Hey! This character is sort of my Wattpad 'persona.' This character in no way, shape, or form is this entirely me. I dislike making characters that are based off yourself like this, but I saw some authors posting their own characters, so I decided, why not?
Full Name: Marceau Bonnefoy.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18.
Sexuality: Straight.
Personality: Quite the odd sort, as described. He can be pretty quiet and distant when not introduced to, and can be easily mistaken for looking grumpy or uninterested. However, he's quite polite and soft-spoken when you meet him at first, trying to be as kind as he can to you. Once better knowing him entirely, Marceau is a determined boy who won't hesitate to get things done. He hates procrastinating and always has to try to be doing something productive. He's also quite awful with puns and his jokes, liking to drop them at any given moment. He can get upset easily, sometimes being a bit sensitive, but he'll often try to smile through it and play it cool, not wanting to concern you. He also worries to an extreme extent about those around him, no matter the situation. He always wants you to feel comfortable in a situation and he wants nobody to feel left out, so he'll probably ramble to you if things are awkward in a conversation. However, he can get jealous of others quite easily, tending to keep it to himself.
Looks: A mix of an average height, he's around 5'6". He's got fairly pale skin, described as the color of 'porcelain.' His hair is a bit wavy and thick, going a little bit under his ears as a dirty blonde color, though his hair gradually gets lighter from the top to the bottom. His eyes are a green-brown hazel, though they're often mistaken for a brown color. From other family line influences, he has a bit of a sculpted jawline and chin, being a bit more refined than normal. But, he has soft cheeks, those of which he had been born with.
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Likes: Chocolate, oranges, playing and watching soccer and lacrosse, learning other languages, studying Canada and French history, writing for fun, playing Nintendo, swimming, sewing, making costumes, crème brûlée, warm weather, listening to instrumental soundtracks, musicals, theatre, and acting.
Dislikes: Spinach, tomatoes, cold weather, American football, people who boast over the Internet or search for attention, joining fandoms only because they're popular, shows that have been ruined from fandoms, people who are ignorant about other world cultures and languages, writers who incorrectly write bilingual characters, and caffeine.
Hobbies: For sure, he has a wide range of hobbies. For starters, his first has to be video games- he loves any type of video games with a good plot line or gameplay, mainly Assassin's Creed, Dishonored, Halo. He also enjoys playing sports competitively such as soccer, lacrosse, kayaking, and swimming. He has various other hobbies in no particular order which include writing, drawing, watching anime, acting and being dramatic, watching YouTube, and exercising.
Backstory: Having French family influences, he was born in Reims, France, living there for about six years. He soon moved to Brussels, Belgium, for only a few years before moving to America. In America, he does enjoy everything much more, loving to meet all the different types of people there. He enjoys studying languages once there, being fluent in French, English, and learning the two languages of Chinese and Spanish. His dream job is to become a tour guide fora historical site or to become a translator for a major company.
Scenario: You're at the airport, heading somewhere. Apparently, this is the last flight of the day, and you've been delayed so much, until you found out, the flight was overbooked! So, they transfer you and someone else's flight to early in the morning, at 6am. It is 11pm currently. With a groan, you realize you and this person are the only ones left, but you aren't too worried, since he looks like a teenager. With a slight shuffle of his bags, he does switch seats and moves over towards you. "You and me are the only ones left, eh? This is so awful." The boy sighs a bit quietly, wanting to start up a conversation to lighten the mood.
