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* I'm gonna teach you to fly We've only tasted the wine We're gonna drain that cup dry .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS MARA, AND I AM 20. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT SIX YEARS, ON AND OFF. I FOUND FKAC AT RPG-DIRECTORY.COM. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF? THE CODE WORD IS PUMPERNICKEL. WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: PINJASAMURAI@YAHOO.COM
[/align]- - - - - Full Name, Sir Francis Bryan
- - - - Title, Lord Chief Justice of Ireland. - - - - Gender, Male. - - - - Sexuality, Heterosexual. - - - - Age, 24. - - - - Place at Court, Lord, knight, and confidant to king - - - - PB (Play-By), James Franco
[align=center] [/align]- - - - - Loves,
-New clothes -Venison -Wine (and mead, and ale, and so forth) -Women (oh, women) -Masques -Gambling -Tennis -Leading women on -His pet dogs -Writing poetry -Fencing -Jousting -The study of languages - - - - Loathes, -Attending church -Political debate (unless it leads to war) -The peasantry -His growing debt -Demanding women -Children -Infections of a "private nature" -His family -The Pope -The countryside -Monogamy - - - - Strengths, -Creative -Adept at languages (speaks Latin, French, German and some Italian) -Fiercely intelligent -Handsome -Athletic - - - - Weaknesses, -Short tempered -Overly indulgent -Immoral -Vain -Unfeeling -Impatient -Greedy - - - - Dreams, Francis very much wears his heart on his sleeve, and truly desires nothing more than to indulge his immediate desires. His one true wish is to have wealth without responsibility, and with his wanton spending and dwindling income, this dream is slipping away. - - - - Fears, Francis has a deep fear of death, which he will deny vehemently. He is also sharply aware of the dangers of his many escapades with women, and is afraid of having to shoulder the responsibility of a child. His primary fear is of debt, however, and the loss of freedom that comes along with the loss of money. - - - - Overall Personality, Francis is the ultimate playboy, and is perfectly content with the world knowing it. What the world doesn't know, however, is that there is a much darker side to Francis - a violent, almost sociopathic side that only reveals itself on very rare occasions. He delights in leading King Henry down paths of mischief and frivolity, finding joy in corrupting the highest power of England. This is a result of his deep mistrust of those in higher authority than him, especially those of religious persuasion. He often calls himself "the vicar of hell" to describe his attitude towards religion, and life in general.
Francis adores chasing after women of all sorts, and is almost constantly teasing, flirting with and leading on the ladies of court. He does grow very bored with women, however, and as soon as one has been "conquered", he will move on to his next target. His view of the fairer sex is not that they are human beings with feelings, but merely games to be played and won. However, a woman who can play him as well as he plays her is more likely to grab his attentions, and he will be infatuated with her for months, if she can keep the game going.
Beyond his womanzing and self-indulgence, Francis is also very intelligent. He is a master of language, and writes poetry with ease. He is very proud of his ability, and sees it as more evidence of his superiority. Though he easily could go toe to toe with any diplomat in matters of state, he is bored by politics, preferring to settle conflicts through jousts or combat.
A rake, libertine, and scoundrel. Francis Bryan is all of these, and perfectly happy about it.
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Thomas Bryan, father Margaret Bourchier, mother Margaret Bryan, sister Elizabeth Bryan, sister Mary Bryan, sister Anne Boleyn, cousin - - - - Overall History, Francis was born on April 9th, 1490, the first surviving son of Sir Thomas Bryan. His family was very well off, owning many tracts of land throughout the country. He was raised in court, and at a very young age, learned the nuances and behaviors men were required to know. While he was a stalwart young boy of court, he was treated with extreme harshness by his father. Constant beatings and regular verbal abuse turned Francis against almost all other people, particularly those with power above him.
At a young age, Francis took great interest in languages, and was adept at all his studies from Latin to cryptography. It was during this age when, being fawned over by both his tutors and other noblemen of the court, he developed his tremendous ego. It was also at this time when Francis first began to fence and joust. While not the most adept athlete, Francis had a terribly competitive streak, and would rarely give up even fighting opponents twice his age. While this competitiveness faded over time (giving way instead to more physical desires), he never lost his love for sport.
At the age of twelve, he was placed in the household of Sir Thomas Parr, and grew very close to the Parrs, and considered them more family than his own. It was also at this age where he grew close to Henry VIII, then Prince. Though they were certainly not the best of friends, Francis helped to feed Henry's desire for sycophancy, and Francis developed a love of manipulation. Francis remained close to the prince even through his coronation, where he became one of the members of the King's Privy Council.
[/font]- - - - - Roleplay Sample, For many days now, Francis had been waking up at the very wee hours of the morning, when the sky was barely lit with the pink and orange rays of daybreak. Perhaps it was the itching pain in his toes (not gout, surely?) or maybe it was the inescapable heat of summer, but he would use this time to wander the empty, endless halls of court, or peruse forgotten books and letters.
Francis felt at full health in the summer. It was in summer that tennis matches were played, that parties and masques were near constant, and where women were much more likely to fall into the heady sway of romance and passion. And while he considered himself to be a night owl of the very worst sort, Francis had to admit that the morning - haze still dipping over the fields and gardens - had a certain, quiet charm. It made him feel youthful, and contended.
This particular July morning saw a light rain, which Francis was thankful for. His head pounded from the previous night, and he was thankful there was no sunlight to make the pain even worse. He gritted his teeth as he stood, the movements still pounding in his head, as if accentuated by drums. Ah, well. He grinned boyishly, and raked his fingers through his hair. Tomorrow morning would certainly be no different.
As he dressed (green and gold - fitting colors for the season, if not the weather), he heard a soft sigh from under his sheets, and the sound of a body turning over. Damn! He had forgotten all about the German heiress he had bedded last night - Helene? Helena? - and began to dress much more quietly, as slowly as if he were underwater. He crept out the door backwards, not bothering to close it. If he could make it to the hallway, he was free. Maybe he'd ask one of the servants to bring her a fresh glass of milk, and then send her quietly on her way. He took large strides, and finally made it out into the spacious hall where people were beginning to stir. He would stroll down to the stables and select a horse for a brief morning ride, forgetting all about his generous thought of milk for the girl. The day would see games of tennis, strolling by fountains, languidly writing poetry about being in love with women he didn't know, and the night would see more wine and more song.
Yes, summer truly was the finest season.
[align=center] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY THATSNOTMYNAME ! @ CAUTION EDITED BY LANIE OF FKAC [/align]
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