Post by GILLES GRANTAIRE on Nov 12, 2013 17:30:02 GMT -5
FULL NAME: Gilles Grantaire
NICKNAMES: Grantaire, R
HERITAGE: French
AGE: 25
GROUP: ABC Member
CANON: Yes
PLAYBY: George Blagden
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PERSONALITY:
When asked to describe Grantaire (and people do just call him Grantaire) some might call him a perpetual drunk but, for the record, that isn't true. Yes, he likes his alcohol and, yes, chances are very good that he'll wind up drunk almost every night of the week but he has his sober moments that a lot of people forget he's capable of. They only remember him for his drinking because Grantaire is a loud drunk. When he is wasted, expect him to ramble on about anything and everything, including his intense dislike of humanity. He is studying philosophy, after all, so he does have many deep thoughts stacked away in his brain that are bound to come out whenever he's had one too many beers/glasses of wine/whatever.
Grantaire has embraced his role as the class clown in his group of friends. He's the immature one who tries to make the others laugh, although most of them don't always appreciate his antics. All silliness and immaturity aside, Grantaire can also be quite serious. He's very loyal to his friends and, if they need someone to listen to them, then Grantaire will try and be there for them--'try' being the key word because sometimes it is hard for him to do nothing but listen.
He's an intelligent young man. As the pursuit of philosophy often calls for, Grantaire loves to take questions and think about them as in-depth as is humanly possible. Having said that, though, Grantaire doesn't believe in much of anything. He can't get riled up over political (or non-political) causes like so many other people can. But, also having said that, he has no issues with pretending to be semi-interested in this or that cause for the sake of staying involved with his friends, especially Enjolras who only ever really pays special heed to Grantaire when he is drunk to chastise him for his lack of beliefs in anything.
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ALIAS: Lindsay
AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
It wasn't long before Javert began to slowly slip into unconsciousness. He didn't fight against the coming darkness. It was better to slip off and let the end come when it would, instead of being awake to experience that final moment. He wasn't aware when his clothes started to weigh him down, and he was even less aware when hands reached out to grab him and carry him back on shore. Everything was black and dark. When Javert next opened his eyes, he expected to be in hell.
It only took five minutes before his body began to recover from the shock that he had put it through. The warm air and the necessity of life, oxygen, helped revive his battered body. Javert opened his eyes. He didn't have time to register where he was or who was kneeling beside him because he immediately began to cough. He would have died right then and there, drowning on dry land, if he--or rather his body because it seemed to be working on the instinct to survive alone right now--hadn't found enough strength to pick himself up and go down on his hands on knees to cough out the water that filled his lungs.
When he felt like if he coughed one more time his lungs might be joining all of that water on the ground, Javert stopped. Still on his hands and knees, he looked up from the ground. He was still in Pandora. He didn't need to turn his head around to know who his "savoir" had been but he still did. There he was; the saint who had inadvertently turned Javert's whole world upside down and inside out. There he was; the angel who had decided to devote the rest of his life to helping those in need...
...even those he wrongly assumed were in need of anything. "You should have let me die," he said, his voice feeble both because it would take him a while to recover his strength and because there already was a part of his mind insisting that he should be grateful that Valjean had decided to rescue him. He wanted to get up and walk away but he knew that his legs wouldn't allow it so, instead, he sat down, wrapping his arms around himself as if that would help warm him up. Javert let a moment of silence pass before asking the question that he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to. "Why didn't you?"