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tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-11-22 06:52 pm
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I believe it's time to introduce my characters.
Amis
Michel Enjolras is really quite fed up with the number of other versions of Enjolras also inhabiting my head. He is tall, has rather short blond hair, disapproves of flashy vests, had a perfectly non-traumatic childhood thankyouverymuch, and has extensive experience in Glares of Death. He has been known to get into loud arguments with his professors on legal matters and tends to be a trifle more fastidious and pedantic than other Enjolrii. Doesn't really know when to leave well enough alone, be it an argument or a barricade.
Michelle Enjolras comes from a cracked-out AU that will probably never see the light of day. The only daughter of a doting, elderly couple, she was always a bit too bookish and opinionated for her own good; her father, being of an opinion roughly summarized as "better Rousseau than expensive ballgowns," only encouraged her. It was her parents' idea to dress her up as a boy and send her to the university, although God knows she didn't object.
OOC!Enjolras has no first name. He also, unlike his counterparts, has no objection to being seduced and fucked six ways from Sunday by all his friends, which makes him most useful where smutfic is concerned and thoroughly useless everywhere else. His only purpose in life is to bear an exact physical resemblance to Michel and be a complete and utter slut.
Adrien Combeferre is, as may be expected, dreamy-eyed, bespectacled, slightly nerdy, and the sort of person all the other Amis come running to when they're feeling upset. Appearance-wise, he is tall and fine-boned, with ridiculously curly reddish-brown hair. He is a bit of an intellectual slut, running from discipline to discipline, soaking up all the information he can, and then moving on. Somehow he has managed to piece all of this together into a remarkably sensible worldview. His attention is constantly split: he regards heaven with one eye and earth with the other, and though he might not always be all there, the part of him that's grounded is far wiser than most of his friends. Flamingly gay, occasional outlet for all of Michel's nervous tension, known to dally with Courfeyrac, maintains close platonic friendships with Jehan and Feuilly.
Françoisde Courfeyrac already made an appearance in "Absinthe..." Strikingly handsome, long and pin-straight brown hair always pulled back with a black ribbon, strong features, doesn't have very good eyesight but too vain to wear spectacles. A wit, a flirt, a big fan of good food, good clothes, good wine, good women, and good men. Willing to try anything at least once, usually more than once. Capable of being a trifle insensitive, but usually makes up for it in general good humor. Usually. He's quite capable of taking things seriously, it's just that he doesn't always let on when he does.
Je(h)an Prouvaire, at the tender and impressionable age of seventeen, attended the premiere of Hernani wearing a jacket that might actually have been fashionable in 1830 had it not been screaming orange, bright purple trousers of a cut more appropriate to 1430, a powdered wig, and very little else. He's never really been the same since. In addition to his poetry he makes occasional futile attempts to paint. He's not actually that immature or space-cadettish, just excessively emotional, and of the self-effacing type that makes him quite pathetic in love and quite fearsome in a fight. He wears his hair about chin-length; due to his frequent self-neglect, it's often rather stringy and he's often frightfully thin. And of course the laudanum has nothing at all to do with that.
Jacques Feuilly may or may not really be named Jacques, but it's the name he gives when pressed and so I didn't ask him any more about it. Long fingers, hair a bit more inclined to red than to brown. Willing to gently tug the rest of Les Amis back to earth when they start getting too far-fetched. He doesn't hang around much, so I don't know too much about him beyond what Hugo wrote, only that he thinks Jehan's bohemian schtick is silly and he sometimes crashes at Courfeyrac's flat.
Jean-Martin Joly, usually called 'Joly' or 'Martin' to avoid confusion with Prouvaire, is high-strung, sharp-minded, rather lacking in people skills, and, of course, a hypochondriac. Really it was the logical effect for med school to have on such an expert worrier, but he's usually pretty cheerful on the grounds that if he's going to die of consumption on Tuesday, nothing worse can happen in the meantime. Short, not-quite-pudgy, with blond hair and a rather pink face. Refuses to divulge whether or not he and Bossuet are togetherbut we all know the answer to that anyway.
Gregoire Lesgle, AKA Laigle, AKA Bossuet, is... pretty much as Hugo described him, actually. Bald, good-natured, with poor judgment and an unfortunate tendency to make things go awry the moment he steps foot in them. Refuses to divulge whether he and Joly are togetherbut we all know the answer to that anyway.
Eugene Bahorel will probably kill you if you tell anyone his first name. Les Amis are just one of several of his circles of loose friends, and he's not particularly close to anyone there besides Bossuet, whom he knows from childhood and who introduced him to the rest of them, and Courfeyrac, who's pretty close to everyone, being that sort of person. He and Feuilly were both crucial in bringing the student revolutionaries together with the working-class faction through mutual acquaintances. He really is a man of acquaintances: drifts from friend to friend, flat to flat, cafe to cafe, never rests anywhere, but makes every place a bit more exciting before he leaves.
Robert Grantaire actually drank quite moderately in his first days with les Amis. No, really. At some point he stumbled in, brash, skeptical, pointing out flaws so that they could be fixed, and of course with the biggest schoolboy crush on Enjolras you'll ever see. After a number of unpleasant incidents involving said attractive-but-icehearted leader, he began drinking more heavily, and after a number of further unpleasant incidents involving said attractive-but-icehearted leader and his friends objecting to his drunkenness, he became just a tad bitter. They didn't really have the heart to kick him out.
Other
Marius Pontmercy has asked me to inform you (and Courfeyrac, who never ceases teasing him) that he is not, in fact, an innocent, clueless, blundering dolt, and would you please stop laughing at him whenever he says that. *tucks him away* There, there, Marius, of course we aren't laughing at you. Ahem. Anyway, M'sieur Marius is quite the serious young man, who has been informed of the facts of life--in every sense possible--but never quite took them in. He has rather large eyes, pale skin, and dark curly hair. He's not... clueless... per se, just rather distracted.
Eponine Thenardier is not bitter. No. Not at all. Not one tiny little bit. Her parents rather consumed her life when she was young, not to mention spoiling her rotten, so she's still obedient enough to get involved with their hare-brained schemes, but they didn't realize that kicking her out on the streets from time to time would give her an appreciation for her own independence. She doesn't harbor much hope that Marius will ever return her feelings, but she wishes he'd at least acknowledge her, and occasionally she gives in to the urge to act like a spoiled brat again and cling to him tooth and nail. Also has a strange delusion that if he ever loves her, her life will be all roses and sunshine again.
Jean Valjean has a massive inferiority complex. That little incident with the bishop did mark a turning point, but nineteen years of being told you can do no right don't vanish in an instant, and he's constantly hounded by the fear that he's about to fuck things up majorly. He definitely considers himself a sinner prostrated before God, and is often haunted by dreams of an accusatory Fantine giving him grief over some imagined mistreatment of Cosette. As a result, he often overcompensates and spoils Cosette a little without realizing.
The rest of the characters really don't make that much noise, and besides, I'm all bio'd out right now. =P
Amis
Michel Enjolras is really quite fed up with the number of other versions of Enjolras also inhabiting my head. He is tall, has rather short blond hair, disapproves of flashy vests, had a perfectly non-traumatic childhood thankyouverymuch, and has extensive experience in Glares of Death. He has been known to get into loud arguments with his professors on legal matters and tends to be a trifle more fastidious and pedantic than other Enjolrii. Doesn't really know when to leave well enough alone, be it an argument or a barricade.
Michelle Enjolras comes from a cracked-out AU that will probably never see the light of day. The only daughter of a doting, elderly couple, she was always a bit too bookish and opinionated for her own good; her father, being of an opinion roughly summarized as "better Rousseau than expensive ballgowns," only encouraged her. It was her parents' idea to dress her up as a boy and send her to the university, although God knows she didn't object.
OOC!Enjolras has no first name. He also, unlike his counterparts, has no objection to being seduced and fucked six ways from Sunday by all his friends, which makes him most useful where smutfic is concerned and thoroughly useless everywhere else. His only purpose in life is to bear an exact physical resemblance to Michel and be a complete and utter slut.
Adrien Combeferre is, as may be expected, dreamy-eyed, bespectacled, slightly nerdy, and the sort of person all the other Amis come running to when they're feeling upset. Appearance-wise, he is tall and fine-boned, with ridiculously curly reddish-brown hair. He is a bit of an intellectual slut, running from discipline to discipline, soaking up all the information he can, and then moving on. Somehow he has managed to piece all of this together into a remarkably sensible worldview. His attention is constantly split: he regards heaven with one eye and earth with the other, and though he might not always be all there, the part of him that's grounded is far wiser than most of his friends. Flamingly gay, occasional outlet for all of Michel's nervous tension, known to dally with Courfeyrac, maintains close platonic friendships with Jehan and Feuilly.
François
Je(h)an Prouvaire, at the tender and impressionable age of seventeen, attended the premiere of Hernani wearing a jacket that might actually have been fashionable in 1830 had it not been screaming orange, bright purple trousers of a cut more appropriate to 1430, a powdered wig, and very little else. He's never really been the same since. In addition to his poetry he makes occasional futile attempts to paint. He's not actually that immature or space-cadettish, just excessively emotional, and of the self-effacing type that makes him quite pathetic in love and quite fearsome in a fight. He wears his hair about chin-length; due to his frequent self-neglect, it's often rather stringy and he's often frightfully thin. And of course the laudanum has nothing at all to do with that.
Jacques Feuilly may or may not really be named Jacques, but it's the name he gives when pressed and so I didn't ask him any more about it. Long fingers, hair a bit more inclined to red than to brown. Willing to gently tug the rest of Les Amis back to earth when they start getting too far-fetched. He doesn't hang around much, so I don't know too much about him beyond what Hugo wrote, only that he thinks Jehan's bohemian schtick is silly and he sometimes crashes at Courfeyrac's flat.
Jean-Martin Joly, usually called 'Joly' or 'Martin' to avoid confusion with Prouvaire, is high-strung, sharp-minded, rather lacking in people skills, and, of course, a hypochondriac. Really it was the logical effect for med school to have on such an expert worrier, but he's usually pretty cheerful on the grounds that if he's going to die of consumption on Tuesday, nothing worse can happen in the meantime. Short, not-quite-pudgy, with blond hair and a rather pink face. Refuses to divulge whether or not he and Bossuet are together
Gregoire Lesgle, AKA Laigle, AKA Bossuet, is... pretty much as Hugo described him, actually. Bald, good-natured, with poor judgment and an unfortunate tendency to make things go awry the moment he steps foot in them. Refuses to divulge whether he and Joly are together
Eugene Bahorel will probably kill you if you tell anyone his first name. Les Amis are just one of several of his circles of loose friends, and he's not particularly close to anyone there besides Bossuet, whom he knows from childhood and who introduced him to the rest of them, and Courfeyrac, who's pretty close to everyone, being that sort of person. He and Feuilly were both crucial in bringing the student revolutionaries together with the working-class faction through mutual acquaintances. He really is a man of acquaintances: drifts from friend to friend, flat to flat, cafe to cafe, never rests anywhere, but makes every place a bit more exciting before he leaves.
Robert Grantaire actually drank quite moderately in his first days with les Amis. No, really. At some point he stumbled in, brash, skeptical, pointing out flaws so that they could be fixed, and of course with the biggest schoolboy crush on Enjolras you'll ever see. After a number of unpleasant incidents involving said attractive-but-icehearted leader, he began drinking more heavily, and after a number of further unpleasant incidents involving said attractive-but-icehearted leader and his friends objecting to his drunkenness, he became just a tad bitter. They didn't really have the heart to kick him out.
Other
Marius Pontmercy has asked me to inform you (and Courfeyrac, who never ceases teasing him) that he is not, in fact, an innocent, clueless, blundering dolt, and would you please stop laughing at him whenever he says that. *tucks him away* There, there, Marius, of course we aren't laughing at you. Ahem. Anyway, M'sieur Marius is quite the serious young man, who has been informed of the facts of life--in every sense possible--but never quite took them in. He has rather large eyes, pale skin, and dark curly hair. He's not... clueless... per se, just rather distracted.
Eponine Thenardier is not bitter. No. Not at all. Not one tiny little bit. Her parents rather consumed her life when she was young, not to mention spoiling her rotten, so she's still obedient enough to get involved with their hare-brained schemes, but they didn't realize that kicking her out on the streets from time to time would give her an appreciation for her own independence. She doesn't harbor much hope that Marius will ever return her feelings, but she wishes he'd at least acknowledge her, and occasionally she gives in to the urge to act like a spoiled brat again and cling to him tooth and nail. Also has a strange delusion that if he ever loves her, her life will be all roses and sunshine again.
Jean Valjean has a massive inferiority complex. That little incident with the bishop did mark a turning point, but nineteen years of being told you can do no right don't vanish in an instant, and he's constantly hounded by the fear that he's about to fuck things up majorly. He definitely considers himself a sinner prostrated before God, and is often haunted by dreams of an accusatory Fantine giving him grief over some imagined mistreatment of Cosette. As a result, he often overcompensates and spoils Cosette a little without realizing.
The rest of the characters really don't make that much noise, and besides, I'm all bio'd out right now. =P