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eponine_thenardier Player Information:
Name:
Jemi
Age:
Eighteen
Contact info:
DW- thedarkestnightwillend
Plurk- intimegoneby
AIM- dragonfirelf94
Current characters:
Just this one!
Character Information:
Name:
Eponine Thenardier
Canon:
Les Misèrables (Book/Musical)
Canon point:
Age:
Eighteen
Appearance:
Physically, Éponine isn't much to look at, at first glance. She's rather on the short side, lean almost to the point of emaciation, and it's quite clear that poverty hasn't been kind to her. Her hair is dark brown and rather long and tangled. She normally keeps it under a brown cap. Her clothing consists of a rather dull and dirty chemise, held in place by a belt around her waist, and a ragged skirt. Over this, mostly to keep herself warm, if anything, Éponine will occasionally wear a tan duster, most likely one that she'd stolen previously, seeing as it's significantly less ratty and torn as the rest of her attire. She also wears a pair of rather worn boots on her feet that are thankfully tough enough to have survived her life for this long.
Have a picture!
And another one!
Background:
Have a Wiki link!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eponine
Previous Game History: N/A!
Personality:
Eponine is, for lack for a better word, tough. Though she was a rather spoiled and bratty girl as a child, one does not live on the streets of Paris for nine years without acquiring at least something of a strong exterior. Things that might shock anyone else are nothing but a daily sight to her. She isn't an easy girl to rattle or scare, and one would have a time of it if they wanted to.
That being said, it's a common occurrence for creatures with a tough exterior to have a soft interior. And, at times, this is quite true of Éponine. Secretly, she longs to leave her life on the streets for the one she was promised as a child: a rich, comfortable life with everything she could ever dream of having. However, her bitter and jaded view of the world doesn't quite allow for her to hope to ever have any life but her own. It's common to find her fantasizing about this life, however, she doesn't disillusion herself into thinking she might actually have it.
Her love for Marius Pontmercy knows little in the way of bounds. She would, quite literally, die for him and was entirely prepared to before she was taken. Éponine is almost completely devoted to him, even if she knows he can never truly be his. Her life seems to be quite made up of longing for things that are just out of her reach. Still, even though he loves another, Éponine would do anything to prove her devotion to him, and perhaps receive a bit of affection in return.
Kindness and love are what motivates her. She will do anything for a scrap of affection from anyone. Show Eponine a bit of kindness, and she'll likely stick by you no matter what. She also has a rather sweet side to her, which doesn't really come out unless she's around people that she likes and trusts. The smallest bits of joy excite her, and there isn't anything she takes for granted. She's almost childlike when it comes to new things, and something even as small as a flower will make her happy.
Skills and Powers:
Abilities. Right. Éponine doesn't really have a lot of those. Or, at least, ones that would serve her well in a fight. She's been in a few street brawls and can defend herself well enough, but there's no real skill to it, even if she is a bit stronger than she looks. She also keeps a small knife in her boot, and can use it well enough in a pinch. It's mostly for self defense, if anything, and again, there's no skill in it. Mostly, she'll just blindly stab or swing her punch and hope she hits something.
She's also quite a talented pickpocket, and while this isn't exactly a skill to be proud of, it's one of her only ones, and it's helped her to survive for this long. And she definitely won't hesitate to use it, should the need arise. She's also quite the street-smart young lass, having survived harsh conditions for ten years. Simpy put, Eponine knows her way around and how to get connections for the things she needs quickly, be it food, shelter or perhaps a bit of money.
Items: Nothing but the clothes on her back and a little knife in her boot.
And here's her mirror!
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB6Cp5DE9zw/SlSr8_8wfqI/AAAAAAAAFLA/lxq0z62Fvb0/s400/JillStuartVintageJewelCompactMirror5thanniversary.jpeg
Writing samples:
Action:
[It's pretty clear that Eponine has already read her letter and is not making sure that it's speaking the truth. Her compact mirror has been left open on her bed, giving a view of her back as she opens the closet. She gasps softly.]
Oh...
[So many pretty clothes! Eponine hasn't had anything but her rags for the past ten years, so seeing all of this is a little overwhelming. So much so that she has to shut the closet and walk to sit on her bed, regaining her composure. This is almost too much. It's then she notices that the mirror is open.]
This place...I do not know what it is, but I do believe I like it.
[She hums to herself, looking around the room once more.]
Though, I suppose I cannot stay here for long...perhaps a job...
[Eponine's never made honest money before in her life, but there's no reason she can't try. Anything seems possible in this beautiful place.]
Third Person Prose:
It was perhaps the biggest thing Eponine had ever done alone. Picking pockets was simple, stealing from carts even simpler, but breaking into a house? She had only done so with other people, namely the Patron Minette. But, she was growing desperate without their protection, and there were things in there to sell, and perhaps a bit of money to come by. And if it meant having a warm cloak in the chill of winter, when the rich people inside clearly could buy a new one, and money for food, Eponine was willing to take the risk
The windows of the house were dark, and had been for several hours now. Eponine shivered in the cold, night air as the clock tower nearby struck the hour. SIlently, she crept to the back door, drawing a stolen hairpin from her coat pocket. Eponine had been picking locks since she was eight, and this one proved to be no less difficult than any before it. She was careful not to let the door swing open, but instead slowly eased it ajar, her thin frame slipping through the small opening with ease.
The kitchens. Perfect. Food was definitely what she needed, but she couldn't take too much. The people living here would be rather suspicious if she took too much of their supply, and Eponine wasn't going to be arousing suspicion if she could help it. No, no. Food and a few trinkets to sell, that was all she would take. Perhaps a bit of money if she came across it. Her fingers were nimble and quick as they opened up the pantry, and she slipped silently inside, her eyes widening a little at the extent of it's contents. She had never before seen so much food before, not even at Montfermiel.
Without thinking, Eponine grabbed one of the loaves of bread, taking a large bite out of it. She couldn't help herself, it had been so long since she'd had something between her teeth or anything in her stomach. She was so enraptured with her food that she hardly noticed the footsteps behind her, and when she did, it was too late. There was no way to explain why she was there, or why she was currently chewing on a loaf of bread that didn't belong to her. The door opened and she whirled, her eyes widening as she took in the figure in front of her.
She hadn't expected this. By all rights, there should be a man standing there, probably brandishing something, ready to give her a good whack with it and turn her out into the streets where she belong. Instead, though, Eponine could have been looking into a mirror that suddenly made oneself younger. The little girl standing there, had she not had slightly different facial features, looked almost exactly like Eponine had when she had been young and happy. Her dark hair was loose from sleep and her dark eyes studied the older girl without fear.
"Mademoiselle...who are you?" the little girl tilted her head to the side, adjusting the doll that was tucked into her arms. She looked to be about six or seven, and Eponine was wondering why she hadn't screamed yet.
"I...I cannot say," Eponine's racing heartbeat was beginning to go down, but she didn't relinquish her bread. If she was going to get out of here, she wasn't going to do so empty handed. The younger girl looked up as there was a sudden rustling from upstairs. Someone else had woken up, and Eponine had a feeling they'd be less forgiving than the girl in front of her. "I must go."
The girl studied her for a moment. "You ought to take more," she said, taking another loaf of bread and practically shoving it into Eponine's hands. "You look hungry," the girl gave her that sweet smile often associated with childhood innocence. Was it possible she didn't know she'd just given a common theif what she wanted? Strange, how a child was kinder than any grown person Eponine had ever met. Besides Marius.
Eponine wasn't going to argue. "I...ah...thank you," she smiled faintly, wrapping both loaves up in her coat and retreating out into the streets. Once there, she quickly glanced around, made sure her prizes were still in her arms and dashed off to the alley where she'd be spending her night.
Name:
Jemi
Age:
Eighteen
Contact info:
DW- thedarkestnightwillend
Plurk- intimegoneby
AIM- dragonfirelf94
Current characters:
Just this one!
Character Information:
Name:
Eponine Thenardier
Canon:
Les Misèrables (Book/Musical)
Canon point:
Age:
Eighteen
Appearance:
Physically, Éponine isn't much to look at, at first glance. She's rather on the short side, lean almost to the point of emaciation, and it's quite clear that poverty hasn't been kind to her. Her hair is dark brown and rather long and tangled. She normally keeps it under a brown cap. Her clothing consists of a rather dull and dirty chemise, held in place by a belt around her waist, and a ragged skirt. Over this, mostly to keep herself warm, if anything, Éponine will occasionally wear a tan duster, most likely one that she'd stolen previously, seeing as it's significantly less ratty and torn as the rest of her attire. She also wears a pair of rather worn boots on her feet that are thankfully tough enough to have survived her life for this long.
Have a picture!
And another one!
Background:
Have a Wiki link!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eponine
Previous Game History: N/A!
Personality:
Eponine is, for lack for a better word, tough. Though she was a rather spoiled and bratty girl as a child, one does not live on the streets of Paris for nine years without acquiring at least something of a strong exterior. Things that might shock anyone else are nothing but a daily sight to her. She isn't an easy girl to rattle or scare, and one would have a time of it if they wanted to.
That being said, it's a common occurrence for creatures with a tough exterior to have a soft interior. And, at times, this is quite true of Éponine. Secretly, she longs to leave her life on the streets for the one she was promised as a child: a rich, comfortable life with everything she could ever dream of having. However, her bitter and jaded view of the world doesn't quite allow for her to hope to ever have any life but her own. It's common to find her fantasizing about this life, however, she doesn't disillusion herself into thinking she might actually have it.
Her love for Marius Pontmercy knows little in the way of bounds. She would, quite literally, die for him and was entirely prepared to before she was taken. Éponine is almost completely devoted to him, even if she knows he can never truly be his. Her life seems to be quite made up of longing for things that are just out of her reach. Still, even though he loves another, Éponine would do anything to prove her devotion to him, and perhaps receive a bit of affection in return.
Kindness and love are what motivates her. She will do anything for a scrap of affection from anyone. Show Eponine a bit of kindness, and she'll likely stick by you no matter what. She also has a rather sweet side to her, which doesn't really come out unless she's around people that she likes and trusts. The smallest bits of joy excite her, and there isn't anything she takes for granted. She's almost childlike when it comes to new things, and something even as small as a flower will make her happy.
Skills and Powers:
Abilities. Right. Éponine doesn't really have a lot of those. Or, at least, ones that would serve her well in a fight. She's been in a few street brawls and can defend herself well enough, but there's no real skill to it, even if she is a bit stronger than she looks. She also keeps a small knife in her boot, and can use it well enough in a pinch. It's mostly for self defense, if anything, and again, there's no skill in it. Mostly, she'll just blindly stab or swing her punch and hope she hits something.
She's also quite a talented pickpocket, and while this isn't exactly a skill to be proud of, it's one of her only ones, and it's helped her to survive for this long. And she definitely won't hesitate to use it, should the need arise. She's also quite the street-smart young lass, having survived harsh conditions for ten years. Simpy put, Eponine knows her way around and how to get connections for the things she needs quickly, be it food, shelter or perhaps a bit of money.
Items: Nothing but the clothes on her back and a little knife in her boot.
And here's her mirror!
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB6Cp5DE9zw/SlSr8_8wfqI/AAAAAAAAFLA/lxq0z62Fvb0/s400/JillStuartVintageJewelCompactMirror5thanniversary.jpeg
Writing samples:
Action:
[It's pretty clear that Eponine has already read her letter and is not making sure that it's speaking the truth. Her compact mirror has been left open on her bed, giving a view of her back as she opens the closet. She gasps softly.]
Oh...
[So many pretty clothes! Eponine hasn't had anything but her rags for the past ten years, so seeing all of this is a little overwhelming. So much so that she has to shut the closet and walk to sit on her bed, regaining her composure. This is almost too much. It's then she notices that the mirror is open.]
This place...I do not know what it is, but I do believe I like it.
[She hums to herself, looking around the room once more.]
Though, I suppose I cannot stay here for long...perhaps a job...
[Eponine's never made honest money before in her life, but there's no reason she can't try. Anything seems possible in this beautiful place.]
Third Person Prose:
It was perhaps the biggest thing Eponine had ever done alone. Picking pockets was simple, stealing from carts even simpler, but breaking into a house? She had only done so with other people, namely the Patron Minette. But, she was growing desperate without their protection, and there were things in there to sell, and perhaps a bit of money to come by. And if it meant having a warm cloak in the chill of winter, when the rich people inside clearly could buy a new one, and money for food, Eponine was willing to take the risk
The windows of the house were dark, and had been for several hours now. Eponine shivered in the cold, night air as the clock tower nearby struck the hour. SIlently, she crept to the back door, drawing a stolen hairpin from her coat pocket. Eponine had been picking locks since she was eight, and this one proved to be no less difficult than any before it. She was careful not to let the door swing open, but instead slowly eased it ajar, her thin frame slipping through the small opening with ease.
The kitchens. Perfect. Food was definitely what she needed, but she couldn't take too much. The people living here would be rather suspicious if she took too much of their supply, and Eponine wasn't going to be arousing suspicion if she could help it. No, no. Food and a few trinkets to sell, that was all she would take. Perhaps a bit of money if she came across it. Her fingers were nimble and quick as they opened up the pantry, and she slipped silently inside, her eyes widening a little at the extent of it's contents. She had never before seen so much food before, not even at Montfermiel.
Without thinking, Eponine grabbed one of the loaves of bread, taking a large bite out of it. She couldn't help herself, it had been so long since she'd had something between her teeth or anything in her stomach. She was so enraptured with her food that she hardly noticed the footsteps behind her, and when she did, it was too late. There was no way to explain why she was there, or why she was currently chewing on a loaf of bread that didn't belong to her. The door opened and she whirled, her eyes widening as she took in the figure in front of her.
She hadn't expected this. By all rights, there should be a man standing there, probably brandishing something, ready to give her a good whack with it and turn her out into the streets where she belong. Instead, though, Eponine could have been looking into a mirror that suddenly made oneself younger. The little girl standing there, had she not had slightly different facial features, looked almost exactly like Eponine had when she had been young and happy. Her dark hair was loose from sleep and her dark eyes studied the older girl without fear.
"Mademoiselle...who are you?" the little girl tilted her head to the side, adjusting the doll that was tucked into her arms. She looked to be about six or seven, and Eponine was wondering why she hadn't screamed yet.
"I...I cannot say," Eponine's racing heartbeat was beginning to go down, but she didn't relinquish her bread. If she was going to get out of here, she wasn't going to do so empty handed. The younger girl looked up as there was a sudden rustling from upstairs. Someone else had woken up, and Eponine had a feeling they'd be less forgiving than the girl in front of her. "I must go."
The girl studied her for a moment. "You ought to take more," she said, taking another loaf of bread and practically shoving it into Eponine's hands. "You look hungry," the girl gave her that sweet smile often associated with childhood innocence. Was it possible she didn't know she'd just given a common theif what she wanted? Strange, how a child was kinder than any grown person Eponine had ever met. Besides Marius.
Eponine wasn't going to argue. "I...ah...thank you," she smiled faintly, wrapping both loaves up in her coat and retreating out into the streets. Once there, she quickly glanced around, made sure her prizes were still in her arms and dashed off to the alley where she'd be spending her night.
