Sons of Satan (Hetalia RP) Open!

[Zaphod Riker]

"It's entirely your choice... I really don't mind either way." Pearland says, trying to convince him that, while she didn't personally like it, she was willing to have the pup around if it made him happy. "It's ok, I mean it."

[katie;]

(( sorry... I'll just... I'll just leave for now... ))

[Paul Stamets]

Ah, non I...Crap now I feel like an ***hole. Ugh.))

Tino smiled. "Well alright, if you're sure!" He said, sounding quite relieved and happy. He would have hated to disappoint the adorable little dog and make her go home! "So how have you been?" he then asked, looking down at her and speeding up a bit to end up walking beside her instead of behind, Hana on the side of him that wasn't near Pearland.

[Zaphod Riker]

"I've just been running errands lately. I haven't been sleeping well either." Pearland admits, slightly opening up but still not saying all that was on her mind. Non. That would take a while longer for her to do. She wasn't one to speak up easily, as said, but she wasn't completely reserved, just shy.

[Paul Stamets]

"Ah, that's too bad." he said. "I'm usually out at night, so I know how you feel! Why do you think you're not getting sleep? You're not sick, are you?" He asked, sounding worried for her. Tino seemed so open and honest, almost the opposite of Pearland!

[Zaphod Riker]

"I think it's just stress from the job... As a postal worker, I mean. I keep getting packages without addresses and then I get yelled at for not delivering them..." Pearland shrugs. She also got stressed from her other jobs with the gang, but she didn't want him to know that.

[Paul Stamets]

"Ah, I see. I run my own shop, so it's not too bad for me." he said with a nod to follow. "Is there anything you can do about that? Tell them it's not adressed or something so they don't blame you?" Tino asked, looking over at her curiously.

[LyingLastBreath]

"Love hurts, but soon you'll feel nothing."

Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Alias: Kiss of Death
Region: Toxicos Ordnance
Gender: Male
Age: 25

Position in gang: Right Hand Man(?)
Nature of your job: Francis likes to take out the opponent, be it bloody or clean, that does not matter to him as long as the job gets done. The man is willing to take orders and follow them out, but he certainly won't stand for being anyone's servant.
Weapon of choice: Not knowing much about machinery, I'll just go with an average handgun.
Method of killing: A bullet to the heart is his method of choice, Francis doesn't mind tracking his opponents, but he often prefers luring them out of their safe zone. He's not really one to be trusted and will often try and gain the 'friendship' of others in order to lead them to their demise.
Other jobs: He owns a small flower shop in which he mainly grows roses, as they happen to be his preferred flower.

Background:
In the beginning he wasn't exactly the richest, he was a poor orphan living in the slums of France. Francis would commit petty thievery in order to make enough just to eat. Other times he would merely convince the passersby of his poverty. Eventually he found that he was a bit more skilled with words and acting and was able to get the attention of one of the nearby criminals. Whether for better or for worse, Francis was taken under their wing and was taught the art of cons and and of murder. Eventually Bonnefoy had to leave the streets he'd grown up on and find a place that didn't know his face as well. He, along with Pierre, his feathered companion, made it to the Toxicos Ordnance and started at the bottom, but after years of work trying to prove himself through trickery and death, he eventually made it to the rank he is at today.
Personality:
Francis is full of deceit. He is a liar and a conman, but he does what it takes to get what he wants. Bonnefoy can be rather charming, but it's often just to lower one's guard. At times the man can be quite wicked and selfish, but as long as he obtains what he desires, everyone else can wait a while. He can be a bit arrogant at times, and sometimes judges his skills higher than they truly are which can occasionally lead to trouble. He likes doing jobs for the group, even if they aren't the most glamorous of clean, as long as he feels he is helping their growth, it's all worth the trouble. He usually manages to pull off his schemes though, and if his words fail, he isn't afraid to let his gun do all the talking for him.
Appearance:
Francis Bonnefoy has somewhat chin length blonde hair which falls around his face a bit, he normally wears it down but can be seen with it up in a ponytail with a few loose strands at the sides. He has dazzling blue eyes and a charming face with a little bit of a beard growing. He likes to wear a black suit and has a holder on his belt for his gun, which he can easily tuck under his jacket if need be. He may often be seen carrying a rose, though it's color varies merely depending on what he decided fitted the day best.
Relationships:
None yet
Likes:
Francis enjoys flowers and nature, even if it may seem quite feminine for a man of his status. He also quite likes birds, especially his small white one named Pierre. Bonnefoy likes cats as well, even though they are quite the opposite from his feathered pets. They just sort of remind him of his past, a loner on the streets for a while, having to 'hunt' for his survival while somewhat lacking any sort of conscience.
Dislikes::
Francis could care less for dogs, it's not like he hates them, it's mainly the fact that they'll blindly follow their master, even if they're led to their death. He doesn't being crowded very much, it tends to throw him out of balance, especially since it's much harder to pull off a killing when there's a handful of witnesses to watch him lure his prey away, making things far to risky. Though Bonnefoy hates traitors, when he's the only target, that's one thing, but if his entire group is the victim, that's a completely different story. He sees no problem with betraying one, but even if he'd never admit it, he thinks of the group as the second closest thing he's had to a family and if someone were to harm them, he wouldn't stand for it. He also does not take rejection very well and it can cause his mood to swing downward quite heavily at times.
Hobbies:
Francis enjoys gardening and has quite the green thumb, he doesn't like to tell people about this though because it isn't particularly manly. He likes to spend time in nature whenever it's possible, but doesn't often get the chance with all the work he has to do. Francis doesn't mind spending time training Pierre either, though the small bird isn't very useful for his work, Bonnefoy enjoys his company and the bit of fun that comes with teaching him little tricks. Francis really doesn't care to discuss his hobbies to anyone though, feeling they could be used against him as they are quite pathetic.
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
Francis tends to speak a bit of French occasionally out of habit, however, he tends not to notice when he does so.
Roleplay sample:
Francis was prowling the dimly lit street, a slight sway in the way he walked, eyes fixed on the path ahead of him. There was no one from his group around, at least none that he knew about, and he was very careful to make sure it stayed like that. Rounding the corner he spotted a woman, she was small in figure and wasn't exactly the prettiest thing he'd seen before, but he recognized her face from the description he'd been given. Bonnefoy put on a warmer face and grinned charmingly, walking over to the lass.
"Salut beauté, what might one such as you be out so late?" He asked gently, lightly taking her hand and kissing it softly as he looked down into her eyes.
"Ah, I was just out for a stroll..." She answered quietly before smiling lightly at him. Francis was unable to pick up if she had an accent or not, but she was a close enough fit to the job he'd been given that he'd be quite surprised if she wasn't the right target.
"I hope you don't mind if I join you then." Bonnefoy said and began to lead her, taking to a quiet place a bit into an alleyway. He then stopped and turned to face her again, his eyes looking a bit more mischievous as they looked into the startled ones she wore. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll be taking your life now darling." He said, a sort of purr seeping from his throat as the hand that had been holding hers quickly switched to position over her mouth to keep her from screaming. The lady pathetically fought at him but he pulled the gun from his belt in a single motion. In one swift movement Bonnefoy removed his hand from over her lips, pushed her in front of him a little, and shot her strait through the heart. A scream had barely the time to escape as the life drained from her body.
Francis sighed and put his weapon away once more, "Another job, dead as she." He said quietly to himself before picking up the womans purse and tucking it away in his jacket. He placed a single rose petal over the shot in her chest before beginning to walk back to the group. His ever so slowly increasing madness masked by the grim expression he now wore.
Roleplayer: skyler277

[-Forever&Always-]

{I'm making my form~}

[Paul Stamets]

You know you're lazy when A form you've had for like 5 months is less prepared then Someone who just created one. I love it Skyler, accepted! ^_^ I didn't see any problems from what I read over.))