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NAME/HANDLE: Gene
PERSONAL JOURNAL: notstanley
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: By quite a bit.
CONTACT: AIM[fillthesun], E-mail[beneatthepeartree at gmail.com]
OTHER CHARACTERS: Oliver Sumner bonesandskin


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CHARACTER NAME: Grantaire (a.k.a. R.)
SERIES: Les Miserables (2012 film, supplemented via novel)
CANON POINT: Having just been shot dead alongside Enjolras. (Though arriving in-game will cause Grantaire to believe that his final moments were a dream.)
AGE: 25
APPEARANCE: Drink with me.

PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: N/A

PERSONALITY: Ah, the drunken cynic.

To summarize his introduction from the novel, Grantaire is the lone skeptic amongst Les Amis de l'ABC, "a man who took good care not to believe anything." He's tremendously well-rounded in his knowledge of places, activities, philosophies, and classics and generally puts off an air of arrogance. He is "a rover, a gambler, a libertine, and often drunk", living under the pretense that nothing truly matters and therefore one may as well simply enjoy what one can. In short, his front is essentially that of a libertine Nihilist and he is only tolerated by those around him for the sake of his good-humour.

Beneath all of that, however, Grantaire is essentially more of a jaded romantic. He waxes poetic on a fairly regular basis, egged on by the combination of amusement and irritation in those around him, as well as the wine that he's constantly drinking. The one thing that he truly believes in, all else be damned, is Enjolras, of whom he is described to be "a true satellite", and his one delight in life, that which makes it entirely worth living, is the company of his friends. Though he openly mocks the concept of devotion and often taunts his friends for their beliefs and ideals, he is irrevocably devoted to Enjolras and Les Amis in a way that he is attached to nothing else.

Now, on a note in more modern psychological terms, Grantaire is an addict and displays the signs of what would be called an Addictive Personality. He can, on one hand, be impulsive, insecure, maladaptive, and easily depressed while, on the other, he is often tremendously verbose, assertive, and gregarious. His form of self-medication has always been a combination of inebriation - most notably preferring wine, though opium and hash are both also mentioned - and personal attachments, reveling in the attention or even mere presence of others.

This is all very important to understand due to the fact that he arrives after having just awoke from a drunken slumber and will inevitably be going through alcohol withdrawal while attempting to survive the horrors around him. He will, in the near future, be suffering the most minor of symptoms - including shakes, nausea, anxiety, headaches, insomnia, etc. - and will eventually suffer from some of the more severe ones - such as inexplicable disorientation, hallucinations, irregular heartbeat, tremors, fever, and so on. Symptoms will peek approximately four to five days after alcohol cessation.

(Note: I must admit to a tremendous amount of personal experience with handling this sort of situation and I aim to treat it in a realistic manner. I'll be sure to warn for that fact upon introducing him to other players.)

ABILITIES: Super Alcohol Tolerance, Sonic Cynicism, Power Trolling, and a sense of humor capable of winning over everyone but Enjolras.

But no. To be serious, Grantaire is an extremely well-rounded individual. He has a tremendous memory for facts as well as an extremely eloquent way with words, when he really gets going. He is, on one hand, an artist and an intellectual and, on the other, extremely familiar with physical activity. Canonically, he is variously mentioned as being a decent kickboxer, gymnast, and dancer. That being said, he'd much rather fight with his fists than with any sort of weapon and he is a relatively formidable foe to anyone of equal physical stature in that regard.

POSSESSIONS: Nothing save the clothes on his back.


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JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE:
[ He wakes pleasantly enough, all things considered, the final vision in his mind being that of Enjolras, stood in full glory before the National Guard, the firing squad which means to shoot them both down. His friends are gone and he will not live without them and there is no greater man to whom he would declare his loyalty than this. The fact that he is permitted to do so, to die as he does-- There is a strange sort of euphoria in that fact.

But when he opens his eyes, everything changes.

His heart nearly stops again at the sight that greets him. The massive gallows strangles a sharp cry of shock out of him by its very existence. He realizes that there are other people but he doesn't particularly have the mind to care for that knowledge. ]

Hell!

[ It exists and he is there. That is the only answer. ]