Post by gavroche on Dec 30, 2012 3:52:28 GMT -5
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[rs=2] | APPEARANCE: Unless you're blind, you wouldn't be surprised to find out that Gavroche lives on the streets. He wears his poverty and his freedom on a banner held high, and an enthusiasm for a situation that would crush others that only an eleven year old could muster. He's small, even for his age, short and skinny - but you can't expect much else. He's got pale skin, and it's covered in a few layers of dirt; a sort of natural grittiness even he doesn't know quite what he'd look like all washed off. The same could be said for his hair, brown by nature though more black looking, a matted and moppy under a cap he rarely removes. He doesn't care much to better his appearance. His clothes have certainly seen better days, always covered in dirt, worn thin, and torn in numerous areas. PERSONALITY: Gavroche is a cocky, cheeky, mischievous little kid- anyone who knows him can tell you that. He's got a lot of street smarts for someone his age, and that coupled with his childishness and situation makes for a lot of trouble on the streets of Paris. And that's exactly how he wants it. When Gavroche says "its me who runs this town", he's not kidding. He's a natural born leader (face it- people love a leader who's convinced he knows what he's doing all the time). He's loud, he's confident, he knows exactly who he is, exactly who he wants to do, and he wont let anything get in his way. His sense of pride, for a child of his size, in his condition, is phenomenal. Unreal almost. But at the same time, genuine as it's going to get. He's a lion in a cubs body. What he lacks in intimidating demeanor is made up by a larger than life persona. He never knew caring and compassion, he wouldn't be able to stand living with a roof over his head or people he can trust unconditionally, but he wont stand for watching anyone get hurt or treated unfairly, and his morals and resilience are that of any good soldiers- better maybe even. He's brave, fearless really- to the point sometimes it's stupid. He doesn't beg; he doesn't cry. He's completely unfazed by any threat and willing to give anyone a piece of his mind that deserves it, regardless of their size, status, or whether or not it's his place. He's the eyes and ears and voice of the streets- and he sets the bar for that role higher than anyone has before. HISTORY: Gavroche never really had a part to play in the main story. But that's okay. He was more than content to write his own and make himself the star. He was born as the third child to M. and Mme. Thenardier (three more than they ever should have had), and they never really wanted a son, so the way he tells it, he never really wanted parents either (especially ones like those!). He was on the streets fending for himself for as long as he can remember after being kicked out of the inn. The Thenardiers care didn't go past the mouth they didn't have to feed anymore - and apparently nobody wanted to buy him (I stand corrected: their care actually extended a bit if money came out of it). The only one of his family members he really cares about is Ponine and as long as he can remember, she's been busy toting around after Marius and doing their dad's dirty work. Gavroche became the voice of the people- the king of the streets - the street rat of all street rats. He decided that at age seven; by then already a self proclaimed gang leader, complete with skills, followers, and even an arch enemy (as he so found it fit to call Inspector Javert). His size made him an advantageous eavesdropper and pickpocket- taught himself how to snake his way out of almost any mess. He made his home in the Bastille elephant, roamed the streets, took care of other kids, and gave the rich people hell whenever he could- never full of shame and never in the shadows. He did what he wanted when he wanted, that's what it was- and it was more than other people ever could. Eventually he gained the attention of the Friends of the ABC Cafe (the other voices of the people- no, voices of the revolution) and became one of their runner boys (their best if he could say so himself). As he found out more about their cause, he decided that he wanted to be part of the revolution. The boy's weren't all that happy- but that hardly shut him up. SAMPLE: (assuming this didn't need to be in character because it didn't on the other app, but i'll change it if i need to) 'I look and act at least seventeen, Danny. I have fun. You should try it.' Danny was pretty sure he'd never come closer to thinking Leo needed a good shiner. As much as he thought he'd seen every up down and in-between the kid could possibly come up with, them entering the real world had made way for possibilities that were more annoying than anything Danny could have expected. He rolled his eyes at the obnoxious retort, and with the most deliberate patience drew out "Seventeen year olds still get carded, genius. You're not having fun. You just get drunk like a girl." Okay, so, he knew Leo wasn't going to deliberately go blowing their cover- he'd give him that. He just also knew that Leo was damn likely to go in there without thinking. He considered the idiot his responsibility and so he had to tell him. That's all there was to it. Had Leo just dropped it and left, Danny would have been done with it. But, of course, the two of them did have some things in common, and one of them was the need to throw in the last bit of defensive sarcasm even if they were clearly in the wrong. I'm not that bad at lying. "Yes, you are." Yea yea, Everyone'll hate me. See ya. And his problem drifted away. Every once in a while Danny'd look back to where Leo wandered off. He couldn't help but be even more annoyed how quickly Leo started getting along with the group. I mean, he wasn't surprised- when Leo was like this he'd probably try to make friends with rabid squirrels- but he still didn't like the implications. (Implications they'd hafta do it again.) He looked at Leo was confusion as he walked back and then- oh hell no, no, no Leo don't you fucking dare. He hissed "What the hell are you.... uh, hey." Great, now he had to talk to the random girl who'd been seated at his table. He glared daggers as Leo walked away. Oh, it's gonna be painful. He didn't have a choice but to talk to the girl. Well, Emily talked, asked pointless questions and shared information about herself that Danny could have cared less if he knew or not. He answered her, sometimes. But she was nosy and giggly and it didn't take long for him to excuse himself (it was rude; he'd upset her.. not that he cared or anything) He went up to Leo and the group of people he found oh-so-entertaining, one particular female more than the others. Leo was trying to make himself sound impressive, so clearly he'd picked an awesome moment to show up. "Yeah, and he's a small time actor. But he only plays girls. It's like a fettish... Have you told her about the time you spent all day your moms dress? Pink lipstick too, right?" She giggled and he grinned at her before turning the 'im gonna painfully murder you' look back at Leo. "We're leaving, now." . |
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