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C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: (Guillaume) Feuilly
Canon: Les Miserables
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: June 6th 1832 | post death
Number: --- » 034 » 182
Setting: The wiki page
History:
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C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: (Guillaume) Feuilly
Canon: Les Miserables
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: June 6th 1832 | post death
Number: --- » 034 » 182
Setting: The wiki page
History:
Like most of the more minor characters of Les Misérables, Feuilly's background is incredibly sparse and almost non existent. However with what it does share, the events surrounding his character and a little historical background a decent understanding can be obtained.
Feuilly is an orphan without parent and comes from the South of France like most of the other Amis. He is the lone non student of the group and instead works as a fan maker, struggling for those three francs a day. Though using Marius' expenses breakdown as a reference, he's in a rather stable place. Or, on a weekly basis generally makes enough to spare the occasional franc or two for (secondhand) books to study and other non-essentials like drinking with revolutionaries.
Personality:
These revolutionaries being the students of Les Amis de l’ABC (or, Friends of the Abased). With his life goals being to 'deliver the world' it is very likely he met and befriended the other members with their open goals of educating the children and quieter ones of freeing the oppressed. It was quite the match made in justice.
Around the beginning of the 1830's, a General by the name of Lamarque had begun openly speaking against the monarchy making him favored to the people. With his defense of the constitutional liberties and independence of Poland and Italy would have made him favored to Feuilly and his causes. When news of his illness arrived unease spread among the lower classes, this being the icing on the unwanted cake of misery that had been piling up.
Unfortunately, Lamarque succumbs to cholera and days later during his funeral, Feuilly joins Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac and the others to take over the cortege, setting off the chain of events that would later be known as the June Rebellion.
Unfortunately, Lamarque succumbs to cholera and days later during his funeral, Feuilly joins Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac and the others to take over the cortege, setting off the chain of events that would later be known as the June Rebellion.
With the Amis at the forefront of their barricade at the Corinth, everything seems to be going well. The insurgents are riding high on the revolution that is surely to come and there is no doubt in their mind that they will win. But as the night draws on it is learned that their fight was for naught and the people who were to join them would not. They were on their own.
During the night, Feuilly takes his two hours of rest and with an iron nail engraves VIVENT LES PEUPLES (or, Long Live the People [of the World]) into the stone wall across from the Corinth where it stayed there as a reminder all the way to the next uprising of 1848.
As the morning dawns on that fateful day, they fight incursion after incursion for their freedom, the peoples freedom. And despite them having done so well against so many, there is only so much a small group of insurgents can do against the Army and National Guard. Step by step they advance on the weakened and mostly injured group, the lack of sleep, food and the dwindling ammo doing no favors for the them. It is not long before the barricade is overpowered and their center lieutenants - Feuilly among them, fall in combat.
Personality:
Unlike the other students of Les Amis, Feuilly is the lone working member and only orphan (without relatives) of the group. Despite this he has not let it get in his way of striving for greatness and instead adopted the people as his family to look after. Odd from for the 19th century and odder for modern time. But for him? It works.
As Enjolras puts it, Feuilly is the man of the people. In a rare case of the times, he cares about others much more than the small orbit of friends and family most focus on. He genuinely feels for the world at large and has made it his goal in life to help change the world for the better. In simpler terms, his heart is simply too full of love for all.
Feuilly is incredibly well read for his background, having taught himself everything he knows. Mainly though so he can read up on the history of the world to better argue his thoughts with the knowledge of the past to back up his claims. Mind you with his studies and his actual indignation over the violations caused by other countries, he tended to work himself into a rage in their honor. It was a common sight to hear him talk incessantly of the injustices brought upon these countries both at the right times and while completely off topic.
Being purely human, Feuilly has all the strengths and limitations that come with it. Being a poor workingman from 19th century France comes the disadvantage of the times, undernourishment probably being the worst he arrives with.
Having been completely self taught like mentioned earlier, everything he knows comes from trying it until it works and it could probably be said he picks up things with fairly basic instructions easily because of it. However, also because of it his knowledge can be blotchy and full of gaps at times. Never mind that it's also centuries out of date.
Other than that, coming directly post death, Feuilly will have a rather severe case of PSTD mixed with a touch of survivors guilt. He went in with his eyes fully open to the possibility of dying for their cause and living in this admittedly strange second chance definitely has him feeling a little out of sorts. It's usual symptoms such as jumping at bangs, flashbacks and nightmares are quite likely in his time here.
Inventory:
Appearance:
For the sake of convenience, we'll be using his movie actor, Gabriel Vick as PB.
Feuilly doesn't have an official description in the books, so going with that, it could be said that he resembles one of your rather average Parisian working class man. But seeing how the rest of the Amis can be thought of as various levels of handsome (except for you R. sorry bro) it could be said that he's passably attractive somewhere on a scale of Enjolras to Grantaire.
Though using Gabriel here as a guide, he can be described as tall, lanky and just a touch on the side of too skinny for his frame. His dark curls kept short and tidy and his sideburns long reaching but well groomed. His appearance is simple yet well put together and cared for although more worn when scrutinized compared to the other's finer clothing. That is, when he's not working. Post work finding forgotten paint remainders on him is as common as his talking of Poland.
Age: 25 (like everything else, his age is never stated in the novel but given the general age range, it's a safe bet)
AU Clarification: N/A
S A M P L E S
Log Sample:
Consciousness comes back slowly, muddled as if he was drifting upon water. Feuilly’s eyes slowly blink open as the world swims back into awareness and the last of the fluid at his feet drains away. He chokes as the tube in his throat retracts and shoves his way out of the chamber, coughing and gagging when he stumbles to the floor. It takes him a moment to reorient himself, his eyes flickering around his surroundings, a chill spreading when he doesn't recognize anything familiar. Where is the barricade? The others?
Was this Heaven? Hell? Hazily, the last thing he recalls was aiming for the oncoming soldiers, the sudden white hot flare of pain and then, darkness. A hand brushes against where he knows the bullet passed, only to find healed skin. Startled, he looks down to see only to notice the numbers inscribed on arm. (A prison then? Then where are the guards?). Truly, the situation gets stranger and stranger by the moment. So many questions and yet nothing reveals answers.
He gets up shakily, flinching as the room swims ominously around him and staggers to the door frame, determined to walk off the lingering lethargy though to slow in thought. If he was to explore further than this room, surely they don't expect him to wander in such a state?
The metal boxes across from him with the numbers similar to the one upon his arm hold possibility and it only takes a few minutes of searching to find one with a match. Fiddling with the strange lock upon it opens to reveal to his relief his clothes (his sword) and what he could only assume to be a set of theirs sitting within the space.
The device upon it catches his attention and he reaches for it first, nearly dropping it when his fingers manage to power on the screen. He starts when a voice above speaks and he eyes the object in his hands with great scrutiny with the timing. It's instructions brings even more questions to mind but there's is not much he can do here but follow it's directions and with haste dresses quickly, intent on getting away from this eerie place as fast as possible.
Perhaps it is a fools hope, but maybe he will find someone he knows.
Comms Sample:
[there's a background noise of a quiet murmuring, it's user still slowly trying to figure out this small device when the video opens show the very exciting shot of the floor]
-pose it’s on... ? Oh-! I see.
[a few moments the shot changes to the front, and an apprehensive face appears. Talking to mirrors now. Will the strangeness of this day never end?]
What a curious object. I suppose I can ask here for assistance like they say? Books or perhaps a source of news? It seems like I have missed quite a bit.
[A faintest shadow of a smile passes at the irony of the sentence but it vanishes just as quickly.]
And... if anyone here have heard of my friends - they go by Les Amis de l'ABC as a whole, any news would be welcome.
[There’s a brief hesitation, not quite sure of the etiquette of conversing with inanimate object. He sketches a quick bow of his head in thanks though and there’s a only a minor fumble with the controls before it goes dark]
His enthusiasm though is what Enjolras calls upon when he thinks of his lieutenants and it's just as well. There was no one else other than Enjolras himself who so strongly believed in their cause and wanted teach the world there was better out there for them. Though while Combeferre may embody the general spirit of a teacher when teaching, Feuilly is more of the enthusiastic history professor sort.
Feuilly also was the representation the people they were fighting for, their people's man who not only reminded them of such but of the world outside their beloved country. There were examples out there of what could happen to France and his incessant remarks were his way of reminding them of the way things could go terribly wrong unless they did Something about it.
Feuilly also was the representation the people they were fighting for, their people's man who not only reminded them of such but of the world outside their beloved country. There were examples out there of what could happen to France and his incessant remarks were his way of reminding them of the way things could go terribly wrong unless they did Something about it.
This though doesn't make everything sunshine and grim reminders. His last lines were of the brick were literally anger at the world. So bitter, so disappointed that the people they called on, the people who should have come to their aid did not. Our lover of the people felt a betrayal like no other. The anger he usually felt against other leaders of the land was not supposed to have come from the people who were supposedly on their side.
Arriving from 19th century France, Feuilly's adjustment curve will probably resemble more of a sharp angle than a gentle slope. And while he will eventually study and learn how to do all of the things, it's still a lot to take in. That general feeling of Not Quite Sure of what's going on but rolling with it anyway will be persistent at least within the first few months.
Given that, having a good portion of his friends here already will definitely help with the emotional whiplash from the barricade to the ship. And while Poland and the other countries have come so far in the time he's lost, there are definitely not a shortage of causes to defend and injustices to be angry about. With time and adjustment there is no doubt Feuilly will begin to make friends with the other inhabitants and once again adopt the people and their causes for his own.
Speaking of loving the people though, there is sure to be slight lingering resentment from his time at the barricade. While Feuilly loves immencely, his memory does not forget and the confusion (and probable anger) over not being able to trust so easily as before is sure to crop up a few times before it's dealt with.
Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations:Speaking of loving the people though, there is sure to be slight lingering resentment from his time at the barricade. While Feuilly loves immencely, his memory does not forget and the confusion (and probable anger) over not being able to trust so easily as before is sure to crop up a few times before it's dealt with.
Being purely human, Feuilly has all the strengths and limitations that come with it. Being a poor workingman from 19th century France comes the disadvantage of the times, undernourishment probably being the worst he arrives with.
Having been completely self taught like mentioned earlier, everything he knows comes from trying it until it works and it could probably be said he picks up things with fairly basic instructions easily because of it. However, also because of it his knowledge can be blotchy and full of gaps at times. Never mind that it's also centuries out of date.
Other than that, coming directly post death, Feuilly will have a rather severe case of PSTD mixed with a touch of survivors guilt. He went in with his eyes fully open to the possibility of dying for their cause and living in this admittedly strange second chance definitely has him feeling a little out of sorts. It's usual symptoms such as jumping at bangs, flashbacks and nightmares are quite likely in his time here.
Inventory:
- One (1) set of dirtied clothing (complete with a bloodied shirt, waistcoat and trousers)
- One (1) sword sans sheath
- One (1) pair of worn boots
- One (1) iron nail oddly bent (found forgotten in a pocket)
Appearance:
For the sake of convenience, we'll be using his movie actor, Gabriel Vick as PB.
Feuilly doesn't have an official description in the books, so going with that, it could be said that he resembles one of your rather average Parisian working class man. But seeing how the rest of the Amis can be thought of as various levels of handsome (except for you R. sorry bro) it could be said that he's passably attractive somewhere on a scale of Enjolras to Grantaire.
Though using Gabriel here as a guide, he can be described as tall, lanky and just a touch on the side of too skinny for his frame. His dark curls kept short and tidy and his sideburns long reaching but well groomed. His appearance is simple yet well put together and cared for although more worn when scrutinized compared to the other's finer clothing. That is, when he's not working. Post work finding forgotten paint remainders on him is as common as his talking of Poland.
Age: 25 (like everything else, his age is never stated in the novel but given the general age range, it's a safe bet)
AU Clarification: N/A
S A M P L E S
Log Sample:
Consciousness comes back slowly, muddled as if he was drifting upon water. Feuilly’s eyes slowly blink open as the world swims back into awareness and the last of the fluid at his feet drains away. He chokes as the tube in his throat retracts and shoves his way out of the chamber, coughing and gagging when he stumbles to the floor. It takes him a moment to reorient himself, his eyes flickering around his surroundings, a chill spreading when he doesn't recognize anything familiar. Where is the barricade? The others?
Was this Heaven? Hell? Hazily, the last thing he recalls was aiming for the oncoming soldiers, the sudden white hot flare of pain and then, darkness. A hand brushes against where he knows the bullet passed, only to find healed skin. Startled, he looks down to see only to notice the numbers inscribed on arm. (A prison then? Then where are the guards?). Truly, the situation gets stranger and stranger by the moment. So many questions and yet nothing reveals answers.
He gets up shakily, flinching as the room swims ominously around him and staggers to the door frame, determined to walk off the lingering lethargy though to slow in thought. If he was to explore further than this room, surely they don't expect him to wander in such a state?
The metal boxes across from him with the numbers similar to the one upon his arm hold possibility and it only takes a few minutes of searching to find one with a match. Fiddling with the strange lock upon it opens to reveal to his relief his clothes (his sword) and what he could only assume to be a set of theirs sitting within the space.
The device upon it catches his attention and he reaches for it first, nearly dropping it when his fingers manage to power on the screen. He starts when a voice above speaks and he eyes the object in his hands with great scrutiny with the timing. It's instructions brings even more questions to mind but there's is not much he can do here but follow it's directions and with haste dresses quickly, intent on getting away from this eerie place as fast as possible.
Perhaps it is a fools hope, but maybe he will find someone he knows.
Comms Sample:
[there's a background noise of a quiet murmuring, it's user still slowly trying to figure out this small device when the video opens show the very exciting shot of the floor]
-pose it’s on... ? Oh-! I see.
[a few moments the shot changes to the front, and an apprehensive face appears. Talking to mirrors now. Will the strangeness of this day never end?]
What a curious object. I suppose I can ask here for assistance like they say? Books or perhaps a source of news? It seems like I have missed quite a bit.
[A faintest shadow of a smile passes at the irony of the sentence but it vanishes just as quickly.]
And... if anyone here have heard of my friends - they go by Les Amis de l'ABC as a whole, any news would be welcome.
[There’s a brief hesitation, not quite sure of the etiquette of conversing with inanimate object. He sketches a quick bow of his head in thanks though and there’s a only a minor fumble with the controls before it goes dark]