Kerjean’s Intro Post (Les Mis OC)
ooc: If there are any artists out there who want me to commission them for a pfp let me know, I can’t draw people. Also me and Kerjean are both minors but adults are welcome to come along for the ride. Weirdos will be blocked. This is my first rp blog so feedback is appreciated.
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Basic Info:
Name: Kerjean
Age: 15 (In 1832)
Birthday: Feb 4 1817
Hello. My name is Kerjean. Rather — it’s my family name. I’m not certain what my first name was… I think it started with an A? Anyways, that does not matter. My parents died when I was very young. My father in some mine collapse, and my mother in childbirth. Neither she nor my brother made it. I was left to myself afterwards. I went to the streets of Paris after that, only five years old in that summer. It had to have been 1822. I was surviving almost entirely by myself.
Truthfully, I don’t really recall much of what happened between then and my discovery by Combeferre. Really, I barely remember that. I do remember that it was the winter of 1827, I was already nearly frozen to death, and Combeferre took me to the Café Musain. A soft man, really…
People have always said that I’m rough and abrasive. I just believe myself to be honest. I suppose I am a bit… cynical. Perhaps that is why I get along so well with Grantaire. I don’t quite care for making friends. If I have any, it’s because they pestered me enough for me to care at least a little for them. I do care quite a lot for Les Amis d l’ABC. We do share ideals. We want a free France. Maybe I do genuinely care for them…
