Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 14:44:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] Nicholas Grantaire. 25. Cynic of the ABC group. Hadley Fraser. | |
[rs=2] | Nicholas Grantaire on first glance is your typical drunk. His clothes are scruffy, and his scarf and shirt is often stained with wine. His hair, which is a gingerish brown, is tousled and often looks like he’s been dragged out of a hedge, or a ditch. In honesty this could be truth. He often drinks himself to the point he’ll stumble into the nearest ditch, or an empty doorway depending on the weather. He has blue-green eyes that will often glisten with mirth, though more commonly they’re reddened from drink. His shirt and is generally a light green, with plenty of stains of wine covering it. The scarf is a light peach-pink and though it’s hard to tell this as well due to the sheer number of stains covering that piece of clothing. Indeed the cleanest part is his brown pants. This is topped off by black well scuffed shoes. His face is slightly rounded and there is the definite start of scruff around his face. Grantaire himself will state that he is cursed with cynicism. A curse that has dominated his life to such an extent that he turned to drink to try and escape it. He longs to dream, to lose himself in mindless fantasies, but every time he tries his cynical side speaks up. It points out the flaws, how it’s an impossible dream. So instead he tries to drown this out with heavy drinking. He also desperately hangs around with the ABC group, acting as a devil’s advocate to a certain extent, not as he wants to ruin anyone else’s ideals but solely as he longs to dream like they all do. It’s something he doesn’t reveal often however, partly as he doesn’t know how to. The other thing he keeps quiet is his love for Enjolras. He daren’t mention that, as it’s not done. It’s not proper. Enjolras scorns him enough as it is. So he keeps this quiet as well. He is remarkably loyal, even if a bit of a coward at times. As for his past? This is something else Grantaire keeps quiet. He near on refuses to say anything about it. Grantaire was born son of Nicholas Grantaire and Anabella Grantaire. Because of this he often goes by his last name among those he counts as his friends. He was brought up as a proper member of a rich household. His father was strict, scolding him should he be caught lost in daydreams. As thus he soon learnt to not dream, at least not in front of his father. Maybe this is exactly why he doesn’t dream any more. Maybe this is why he’s such a cynic. He learnt to never dream, because it was wrong. He was a student once, but he soon gave up on that. To be a student required too much effort to try and do something he couldn’t. It required an ability to dream. He couldn’t tell his father that however, instead having to keep up at least pretending he was studying still. He spent the money on drink. It was just after a night of drinking he staggered into the ABC Cafe. It was for a morning drink to clear his head, and his headache. There he laid eyes on his sun. His Apollo. He was... radiant, so full of life. Grantaire at that point found something new to hope for. Though he never truly hoped, his own cynical side made him doubt ever being able to get his Apollo as he longed. He started to hang around them though, just to see his Apollo in all his radiance more. --- ‘To my dearest Apollo, You probably will not receive this, but I am just writing to—‘ Grantaire narrowed his eyes reaching for the bottle of wine that was ever present. No, that wasn’t good enough. He screwed the paper up into a ball and threw it where he thought the bin was present. It wasn’t, and there were many such balls of paper around the imaginary bin. Grantaire was ignoring that he was swaying ever so slightly in his seat, clearly drunk – not that he’d admit it. Quietly he started again, his script a lot more shakey this time. ‘To the light of my life, I am writing this with a confession. You may never know who I am, but know that I am watching you from afar, and I always will be. I doubt you could ever feel like I feel for you, but I needed to say You won’t know who I am, but know that I am an R’ Grantaire drunkenly read over what he’d written giving a smile. Then he sighed almost sadly. He moved to stagger to pick up and clean up the missed paper balls, looking around blindly for the bin. Finally he found it, by tripping over it. By this point the other students had started to come in, cheering. He gritted his teeth slightly as he heard the laughter aware that the students would be laughing at him. He just hoped they hadn’t found his secret. He slowly watched as Enjolras himself came in his eyes were drawn immediately to the leader. He ended up adjusting his position so that he could hide his bodies reaction to the entrance of the charismatic male. He closed his eyes trying to get rid of a more visible sign of his desire, his cheeks reddened, more than anything from embarrassment then just the drink that was acting to also bring a red hue. Slowly he moved back to his table, trying desperately to keep the tent hidden frantically. He was grateful to sink at his usual seat, taking a long swig from the bottle of wine. At least seated he could hide the effect Enjolras tended to have on him. He was also grateful that he’d not been writing at his normal table. Quietly he sat looking over at the rest of the students as they began their meeting. He only really had eyes for Enjolras though. He noticed that he’d picked up the letter and his cheeks took a much redder hue. He just hoped that the leader wouldn’t put two and two together. Just in case he sank deeper in his chair taking a longer drink. Hopefully he could be totally drunk before he faced any more scorn. He was half heartedly listening in on the others conversations. Most of it was centred about written work required, or else the upcoming revolution. He was trying to hold his tongue however, not trusting himself to not betray the secret in person. At least until someone said ‘well the people must surely join us’. “That’sh the shtupidesht thing I’ve ever heard!” Grantaire heard himself exclaim. |
Robin. 23. I kinda play Javert as well ;) |
