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CLOPIN the basics full name • Clopin Trouillefou nicknames • The Gypsy King age • Thirty-five primary standing • Recruiter secondary standing • Member(he can and will fight as a soldier). faction • Gilded Wings species • Human gender • Male sexuality • Bisexual the appearance origin • The Hunchback of Notre Dame height and weight • 5'11" & 146 lbs overall appearance • Pretty much already in the gif? the personality overall personality • Strange. He's playful and silly, and tends to pull his puppet and strange voices out of nowhere to comment on his own speech. He has a tendency to be able to pull charm out of thin air. He has a dark side, in which he viciously defends those he considers his good friends, to the point of killing the enemy. The same goes for intruders brought before him in the "royal" court. He sees himself as grand and important, although he comes from humble beginnings. As a king(of his particular tribe), Clopin has far more responsibility on his shoulders than he has ever had before. The weight of having to watch over his people and keep them safe causes him stress at times. He strives to be benevolent, but not so much that the people take advantage. He is also a bit of a trickster sometimes, and he loves being sarcastic. He is known to sacrifice quite a lot when it comes to the good of his people or those he cares for. He is quick-witted. If there's a story that needs to be made up, or a good comeback to be tossed at someone, Clopin's the guy. He's also pretty experienced with blades and weaponry, along with his own magic. He is extremely quick to act brash, and quick to anger, although he is attempting to work on it. He is easy to hate, and quite boastful when it comes to his accomplishments. the history overall history • As a child, he was part of a nomadic tribe of gypsies that came to stay in Paris because they were able to find a place to call home, in the catacombs underneath Paris. They called it the Court of Miracles, and that is where Clopin has spent most of his life, aside from his life outside of the Court, in order to survive. His parents were the “king” and “queen” of his tribe, and he was to be next in line should anything happen to them. When Clopin was around 10 years old, his parents had gone on a trip outside of Paris to Calais, and they returned with a small girl that they said was handed to them by another tribe of gypsies who could no longer care for her. She was named Esmeralda, and she became Clopin’s adoptive sister, and he cared for her like no other, raising her and teaching her how to dance. Some years after that, his parents left again to another city in France, and when they returned to Paris, they had been given another baby to care for. This baby was quite deformed, and his mother wanted nothing to do with the supposed “demon child”. Clopin’s parents felt sorry for the boy and offered to bring him to the Court of Miracles, where any and all outcasts were made to feel welcome. But on their way back, the two were apprehended by Frollo and his soldiers(they were the couple at the beginning of HoND), and his father was taken away, while Frollo chased after his mother and the baby. He kicked her down the stairs leading up to Notre Dame, and the impact to her head killed her. Frollo took the boy in, although more out of fear of God than guilt for what he had done.When news came to Clopin of his parents’ death, he became a boy king. Years later, he never blamed Quasimodo for what happened, as it wasn’t the bellringer’s fault. For a few years, his father’s advisor helped Clopin, but as soon as he turned 18, he was left to rule on his own. Aside from that, not much is known about Clopin himself, even to those closest to him. When Frollo invaded the Court of Miracles and kidnapped Esmeralda for his own selfish needs, Clopin and the rest of his people were chained up and locked away, completely in the dark in terms of what was about to happen to them. Naturally, he feared for the safety of his people, and desperately tried to think of ways to get out of the shackles he was in. It was during this time that the Welding of Worlds happened, and the shift caused several things to happen all at once. First, it seemed that Frollo's rampage seemed to have been stopped in its tracks. Second, he and his people were free! Amidst the confusion of everyone around him, the gypsy king went off in search of rescuing his sister. He found her not too long after, having been rescued by a bipedal fox and a thief from a far-off kingdom. Thankful for their assistance in rescuing her, Clopin pledged his allegiance to the Guilded Wings, and agreed to fight on their behalf against the rising darkness, while keeping an eye out for those he felt would be beneficial to their ranks. the Role play sample (hope it's okay if I use a sample from one of my previous rp's): The smell of smoke hit him like a brick wall, threatening to suffocate him. He was back in the saddle of a stolen horse, scythe slicing through enemies like butter as the horse galloped past. He gleefully laughed, looking for his next victim. His heart raced with adrenaline, and his chest swelled with a sense of freedom he hadn't felt in ages. A sudden commotion from the belltower pulled his attention away from his next victim, as he saw both Esmeralda and Quasimodo attempting to outrun Judge Claude Frollo. Dark brown eyes narrowed as he managed to turn the horse in the direction of Notre Dame, directly towards the flames and molten steel that surrounded the cathedral. But before he could do anything to assist, Frollo began his free fall to the ground from high above, clinging to nothing but the stone that had caused him to slip. It was then that the arrow struck, from high up within the parapets of Notre Dame. The sheer force of it piercing through his chest threw the gypsy king off the horse, and it galloped off, leaving him in the dust as the townspeople threatened to trample him. Clopin awoke in a cold sweat, eyes wide, and heart racing. He took a few deep breaths once he realized he was most definitely still alive, and he examined his chest, fingers running over the pale scar where the arrow had been buried. He then prepared himself for the day ahead, pushing the nightmare to the furthest reaches of his memories. His army needed him today, as he had missed a pivotal battle with the Blackblood Legion. Luckily for the Rogues, they emerged victorious, but he cursed himself for not being there to fight alongside his soldiers. He pinned his ermine cloak, and adjusted it so that it was comfortable. And once his crown was secured on top of his head, he headed out of his royal chambers, only to come face to face with one of his beloved canines. "Mon roi." "Dante." Clopin responded with a smile, gently scratching the shepherd's ear. "Where are they?" he asked, as they began to walk down the long hallway. "At the new Court of Miracles. But I have to warn you, they've brought a recruit back." Dante said, emerald eyes filled with worry. He pinned his ears back, and his previously neutral expression fell. "Well, what's the matter with that? You know new recruits are always welcome to join! Don't be so silly, Dante." Clopin said, with a chuckle, as he patted the dog's head. The pair exited the Conciergerie, and made their way over to the Court of Miracles, with a deafening silence between them. Once they entered the Court, Clopin noticed that a small crowd of Rogues awaited him, along with some of his own people. He raised an inquisitive brow, and looked to Dante for an explanation. The wolf dog's attention remained pointed forward. "Bring the recruit forth." Dante barked. Clopin raised his chin, attempting to see what was going on over the sea of heads. He began to grow nervous, but held his composure as best he could. The small crowd of soldiers and gypsies split to reveal Luca and Marko, two of Clopin's most trusted people, and his gaze fell immediately on the pale man between them, as the three of them marched forward. Clopin's blood ran cold, and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. This could not be. There was no possible way. The man who had nearly burned all of Paris down in an obsessive attempt to find his dear sister, and murdered his parents in cold blood...was now here, alive and standing before him. He should be DEAD. Clopin's eyes narrowed as the man he had thought was dead was sitting right here in front of him, eerily in the same position as he was several years ago. His teeth clenched in a silent fury, as he managed to find his voice. His scythe suddenly appeared in his right hand, and he clenched it with a tight fist. "Get this...this monster to the gallows." Clopin growled, in a low voice that was the complete opposite of his normally shrill pitch. He then allowed an unsettling grin to cross his lips, as he locked eyes with the former judge. "I'll make sure that this time, he suffers for the sins he committed." the role player alias • Honestly, I'm fine being called Clo since that's what most people know me as ^^; If not, Jay is cool too. age • 24 pronouns • She/Her how did you find us? • From Conquest. other characters • They're being apped! |
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