RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 25: TANGLE!
06-06-2017, 06:49 AM
Username: Agenfresh
Name: Francis l'Oranje-Flavoire
Species: French
Gender: French
Color: French (actually vive la france)
Description: Francis is a noble formed from the intermarriage of living interpretations of the Netherlands and France. The slurry from such incestuous couplings in between countries have given rise to many other beings that stalk this strange and metaphorical world, but none so fresh and tasty than this spindly, pink man-shaped scion of France. His robes are green and orange, the noble colors, and weave in patterns on the hems suggestive of grafted tree branches, with the sleeves hanging low on his arms. A kindly aunt, Elizabeth Tibbets O'County, a daughter of California, granted him that particular gift, as well as a set of orange-shaped cufflinks that smell delicious.
Items/Abilities: Francis knows oranges, everything about the plant, the color and the concept altogether, a preternatural talent earned from his ancestry and a gift from his doting aunt. Under his hands and his name, oranges of every breed and every type come blooming forth from the ground. This talent has lent itself to rumors that Francis may in fact be an incarnation of the Principality of Orange itself, though we may never know the true taxonomy of the Orange line: the ancestries and couplings involved create a web that we may never be able to unravel in this metaphorical context. But back to the scion.
Francis personally prefers oranges with a low-to-middling acid content, to add a little tang to the taste, but not too much. He has a liking for navel oranges, especially those his aunt sends him. He wishes everyone else would like oranges as much as he does.
Around him bloom orange groves, and around him the smell of ethylene fills and ripens the air. They must have his blessing, thematically and literally, for his breed of orange are the sort that do not brook refusal.
Biography: The fact is, Francis is little more than a boy, a little less than a man, and definitely not ready for his duties and investigations. His parents, if they can be called that, care little for micronations or the interpretations thereof, and most children of such unions are sent into the less metaphorical world, sans metaphorical power, to make something of themselves. But Francis has a powerful ally in his aunt, and has been given far more power than he should have been. It's a good thing all he wants to do is breed oranges.
Name: Francis l'Oranje-Flavoire
Species: French
Gender: French
Color: French (actually vive la france)
Description: Francis is a noble formed from the intermarriage of living interpretations of the Netherlands and France. The slurry from such incestuous couplings in between countries have given rise to many other beings that stalk this strange and metaphorical world, but none so fresh and tasty than this spindly, pink man-shaped scion of France. His robes are green and orange, the noble colors, and weave in patterns on the hems suggestive of grafted tree branches, with the sleeves hanging low on his arms. A kindly aunt, Elizabeth Tibbets O'County, a daughter of California, granted him that particular gift, as well as a set of orange-shaped cufflinks that smell delicious.
Items/Abilities: Francis knows oranges, everything about the plant, the color and the concept altogether, a preternatural talent earned from his ancestry and a gift from his doting aunt. Under his hands and his name, oranges of every breed and every type come blooming forth from the ground. This talent has lent itself to rumors that Francis may in fact be an incarnation of the Principality of Orange itself, though we may never know the true taxonomy of the Orange line: the ancestries and couplings involved create a web that we may never be able to unravel in this metaphorical context. But back to the scion.
Francis personally prefers oranges with a low-to-middling acid content, to add a little tang to the taste, but not too much. He has a liking for navel oranges, especially those his aunt sends him. He wishes everyone else would like oranges as much as he does.
Around him bloom orange groves, and around him the smell of ethylene fills and ripens the air. They must have his blessing, thematically and literally, for his breed of orange are the sort that do not brook refusal.
Biography: The fact is, Francis is little more than a boy, a little less than a man, and definitely not ready for his duties and investigations. His parents, if they can be called that, care little for micronations or the interpretations thereof, and most children of such unions are sent into the less metaphorical world, sans metaphorical power, to make something of themselves. But Francis has a powerful ally in his aunt, and has been given far more power than he should have been. It's a good thing all he wants to do is breed oranges.
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