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| INTRODUCTION THE STORY THEIR SYNOPSIS MY SYNOPSIS THE CHARACTERS VICTOR HUGO FACT v. FICTION FACTS THE SHOW DISEASES RUE DE LA PERLE A PALAVER MEDIA WRITTEN FANFIC/FANART L'HOPITAL OTHER SITE BRING ME HOME |
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| CHARACTERS A brief description of each character and a few key facts about them. |
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| MONPARNASSE "A mounrful sight, that was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child: less than twenty, with a pretty face, lips like cherries, charming black hair, the glow of spring in his eyes; he had all the vices and aspired to all the crimes. He was a gamin turned hooligan, hooligan turned assassin. He was gentle, effeminate, graceful, robust, weak, and ferocious... More than one traveler lay in this wretch's shadow with outstretched arms and with his face in a pool of blood. Frizzled, pompaded, pinched in at the waist, hips like a woman, the bust of a Prussian officer, a buzz of admiration about him from the girls of the boulevard, a flower in his buttonhole; such was this charmer of the shadows." GUEULMER "Gueulmer was a Hercules without a pedestal... He was six feet tall, and had a chest of iron, brazen biceps, cavernous lungs, a colossus's body, and a bird's skull... Low forehead, large temples with crow's feet at less than forty, coarse short hair, a bushy cheek, a wild boar's beard. His muscles asked for work, his stupidity would have none of it. This was a huge lazy power. He was an assassin through nonchalance... [He] could have subdued monsters; he found it easier to become one." CLASQUESOUS "What was Clasquesous? He was night. Before showing himself, he waited till the sky was daubed with black. At night he came out of a hole, to which he returned before day. Where was this hole? Nobody knew. In the most perfect darkness, and to his accomplices, he always turned his back when he spoke... If a candle was brought he put on a mask. Clasquesous was restless, roving, terrible. It was not certain he had a name, Calsquesous being a nickname; it was not certain he had a voice, his stomach speaking more often than his mouth; it was not certain he had a face, nobody having seen anything but his mask... He came and went like an apparition." BABET Babet was thin and shrewd. He was transparent but impenetrable. You could see daylight through his bones, but nothing through his eye. He professed to be a chemist... He had been married and had had offspring. He did not know what had become of his wife and children. He had lost them the way he might have lost a pocket handkerchief... Since then, he had left everything, ' to take Paris in hand.' His own expression." |