Post by followedmyheart on Jan 10, 2013 12:20:52 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] Euphrasie "Cosette" Fauchelevant. 16. Citizen. Amanda Fricken Seyfried. | |
[rs=2] | FULL NAME: Euphrasie Fauchelevant. KNOWN AS: Cosette Valjean. NICKNAMES: Cosette (from "chosette", or "little thing"), Lark. HERITAGE: French. CANON: Absofrickenloutely. ----- PERSONALITY: (At least two paragraphs, include likes and dislikes etc) Cosette enjoys reading. She is "passionate and afraid of little". She enjoys playing the piano and singing. Throughout aging, she has maintained her "dazzling innocence" - which is surprising since she was forced to age so quickly while working for the Thenardiers. Cosette loves the garden at her home in Rue Plumet. She loves exploring it and chasing butterflies (she stopped catching them when she grew older for fear of damaging their frail wings). She also weaves flower crowns. She has a pensive and serious charm. She breathes a "splendid melody" of youth, innocence and beauty. Having been shown kindness, she in turn expresses it. When she sees those meeker than her in need, her heart goes out to them and she automatically tries to comfort in whatever way she can. Cosette most enjoys being with her Papa, whom she loves with all her heart. APPEARANCE: Cosette is described as having chestnut brown hair, but it most often depicted blonde due to her angelic demeanor. She has deep celestial blue eyes, rosy cheeks, pale skin and a radiant smile. She is "marvelously beautiful", but there is a contradiction in her look, which is sad, and her smile, which is beautiful. Her face is still sweet and charming. As she reached adulthood, Cosette discovered that she was in fact very beautiful. She acted on this realization and soon became known and called "the best dressed young woman in Paris", with the ability to distinguish styles of clothing. This act of fashion advancement propels her from child to woman. GOALS: (What does your character stride to become?) Cosette strives to becoming the very fullest extension of herself. She was suppressed and broken as a child and while growing, must discover everything she missed out on. As most young girls tend to do, she also wants to be the most loving daughter she can. This however is more of a natural instinct than a goal. She adores Valjean so much that her love and acts of kindness towards him come out of her heart almost automatically, more than from thought. HISTORY: Cosette is the daughter of Fantine, whose lover abandoned her when she was with child. In an effort to care for her daughter, Fantine leaves her in the care of the Thénardiers at their inn while she works to pay for Cosette in the neighboring city. Little does Fantine know, but Cosette is abused and forced to work for the family, ill-treated by the daughters Alzema and Eponine as well as their parents. Fantine is thrown out of her job when her child is discovered and is forced to work as a prostitute to provide money for Cosette health (which she believes is terrible due to the inn keepers lying letters). Fantine ends up passing, but not before her former employer, Jean Valjean discovers her and vows to take care of Cosette in repayment for the injustice that was shown her. Unbeknownst to Cosette, Jean ValJean is a convict who was condemned for 20 years for stealing a loaf of bread. While he was freed under parole, he skipped out in order to start a new life. Cosette in the meantime has been raised as a child slave. She is treated poorly by the Thénardiers and is forced to clean thier inn. She is not given dolls or gifts as Eponine and Alzema - Thénardiers' daughters - are. She wears simple rags and no shoes. Jean is her saving grace. He buys Cosette from the Thénardiers and they end up living at the Petit-Picpus convent, where Cosette adopts the surname Fauchelevant and is educated as a young woman. Jean gives her all the fine things in life he can and she comes to know him as her father, forgetting her past life. They leave the convent when she is 14 and live in Rue Plumet. Cosette falls in love with Marius Pontmercy at first sight in the Luxembourg Gardens while on a walk with Jean. They begin to constantly think of each other, and Cosette begins questioning her childhood and Valjean's past life. ----- ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (This can be of any character) Cosette was pondering. She sat on the stone bench in the garden, idly plucking the petals off of a daisy. They littered around her feet, among the other dis-guarded flowers of her hobby. A slight breeze ruffled through her long locks, blowing blonde tendrils across her face. She thought of the boy she had seen recently across the Luxemborg Gardens. A handsome face and kind eyes. Some small part of her wanted to see him again, to ask what his name was. She didn't know any boys around her age. He was always reading; what kind of books did he like? Would he like the same ones she did? She didn't even know his name. Cosette dropped her hands onto her lap, the small force sending small white petals into the air around them. Why didn't she know others her age? She had grown up in the convent surrounded by nuns; she knew no other young people. No girls to talk about her dresses to or boys to blush at. Cosette suddenly felt angry, as if she was denied something everyone else had. Her father gave her everything, why not a friend to talk to? Cosette huffed and stood up, dusting the petals off of her dress. She roamed the garden, in no mood to pick flowers or watch butterflies. Why did he keep to his room all the time, insisting that hers have wallpaper and perfume when all he had was a meager bed and candlestick holders? Why did he dress so formally when he was out with her and yet so plain when he went out on his own? He never spoke of his formal life and denied her any information of the childhood she no longer remembered. There could be answers there, answers he wasn't willing to give. What was so terrible that he couldn't tell her? He was too kind a soul to kill anyone or commit any kind of treason. At time he would have nightmares; he called out in the night and woke her. When he talked in his sleep he always muttered the same word: Javert. Cosette had only asked her father what it meant once over breakfast. He had gone so pale and quiet, that she dared never bring it up again. Cosette loved her Papa so very much and would forgive him anything. She hoped he knew that. She bit on her nails as she surveyed the roses, a habit she had picked up in her worrying. How the nuns would scold her if they could see her now. An odd sound captured her attention, causing her to turn her head sharply. It sounded like crying. Cosette brushed away the vines to peer through the gate near her towards the noise. It was unmistakably a child crying. Squinting in the afternoon sun, Cosette spotted a small girl, huddled against the stone wall across from her. She was dressed in grubby rags, her lank blonde hair half tucked under a holey cap, dirty streaks down her cheeks. Although she had never had a child, Cosette's heart went out to the small girl. She pressed against the gate, willing herself to meld through it to comfort the child. She didn't need to be a mother to be filled with sympathy. She herself had once been a child, that imprint upon the mind is enough to forge a bond between children and adults. The mere memory of being young and innocent last some for their whole lives. Others forget and grown hard and sullen. Cosette was not one of those unfortunate. Her heart was still innocent and not so grown up that it had forgotten what it was like to be lost in a sea of tears and misery that engulfs a child so completely that it is all they feel. "What wrong little one?" she asked, her voice surprising the small girl so that she jumped. She sniffed and wiped dirty hands across her face which was no help, "Mademoiselle. J'ai tres faim." "You're hungry," Cosette frowned, "Attendre ici petite l'un, I'll be right back." Cosette hurried back inside the house, requesting a loaf of bread from the kitchen. She left out the floor door, circling around the house until she reached where the child was. "Here," Cosette smiled as she knelt down and offered the food out, "it's still warm. White's my favorite, but Papa prefers more grain." The child's eyes were large as she stared at the bread before snatching it and hugging it close. Cosette could hear her singing "Merci ange! Merci!" as the little girl ran down the street. Cosette smiled softly. She was standing back up when she heard her father calling her name. She rounded back around the house and was just entering the gate as he was exiting out it. "Cosette!" he took her pale hands in his own callous ones, "my child, I was so worried when you did not answer." "There was a little girl outside the garden gate Papa. She was starving so I gave her a loaf of bread." Her father's lips pressed into a tight line. Tears welled in his eyes. He pulled Cosette close, much to her bewilderment, and held her tight for several moments. Toussaint would pucker his lips and say "what a strange one" if he had witnessed the scene. "Papa," Cosette wanted to ask him about everything, why he dressed the way he did, why he wouldn't speak of their past or his nightmares, but as he pulled away the words stuck in her throat. "Yes?" He looked so proud of her, his eyes so full of love. She didn't want to upset him. "Can we - can we go for a walk? It would be nice to see the Luxemborg Gardens. We haven't seen them in so long." He kissed her forehead, "Of coarse. I should change first. Let you gather your bonnet and gloves." Cosette held his hand as they walked back into the house, brushing the last few petals off of her dress. She would ask him a different day. For now, she just hoped that the young man she exchanged smiles with across the gardens would glance her way when she walked by. . |
Dulcie. 20. Eponine told me :) |
