Meet the friends (and foes) of the Gypsies

Full Name: Quasimodo

Physical Description: A young man of twenty, Quasimodo can hardly lead the normal life of an average young man, because he severely deformed. A large hunch on his right shoulder and the unnatural curve of his spine prevent him from standing upright, and since one of his legs is longer than the other, his manner of walking is more of an uneven hobble than anything else. A mat of tangled red hair covers his head, and his face seems to be forever twisted in an expression of pain. However, gentle blue eyes look out from beneath his heavy brows, perpetually pleading for any kind of human kindness....

Background: Raised for the first few years of his life by wandering Gypsies, Quasimodo was given at a young age to a woman called Paquette La Chantefleurie, in an unwilling exchange for her dear daughter. Paquette, disgusted and enraged, brought the deformed child to Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, where he was unwanted even as a poor foundling. The Archdeacon Claude Frollo, however, adopted the child and raised him in the solitude of the Cathedral, where he was taught to read, write, and worship properly. Having no other means of occupying himself (as he was taught from a very early age that to leave the Cathedral would be a very sinful action indeed), he took upon himself the position of Bellringer, an occupation which would severely damage his ability to hear. Of late, however, it is not the bells which have been occupying his mind, but rather a beautiful Gypsy dancer by the name of La Esmeralda....

Alignment: Good

Birthdate: No-one can say for sure, except that he was adopted in 1467, when he was "at least four years old."

Occupation and/or Hobbies: He rings the bells of Notre Dame Cathedral for every occasion needed, because they are the only thing in his life that give him unconditional joy.

Race: Human, although much of the populace of Paris would argue this point to the death.

Name: Pierre Gringoire

Physical Description: He's relatively tall (about 5'10") and rather thin. He has brown hair, green eyes, pale skin.  He's not very strong, or heavily muscled, but at least has the physical capabilities to handle everyday chores.  Think your "average Joe" and you'd be on the right track.  Not particularly attractive or outstanding in any way, his clothes consist of a simple green tunic and black hose, both threadbare. They're classified as rags by people with money.  His shoes are practically non-existent, as well as his cloak.  He has no purse for he has no coin, and carries pretty much nothing else. He's as basic as one can get.

Background: His father, a notary of Gonesse, was hanged by the Burgundians and his mother was slaughtered by the Picards, leaving him an orphan at the age of six.  From then on, he roamed the streets of Paris, living off the charity of people willing to spare him food.  Upon turning 16, he decided to choose a calling. He became a soldier, but wasn't brave enough; a carpenter, but wasn't strong enough.  He tried to be a monk, but wasn't devout enough, nor a very good drinker.  After multiple other trial careers, he realized he was always lacking in some sort of requisite.  Fortunately, at this time, he ran upon Judge Frollo, who took an interest in him, and taught him everything he knew, from letters to Latin to classic literature. Then, against his mentor's advice, he became a poet and composer of rhymes.  However, a poet does not earn much money.  So, still broke, homeless, and hungry, Pierre luckily stumbled upon Clopin and his band.

Alignment: Lawful, mainly.  Pierre is rather strict on rules.Though really not very good at setting any, he has a moral code that he's bound and determined to follow, and feels extremely uncomfortable if he doesn't.

Birthdate: April 5th, 1456

Occupation and/or Hobbies: Pierre has many 'hobbies', includinghermetics and architecture. However, he is first and foremost apoet and playwright; a scholar at the least.  Basically, he writesfor a living.  Though it is a poor living, indeed.

Race: True, native Frenchman, descended from the lines of Frenchmen.

Full Name: Cristelle, nicknamed "La Reine des Petites Rues de Paris" because, well, being a Queen is better than being a Princess, n'est-ce pas?

Physical Description: A young woman of twenty-one years, she stands at five feet six inches, generally walking with the confident air of someone who knows her territory well. She wears a skirt of midnight-blue, patterned in wine-red, that reaches just above her ankles in jagged hem that has never been properly sewn, but many times ripped. A faded bodice, which was once a rich brown, covers her eggshell-coloured peasant blouse, and on her feet she sports a pair of flimsy sandals. Her light-brown hair falls loosely below her shoulders, framing the delicate features of her pale face. Her pastel-pink lips are more often than not curved into a smile of an ironic nature, and her hazel eyes often hold a twinkle of sly laughter within them.

Background: Cristelle grew up on the streets of Paris, having never known a mother or father. She will proudly confess to having resorted to thievery as a means of survival, but only reluctantly will she admit, even to her closest friends, certain aspects of her past life of which she is still ashamed.

Alignment: It really depends on which side of the law she prefers to be on, on any given day....

Date of Birth: No-one knows for sure, except that it was probably somewhere in the general vicinity of 1460-61.

Occupation and/or Hobbies: She often sings in the square in front of Notre Dame, asking for donations so that she might feed herself. However, when the public is not in a particularly generous mood, she amuses herself by finding interesting ways of procuring food for herself, most of which are slightly less than legal. She also enjoys roaming the streets of Paris, just because they're there, and spending time with her friends.

Race: Human, mostly likely of French blood

Name: Alhric Augustus Ainvar D'Etoile

Physical Description: Standing near 5' 11", the young man carries little more than his rosary, and perhaps an apple or two, and the book he is currently reading. He wears a warm robe in the winter months, and a simple drab green tunic when the weather allows. He is rather thin, topped with a ruffle of unkempt brown hair which is evened out with his greyish green eyes. As his face is rather plain, he has a little more trouble with females than he would like..... not that he has time for them, anyhow. You know.. busy and all.....

Background: Born of Shamus McKerr and Christine D'Etoile, he is the only boy of four children. He has grown up with wealth, education, and the safety that it brings. However, ignorance came as well. Being shut out from the world is not a light burden to carry. Strangely, Alhric broke free of the typical psyche and drive of one of his status to pursue a life of religious worship. However, during his 'sacred training', he was, very easily, conned into bringing his acquaintance, a young gypsy woman, into the sanctity of the Church to teach her of his truth. Unfortunately, a priest, with quite a bit of power and his own plans for the woman, brought her life quickly to an end. The memory of her body swinging on the noose still haunts his mind and dreams. From that day on, his life was anew. With a new path, and renewed conviction, he set out into the streets to deliver the truth, not only of God, but of the Church.

Alignment: Towards God's path, and away from the Church's.. however one may judge. Heretic or Disciple? Only a child.. nothing more.

Birthdate: June 22

Occupation and/or Hobbies: Politician, teacher, landlord, disciple, heretic, Pseudo-Priest. A crusader (successful one at that) against the Church, and supporter of the King. He can do most any expensively taught hobby, but only truly loves reading.

Race: Half Scottish, half French.

Name: Gerhalt. That's all you need to know... why're you asking? Did Pierre tell you to ask that? If I trust you.. I'll tell you. If I find out you're working for Pierre... I'll eat you.

Physical Description: A man of average height and weight, Gerhalt is donned in a patchworked outfit of every color available. Bells jingle as he moves, or dances... or jigs... or skips.. or prances.. or what have you. A hat, just as colorful as his outfit and personality, covers his light brown hair, yet only bringing out his bright green eyes. Always with him is his satchel, within which are his precious instruments that provide the money for the bread he eats and the bells that are frequently ripped from their placing on his outfit. His face is unusually attractive for his time, although the woman it brings seems only a nuisance to the man.

Background: Not much to say. Lived a full life until his loving wife, Eka, died during their travels. Since, he has only travelled, seeking new friendships, yet highly wary of them when they are found. The root of his paranoia of his friendships has no good explanation. However, his extreme dislike of doctors stems only from his wife's death a couple of years ago. Doctors, and enemies who pretend to be friends are beyond hate with this bard, yet all others find him more than kind... or at least good for a laugh.

Alignment: His only true alignment is to Gerhalt, since his wife's passing. However, for the friendships that seem true, he would do anything.

Birthdate: Would be nice to know, huh? Sometime in Sep.. temb... ruaaaary... yeah......Septembruary... the 48th, I think.

Occupation and/or Hobbies: He's an outstanding Gerhalt, an excellent bard, a mediocre sculpter, and a horrible walker. Trips fairly often.

Race: Deutsch. (That's German, if anyone here's.. ::scoffs::... British.)

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