Post by Clopin on Sept 10, 2012 23:49:48 GMT -5
CLOPIN TROUILLEFOU
""Especially if this gypsy is a master of tomfoolery and attacks." "
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00I. full name: Clopin Trouillefou
0II. canon or original: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
III. years of age: 28
0IV. gender: Male
00V. orientation(optional): Bisexual
0VI. occupation: Works part time at Hotel Cavalier as a masseuse.
0I. body type Slender and lanky is the best way to describe his body type.
0II. physical description Black hair that goes down to the shoulders, complete with a neatly trimmed goatee. His skin is very tan, and his eyes are a dark brown, almost black. In his normal clothes, he wears the same purple outfit seen in the image above, with a trim of gold. His left ear is pierced with large, golden hoop earring. He almost always wears a large hat, similar to a tri-corn, with a large yellow feather. He has alternate outfits for different occasions, but this one is the most common. He presents himself as a man of the middle class, when really, he came from quite humble beginnings. He has a pretty good record of personal upkeep, but his room is a complete mess(but almost no one outside of the cleaning ladies knows that). In a room full of people, one can tell when the gypsy is present, because he brings quite a lot of life to the party.
III. height 5'9
0IV. weight 144 lbs
00V. eye color Dark brown
0VI. extra I don't have much else to say about him, other than what's been established for my personification of Clopin.
00I. overall personality Strange. He's playful and silly, and tends to pull his puppet and strange voices out of nowhere to comment on his own speech. He has a tendency to be able to pull charm out of thin air. He has a dark side, in which he viciously defends those he considers his good friends, to the point of killing the enemy. He sees himself as grand and important, although he can only be considered a middle-class citizen, and he came from quite humble beginnings.
0II. strengths He is quite loyal to those he considers his closest friends, and he is quick-witted. If there's a story that needs to be made up, or a good comeback to be tossed at someone, Clopin's the guy. He's also pretty experienced with blades and weaponry, along with bits of magic.
III. weaknesses He is extremely quick to act brash, and quick to anger. He is easy to hate, and quite boastful when it comes to his accomplishments.
0IV. goals He wants to be above those who gave him hell when he was a lot younger, so that when he's in a higher social class position, he can get his revenge. That's what runs his life.
00I. notable family & friends
- Esmeralda(sister)
- Taylor(close friend)
- Bob(close friend)
- Garnar(pet dog and close friend)
- Puck(love interest)
0II. overall history (modernized for Clopin)
Clopin grew up with a poor person’s background, with his parents having to struggle greatly just to put food on the table. Things weren’t any better outside their little ramshackle house, as the violence out on the streets was terrible, and the police could honestly care less about that section of Paris. Clopin had to learn to steal and pickpocket at a very young age, and it turned out that he could do it quite well. Most of the time, his parents were out of the house, leaving him to care for little Esmeralda, an orphan whom his parents had found out on the streets one night, sitting in a little basket, and swaddled in blankets.
One unfortunate day, a family friend came in through the front door, where the young Clopin had already put Esmeralda to sleep. He regretfully told the young boy that one of the state officials, by the name of Claude Frollo, had killed his parents, and that he was out to eliminate the rest of the gypsies living in the area. As he grew older, Clopin became a sort of “protector” for these gypsies, even willing to risk his own life for them.
On a particularly warm, sunny day, a letter was tossed under the door of the little house that Clopin had lived in all his life. He read the letter, and as catchy as it was, realized that this could be his way out of the life he hated. He hated being so poor, and having to run every second of his life. He hated that he couldn’t amount to anything else but a thieving gypsy, with a crazy man out for his blood. He figured that this would be the only way to turn his life around, and with that, the vagabond made his way to Hotel Cavalier, hoping for perhaps a job and a better life.
III. sample post(From DWOW...previous posts are allowed!) The scream was definitely enough to wake the dead…that was for sure. Clopin wasn’t a heavy sleeper by nature. A king had a huge responsibility—and that was to keep his people safe. So thus, he had trained himself to awaken at the slightest sense of danger. Now, he hadn’t always been on top of that ability, but with such a bloodcurdling scream coming from what seemed to be within the camp, the gypsy shot straight out of bed, leaving himself with barely any time to grab his hat and go.
He thanked the heavens that he was able to run as fast as he could. Perhaps running away from Frollo’s men did have its benefits. But that was the last thing on his mind at the moment, as he approached the scene. And it was a shocking one at that.
Picking his way through, Clopin stood next to Phoebus, noticeably smaller than the other general in stature. “What in the hell happened here?” Clopin hissed, more a rhetorical question than a direct question to Phoebus. Eyes turned upon Aladdin, widening ever so more.
Aladdin?
The man standing above the terribly injured Nasira was not the Aladdin Clopin knew. The Aladdin standing before him and Phoebus was a madman…driven to this point by Nasira’s odd magical abilities. The poor woman herself wasn’t in any better shape. Her organs were practically hanging out! Clopin wasn’t typically one to forgive so easily, but seeing Nasira in such a vulnerable state was enough to make the gypsy king take one step forward.
Clopin clenched his jaw. He had half a mind to fashion a sort of handcuff apparatus to keep Aladdin from doing anything else, but refrained, waiting until King Simba himself arrived.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Clopin with lyrics from Star's "Dead Hearts".