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Fin

With this I officially close the roleplay. I have nothing left to say but a million thank yous. This blog will not be removed, if you want to contact me, you are always welcome to message me. I love you, ~Jey

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Dorian,

I speak no lies when I say that without you, this roleplay would never have been as wild, dramatic and active as it turned out to be. For that, I thank you. Sometimes it was a tough ride with you, but you know that, I told you often enough, so here’s a tip for the future that will hopefully help you become a great person who slides into drama less often: Take a step back after you write something, reread it, rethink it, see it from the other person’s perspective, and things will be much smoother. The few speeches you wrote for Enjolras were amazing, and if you keep that quality to all of your writing, then I can promise you that you will be a great writer one day. Rereading your applications now makes me smile, especially the last part of the para. Ama? Did you plan on making Enjolras Jewish? I hope you’ll have a lot of fun with your private 1x1 and a lot of luck with the studies you want to do one day. Heads up, yes? If you ever need someone to talk, you can always contact me.

At first I was a little worried when I appeared your age but as soon as I read the reason why you chose Enjolras, I knew I could be assured that you’re the perfect choice for him. Your para sample touched me deeply and I can’t wait to read more of your IC writing. I am also a little bit curious to get to meet you personally because you seem like a great person to talk to!

Name: Dorian Gatsby Age: 14 (But I can deal with dark themes) Time zone: Belfast, Northern Ireland, so Greenwich meridian. —————————————————————————————————————————————-Describe your activity: 9 or maybe an 8 out of 10. I’m not on all the time, but I am on everyday and at all times the only time I wouldn’t be active is 2-5 am Greenwich times. —————————————————————————————————————————————-Yes I have read the rules twice!!! :) —————————————————————————————————————————————-Can I have Enjolras please —————————————————————————————————————————————-

I chose Enjolras because, I feel a little like him. When I am at school I am the only one who is interested in politics and helping people. My only other friends who are interested are at least 2 years above me. I also head the junior debate society as I am the oldest and the only third year there. I am told I am assertive and a little bossy, also that I am a slightly obsessive person, I will take an idea or a thing and will go full throttle with it. It will become my life, or I will not bother with it. I am also not like Enjolras as I am a girl and I do spend time thinking about the opposite sex. Enjolras is both what I aspire to be and not to be. I wish to be able to inspire people, bring them along and convince them but I also want to find love and have a family. —————————————————————————————————————————————- Yey I loveeeeee making headcannons Headcannon 1 I, Enjolras, will never ever like eating vegetables. I just don’t like them, the only reason I eat them is because Joly makes me and when I was little I had to take a plethora of tablets to keep me healthy, they didn’t work and now I hate tablets more than vegetables. Now the only vegetables I won’t eat are celery and cabbage. Headcannon 2 Most people think my favourite writer is Robespierre or Voltaire but I love Shakespeare. Shakespeare was the first play I was in when my mother and father forced me into theatre (I played Romeo), I stopped theatre as soon as I was sent a way to boarding. School at age 12, but Shakespeare has stuck with me, I find him funny and his plays and sonnets are the only thing I will indulge in. Headcannon 3 Though I do not have any brothers I have sisters, a twin sister called Paloma. She is married (arranged, I objected and so did she. We were 19) and has a child, whom she named after me, Lorenzo (who is 2), who then, in turn has the same name as my father. I also have two younger sisters called Alta and Allegra who are also twins. I love my twin sister and she lives in London with her husband, Vincent Faith and is expecting another child. My younger sisters are in a music school in Vienna, and are very talented unlike Paloma but I can play a little bit of the piano. —————————————————————————————————————————————- Can I change the FC to Jonathan Groff please, I would like to do this as I think that he fits the description. High forehead, deepest eyes Cupid lips and young look. I also think a blonde Enjolras is overrated. I am willing to play if these changes are denied. (Sorry if I sound pretensious) (0_0) —————————————————————————————————————————————- (I am going to do a letter from Enjolras to Paloma. This is who he truly is.) Dear Paloma, Combferre and Coufeyrac send their love and Coufeyrac wishes to have a picture of his Godson and to tell you the truth so do I. This month has a little more than hectic. Everybody is all scattered about the place due to the festivities of Christmas, I wish you would have come home to Vigo during the holidays, as I was made to do so while every one else helped at a soup kitchen. Christmas was an obvious bore, full of pomp and circumstance, which hurts me because everyday in Paris I see families barely making enough to survive. The meetings go well and more and more people have started supporting the cause, it turns out that there are still some rich people in Paris and some of them want to help and you told me all of humanity is horrid and selfish! So, I have enclosed pictures from Christmas and some from Coufeyrac and Combferre’s birthday. I know you miss them, we know we all must stay in touch because without you I would never have been able to do this Paloma, to raise my voice. I also have pictures of my drive down from Paris, France is at its most beautiful time of year, ‘in the mid-bleak winter, my Patria shines.’ As Reaudeaux says. It’s hard to see such a beautiful country be wasted by the conditions the government have set upon the common person, but alas that is what we are fighting for, equality. I have started talking in the streets again and holding rallies. When I speak some people say I inspire them, I see it as silly, but so be it it surely must be better to inspire people than to be hated by them correct? The work at the university has started again, I still can’t believe that Vince’s mother won’t let you go to the ladies college in London. Maybe if I come and convince her or then again you could come back to France with me. Perhaps not as you are with child again, you must elated, I suppose. I do not know what to feel about it, I just want you to come out the other side of it okay, not like last time where you half scared me to death. What do you ladies do all the day while your with child? I have never been around someone with child for any long amount of time, it seems a little boring. Maybe you hope for a girl or another boy, I do not know but please let me know how boring it is! Now, I shall sign off, I wish you well and look forward to seeing your letter in the  mail. Remember Ama and father still think I live at the university so don’t breath a word to them. Wishing you luck. Your little brother, ‘Laurie’

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Aubrey,

or like Phip says, Aubweed. Or as I said for a far too long time, Audrey. (OH GOSH I’M STILL SO SORRY!! D:) You are probably the most delightful and cheekiest person I’ve ever met in a roleplay. When I first read your application, I remember how sceptical I was. I knew I already loved you because you sent me anon love, and because you sent your Azelma application in before we even opened. Your application was light and funny (SO MANY SMILEYS!!!) and good, but it was Grantaire (Grantaire!!) that I was giving to this stranger. You wrote an acceptebal application, but not ... the best. (I am pretty sure you just applied rapidly, without giving too much thought into the para samples because you didn’t expect this roleplay to be much of a thing. Am I right? ;)) So I was sceptical. Um. For about two days. After that I was just like wha t???. I was drooling over your writing to my friends, swooning and gasping over the Tangerine para with Maman and just squeaking everytime I realized how no one, literally no one, could have played a better Grantaire than you. To this day I believe that. Being an outed exR anti-shipper, I was obviously pretty happy to see that that ship didn’t work out here, and even happier when I realized that the new ship that formed a few weeks later wasn’t just working perfectly IC, but was also build on an amazing level of writing abilities. I will have to save all those heartbreaking self-paras before you both delete your blog, oh gosh. Thank you, Aubrey. Really. Expect spamming.

You understand the complexity of Grantaire, your head canon was fully acceptable and your para sample gave me chills … and maybe left me with two or three tears. There is nothing more to say; I am happy to welcome you and impatient to get to roleplay with you. Oh and, :) I :) under :) stand :) what you :) mean :) :) :)

I.

1. Aubrey, 15, GMT + 8

2. Extremely active. I’m not even exaggerating when I say this. Most of the time, I’m on my laptop, and whenever I’m not, I have my phone with data with me at all times. I’m barely ever without internet, and I’m barely ever away from any of my RPs for more than a few hours. :)

3. Yes! :D

II.

1. Grantaire

2. Grantaire’s a pretty interesting character. He’s a cynical pessimistic alcoholic who believes in nothing. Well, almost nothing. And there’s usually two ways to take a character like this, which means playing him can be incredibly complex, challenging, and absolutely fun. The first way would be to take the carefree, fun loving, annoying drunk route, and the second way would be to take the dark, angsty alcoholic route. Grantaire could be the artistic, brilliant man who believes in nothing because he can’t be bothered to, or he could be the drunk pessimist who believes in nothing, not even himself. But really, it’s not one or the other. Most portrayals of Grantaire display him as both, as somewhere in between, as neither one or the other, as different mixtures of the two, as all of these with so much character stuffed into the seams. I feel like it would be so fun (and quite challenging, which is something that I like) to play, to flesh out, a character like Grantaire.

3. Growing up, Grantaire lived in the uglier parts of the city. He grew up surrounded by poverty and desperation. He grew up with hopelessness as best friend. He started drawing the ugly things around him, turning pain into beauty, poverty into art. Nothing lasts, and at the same time, nothing changes, and it hurts his head, but at least Grantaire still has his art.

4. No, nothing I want to change. :)

5. Not applicable, I guess?

6. So sorry for the excessive smileys. I love my smileys.

7.

Tiny drops of water fell over his head, his face, seeping into his clothes. He’d drank too many bottles of… he didn’t know what, didn’t care what. Grantaire could feel his head throbbing, pounding, pure pain jolting through every bone and every muscle of his body.

He wasn’t awake by choice, he was awake because the daylight and the rain wouldn’t let him stay asleep. He brought his sleeve to his face, trying to clear his vision. He had an idea where he was, and he was hoping (or trying to hope) that he was wrong.

He wasn’t.

Grantaire was in an alleyway, and it smelled like shit. He’d been drunk before - definitely, more times than he could count - but never like this. It’s been years since he’d forgotten a whole night, since he’d passed out in some ominous alleyway and awoken feeling like he’d been run over by a steamroller. He remembered something about some café filled with students.

And then, oh -

Depressingly blond hair, and the distressingly beautiful face of the man carrying them. Words, piercing stares, angry glares. More words. Disgustingly optimistic words. Heated, furious words. Another bottle. Or two.

Wherever he was the night before, he needed to go back. He needed to find him - the pretentious, idealistic prick shining like the fucking sun, the living, breathing replica of the goddamn Belvedere. Fuck.

(But, really. More than anything else, Grantaire needed a drink.)

Wait, you again?! Kidding. I am not going to lie, I was a bit flattered when you sent in your second application. Your age might appear young to some people but you immediatly showed me that you’re mature and that you can handle all kinds of topics. The way you portrayed Azelma was not how I would have done it but it wasn’t wrong. It was very interesting and I am curious to see how you’re going to develope her personality.

1. Azelma

2. Complicated, messy characters are my favorite. Azelma’s bio is fascinating, and there’s a lot of space to move towards, a lot of character to build, and I’ve never played a character quite like her. It sounds extremely fun.  

3. She’s very easily swayed, and falls in love with all the wrong people. She doesn’t think she’s very good at anything. Although she’ll never admit it, she misses being able to play with dolls, being able to talk to them and trust them and use them as proxy friends. Now she has to be alone on her own.

4. Can I change the FC from Phoebe Tonkin to Kaya Scodelario? Kaya’s got that grungy ‘young, carefree, eyeliner heavy, attention-craving’ look that Azelma’s bio radiates, if that makes sense. Haha.

5. Yeah, it’s cool.

6. Nope! I am actually really excited for this RP to start, though.

7.

Azelma looked around and licked her lips, one hand on her waist. There was a man on the counter, busy with something. He looked strong, manly, and Azelma knew that he would absolutely have his way with her, if she let him.

Gavroche was looking at her from the corner of the room, she knew. She knew he was probably judging her for, for whatever, she didn’t care. She didn’t care. The man at the counter looked older than her. Not by very much, though. It didn’t matter. She was old enough. She wanted this. She wanted the man to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her until she screams, until she can’t scream anymore. Fuck, she needed him now.

And then she caught his eye, and he smirked at her.

Azelma batted her eyelashes, trying to appear innocuous, biting down on her lower lip. The man gestured for her to come over, and she did, sitting beside him.

There were drinks. A conversation. Flirting, teasing, kissing. Touching. At the end of the night, Azelma got what she wanted. She always did.

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Angela,

Angie. I don’t even know what I’d want to write here, as we both know how much I love you, and how little the risk it that this is an actual goodbye. But let me try nevertheless. I remember that when I read your application, I grinned, squeaked and nodded vividly. Ben Whishaw, cuddling, Sartre, YES ACCepteD. And oh worldmaker, was I happy that I’d be joined by another 20 y.o. For the first few weeks when we started rping, though, I think I was a little ... careful around you. You seemed very restrained, and clean, and sorted out. I don’t like people who are like this, they seem so dead to me. But then from one second to another you started shipping our bbies and I was so overwhelmed because wow, we were together for like only two weeks? And my intention had REALLY not been to make Combeferre gay. But the moment you started shipping Ferre and Brujon, you became more lively, warmer, sweeter, and more real. I started really liking you. From a perspective now, it is obvious that I just read the signs wrong when I thought you were snobbish, I read your shyness as arrogance, and to be honest, I find it a little funny. You’re obviously the cutest person on this planet ^-^

While your application was very short, it was complete. I didn’t need more to see that you’re the greatest choice to play Combeferre. Your headcanons are purely amazing and I agree with every single one of them. Your writing wrapped me into a comfortable feeling and I really want to see more of it! As you see, we (you and me) are one of the oldest here, but I hope you can peacefully discuss with our fellow roleplayers the fact that you don’t smut with minors so that there will be no problems. I’m sure everyone will understand.

Out of Character:

1. Angela, 20, Eastern

2. I’m in college, so probably medium, but it really depends on my classes.

3. My favorite song is probably One Day More.

In Character:

1. Combeferre

2. I was first attracted to him because Ben Whishaw is a cutie. But, after reading his information several times over the past few days, I fell in love with him even more. I feel like he’s me my freshman year.

3. Combeferre is a cuddler. Even if he isn’t in a relationship with someone, if he is in the same bed as someone else, he will be next to them in the morning.

His favorite play is Satre’s Huit Clos (No Exit).

He wants to be the house’s den mother of a sort, he likes helping people solve problems.

4. No changes :)

5. N/A

6. I’m going to school to work with abused children, so I really REALLY can’t smut with minors (fade to blacks are fine). I don’t know if that’s what you mean by anything else, but you should know if that’s a problem.

7. Combeferre bit into the apple he had bought from the merchant that morning and looked out the window of the ABC house. It was a dreary day, hence why he was inside. If it had even been remotely nicer, he would be out and about, watching, observing, drawing, writing, anything but being cooped up in this house. He loved his friends, sure, but being around them for too long made his head hurt.

A loud crash rang out from the other side of the door, followed by shouting. Combeferre sighed and pulled his much loved sketchbook out of his desk. If he was going to be inside today, the least he could do was create art. His eyes wandered the street outside, settling on the park just beyond the crossroads. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Name: Angela

Age: 20

Timezone: Eastern, or GMT-4

I play Combeferre, plus over in the Disney Asylum I play Linguini and Randy.

ONE DAY MORE! But when I was a little kid I loved Red and Black.

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Félix Tholomyes.

Because he is almost the exact opposite of Combeferre, and he is a very complex individual who could be easily written as a one-dimensional flirt. But I think he deserves more than that, and I hope I can do that.

1. Félix’s wound that sent him home from war include severely burned feet (but not so severe they had to be removed, he just can’t walk without chronic pain). Because of this, he takes a lot of pain meds. Like bordering on abuse.

2. When he has flashbacks, they are of either the first friend he saw die, or of the final time he was in the field when he was hurt. But heaven help you if you ask him about either of those.

3. War has warped his mind, giving him sociopathic tendencies. Not severe, but tact and empathy are not exactly things he really expresses anymore.

4. No changes! But I do have a question: Are Aaron Johnson and Aaron Taylor-Johnson the same person?

5. N/A :P

6. The smut thing still applies.

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Félix nodded to the cabbie and gave him the address of his house. Which was also now the address of the sixteen or so men and women (and one of them had the audacity to bring his bastard daughter!). He didn’t mind it, he just wished that they at least asked him before all moving in at once. Especially the little girl. He heard that there were people sleeping in the attic. Which, in his opinion, was an awful idea. Not only was it a fire hazard, but that attic was damn cold. Then again, it was better than the sweltering heat of Vie—it was better than sweating to death.

The first thing he needed to do was talk to Enjolras. So much had happened while he was gone. The minute he heard about the protests and barricades, he wanted to hop on the first train home. But the restrictions on the border was so high, he was only just making it back now. The first thing he needed to do was get a list of everyone living in the house. So he could keep track of them. Make sure no one was a danger.

The cabbie stopped and demanded his money. Félix grumbled (did he really have that right though?) and paid him. He grabbed his bag from the back of the cab and the driver drove off without another word. He trudged up the path to his house, wincing as red-hot pain shot through his feet. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a handful of white pills. Tipping his head back, he swallowed them down. Then his eyes met with something he hadn’t expected.

Someone had painted his damn door pink.

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Phip,

my saviour in every situation. Thinking that we found each other after all those years, and through such a weird coincidence gives me life and hope. Maybe we will find each other again one day. I don’t know what I’d have done without you, and I know it will be very empty in my inbox without your incoming crazy five-minutes of the day. But I think it will be even emptier to not be able to read the interpretation of my Theodule Gillenormand. You, and no one else, could have made that role to such a wonderful, three-dimensional, real person that I fell in love with, despise the fact that he was supposed to be such an undesirable character. You were never out of character, because you knew how the soul of one’s person can bend, and this is why I love you. We will meet again, yes? At the latest when you roam the Ezra Miller tag again. (Ps thanks for sending it to me again, and sorry for the chaos.)

+ Para sample Gillenormand smirked up at the figure hovering over him and took another drag of his joint. "Then kill me.", he said, his eyes jumping not once to the knife that was held against neck. "Are you not scared that I might? Won't you try to fight me?" "I'd rather die, than fight another human being. And of what use would it be to kill someone I love?" The man let out an almost crying laugh and then sighed, dropping the knife to the side. "You love me?", he asked sinking into the pillows next to him. Gillenormand took another drag. No. "Yes." He was high and in his own novel. The reader would excuse this one lie. At least it had saved his life, hadn't it? "You're mental, Gillenormand." "Says he one who likes to see blood when he smoked weed." The man laughed. "I just wanted to see if you're real. I love you, too." The next morning, Gillenormand left. This encounting became nothing more than another page of his notebook.

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Carson,

there is one thing, I always wanted to know. In your application you stated that you have always imagined Jehan as a girl, and that you would not play Jehan if the changes were not accepted. I am curious to know why. Because within these words lies something that tells a lot about your being, about how you perceive the world and about how you ended up playing Jehan. Your Jehan was not Victor Hugo’s, the fandom’s, or mine. Your Jehan was a character that worked well in our House, in the situations of 1968, and with the other characters, but it just wasn’t Jehan. You see the world as something that needs to be afronted. What I noticed is that you don’t take pieces of information to create a picture of truth. You have your truth and bend and squeeze all the pieces of information to confirm that already existing worldview. As much as I think it’s interesting, I also think that it’s dangerous. It can easily lead to a solidification of wrong ideas. Another thing I noticed. You like finding your own information to the topics you want to discuss, and that is great. But maybe you should try to read more articles than just the first page of google and then believe firmly in the first information you’ve been told. Let yourself falter, adjust and relearn, and don’t just meet everything with your already cemented ideas. That's very harmful. We had a lot of fun together, but in the end something was weird. Because I like you a lot, I thought a lot about it to find an answer. And I might have found one, so let me give you a last little advice to make sure that this doesn’t happen to future friendships of yours: If you want people to care; Care for them. Expecting them to coo, and pat, and be sorry for you, while your comment to their problems with nothing more than a  “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say.” before you proceed to talk about yourself, is pretty terrible. People cannot love someone who gives no shit about them. I hope you will be fine and that you will stay in contact with the friends you made, also that you stay strong and don’t let life overwhelm you.

Reading your application showed me that you feel at home with Jehan. You have your own picture of her and I believe that you can portray it perfectly. You’re writing is very smooth and I am very curious to see how you will interact with the other roleplayers. I love Jehan a lot and I feel that you won’t be disappointing me.

Name/Alias, Age and Timezone: Carson Kay Morrison, 18 (Central Time)

Describe your activity level: I would say that I have an average activity level. If I were accepted I would probably increase my activity so I could take part as much as possible.

Did you read the rules?: Yes, I read the rules.

Which character do you want?: I am applying for Jean “Jehan” Prouvaire.

Why did you choose this character?: I chose Jehan because I really love the character and really want to represent who I think they are.

Describe 1-3 headcanons for this character (They can be silly):

Jehan would be very protective of their poetry. They would only show it to people very close to them.

Jehan would take their coffee with a frightening amount of sugar.

Jehan would be very into nature photography.

Do you want to change anything?  (Faceclaims and gender changes go here! :)): I would like to change Jehan to female. My faceclaim would be Karen Gillan.

Willing to play this character if changes are denied? (yes/no): No, I’m sorry. Jehan being female has been a headcanon of mine for a long time and I don’t know how to represent her otherwise.

Para sample: The winter coat fit snuggly around Jehan. Rightly so, it was very old and the material smelt musky. After all, it had been packed away for many years. Recent events had left her with no choice but to dig out her old coat. It was pink and purple and completely garish in her opinion. It would have to do, however. She tenativley pulled the zipper up in order to gauge the fit. It fit perfectly. She grimaced because she knew how well this look would go over with her friends. They were going to laugh at her. She knew it.

She had to brush those thoughts aside because she was running late as it was. She shoved her keys into her pocket only to feel something inside. She pulled the object out of her pocket. It looked like a folded piece of paper. As she unfolded it a picture revealed itself. She gasped to herself. This was a picture of her Grandmother, standing in front of a flag bearing the Croix de Lorraine. Jehan smiled. Her Grandmother was a member of the Resistance during World War II. She would be proud because Jehan was doing something similar now.

Jehan put the photograph back in her pocket and walked out the door, smiling inwardly.

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Vic,

oh worldmaker, Vic.  I think I never got the chance to tell you how FREAKING MUCH YOU SCARED ME WITH YOUR STUPID MESSAGE. Remember? The one you sent me after you applied? Your application was great, your Javert was totally not the one I wrote but weirdly well played so I didn’t mind it all too much. You know me. I don’t stick to my opinion if the other person’s one is better. And then you wrote me about not being able to stay, that you didn’t believe in the beliefs that the house preached of, that you couldn’t, JUST COULDN’T even try to become a real part of this group. I thought I was going to fail as an admin, I thought I’d lose you, lose Javert, my absolute favourite character, I thought that as a human being I had lost all my ability to sense when people felt bad, unwelcomed and uncomfortable. And then, miraculously, I managed to make you stay. And you got into the writing, eventually, and into your role, and you plotted, and twisted, and plottwisted, and developed, and then you applied for Babet and before I could tell what happened it’s March 2015 and you’re my best friend. No goodbyes for you. I refuse to let you go. Just ... a little hug maybe. And a ♥ because we both love them so much. (ps. Can we talk about the ““he will not act upon those desires” such as his sexuality is very important to me and I like that you added that to your application.“ in my acceptance post??? Because. I kind of think that Theo ruined that??? xD)

I nearly cried when reading your para sample. Maybe because I cry at the most random situations but maybe because your writing is excellent. I like how you “described” me Javert in the choice and in the head canons part. It shows me that you really understand the complexity and ambivalence of and in him. The fact that “he will not act upon those desires” such as his sexuality is very important to me and I like that you added that to your application.

1. Victoria Andersen, age 17, Mountain Time

2. I try to get on as much as possible, but I mainly use mobile. I spend hours on here, though. Too many hours.

3. Of course I read the rules. I’m applying for Javert. Do I seem like the kind of person who wouldn’t read the rules? (read: playfulness, not douche-bag-ness)

IC:

1. Javert Torpecins

2. I personally identify with this character, and relate to his desire to follow the rules as a form of salvation. I find him to be one of the most interesting characters in both the book and the musical, and his interaction with Valjean is something that I am looking forward to greatly.

3. a. Javert looks at himself in the mirror every morning and repeats these lines: “Honest work, just reward: that’s the way to please the Lord.” And every morning, he ignores his conscience saying that lying and going undercover is not honest work, and that he may be lying to himself in more ways than one.

b. As a kid, Javert always forced the other kids into line, and was the ultimate tattletale.

c. Javert brushes his teeth every night and every morning without fail, and never goes more than two days without showering. And he reads at least one chapter of the Bible every night, after the others have fallen asleep. All in all, he is a man of order and routine, and has a hard time hiding that.

4. I would rather not have a face claim, because I feel that it is rather limiting. Even if I had one, however, I would not like Ed Sheeran. I do not think that his face fits Javert. I don’t have a suitable replacement at this point, though, so I am willing to adapt.

5. Yes. The character is worth more than just a faceclaim.

6. I will not role play him as gay. Maybe as bisexual, but he will not act upon those desires.

7. Javert sat at the Musain, the coffee shop where this abominable group chose to socialize when not at their home or wherever they chose to go during the day. A blank sheet of paper lay on the table in front of him, a black ink pen on it’s right side, both perpendicular to the worn edge of the table. Dear Inspector… No, too informal and familiar. To Inspector Thebault… Better. He lifted his hand slowly, ignoring its shaking as he reached for that pen. The side of him the schoolboys called ‘Vert’ was presenting a haunting image of himself, too weak and afraid to take up the pen and write, of himself seeing the better, truer purpose of that paper, that blank page, full of so much potential, as a mirror, of himself, alone, in a room full of laughing young students. The side of him the police called ‘Torpecins’ scorned the first, and scolded himself for listening to it. Pick up the pen! It commanded. The side of him he called ‘Javert’ did not know what to do. Write the letter and damn them all? Or reject everything, everything I was taught, everything I am supposed to follow? Reject my new… friends? Or reject the Lord? The young man glanced up, as if the exposed ceiling of the coffee shop would give way to the open night sky he found so soothing, but nothing changed, and he found no guidance. His hand fell onto the table, resting on that smooth, unblemished paper. Words fit only for a poem flew into his head. I am reaching, but I fall, and the stars are black and cold, as I stare into the void of a world that cannot hold. Torpecins laughed. The pressure increased within his head, and he rested his forehead on his sweating palms are it hit him that he could not continue this, this double life, this lie to himself and his fellow men. Just as he was about to stand up and scream to the world that it could go to hell, Jehan came up to him. “Are you alright, Javert?” He asked, that sickly sweet but still believable smile on his angelic face. Javert laughed, sitting up straight. “Of course, Jehan. Just drafting a letter to my parents.” The struggle was put off for one day more.

Victoria, I have no words. Your para sample left me baffled and I can really not understand how you had doubts about applying for that role. You are obviously more than capable of portraying different kind of personalities and I am impatient to see you on the dash. The second headcanon, though, is not possible. You can choose a first name for him, but Babet is already his last name. ;) And yes, all the help you need, my ask box is open.

Application Out of Character Information 1. Victoria, 17, Mountain 2. Need you even ask? 3. One Day More, or Stars. It’s a toss up now. In Character Information 1. Babet 2. He’s intriguing to me; there’s freedom in his character, because he cusses and drinks and smokes and is immoral, but he’s also trapped, because he feels like he can’t better himself. Plus, the fact that he is intelligent and ambitious makes me think I could play him well. The challenge would be the freedom and immorality, and the easy-going facade. And, I identify with him: he claims to be a chemist, while he wishes to be a cook. 3. a) Babet hates wearing black, due to the facts that it, first, makes him look even thinner than he is, and second, because of its connection to death. 4. Could his last name be Mousseau? It doesn’t mean anything; I just wanted him to have a last name. 5. Yes, of course. 6. Will you help me, if I get the character? I am not used to playing as a bad boy. 7. There was a nice breeze today; good for customers. The sun was out, making the spring air warm, but not too hot. There would be plenty of tourists at the Eiffel Tower today. Babet set up his booth, as he did every day, and began calling out to the people passing by. Those who did not live in Paris were fascinated by the little figurines, exact replicas of the building under which he stood, and he sold something around twenty in the first hour. At thirty-six nouveau francs a pop, he might not have to go join his friends at the store on Champs-Élysées that night.

Then he saw trouble. There, coming down the sidewalk, was a large man, with a huge paunch falling out of the waistband of his khaki pants. He was American; his accent was noticeable from even this far. His wife and daughters followed behind him, pointing and laughing at everything. Babet knew this type: almost always belligerent, but they payed well. He called out to the man, knowing that he would probably regret it.

The man approached his stall. “Hey, shrimp, how much you chargin’ for one of these here mini towers? My Nancy here wants one for her boyfriend back home.” ‘His Nancy’, an eighteen year old red-head in a mini skirt, didn’t seem to be concerned with her boyfriend; she winked at Babet, and causually lifted her skirt to show off a few extra inches of thigh. He sighed. “Forty new francs, monsieur. These are handmade, formed in the beautiful city of Paris herself. I am sure that this will be a souvenir to remember.”

"Forty francs?" the man roared. Spit flew from his mustached-crowned mouth, and Babet wiped his face with disgust. "That’s outrageous! Highway robbery! What are you, some criminal?" He froze. No… No! I am… this is honest work! He smiled cheekily at the blubbering idiot. “Sorry, m’sieur, those are going rates. Can’t lower my prices; I’ll lose money. And, your daughter looks like she’s willing to cover it.” Nancy had indeed pulled out her small, glittering purse, and started to give him a big pile of money, but her father held her back. “No, darlin’, I won’t let this charlatan rob us blind. I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind.” Inside, the young vendor was starting to panic, but he kept his charming facade untouched, sending a pitying smile and wink towards the daughter. “But, dear sir, your daughter does seem to want one of my…figurines.” He purposely drew out the word, trying to flirt as much as possible with the girl in the limited time he had left. If she didn’t buy before her daddy dearest exploded, then he wouldn’t have a sale.

"No! I said no, the first time, and I’m saying no again. Now shut your trap and listen to what I have to say. You’ve got no business trying to cheat innocent people out of their money. I did my research, son, and I know what a fair rate is. You’re a con, and I’m not falling for your tricks." The man leaned forward, emphasizing his point, and suddenly the open air seemed oppressive. "You’re a lazy, good-for-nothing street beggar who can’t get a good job. You spend your days swindling honest folk out of their money so you can go to some run-down bar at night and drink your self to death, don’t you? You stupid little boy. That’s not how the world works. You’ve got to work your way up. Thievery won’t get you nowhere." His fat fingers grasped one of the figurines, and before Babet could protest, it was snapped in half. His eyes quickly filled with tears, and he kept his head ducked so that the man wouldn’t see.

"Dammit, look at me when I’m talking to you, son!" The American reached out and grasped his dark hair, yanking his head up so that their eyes met. Babet futilely grasped at the rough hand, too afraid to try anything serious. "Aww, is the poor little street boy gonna cry for his mommy now?" The man laughed, heartily. He pulled harder. "Please, monsieur…" Babet gasped, his throat choking him. "Now, boy, if I ever catch you near my family again, I’ll call the police. I’m sure they’d be glad to get a hold of a swindler like you. If they catch ‘em young, I’ve heard, there’s still hope. Now get the hell outta here!" He shoved him backwards, onto the soft grass. Babet ran.

As the tears poured down his face, he repeated his mantra: You’re only a criminal if you act like one. This time, no one got hurt. He was lucky, and safe for one more day. One more day of selling trinkets, but one less day of actual crimes. You’re only a criminal if you act like one.

One day closer; one day farther away. One day, soon. It’ll be over, soon.

Sorry the para is so long. I just got really into it.

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Holly,

I feel like I should start this little paragraph and leave it for a week, or a month or two, go on a hiatus in the mean time. As a metaphor, you know. I don’t even know if you’re still with us, but maybe if you see this when we’re all already long gone, maybe my words will reach you. You’re the cutest, funniest and bestestest Bossuet one could wish for. You played him with so much more depth than the fandom often gives him, and I am glad that I got at least a little time to play with you. Thank you for bringing life into the roleplay with Gueulemer when it really needed it. I hope you’re fine. :)

I’m not going to lie; Seeing an application for Bossuet made me a tiny little bit very much happy. Your two first headcanons fit well into the picture I’ve got of  Bossuet and your para sample made me laugh. And let’s be honest, if this little sample can already make me laugh, I am excited to get the chance to really roleplay with you. Welcome welcome welcome!

Out of Character Information

1.Name/Alias, Age and Timezone

Holly, 18, CST.

2.Describe your activity level

I hope to be very active.  With summer coming up at the end of May, I hope to be more active at that point, but with school right now it might be a little more difficult, but I shall surely follow the guidelines about activity.

3.Did you read the rules?

Yes, and my favourite song is probably Red and Black, though A Little Fall of Rain is a close second. c:

In Character Information

1.Which character do you want?

L’Aigle.

2.Why did you choose this character?

I’ve always really liked his relationship with Joly and Musichetta and, after reading the character bio and background, I like it even more.

3.Describe 1-3 headcanons for this character.

L’aigle is significantly shorter than Joly and a couple inches shorter than ‘Chetta.  If he were to kiss Musichetta on the mouth, he’d have to lean up, or stand on his tiptoes to be perfectly level.

When joking and making light of whatever ill luck he’s found himself in, L’aigle’s jokes are sometimes corny at best, but he’s cute and always smiling, so he finds that he can get even just a pity laugh every now and again.  If not, he’s sure to laugh at his own jokes. Profusely.

He doesn’t really have a “label” for anything about his sexuality. It is what it is.  If he should ever stop loving both Joly and Musichetta, it wouldn’t much matter to him what gender his next partner would be.

4.Do you want to change anything?  

For the faceclaim, I would like Dane Dehaan if at all possible.  Other than that, I don’t think there’s anything to change.

5.Willing to play this character if changes are denied?

Yes.

6.Anything else?

I don’t believe so.

7.Para sample:

Valentine’s day was approaching fast, and Bossuet was sure he was going to do something for Joly and Musichetta.  He had considered cooking for them but, honestly, he didn’t want a fire today.  Or really any day for that matter.  The last thing he’d cooked had gone up in flames when he was just boiling water.  He chuckled to himself at the memory and pulled out wrapping paper.  Each was a small gift—fairly inexpensive as well—but he hoped Joly and ‘Chetta would like them no less.  Bossuet was no expert at wrapping, that was to be sure.  He’d only ripped off one piece of tape and already managed to cut his finger.  Who cuts their finger on a piece of tape?  Joly would already be cautioning him to clean and bandage the cut, and that made Bossuet laugh fondly as he took his finger into his mouth and sucked at it. Twenty-six paper cuts (or tape cuts as it was) later, Bossuet had two poorly packaged presents with little notes tucked under the paper.  Now, where to hide them?

1. Holly/18/CST

2.  Okay, I think this is already evident, but I check the rp everyday, even if I’m unable to reply.  I’m working on the whole being active thing bc life sucks oops.

3.  I am here hello.

4.  I read them again :D

(my favourite song is probably “A Little Fall of Rain” right now because I’ve taken to acting it out dramatically and pretending to die.

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1. Gueleumer

2.  I wanted a secondary character and he’s a big idiot. :D  Also, I really liked his backstory.

3.  He knows very basic English.  It’s really not much at all, just a few phrases, including the one on his tattoo on his left forearm.  It says “Death Before Dishonor”.

Guelemer likes keeping tabs on Favourite in the most uncreepy way possible.  He feels it’s somehow his duty to make sure she’s okay without outright stating his motivation being that they share a father.

Nothing about him is small.  From his nearly 6’6”, muscular stature, to his shoe size, he’s just big.

4.  Nope.  I’m good with Colton.  (But I did photoshop tattoos on him if that counts?)

5.  Yep.

6.  I don’t believe so, no. :D

7.  His footsteps echoed loudly in the otherwise near-silent night.   Somewhere, he could hear a dog barking.  In the far distance, there was a racous chatter—a bar no doubt.  Guelemer was in touch with the sounds of the night.  He had to be in order to protect himself from police and anyone that wished to stand in his way.  This particular night, nothing had been in his way so far.  It made the job easier.  Gazing up at the small building, he mulled over how he’d enter the easiest.  He spotted a window open and spit on his hands, rubbing them together for better traction.  With practised skill, Guelemer hauled himself up and through the window and stepped inside a small, well-furnished bedroom.  After a quick search of the room that consisted of uprooting most objects, he found a stash of jewlery that looked expensive.  It was the best he could do for now.  He tucked as much as he could into his jacket and went straight for the window, leaving the ransacked bedroom behind him. He walked away as briskly as he could, ducking into the shadows when he heard voices.  It was a mother calling for her child.  Yelling at her child really.  Guelemer almost laughed.  Geule mére.  The way she yelled, the way her words were slurred from drunkenness no doubt…It felt like home.

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Ella,

I’m so excited that you exist. Like, I don’t think you understand. You’re just so ... YES. On the other hand, I don’t know what I can tell you in this letter. I loved your sample, I love your Feuilly, I love the character developement you gave him, I love ... everything about the way you play the roles you applied for. Zephine is perfect. That’s it. There’s nothing else to say. Please stay like you are, because I think people need people like you. I remember one thing I can tell you about your application. I remember that you said something about maybe applying for another character but then choosing Feuilly beause he’s the easiest to play? I was pouting for about two minutes because I so desperately wanted a Courfeyrac, but then I saw you on the dash and just went ‘nope’. You’re the reason why Feuilly is now one of my top 3 Les Amis. Well done :D Oh gosh, and the fact that you applied for Zephine, totally out of the blue? I think that was the highlight of my winter! Thank you so much! Please please please stay in contact, because I know I will need you in future roleplays.

Dear Ella, your application was wonderful! I love the head canons, I really really do. The para sample gave me chills, it almost felt like standing next to Feuilly’s past self. I’m very impressed. I am glad we have you! On another note, I won’t be around for a day (or even two) because I am going to Berlin. However, if you made your account, you are very welcome to already follow the people and make a starter, even without the official “Follow” post. :)

Out of Character Information

1.

Ella, 17, GMT

2.

I’m a fairly active roleplayer. Now that I’m on my summer holidays I’ll probably be active pretty much everyday and even when I’m at school I’m normally able to get online for at least an hour a day at the very minimum.

3.

Yes, I’ve been roleplaying for about three years now. I’ve only ever rp-ed on tumblr, normally harry potter groups although I’ve taken part in a few Les Mis ones.

4.

Yes I did and I find it very difficult to pick a favourite song because they’re all amazing. I adore At The End Of the Day and Empty Chairs At Empty Tables in particular but there are so many amazing songs that my favourite changes every time I listen to the soundtrack.

In Character Information

1.

Feuilly

2.

I chose Feuilly because I love him a lot. He’s one of those characters who’s often ignored but doesn’t deserve it. In the Les Mis rp’s I’ve been in I’ve always found Feuilly the easiest to play and I think I can do a good job at portraying his character.

3.

The only birthday present Feuilly ever received was an A4 sketchpad and five charcoal pencils. Because of this charcoal is by far his favourite art material as it reminds him of the moments in his childhood when he actually got to be a child.

In the first year that Feuilly lived on the streets there was a week that he didn’t get given any change and kept getting moved so he was unable to find a place to sleep. Exhausted and starving Feuilly thought that he was going to die like that until he met another boy who shared with him the money he’d made that day. The boy taught him how to steal and flog watches and how to ask for money so that people would actually give it to you and also served as a constant reminder that even when you have little you should always share with those who have less.

He was really shy as a child and because of that nobody ever really connected with him, this is one of the main reasons he was never adopted. This often led to him being forgotten in class and at the orphanage, meaning that he had to teach himself how to read and write. His favourite book is Great Expectations.

4.

Could I change his fc to Richard Madden, please? I was in a roleplay where Jim was Remus Lupin and I think I might accidentally turn Feuilly into Lupin if I use him. I hope this is okay, if not then that’s fine.

5.

Yes I am

6.

Nope, I’m good.

7.

(Thanks so much for the prompt! I hope this is okay)

Later on in his life, when he was hiding under a bridge in the pouring rain or hadn’t eaten anything hot in the past three days, Feuilly would look back on the night he ran away from his orphanage and wonder why he ever decided to leave. However on most days Feuilly was exceedingly grateful that the security of Elmbrook Drive wasn’t up to scratch.

He’d been at school when he’d decided he needed to leave. It was a Tuesday in April, his sixteenth birthday, and after a torrent of abusive words had been aimed at him that lunchtime he’d locked himself in one of the toilet cubicles in the English department to stop himself from having a panic attack in front of the other boys. There he had sat for the rest of the day, taking steady breaths, and thinking through his reasons for staying. The only reason he had stayed this year was his educations. Feuilly wanted to stay in school, of course he did, but this year had made him realise that it was pointless. The school taught him nothing he didn’t already know. His history class was bigoted, his English teacher shouted at him for his bad pronunciation instead of correcting him and in between classes he had to deal with harsh words and harsher fists and nothing was going to change. This year he knew was his last.

That night he’d had dinner with the other kids in silence, he sat and read in silence, he’d went to bed in silence and then he left. It was simple enough to quietly pack up all his belongings and empty his small piggy bank into his wallet. After that all he had to do was slide up the window of his bedroom and climb out. He can still remember the bitter cold on his face as he knelt on the grass, calm and collected, before he pelted it out of the garden and into the night. He didn’t even look back. The next morning he got the first train to Paris which cost him almost all of his savings and sat and watched the buskers for hours until he got hungry. Feuilly can still remember the confusion about where he could find money for food, but he learnt easily enough and he never regretted leaving. While he was on the streets he was never alone, which was so much better then the alternative.

Out of Character Information

1.

Ella, 18, GMT

2.

I try get online everyday and I think I normally manage it, so I’m pretty active.

3.

As well as this place, I’ve been rp-ing for years.

4.

At the moment it’s probably empty chairs at empty tables (although I’m not sure why)

In Character Information

1.

Zéphine

2.

I’d quite like to play someone a bit different from Feuilly and having a slightly immoral character seems like a fun change. Zéphine just seems super interesting.

3.

Zéphine always wanted to be talented at something creative. Her aunt encouraged her to learn ballet and later violin but nothing really stuck even though she tried her hand at everything. She’s really good at solving riddles though.

She lies easily and frequently without feeling much guilt over that fact. The only person she can’t lie to is Dahlia but she blushes around her so much that it’s hardly noticeable.

While Dahlia went all out rebelling against her parents Zéphine took a subtler approach. Namely she began asking awkward questions over dinner and wearing darker clothes, cutting her own hair. Her most rebellious habit was taking up smoking and leaving ash in her aunts pink teacups.

4.

Nope I think she’s brilliant.

7.

When Zéphine was a little girl she used to read fairy stories about princesses getting rescued by shining knights every night before bed and she soaked up those stories like a sponge. Life was a simple thing in her young mind. If you got into trouble a prince would come and save you while you wore a pretty dress and nothing could possibly go wrong ever again.

That was until her best friend started acting insane. The two had been so close for such a long time but it was clear from the very beginning that in their friendship Zéphine had always needed Dahlia more. Her aunt had once commented that Zéphine was obviously jealous of her just older, just smarter, just prettier friend with the two respectable parents and the winning smile. Although even then Zéphine knew it was more like awe. It was because of this interest and respect that when Dahlia started acting like she was a the next teen rebel, Zéphine knew that she had to adapt or she’d be left behind. Maybe it wasn’t healthy to do something just for her friend, but she didn’t want to fail her best friend.

It wasn’t until she was halfway through her second ever glass of wine, curled next to Dahlia at midnight in the park they used to visit as kids that she realised it wasn’t jealousy that made her talk about her friend constantly, it was love. The realisation that her fairy stories had lied and that her aunt had failed to warn her about how dangerous love was, well, it hit her hard. She spent the next four days in her room, claiming she was suffering from a migraine and only smiling when her aunt came to give her food. In that time she read her fairy stories over and over, her heart hammering as she tried to understand what she was feeling.

Eventually she gave up trying to understand it and decided to ignore it instead. And like the good girl she was raised to be she kept that secret hidden deep inside her and hasn’t told a soul.

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Bee,

Eeep. I loved your Musichetta already a lot. But then seeing your Courfeyrac, who was not only like Hugo, fandom and me imagined him, but also perfectly adorable with lots of details and love, and hidden headcanons, really made me love you to bits. You’re a wonderful roleplayer and I’d be so excited to get the chance to someday roleplay with you again, to see how different chemistries of different characters could twine into each other! Stay as lovely as you are! (ps. silly thing to add, but I really liked how you formatted your applications?)

Dear Bee! I loved your headcanons, and your para sample was absolutely wild! It made me smile so much! And your writing is so good, I hope we’ll get to see a lot of that! I’m sorry it took me so long to make this acceptance post, things got a little crazy with the election here, but now I’m absolutely there for you, and I welcome you with wide-opened arms!

Name/Alias, Age and Timezone: bee, 17, GMT Describe your activity level: 8/9 probably Do you have any roleplay experience? Just about four years, all on tumblr :3 Did you read the rules? well sure but i mean asking me to choose my favourite les mis song is like asking me to choose my favourite child and by that i mean it’s definitely one day more

(Let me know if you don’t want the information to be published on the OOC-page) In Character Information

Which character do you want?: Musichetta Why did you choose this character? I’ve always had a soft spot for Musichetta, and I think the idea of polyamory, and how a girl would be seen for that (especially in the 60s) is pretty damn interesting - something i’d love to explore! Describe 1-3 headcanons for this character (They can be silly)

She always has her nails painted. always, no matter how hard times become, and how little money she has, her nails are always flawless

she genuinely thought she was psychic. for an entire year. a whole twelve months. it took one of her moms sitting her down and explaining to her that they’d been making stuff up for her to stop.

she traded her coat for a copy of to kill a mockingbird and it’s now one of her most proized possessions

Do you want to change anything?  (Faceclaims and gender changes go here! :) I did think about changing her fc from Demi to Phoebe Tonkin, because that thing about the eyes, like a fortune teller, seeing into the soul etc, really got me, and Phoebe’s eyes are absolutely amazing Willing to play this character if changes are denied? (yes/no) Absolutely! Anything else? Nope Para sample: She has to have it. She doesn’t have the money to buy it - she’s own to her last few francs, and she can’t give them away if she wishes to eat tonight (although she could find someone to take her in for the night, and maybe wheedle them into feeding her… no. She needs the money), so the book must remain behind the glass of the little Parisian book store. She leaves fingerprints on the glass as she all but tears herself away, chewing away the gloss on her lips as she gnaws at the skin. She gets half way down the road when she sees a man at a cafe, holding the very same book - brand new, too. To Kill A Mockingbird, in all it’s glory. She would buy it off him for a more reasonable price, but she doesn’t even have the money for that… she walks past him, head held high.

And then she turns back around, and over to his table.

Her French is still improving, in all honesty. She can just about get by, but her little french phrase book didn’t exactly teach her how to haggle for a book with the best possession she has: her coat. The spiegel coat is a beautiful shade of yellow, almost brand new - and yet she holds it out to him, regardless. “Monsieur,” She says, swallowing down her nervousness and staring into his eyes. “Mon manteau. Pour- pour le livre.” He looks at her, confused, but she has no idea if it’s the french or the deal that confuses him. “It’s brand new. C’est nouveau. And I really want that book- Je veux le livre. Beaucoup.”

The man seems to consider it for a moment, but then he’s handing her the book and taking the coat, nodding at her, walking away before she can think to change her mind, no doubt. But of course, Musichetta doesn’t care. On the contrary. She has her book. She clutches it to her chest, walking away, and ignores the slight chill in the air that brushes against her bare arms.

Dear Bee, we already talked about my Courfeyracs headcanon, and I hope you really didn’t take my enthusiasm for this charming cuddle bear as an obligation to act those headcanons out. Your para sample was so charming, and your headcanons so perfectly adorable, I don’t see why you’d have to play Courf any differently than you wanted him to play when you applied. I’m very excited to see him on the dash! :)

Which character do you want? Courfeyrac Why did you choose this character? Courfeyrac is a total sweetie, and I’ve never played a character with his personality before. And of course, he’s got a different circle to ‘Chetta, so it’d be fun to interact with those people more. Describe 1-3 headcanons for this character

He has a teddy bear called Colonel Lamarque, who is on his bed at all times. He used to be called General Lamarque, named after you know who, but he went missing for a week and upon his return, Courf demoted him.

He’s never had a steady girlfriend.

He will, at any one given time, be wearing a mixture of mod and rocker clothing - and he actually pulls it off.

Do you want to change anything? Nope! Para sample:

Courfeyrac stood waiting outside the Musain, hands in the pockets of his studded leather jacket, pulled tight over his shirt and tie; he had been told many a time before that his dress sense was ridiculous, but he liked it all the same. Not that it was doing much for him now, on this unseasonably cold day. Even for February, it was freezing. February usually meant slightly sunnier days, if not warmer ones, but the sky was flat white, the sun dull, and Courfeyrac’s fingers where slowly turning purple as he waited dutifully for his friends.

He caught the eye of a waitress inside, and smiled politely (read: charmingly). She blushed, but she did spare him a wink, to which he grinned. Even he didn’t know how he did it, sometimes. He was only trying to be polite. But maybe with Valentines day quickly approaching, he should keep his options open, see if he couldn’t score himself a date for the night in question.

His train of thought was broken by two figures on the horizon, walking down the street towards him, and he gave a wide grin, raising one frozen hand in a wave. He would’ve gone in and sat down, if he hadn’t been so excited, the news he had to tell them very important to him - and hopefully to them too. He rolled up on the balls of his feet, an excited gesture, as his grin impossibly widened. He only waited for them to be in hearing distance when he declared,

"I’ll do it! I’ll occupy the house with you!"

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Hannah,

Whaaaaaat??? You’re just such a rad, cool and perfect Bahorel I don’t even know how that is possible. It’s such a shame you didn’t get to roleplay with us for much longer, as I think your evil secret headcanons should have been given so much more attention. I hope that we will meet again one day, and that until then, you will be fine and do great. <3

Out of Character Information

1.

Name/Alias, Age and Timezone

Hannah, 17, GMT

2.

Describe your activity level

Most days I should be online on mobile, although if I’m accepted and it’s before Friday I probably won’t be on much until Saturday (I have a bit uni interview and loads of reading to do)

3.

Do you have any roleplay experience? (Did you roleplay before? On tumblr? Do you have any questions? Can I help you and explain you what you need? Just let me know!)

I have plenty of RP experience. I’ve been RPing on tumblr for three years or so now. Currently I have a few characters in one RP and run my own RP (with your gorgeous fabulous Feuilly writer, actually)

4.

Did you read the rules?

Yes I did, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to bore you and say it’s the ABC cafe/Red and Black. I’m so generic omg.

(Let me know if you don’t want the information to be published on the OOC-page) — Nah, it’s all cool do whatever In Character Information

1.

Which character do you want?

The beautiful Bahorel

2.

Why did you choose this character?

I’ve always loved Bahorel, and I was just really excited to see a canon to the book Bahorel rather than the fanon brawny wrestler type guy

3.

Describe 1-3 headcanons for this character (They can be silly)

The winter she arrived in Paris, Bahorel cut all of her hair off. She now wears it either slicked back or leaves it as it was when she rolled out of bed.

Openly, Bahorel identifies as lesbian, partly because she likes the label and partly because explaining to everybody she meets what pansexual biromantic means takes way too long.

Despite loving him to peices, Bahorel remains somewhat sceptical of Enjolras’ revolution, given the status his gender and race give him. She’s not quiet about this, and is happy to step in and let him know when she thinks he’s got things wrong, often rather embarrassingly when he’s midway through a speech.

4.

Do you want to change anything?  (Faceclaims and gender changes go here! :))

Hey! Can I change her fc to Zawe Ashton (you should watch this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hmn9WZMRELw and I hope that’ll explain why I just can’t see anyone else as B)

5.

Willing to play this character if changes are denied? (yes/no)

Yeah, sure! Although there are a few fcs I’d put ahead of Anna as Bahorel. Maybe Lea Seydoux or Kristen Stewart? You agreed to the change but it’s okay if you change your mind. Ultimately I’d be happy with Anna :)

6.

Anything else?

Don’t think so! I godmodded a few characters in my para sample, but obviously I wouldn’t do that in the actual RP :)

7.

Para sample: (In-character, can be anything. (for example a letter, a paragraph in third person, an interiour monologue, before or after moving into the ABC House.., etc. Just show me you understand the character and your writing abilities.) If you need a prompt, don’t hesitate to ask me! But remember that even if I give you some ideas for your para sample, you don’t have to take them. I won’t be bothered if you just ignore my ideas for the prompt. :))

With a smirk to herself, Bahorel took a swig of Feuilly’s drink behind his back, sighing deeply. Tonight’s new drinking game was to drink whenever Enjolras referred to an inanimate object (usually France) as ‘she’, and really Bahorel was amazed by how it was going. Only twenty minutes into the rant – sorry, speech – and she was well and truly pissed. She might even have to consider cracking open her own alcohol supply, as it couldn’t be much longer before someone around her noticed their drinks emptying much faster than they should be. Rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, she looked down at the book in front of her, her heart sinking. What time tomorrow morning did this have to be read for? Only, like, nine, right? There was loads of time ‘til then, it didn’t really matter that she wasn’t doing it now. It was fine. And she was going to see La Bohéme at seven so that took off about four hours, so that left… fourteen? Or close enough. It was fine. Absolutely fine.

“Everything alright, B?”

She jumped, startled by the hushed question, and came face to face with Feuilly.

“Me? Couldn’t be fucking better mate,” She grinned, spying an opportunity and offering him the book, “I’ll give you a tenner to read this and write me up a summary by eight tomorrow morning?”

His scathing look gave her her answer.

“Worth a try.” Shrugging cheerfully, she went to staring encouragingly at Enjolras, as he harped on about some injustice that would never in a million years affect him directly. Bahorel heaved a long sigh, not even bothering to make sure E wouldn’t see it.  She’d had too much stress and too little sleep to worry about his white feelings right now. Maybe she’d skip the opera, for once. Pass her tickets off to Musichetta for a neat profit and lie in bed and ignore that bloody book. Yeah, sound plan. She mumbled a goodnight to Feuilly and, picking up her book, headed off to bed.

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Cat,

words cannot express how much I love the interpretation of every role I saw you in. It is just sad that such a great roleplayer like you doesn’t have the patience to explore their character. Instead of creating a muse within the character you already have, you kept seeking new muses, but which obviously gave you just as little, for one simple reason; they were all played by you. Sadly this gave me not much opportunity to get to know you. Maybe this will help you for the future: A situation is, what you make of it. I hope you will have a lot of fun in future roleplays, and maybe use the opportunities you are given more than you did with us.

Out of Character Information

1. Cat/19/CST

Name/Alias, Age and Timezone

2. I will definitely be on a lot considering one of the advantages of this RP is that it is very mobile friendly. However if something should arise I will be much better at letting the admin know of it. With that being said, I will do my best to be on a few hours daily or at least check mobile throughout the day and respond.

Describe your activity level

3. Yes, I have been on tumblr for a while now and have been a part of RP groups and have had my own RP blogs. I also was an admin for my own RP on fanfiction.net for about a year. And deviantart for about 3 years before that.

Do you have any roleplay experience? (Did you roleplay before? On tumblr? Do you have any questions? Can I help you and explain you what you need? Just let me know!)

4. On my own.

Did you read the rules?

(Let me know if you don’t want the information to be published on the OOC-page)

In Character Information

1. Mya Combeferre

Which character do you want?

2. I really like her backstory and I think because she isn’t in the movie (maybe in the book? I haven’t read it) that there’s a lot of leeway with how I would get to portray her. I love that she doesn’t want to be the damsel in distress, but rather the hero, and I think she would be a very good voice for the revolution as well as a great influence to the other characters.

Why did you choose this character?

3.

1.) When she was younger, her parents put her in piano classes and despite her protests and fits, she actually grew to enjoy playing. Now, she enjoys playing privately and composes her own ballets. However, she doesn’t think they’re good enough to ever been produced, but she enjoys creating them nonetheless.

2.) She has a slight hot chocolate addiction, it can be 100 degree F outside but she will want to drink it.

3.) She’s very competitive and hates losing games.

Describe 1-3 head-canons for this character (They can be silly)

4. I would like to change the FC to Keira Knightley if possible

Do you want to change anything? (Faceclaims and gender changes go here! :))

5. Yes!

Willing to play this character if changes are denied? (yes/no)

6. That’s all!

Anything else?

7.

Mya looked at the slip of paper in her hand and tried to match the address to the house she was standing in front of. She was finally there, and with only one suitcase and shoulder bag. She knew her parents were disappointed in her decision, but she wasn’t going to end up a housewife. She was going to be a dancer.

Never in her life had she made a decision this big. She didn’t even tell her brother she was coming, but she knew he’d welcome her. She just wasn’t sure who else would be there. Slowly, she walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and gave a few loud knocks, hoping whoever answered would understand why she was there.

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For the next few hours,

I will be posting your applications so you can reread your old para samples and the way you pictured your character before playing them. I will try to find the acceptance post I made for you back then, and post them along with a little letter to you.

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March 31, 1969

Goerge Harrison is arrested and fined for illegal drugs possesion.

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Don’t miss this.

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March 30, 1969

Loyalists bomb water and electricity installations in Northern Ireland in the hope that the attacks would be blamed on the IRA and on elements of the civil rights movement, which was demanding an end to discrimination against Catholics.

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March 29, 1969

The Eurovision Song Contest in Madrid result in four co-winners