Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2013 12:48:02 GMT -5
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[rs=2] | "ALL THE QUALITIES OF A CENTER" (Basics) Name: Christian de Courfeyrac. Don't use the "de" or he'll mock you. Age: 25 Gender: male Occupation: student "FACES DISCLOSE EVERYTHING" (Appearance) Not everyone would call Courfeyrac handsome; some would call him adorable. He still retains a boyish appearance at twenty-two. He's a bit stout, not especially tall. He has a round face, dark eyes, and curly dark hair that is usually too long and he repeatedly has to sweep out of his face. His nose can certainly be described as a button nose, but don't tell him so. Though he dresses in the style of the day, he prefers to keep things simple and avoids opulence; his money is more often spent on books or wine or lending money to friends than it is on clothing, even though his father is wealthy. "THAT ANIMATION OF YOUTH" (History) Courfeyrac was born in the south of France to a father by the name of M. de Courfeyrac – an aristocrat, who, like most aristocrats of that time and place, used that small particle “de” as a show of his wealth and apparent superiority to the poor. Monsieur de Courfeyrac and his wife had many children, of whom Courfeyrac was always fond and often took care of, since his parents seemed to be forever otherwise occupied with whatever bourgeoisie frivolity that had caught their fancy that week. Though it pained Courfeyrac to leave his younger siblings, he was glad of the opportunity to study in Paris. It is here where we find him now. Like many other students in Paris, his enthusiasm for education soon became eclipsed by his enthusiasm for other things – however, while wine and women were pleasant pastimes, his primary object became the revolution. He, Enjolras, and Combferre are the three pillars of “Les Amis d'la ABC.” They meet at the Musain Cafe, often over wine or coffee, to argue about different political philosophies. How the friends fell in together is not entirely certain; perhaps it was Fate that aligned their stars. Four years ago that was, when they encountered each other at a demonstration and connected over their admiration for General Lamarque. Each of the “three pillars” drew more students into the fold; Enjolras, Grantaire, among others, with his air of a god; Combferre, with his determination; Courfeyrac, with his warmth. Most recently, Courfeyrac brought Marius Pontmercy to the cafe. Marius was on the brink of being expelled from university for non-attendance when Lesgle said “present” as Marius' name was read; Lesgle later saw Marius carrying a trunk labelled “Marius Pontmercy” and caught his attention to tell him what he'd done. Courfeyrac overheard the conversation, including that Marius had no place to live, and agreed to take him in for a while. He continually tried to lend Marius money, but Marius refused. Marius moved out and grew more distant as the talk of revolution intensified. Though he does not confide in Courfeyrac regarding everything, the two consider each other their closest friends after a while living together, and Courfeyrac can read Marius very well. In fact, he can read everyone very well, as he is quite astute, but he looks after Marius especially. They became friends quickly, and Courfeyrac does not ask Marius too many questions... except for that one all-important one: “By the way, have you any political opinions?” And so began Marius' introduction to Les Amis, thanks to Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac continues to stir up rebellion, inviting people into the fold with his warmth at the "center" of the movement, while Combferre is the "guide" and Enjolras the "chief." "LAUGH ON EVERY OCCASION" (Personality) Courfeyrac is one of the most enthusiastic members of les Amis. An honorable man, he despises kings mainly for their corruption – on one occasion he burned a copy of the Touquet Charter - and even disdained the revered Rousseau for abandoning his children. He dislikes Louis, Broumaire, and Napoleon especially as corrupt tyrants. As much as he dislikes corrupt kings, he likes freedom and fun. He loves children and he loves the people. He's taken an especial liking to Gavroche, who he considers an honorary member of Les Amis. Though he wouldn't say it, he also considers Gavroche to be something of a little brother to him, since his siblings all live far away from him. He laughs whenever possible, and whenever he is nervous, he has a tendency of mocking inanimate objects. He also mocks people for dressing in a silly way (Jehan, he's looking at you). He encourages Marius to stop being shy and spend more time with women. Though part of his teasing is playful, he, like the other Amis besides Enjolras, has been with women before. He treats them well but is still playful and childish, in a sense; he is not ready to be a parent, and the coming rebellion consumes most of his time. More than anything, Courfeyrac is simply good with people. He knows whom he can tease and he knows with whom he can be serious. Witty and kind, he makes friends quickly, and is skillful at keeping them. He can read people well, and looks out for his friends by alerting them to whether or not someone is dangerous or kind. He does not over-talk; when he speaks, it is for a reason... sometimes to lighten the mood with his teasing, and other times to make a point in which he believes. Like the other Amis, he respects Enjolras greatly, but he has his own opinions, and will voice them freely. He is quite intelligent, and is good at considering the important things - how to procure and conserve gunpowder, the names and platforms of different politicians, what a person might be thinking based on their expression - but he can be a bit absentminded about where his hat is. In general, he lives simply. He would rather be happy than respected. He is an optimist who will try to see the silver lining in any situation. However, he does not think that life can be as happy as possible when under the thumb of a king, and for that, he is prepared to lose his life. "WORDS ARE SUPERFLUOUS" (Sample) Valjean watched his daughter fondly, keeping an eye on her in the busy streets of Paris. As she spun, he could still see the little girl he had taken into his heart nine years ago. She had only grown more beautiful with time, but he would not admit to himself that she was now a young lady, and not just his little girl. He was gratified to be there to steady her when Cosette wavered from the giddy dizziness of her twirl; it made him think for a brief moment that she still needed him. As much as he enjoyed spoiling his daughter – and buying the bolt of fabric from England for a rich new dress was most certainly spoiling her – he also knew that money could be well spent on those in need. Cosette never objected, and seemed to enjoy alms-giving as much as he did. He was immensely proud of her, and loved her all the more for her compassionate heart. Rather than feeling a pang of guilt for taking his daughter in her luxurious finery to the most destitute part of the city, as if to show off what he had and the poor did not, he could only be grateful that she would go even in a nice gown to be among those in need. Soon enough, grubby little hands were seizing the expensive fabric in admiration, just as eagerly as larger hands were reaching for the bags of coins. Valjean could only pray that the people who were taking the money were also taking the even-more-vital spiritual wealth that was written in the form of prayers or pieces of scripture. The impoverished did not go to grand cathedrals like Notre Dame, but they had to cling to God much more than the wealthy for their daily bread. More than one person who depended upon “the generous man from St-Etienne's church” and his daughter had called them God's angels. Looking on, Valjean observed Cosette's interaction with a little girl, who bore some resemblance to Cosette half her life ago. If his eyes were not locked on his daughter, they would glance about to ensure the safety of their surroundings before fixing on her once more. As it was, he subtly glanced around to make sure none of their dependents were staring at Cosette as she bent over to speak to the child. Satisfied that no young man in the vicinity was being untoward, he met Cosette's gaze when she turned to him, taking the basket from her as she desired so she could pull off her scarf. He had just bought it for her. But he felt no pain in her giving it away, only a stab of pride at his daughter's unthinking generosity. “Yes, I remember,” Valjean murmured, turning his face away momentarily to blink away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, not from the brutal cold. He knew exactly how Cosette felt, the responsibility of caring for another. Overwhelmingly intense. He exhaled, then tensed as Cosette's hand grappled for his arm, her breathless uttering of his name, Papa, freezing him. “Cosette? What is it?” he demanded, immediately on the alert. As his daughter took a step forward, he placed his hand on the small of her back protectively, wondering if she was about to swoon. “Cosette,” he repeated, his voice rising in concern. He held her back from the street as a carriage rushed past. “Are you alright, my child? You are not yourself, nearly walking out in front of a coach this way!” Perhaps she had only seen someone else in need across the street, and her heart had been seized in a need to help, but Jean Valjean had a past darker than that of “Monsieur Fachelevent,” and he had every right to be overprotective. He saw only a group of young men; had they affronted her in some way? |
Emmy. 19. I live here. |
