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Francis Humbert

"She must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half-deserved."

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a character in “eBAE”, as played by RjWaltz

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Francis Humbert

"She must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half-deserved."

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BASICS
Name: Francis Humbert
Nickname(s): Frank, Frankie, Humbert
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Bartender / Aspiring Actor
Faceclaim: Callum Turner


ON THE SURFACE
Height: Francis stands at a bolstering six feet, or, as he refers to it, one hundred and eighty three centimeters.
Physical Appearance: Francis likes to dress in a semi casual way, which he believes helps him stand out in the crowd of his under-dressed peers. He is usually seen wearing a grey or white shirt with a black or grey sport jacket over it. Given the choice, he tries to wear fashionable jeans of a black or grey colour. He has to match, after all.
Normal Attire: Francis tends to dress between semi casual and formal attire in the company of others. However, when he is alone and has no one to impress, he enjoys lounging about in a stained blue jumper and matching jogging bottoms.
Accessories: While not usually worn, Francis is usually seen sporting a pair of shades, usually around his neck. While working at the bar, he has a tendency to bite and nibble on the end of the right earpiece when he's concentrating or nervous. He's completely unaware of the tick, since no one has yet pointed it out to him.
Other: Francis has a secret tattoo on his right shoulder blade of the comedy and tragedy faces. He finds it distasteful, and refuses to show it to anyone. Almost no one knows of its existence.


ON THE INSIDE
Personality: Francis is fiercely competitive. As a result, he has a hard time keeping friends around who are looking to become an actor like he is. Despite his obsession with being the best, he is a caring and thoughtful person to those around him. His select group of friends consider him a real stand up guy, loyal to a fault, and dependable. In secret, Francis is obsessed with appearances. He will go out of his way to make sure someone likes him, and then he will use their feelings to put himself forward in his goals. Hardly a bad word is said about him, which is carefully and meticulously planned with every action he takes.
Strengths: Francis is a superb actor, according to his friends. When he lands a role, he seems to disappear into it, becoming completely obsessed. Due to this, he has little time to lounge about and be lazy. With his ambitions, he also craves attention from others, and is quite the social butterfly.
Weaknesses: Because of his chosen career path, Francis is quick to anger. He also can be quite petty and insulting to the other actors working with him, making him a little difficult when he's riled up. He has a need to be in the spotlight, and has an intolerance for waiting too long to do something.
Likes: Acting, People, Being Adored, Tanned skin (on other people),
Dislikes: Boredom, Strawberries, Inquisitive Questions, Emotionless People, Being Ignored
Other: The system isn't perfect. Francis is terrified that he'll be found out as a fraud and lose everything he's worked so hard to maintain. As a result, he has kept his distance from entering romantic relationships, because he thinks that a brilliant girl will see right through him if she were to get a close enough look.


"History": Francis was born and raised in Derbyshire, in England. Since he was young, Francis dreamed of gracing the big screen, and being worshiped by millions. His mother, a fiery Irish barmaid, tried dissuading him from his career path by encouraging him to follow in his father's footsteps as a real estate broker. Francis ignored his mother's advice and snatched up every stage play role he could find. His father, a wealthy Englishman, encouraged his passion and got him the best schooling money could buy. Seeing a dwindling market of movie roles for young actors, Francis begged his father to send him across the pond to the United States, where he knew he could make a splash as the next new awkward Hugh Grant.

However, Francis quickly discovered that the acting scene in the city he moved to wasn't quite what he expected. Thinking quickly, Francis took a page out of his mother's handbook and became a bartender, figuring that the interactions with others would bolster his skills. He took to the job a little too well. Fearing that he would be stuck behind the bar for the rest of his life, Francis doubled down on his acting auditions, often forgoing sleep to make it to the next audition. He stole the mannerisms of his best customers, with mixed results. Francis has earned a few bit parts in the city, but nothing to really make his name stand out. Frustrated, Francis perseveres to strike out on his own.


eBAE FILES
The Perfect Date: Francis cares very little about the setting of a date, as long as it's a place that has at least a few people around. He'd much rather walk and have a deep conversation with his date than sit silently across a hundred yard table spearing a salad with a fork.
Francis' three choice adjectives: Creative, Passionate, and a little Intimidating
How Francis feels about eBae: Francis would scoff at the idea of even going near such a place, feeling that the best relationships are organic and with human beings, not some synthetic doll or robot. If confronted, he would make a small smug joke about it and change the subject, because, secretly, the idea of being compared to a lifeless husk of data terrifies him.

So begins...

Francis Humbert's Story

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Having been assigned to one of the few rooms whose windows faced the front of the house, Renne pushed the white curtains aside in order to look down at the car that was pulling up the driveway. The sleek black doors opened and out stepped a person-- someone else who would be residing in this mansion for the few following weeks. Renee did not know who else was coming to this session since everything was kept anonymous prior to the hook-up, but either way, she could not tell whether the person outside was a human or one of the machine people. Baes, they were called, but to Renee, this concept was still all too bizarre for her to be able to call them that.

It was the first person she had seen in the since being hooked up apart from the driver who hadn't spoken a word to her, the red-haired Eva, who had introduced herself as the estate's hostess and completed her check-in, and a bellboy who had escorted her up to the assigned room she was now in. Of course, it had been an hour since her arrival and Renee had not left her room. Perhaps everyone else was already here and had just stayed in their rooms like she had.

With a sigh, she let go of the curtain and took a step back. The room was nice-- the dark wood, the white and burnt yellow accents, and the industrial design undeniably created the perfect room for the young writer. If it had not been for her greater purpose, Renee was sure to have spent her days lounging in the room, writing in the ocean of earth tones.

A beep! caught her attention and she walked over to the door. Next to the door, on the wall, was a screen with the words, Message from Eva, in bold letters. Renee had been told that she would have screens in her room from which she could order things, call the staff, and receive messages. It was one of the few things she had been told since arriving here, actually. Clicking on the bold letters, an invitation popped up:


Renee,
You are cordially invited to an event in the back patio at seven.
Food will be served there.
- Eva, hostess


Renee looked at the message for a few moments. She really wished a friend or someone she knew would have walked her through all of this, or that they would've been clearer about it all. Closing down the message, Renee returned to the chair and table where she had placed her luggage. Pulling out her phone, she tried to check on the signal. Nothing, of course. It made sense since there was no reason there would be data, the only way to contact the outside world was by asking Eva and setting a direct connection, but Renee still had decided to bring her cell phone along since it contained her phone numbers and some other important information in regards to her writing.

She looked at the time at the top of the screen. Seven-- that meant she had an hour and a half to get ready. The thought made her laugh. Get ready to meet a fictional person that she didn't even know how they looked. What had her life come to? And it was all for the sake of writing.


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Renee had gotten ready pretty fast, putting on a simple black Peter Pan dress. She had been writing when she heard her alarm, which she had put so she didn't lose track of time. Saving her file and closing her computer, Renee stepped off the bed, put on her shoes, and made her way out. Opening the door, she looked down at the ground, where she saw a small white box. Frowning, Renee picked it up and opened it. Inside, there was a small purple pin and a note that indicated that she should wear it. Doing as instructed, Renee put the pin on the left side of her chest before tossing the box towards a chair inside and starting down the hall.

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Francis drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car as he drove down the road. Despite all of his time in the country, he still had to tell himself to drive on the correct side. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered like mad as he drove. To distract himself, he turned on the car stereo.

"Hey!" a voice shrieked out, nearly causing him to wreck.

"My God!" he barked, "Jerry, you scared the daylights out of me! Wait, why can I hear you?"

"I called the phone in your car," he replied, "Are you there yet?"

"That's none of your business," Francis remarked matter-of-factly. He drummed his fingertips against the steering wheel in annoyance. "Remind me again, why am I going to this, again?"

"Because you're helplessly inexperienced in love," Jerry explained, laughing, "You can't expect to nab any romance roles if you have no experience with the fairer sex."

Francis groaned his reply, "Fine. I still can't believe that you talked me into this. I bet this woman I'm going to get paired with is some old crone with pop socks and fancies her bangers pre-chewed."

"Sorry, I can't understand anything you're saying. Speak English," Jerry joked.

"I'm hanging up, now," Francis fumbled about with the dials until the radio started up again. As soon as he was rid of Jerry's incessant whining, Francis spotted the mansion looming in the distance. He cut off the radio and pulled into the car park. Okay, Francis. This is no big deal. You're just an actor researching a role. It doesn't matter if she looks like the business end of a rabbit hole. You can handle anything that is thrown at you. After a few deep breaths, Francis stepped out of the car and headed into the mansion.

His breath was stolen by the pristine white walls, arching doorways, and shimmering glass chandelier that greeted him. He adjusted his sport jacket and headed towards the stairs. Groaning, he began his slow ascent, grumbling under his breath. Francis fished the invitation out of his pocket and looked at the instructions inside. Well, I get there can't be a lobby, since this isn't a hotel, he thought to himself. Francis made his way to the third floor, generally surprised by the lack of people in the mansion. Surely, someone must've seen him come in. The thought of big muscly attack dogs crossed his mind, but he shook his head. The violet pin that he received proved that he had every right to be there. Once he found his room number, Francis opened the door and stepped inside. The view from the window pointed out the back of the house, where he could see the faintest whisper of a beach in the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief. Francis stretched his arms high above his head and let out a long, low sigh. If nothing else, at least I can get a tan, he thought, a smile crossing his face.

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Renne saw some people even before she reached the back patio, but did not hear a lot of conversation. She bit her lip, stopping at the open sliding doors, once she caught sight of pins like her own but with different colors. Not too far from her, she saw a woman with a red pin and a man pulling a red pin out of his pocket. Her eyes glanced back down to her own; Renee had forgotten the color since she had thought it wasn't too important, but she supposed that she should look for someone wearing a pin of the same color.

What an odd way to pair people up, Renne thought. As a writer, she would've written this moment differently. Of course, she supposed this was a way for the system to speed things up, considering that not every vacation was as long as this session.

With a small sigh, she stepped out. The patio was decorated very minimally, with small lights creating an atmosphere between darkness and light that made everything seem warmer. There were several people walking around with drinks and Renee was quick to grab a sparkling drink for herself. She wasn't one to break rules in terms of drinking but here in eBAE things were different. Or at least Renee hoped since she hadn't been told not to do it since she supposed it would have no actual effect on her real body.

Grimacing a little at the taste of alcohol, Renee was reminded why she didn't even care to drink in the first place when she visited France.

So, she put her drink back into a tray to be taken away. Renee had better things to do than stand around and drink something she didn't like. She needed to find whoever had that purple pin.

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Francis opened up his eyes. He leaned up in a sitting position, stretching. As he let out a long yawn, his phone rang. Drowsy, he reached down and grabbed it.
"What," he mumbled into it.
"Hey buddy! Have you seen her, yet? Does she look like a troll?" Jerry yipped excitedly. A Francis' heart jumped into his throat. He looked at the clock on his phone.
"Yeah, she's bloody hideous. Look, mate, I gotta go," he quickly hung up the phone before Jerry could reply. Francis jumped up off of the bed and frantically threw his clothes on, cursing to himself. Since he had arrived early, he must've dozed off while waiting for the party to begin. Francis, you perfect idiot. There's no way she'll let you live this down. Way to make an impression. Throwing his sport jacket on, he ripped the door open and quickly sprinted down the hall. Francis tore down the stairs, avoiding eye contact with the mansion's staff as he passed. He stopped in the hall outside of the meeting area, gasping for breath. Looking around to make sure no one could see him, he smoothed out his ruffled feathers and stepped out towards the back patio with a confident swagger. As he walked, he caught glimpses of others wearing pins that weren't the same colour as his own. His heart sank. I left the bloody thing in my room! I bet I did. Trying to be as subtle as possible, Francis fished through his pockets for the violet pin. His fingers closed around a cold bit of metal, and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

As Francis stepped out onto the back patio, he caught a glimpse of a woman sipping some alcohol. He stifled a laugh at the sour expression on her face. He watched with a passing curiosity as she set the glass back onto a server's tray. As the staff member walked past, he reached out and grabbed a fresh glass for himself and headed over towards her. Thanks to the low light, Francis couldn't see if she was wearing a pin, not to mention what colour it might be. Shrugging, he approached her. Might as well have a bit of fun while I wait for my date, eh?

"Hey," he greeted her. Francis stepped past her, his eyes gazing off into the distance. "You drink that bubbly like you're a teenager," he laughed. He placed his free hand on the railing, brushing the fairy lights wrapped around it to the side. Francis took a long sip of his champagne, trying his best not to wrinkle his nose in disgust. This is, perhaps, the worst champagne on the planet he thought, gritting his teeth. He turned to the woman, smiling.

"Are you here for the 'romantic getaway', or did I catch you on your break?" he inquired.