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Name: Allison-Marie
Age: Over 21
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: N/A
AIM/MSN/etc: TheDerelictAngel, Plurk: CrowWitch
CHARACTER
Name: Enjolras
Canon: Les Miserables (Novel)
Age: 22/appears younger, could pass for a teenager
Timeline: Enjolras’ canon point is immediately after he is shot, and he will arrive with his wounds.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Enjorlas is a fiery and passionate soul, and his passion is human justice. It might then be a little ironic that he puts his involvement in this cause before personal relationships. He is fiercely loyal to his friends, but they are lieutenants and comrades in arms to him. Love and romance are nothing to him but something trivial that distracts people from things that are more important. And, when the people around him are involved in more frivolous activities, when something can be done to help the poor and the needy, and change the conditions people in France live in Enjolras can be impatient.
He does have great compassion for people who are suffering, and great hate for people who cause it. Injustice won’t be tolerated, and he will go to battle to protect someone. Just don’t try to cozy up to him afterwards. He’s about as cozy as a marble statue. And, if he thinks you’re an agent of oppression, he’s about as yielding as one.
Enjolras has a strong moral compass and a powerful sense of justice. He will always be just and fair. Killing is something that he will do in order to protect someone, or as part of revolution. Justice has even lead him to execute his own volunteers when an innocent bystander who had no part in the insurrection was killed. And, he will kill in order to protect his barricade and his men, and to continue the revolution. However, this is not something he ever does lightly. He is shown to mourn the people he killed, even when they died as part of a battle. He sees it as a necessary evil, but an evil nonetheless.
He will drink wine but never to excess or get drunk, and likes to talk politics. Should you have a differing opinion he will reprimand you and tell you that you’re wrong without any qualms. Politics is a subject he’s studied extensively and can speak about with a lot of knowledge. By nature he tends to be frank and candid in conversation. He can be aloof, disdainful, or just plain rude at times even if he doesn't really intend to be. In day to day actions he is serious, and tends to show little interest in frivolous pleasures or personal indulgences.
His morals are absolute and without compromise. Freedom and Liberty are good, and oppression is bad. If law makers are corrupt and make laws that keep people in poverty while keeping themselves rich, then laws can be overlooked. The rights of man are much more important. The ends often justify the means, even if the means are violent. His cause means more to him than his own life, and being a martyr doesn't bother him.
Enjolras is also a man of unyielding faith. He has an absolute absence of cynicism. Doubt that he and his friends will be successful in changing history never even occurred to him, and when the people did not rise and the barricade was taken, even then he knew that their fight would not be in vain, and that others would be successful in the future building off the groundwork that he and his friends laid. One might call him naive, or at least innocent. Enjorlas is intelligent, but not worldly. There is something about him that speaks of pure hope for and faith in a better future. And his innocence is one of the most beautiful things about him.
Background: Hugo is vague about character backgrounds. The only thing we know about Enjolras’ life before he joins the story is that he is the only son of wealthy parents and he’s from the south of France. When we meet him, he’s leading a group known as “The Friends of the ABC” which is one of many groups mainly composed of workers and students that were plotting the failed revolution of 1832. In early June, Enjolras and his friends take to the streets and build a barricade on the Rue du St Denis. The barricade was taken and the insurgents killed. Enjolras was executed by firing squad when everyone else had been dispatched. He died hand in hand with Grantaire, a young man who had no interest in the revolution, but who loved and admired Enjolras.
Abilities: Enjolras is a rather astonishing public speaker, well-spoken, charismatic, intelligent, and handsome. Enjolras' beauty in the novel is described as being Angelic. Note: If I describe him as very beautiful in third person posts, it's not because I'm being a fangirl for him or his PB. It's because Victor Hugo described him that way.
First Person:
[The face is gaunt with pallid skin, his eyes are fever-bright with purple shadows under them, dry cracked lips and a wax-like sheen on his brow. One cheeks is bruised and swollen. Blonde curls are rough and tangled about his face. Yet in spite of it all, his features are beautifully and finely made.
He sits up in a bed and there clearly bandages around his chest and right shoulder. Some of them are bled through. For a long time the video is silent, as if he’s studying the camera, trying to understand it. Finally, he speaks.]
Citizens, hello. I am told that if I speak into this machine, others will see my face and hear my voice. Very well. [He presses his lips thoughtfully] I do not know why I was brought here. I’m not even sure where here is. But, I suppose that whatever reason God has for bringing me here will be learned in due time. I do not believe in random chance. So, that is what I intend to do, learn.
If anyone would like to tell me about this place, I will be in your debt.
Third Person:
Enjolras was dimly aware that there was not a hand in his. Weakly, he groped. The sense that something was very wrong pulled his senses back into order and he fought for consciousness. Slowly, the train car was pulled into focus. It was more an act of will than of strength that brought Enjolras to his feet.
He failed as he stood, holding onto the seat for a moment. He swayed as he managed to make his way from handhold to handhold, unaware of the trail of blood he left behind him. As he stumbled off the train, the ground met him. Once on all fours, he managed to crawl a few feet. The light was too bright now, but he managed to see the city in front of him. Choking on his breath, he sat back into his heels. This was not Paris. Even through the haze in his mind he could see that.
Then where was it? Heaven or hell, or something else completely. He looked down at his hands, empty hands. Where was the hand he had been holding when this had happened? The fact that he was alone now distressed him more than the blood did. His ears began to ring and the sun became brighter. He was only dimly aware of it as he slumped forward, and his cheek struck the concrete.
Name: Allison-Marie
Age: Over 21
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: N/A
AIM/MSN/etc: TheDerelictAngel, Plurk: CrowWitch
CHARACTER
Name: Enjolras
Canon: Les Miserables (Novel)
Age: 22/appears younger, could pass for a teenager
Timeline: Enjolras’ canon point is immediately after he is shot, and he will arrive with his wounds.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Enjorlas is a fiery and passionate soul, and his passion is human justice. It might then be a little ironic that he puts his involvement in this cause before personal relationships. He is fiercely loyal to his friends, but they are lieutenants and comrades in arms to him. Love and romance are nothing to him but something trivial that distracts people from things that are more important. And, when the people around him are involved in more frivolous activities, when something can be done to help the poor and the needy, and change the conditions people in France live in Enjolras can be impatient.
He does have great compassion for people who are suffering, and great hate for people who cause it. Injustice won’t be tolerated, and he will go to battle to protect someone. Just don’t try to cozy up to him afterwards. He’s about as cozy as a marble statue. And, if he thinks you’re an agent of oppression, he’s about as yielding as one.
Enjolras has a strong moral compass and a powerful sense of justice. He will always be just and fair. Killing is something that he will do in order to protect someone, or as part of revolution. Justice has even lead him to execute his own volunteers when an innocent bystander who had no part in the insurrection was killed. And, he will kill in order to protect his barricade and his men, and to continue the revolution. However, this is not something he ever does lightly. He is shown to mourn the people he killed, even when they died as part of a battle. He sees it as a necessary evil, but an evil nonetheless.
He will drink wine but never to excess or get drunk, and likes to talk politics. Should you have a differing opinion he will reprimand you and tell you that you’re wrong without any qualms. Politics is a subject he’s studied extensively and can speak about with a lot of knowledge. By nature he tends to be frank and candid in conversation. He can be aloof, disdainful, or just plain rude at times even if he doesn't really intend to be. In day to day actions he is serious, and tends to show little interest in frivolous pleasures or personal indulgences.
His morals are absolute and without compromise. Freedom and Liberty are good, and oppression is bad. If law makers are corrupt and make laws that keep people in poverty while keeping themselves rich, then laws can be overlooked. The rights of man are much more important. The ends often justify the means, even if the means are violent. His cause means more to him than his own life, and being a martyr doesn't bother him.
Enjolras is also a man of unyielding faith. He has an absolute absence of cynicism. Doubt that he and his friends will be successful in changing history never even occurred to him, and when the people did not rise and the barricade was taken, even then he knew that their fight would not be in vain, and that others would be successful in the future building off the groundwork that he and his friends laid. One might call him naive, or at least innocent. Enjorlas is intelligent, but not worldly. There is something about him that speaks of pure hope for and faith in a better future. And his innocence is one of the most beautiful things about him.
Background: Hugo is vague about character backgrounds. The only thing we know about Enjolras’ life before he joins the story is that he is the only son of wealthy parents and he’s from the south of France. When we meet him, he’s leading a group known as “The Friends of the ABC” which is one of many groups mainly composed of workers and students that were plotting the failed revolution of 1832. In early June, Enjolras and his friends take to the streets and build a barricade on the Rue du St Denis. The barricade was taken and the insurgents killed. Enjolras was executed by firing squad when everyone else had been dispatched. He died hand in hand with Grantaire, a young man who had no interest in the revolution, but who loved and admired Enjolras.
Abilities: Enjolras is a rather astonishing public speaker, well-spoken, charismatic, intelligent, and handsome. Enjolras' beauty in the novel is described as being Angelic. Note: If I describe him as very beautiful in third person posts, it's not because I'm being a fangirl for him or his PB. It's because Victor Hugo described him that way.
First Person:
[The face is gaunt with pallid skin, his eyes are fever-bright with purple shadows under them, dry cracked lips and a wax-like sheen on his brow. One cheeks is bruised and swollen. Blonde curls are rough and tangled about his face. Yet in spite of it all, his features are beautifully and finely made.
He sits up in a bed and there clearly bandages around his chest and right shoulder. Some of them are bled through. For a long time the video is silent, as if he’s studying the camera, trying to understand it. Finally, he speaks.]
Citizens, hello. I am told that if I speak into this machine, others will see my face and hear my voice. Very well. [He presses his lips thoughtfully] I do not know why I was brought here. I’m not even sure where here is. But, I suppose that whatever reason God has for bringing me here will be learned in due time. I do not believe in random chance. So, that is what I intend to do, learn.
If anyone would like to tell me about this place, I will be in your debt.
Third Person:
Enjolras was dimly aware that there was not a hand in his. Weakly, he groped. The sense that something was very wrong pulled his senses back into order and he fought for consciousness. Slowly, the train car was pulled into focus. It was more an act of will than of strength that brought Enjolras to his feet.
He failed as he stood, holding onto the seat for a moment. He swayed as he managed to make his way from handhold to handhold, unaware of the trail of blood he left behind him. As he stumbled off the train, the ground met him. Once on all fours, he managed to crawl a few feet. The light was too bright now, but he managed to see the city in front of him. Choking on his breath, he sat back into his heels. This was not Paris. Even through the haze in his mind he could see that.
Then where was it? Heaven or hell, or something else completely. He looked down at his hands, empty hands. Where was the hand he had been holding when this had happened? The fact that he was alone now distressed him more than the blood did. His ears began to ring and the sun became brighter. He was only dimly aware of it as he slumped forward, and his cheek struck the concrete.
