disney_academy application
❦ Mun
Name: Olivia
Journal:talksick42
Contact Info: sunscry@yahoo.com
Other Characters: N/a
❦ Character Info
Name: Clopin Trouillefou
Movie/series: Hunchback of Notre Dame
Year/Position: Staff; Professor of Theatrical Theory
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): None
Powers(if any): The power of flexible principles? Ooh! He’s an acrobat! Does that count?
Canon history: In late- 13th century Paris, Clopin is King of the Gypsies. This title is open to broad interpretation, and Clopin has decided it gives him the right to oversee criminal enterprises within Paris.
He settles disputes between the Truands, divides territory between gangs, and judges wayward criminals through his own particular brand of justice. He makes a simple living as a clown for neighborhood children, but when the opportunity arises, he commits petty thievery and cold-blooded murder without the bat of an eyelash.
AU history: Clopin is still a Romani crime lord in Paris, but the difference is- he has seen the Mist. When he heard of it, he went to go see it. He watched the edges of it devour a city- he has followed the tales of survivors of the Mist, he has researched the trail of clues scientists leave for him.
The Mist strikes a chord in him which is almost nostalgic- devouring shadows are an ancient Romani myth. The childhood wound which old superstition leaves behind has long since cauterized, but something within him remembers the fear he felt when his mother told him what the stink of marime would invite to him.
He has not paid strict attention to zakono in years. Now, he finds himself re-enacting the old cleansing rituals he had dismissed when he became an adult. He feels blasphemous, hypocritical, and just a little bit safer.
When he returned to Paris, he found a letter offering him a job in a new, exciting place he had never been before. He has heard the Academy mentioned during his studies- even if it isn’t in his field of practice, he is eager to hear as much as possible about this Mist.
Personality: Clopin has enough joi de vivre to share. He is a natural performer, capable of riling an audience any which way he so pleases. He is particularly fond of laughter. He enjoys everything that makes life worth living, which makes him very bad at keeping money. Fortunately, he’s just as good at making money as he is at spending it. As hedonistic as he tends to be, he is capable enough of being responsible to keep the Romani of France together.
Despite his cheerful, outward persona, Clopin is cynical to the bone. This comes from a life of crime and persecution. He is prone to bouts of cruelty and callousness. As silly and energetic as he seems on the surface, do not once expect to shock or startle him. Do not threaten him- he has been threatening people since before you were born. He knows all the tricks, he has done all the scams.
Clopin’s dislike for authority is legendarily ironic. He keeps his own people in line while despising tradition and positions of power. He uses his own status as crime lord as a vehicle for parodying proper statesmen and clergy members. He has little to no respect for anyone- particularly people who demand respect, but even those who do not. His own audience has been the butt of many of his jokes.
As goofy as he acts, as easy as he is to talk to, there is something sinister lurking beneath the surface. But don’t worry- he won’t hurt you. Probably.
Greatest Fear: Clopin fears lots of things. Entrapment, death and authority make it into his top three. The immediacy of his own mortality is the worst thing you can present him with. Keep in mind, though, that when frightened, he doesn’t curl away into a corner- he lashes out.
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample:
Clopin sits cross-legged on his desk and watches the students file in. They cast glances at him as they take their seats- some take out their pens and hold them in preparation to take notes, other sit and wait for him to tell them what to do.
When the last student finds a seat, he stretches his legs out before him and walks over to close the door.
The students watch him. He smiles at them.
“When a magician arrives on stage, what is the first thing your eye is drawn to?” He asks. “His hands? Perhaps. You have been prewarned to note them before accepting his skill in the field. But it is not his hands which invite you to come close enough to inspect them, are they? It is the man himself who draws you in,”
The children are expecting something from him- a flower to grow from his palm, a dove to appear from under his hat. He gives them none of these things.
“The actor must create himself at the start of every show,” Clopin said. “He must build the character- he must excite the audience’s pity- and on top of all these other feats of human brilliance, he must also remember his lines,”
A dull titter of laughter.
“The actor performs an unseen act of balance while he performs, forever in danger of toppling over to expose the simple man underneath,” Clopin said, smile broadening. “Now who is prepared to perform first for the class? I hope you are good at improvisation,”
The students are struck dumb with fear. Clopin’s smile widens further.
He looks around the classroom for his first victim. The students in the front row drop their heads in the desperate hope that he will see beyond him, but eventually he finds a wide-eyed red-head staring directly at him.
He points.
“Stand, boy,” He orders, and stand he so does.
Across the classroom is a young girl hidden behind a curtain of hair staring intensely at the desk. She will hate him for this moment, but he can’t stop himself from snapping his fingers for her attention.
Like magic, she knows instinctively to look up, and rises without complaint. The two students look terrified.
Clopin is going to love this job.
First person writing sample:
Bonjour, Academy! May I introduce myself as Clopin Trouillefou, King of Truands, successor to the Grand Coesre, supreme ruler of the Kingdom of Argot, the Duke of Little Egypt, and your Professor of Theatrical Theory!
To all of my dear little thespians; make it quickly to my classroom if you want a seat, for Clopin does not wait forever.
Class begins at 1 o’clock sharp- and if I am late, then I am late, but I don’t suggest being late yourself! Clopin has his ways of seeing tardy students before arriving himself.
Name: Olivia
Journal:talksick42
Contact Info: sunscry@yahoo.com
Other Characters: N/a
❦ Character Info
Name: Clopin Trouillefou
Movie/series: Hunchback of Notre Dame
Year/Position: Staff; Professor of Theatrical Theory
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): None
Powers(if any): The power of flexible principles? Ooh! He’s an acrobat! Does that count?
Canon history: In late- 13th century Paris, Clopin is King of the Gypsies. This title is open to broad interpretation, and Clopin has decided it gives him the right to oversee criminal enterprises within Paris.
He settles disputes between the Truands, divides territory between gangs, and judges wayward criminals through his own particular brand of justice. He makes a simple living as a clown for neighborhood children, but when the opportunity arises, he commits petty thievery and cold-blooded murder without the bat of an eyelash.
AU history: Clopin is still a Romani crime lord in Paris, but the difference is- he has seen the Mist. When he heard of it, he went to go see it. He watched the edges of it devour a city- he has followed the tales of survivors of the Mist, he has researched the trail of clues scientists leave for him.
The Mist strikes a chord in him which is almost nostalgic- devouring shadows are an ancient Romani myth. The childhood wound which old superstition leaves behind has long since cauterized, but something within him remembers the fear he felt when his mother told him what the stink of marime would invite to him.
He has not paid strict attention to zakono in years. Now, he finds himself re-enacting the old cleansing rituals he had dismissed when he became an adult. He feels blasphemous, hypocritical, and just a little bit safer.
When he returned to Paris, he found a letter offering him a job in a new, exciting place he had never been before. He has heard the Academy mentioned during his studies- even if it isn’t in his field of practice, he is eager to hear as much as possible about this Mist.
Personality: Clopin has enough joi de vivre to share. He is a natural performer, capable of riling an audience any which way he so pleases. He is particularly fond of laughter. He enjoys everything that makes life worth living, which makes him very bad at keeping money. Fortunately, he’s just as good at making money as he is at spending it. As hedonistic as he tends to be, he is capable enough of being responsible to keep the Romani of France together.
Despite his cheerful, outward persona, Clopin is cynical to the bone. This comes from a life of crime and persecution. He is prone to bouts of cruelty and callousness. As silly and energetic as he seems on the surface, do not once expect to shock or startle him. Do not threaten him- he has been threatening people since before you were born. He knows all the tricks, he has done all the scams.
Clopin’s dislike for authority is legendarily ironic. He keeps his own people in line while despising tradition and positions of power. He uses his own status as crime lord as a vehicle for parodying proper statesmen and clergy members. He has little to no respect for anyone- particularly people who demand respect, but even those who do not. His own audience has been the butt of many of his jokes.
As goofy as he acts, as easy as he is to talk to, there is something sinister lurking beneath the surface. But don’t worry- he won’t hurt you. Probably.
Greatest Fear: Clopin fears lots of things. Entrapment, death and authority make it into his top three. The immediacy of his own mortality is the worst thing you can present him with. Keep in mind, though, that when frightened, he doesn’t curl away into a corner- he lashes out.
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample:
Clopin sits cross-legged on his desk and watches the students file in. They cast glances at him as they take their seats- some take out their pens and hold them in preparation to take notes, other sit and wait for him to tell them what to do.
When the last student finds a seat, he stretches his legs out before him and walks over to close the door.
The students watch him. He smiles at them.
“When a magician arrives on stage, what is the first thing your eye is drawn to?” He asks. “His hands? Perhaps. You have been prewarned to note them before accepting his skill in the field. But it is not his hands which invite you to come close enough to inspect them, are they? It is the man himself who draws you in,”
The children are expecting something from him- a flower to grow from his palm, a dove to appear from under his hat. He gives them none of these things.
“The actor must create himself at the start of every show,” Clopin said. “He must build the character- he must excite the audience’s pity- and on top of all these other feats of human brilliance, he must also remember his lines,”
A dull titter of laughter.
“The actor performs an unseen act of balance while he performs, forever in danger of toppling over to expose the simple man underneath,” Clopin said, smile broadening. “Now who is prepared to perform first for the class? I hope you are good at improvisation,”
The students are struck dumb with fear. Clopin’s smile widens further.
He looks around the classroom for his first victim. The students in the front row drop their heads in the desperate hope that he will see beyond him, but eventually he finds a wide-eyed red-head staring directly at him.
He points.
“Stand, boy,” He orders, and stand he so does.
Across the classroom is a young girl hidden behind a curtain of hair staring intensely at the desk. She will hate him for this moment, but he can’t stop himself from snapping his fingers for her attention.
Like magic, she knows instinctively to look up, and rises without complaint. The two students look terrified.
Clopin is going to love this job.
First person writing sample:
Bonjour, Academy! May I introduce myself as Clopin Trouillefou, King of Truands, successor to the Grand Coesre, supreme ruler of the Kingdom of Argot, the Duke of Little Egypt, and your Professor of Theatrical Theory!
To all of my dear little thespians; make it quickly to my classroom if you want a seat, for Clopin does not wait forever.
Class begins at 1 o’clock sharp- and if I am late, then I am late, but I don’t suggest being late yourself! Clopin has his ways of seeing tardy students before arriving himself.