probably find themselves naked in his bed the next morning. Always satisfied, but more than a little embarrassed. At very least you'll have one of the best breakfasts you have ever had before you're booted out of his apartment, right?
passion: Upon his return to Liberty and discovering that Bon Séjour had been burnt to the ground, Francis decided that it was fate and started a brand new career. Why not share his sparkling personality and wonderful advice with the world? Or at least Liberty city. He started his own radio show known simply as “L’Coeur”, a helpline for those in need of a… bit of romantic aid.
travail: But since a radio show host isn’t exactly the most lucrative of careers and Francis was quick to find yet another new job to keep up his lavish lifestyle. With hair that good it was hisduty to help spread this along with his love advice. Saving one poor head of hair at a time for a... worth while fee. Opening a small, classy hair salon next to Theatricality- Gilbert’s adorable costume shop- he’s assembled himself quite the elite clientele. The two boast about how well they work together (even if the truth couldn't be farther from that)- now if they could only get someone to move into the empty office next to them and open a nail salon they could offer the whole package.
cuisine: Just because he abandoned his job as a sous-chef doesn’t mean he’s stopped cooking completely. He’s much too proud of his French heritage and still quite the daft had at it (thanks to a little expertise taken from around the world). Francis can make anything from a light and delicate soufflé to the heaviest and spiciest of pulled-pork sandwiches, and even a mean PB&J. He’s entertained the thought of even opening up a restaurant of his own but prefers to keep his cooking to private kitchens now where he’s free to cook what he likes, as he likes.
langue: Speaking of French pride, this carries on into Francis’ tongue. He loathes English and would like nothing more than to turn all of Liberty City French so they could all learn the beautiful language of love. In his own kind of protest towards the monstrous language, he’ll only speak it with a heavy French accent, usually intermingled with a smattering of French words and sometimes, for entire days, he will refuse to utter a single word of the disgustinganglais language.
conversation: But enough about how brilliant Francis is. There’s a big part of him that most people don’t really see, or, rather, he just hides it amazingly well behind the compliments about hair, the sly French tongue and those sultry blue eyes. Francis is a manipulator and when push comes to shove, despite being a leader in restoring love to the world, he is out there for himself most of the time and will do (almost) anything to (almost) anyone to have his way, even if it means seducing them. but that’s usually his favourite part.
amant: This doesn’t mean that Francis is a manipulator everytime he makes a move on someone. He does honestly love (almost) everyone he’s just a bit of an idiot at times. Being a leader for love, he is often a bit of a failure at times, almost naïve. He romanticizes everything and usually this gets him into a lot of trouble verbally and physically. Usually it's just best to swat his hand away and give him a pat on the head.
hobbies: He also has a surprisingly soft side when he’s not being a full of himself. With a few little odd hobbies that he doesn’t really brag about but does share with those that are close to him. He has a large number of potted plants kept in a sunroom in his apartment. These are all in wonderful shape and Francis usually spends his mornings talking to them while drinking his coffee and reading the paper. The smell of flowers mellows him out completely, especially lilies. Along with gardening, Francis also has a soft spot for photography. With both a Polaroid camera and a digital one, at times, Francis will spend entire days going around and taking pictures of whatever peaks his interest that day. There is an entire shelf in his bookcase dedicated to albums.
couture: Francis, being from France, considers himself the height of haute couture (a French term). Because well, it just makes sense, doesn't it? He is a very stylish man, from his clothes, to his hair, to what he reads and what kind of coffee he’s drinking (obviously it’s the same as what they’re serving at the Café Beaubourg on Rue Saint Merri). This has made Francis a pompous snob when it comes to his clear stylistic-superiority over everyone else.
famille: This hauteur spawned from his uncle Bonaparte- no, not Napoleon, but rather Léon. An old war veteran, he filled Francis’ head with stories of beautified French victories (yesvictories.) when they’d spend summers at his villa in Corsica. He often added to the pride by telling Francis about the great line of French nobility he was descended from. At the same time, he bullied Francis into learning fencing, something Francis is quite happy to throw into a conversation, after all, which girl doesn’t fall for a French knight-in-shining armor, non?
amusement: Because of his fencing, Francis has kept rather fit and this allowed him to engage it yet another activity. Liberty’s rave scene. Already knowing that he loved a good party after his cross-world adventure, Francis was quick to jump on the French techno scene upon his return to Paris and, later on, Liberty’s raves. He doesn’t go often, just when he feels the need to do something wild (and maybe just pick up a few people to take home).
technologie: However this love of techno does not equate to skills on the technical side of things. Francis is inept with technology of almost any kind; televisions, VCRs, DVD players, phones, iPads, and anything else that new fandangle Granny Smith company comes out with. Francis cannot handle them or even begin to try and comprehend them (read: they actually scare him a bit). He has a Macbook and can receive emails and reply to them but that was after a month of intensive training and he has no wish to go back to them. After all, technology is just pulling people apart! Love is more important than updating his Bookface or whatever it’s called.
d'un certain âge: Some of this technology-fail (read: all) can be blamed to Francis’ almost-middle age. When not gloating about his prowess in bed or his fabulous taste in food, usually when he has had a few drinks or is around friends and family, he complains about how old he is. He will talk about his creaking bones or his sore back and his need to go to bed early and sleep in late (and often uses it as an excuse to sleep off his hangovers).
And one thing Francis would not want you to know;
Francis hates being alone and there is a very important, and very personal reason why.
When he was young, Francis was in love. He had a girlfriend when he was in his late teens, a beautiful young woman called Jeanne de L’Arc. Francis would do anything for her and had promised his life to her but the romance was not to last. Taken from him after a long fight with cancer, Francis was completely ruined. Instead of moping, Francis left Paris as soon as he could, too much reminded him of his lost love. This was the start of his shenanigans around the world, allowing him to see the world and almost forget the woman.
Settling down two years after leaving, first in Paris, then later on in Liberty, his fear of being alone never left him and this is the true reason for his need to have someone in his bed almost every night and to surround himself with people. At the same time it's become the reason why he also refuses to have those people stay in his life, terrified to open himself up again and lose someone again.
This is also the source of Francis’ adoration of flowers and lilies in particular as they were Jeanne’s favourite.
The machines buzzes quietly through Francis’ small spare room, equipment freshly set up and a very content looking Frenchman holding a few letters as he sits comfortably in a large, plush chair. It had taken a sizeable amount of money, sure- but money was something Francis had, something he still had to spare to a certain extent.
So it was with the greatest confidence and assurance that at precisely 5:00pm that night he pressed the ‘on air’ button for his brand new, utterly wonderful, radio talk show.
“Boujour and bienvenue to 104.5~ L’Cœur with your trés super host, Francis Bonnefoy. Oui, oui, I am sure you all ‘ave missed me in zee time I ‘ave been absent, but despair no longer! I am pleased to announce zat you will ‘ave my trop beau voice keeping you company through out zee evening, offering love advice and whatever else your heart may desire~”
He shifted a few pages around chuckling to himself and grabbing the first letter.
“I can see zat some of you wonderful people already found my internet site zat I started a little bit back and I would be more than happy to read an email or two with your undying… ador…ation? Quoi? Qu’est-ce que-”
There’s a pregnant pause over the air waves as he reads over the short letter again, his normally calm and easy expression turning into a hard furrow between his eyebrows.
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Dear eejit, what the hell is with you and meddling with peoples love lives? Don't you have anything better to do?
-Mac
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“Well ‘mon cher’ Mac.” he deadpans, “You certainly 'ave no appriciation for my help and are obviously jealous of my ability to offer my help to others. Per’aps you should take ze stick out of your derriere and go get laid.”
Francis clears his throat and his voice returns to it’s low, calming tone again.
“Well, let us see if another letter is any better oui? Ah- ‘ere is one! Oh- Zut alors this poor thing! Elle s’appelle… Iztel. Bon, Iztel ma belle, you are ‘aving un peu trouble avec… âge? Ecote.
Âge is a number that defines not zee passions and true love in life, you do not see a number on someone’s forehead! You see their heart, their soul and zat is all zat truly matters in this world! Age, race, gender mean nothing in zee name of love, they are factors that distract one from another’s soul!
So my advice for you is to not put zat… ‘seven year difference’ label onto what you ‘ave. Zee true enjoyment and bliss will only come when you are able to put those things be’ind you both and just love each other!
Plus older men are always much better in zee bedroom, rest assured.”
It’s with a pleased sigh that Francis put away the letters again, glancing up at the clock and yawning away from the microphone. His hand lifts and hovers over the on/off air switch as he finishes up speaking.
“Eh, bon- mes amis I am afraid I must leave you without zee sound of my voice for a bit! But worry not, I ‘ave prepared a wonderful mix of French singers and music for you zat you are sure to enjoy~
Je t’aime~ See you all next time on 104.5, L’Cœur~”
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