Personality: Courfeyrac is a passionate man, with a bold self-assurance that comes from living the life of an aristocrat. When he joined les amis d'abc, he found a cause worth fighting for among his friends, and within that cause he found a direction for his life. Courfeyrac is the personable centre of the amis, as well as the moral centre for Enjolras, the 'cricket' on his shoulder. He is the warmer, more human touch that Enjolras sometimes lacks in the way he handles things. Each of the amis plays their part, and for Courfeyrac, his part is with the people. The humanitarian. He is a charming young man with a keen ability to read people, and so he is often the one to charm people and can draw people in with his conversation and his personality. He has a reputation as something of a ladies man, but above all else, Courfeyrac is loyal to his friends.
He is the one to take the young Gavroche under his wing, to take Marius in in his time of financial difficulties (and were it not for Marius' pride, would have done far more to help him.), and to pull les amis together with his light-hearted attitude and friendly nature. He's charming, sweet, and has a way of setting people at ease. While their cause is a serious one, and Courfeyrac is well aware of this, he tries to keep up the spirit of his friends.
While Courfeyrac has an understanding of the social meanings behind the happenings of the world, he is far more interested in the people. He makes it his task to get to know people as more than just 'a person', but as a friend. It is this that makes him such an asset to Les Amis. However, it is this same tendency to be 'the friend of all' and his love of flirting with beautiful women that gives him a reputation of being a bit shallow. The truth of the matter is that for all his flirtations and playfulness, Courfeyrac is loyal and honest. He would never disrespect his friends or anyone who came to his bed. And though he is very devoted and confident in his own abilities, he does not see himself as a leader. He is more than willing to pick up more of the work, but unwilling to step up to lead people.
It is clear that Courfeyrac has a kind heart in the book. He strives to make people happy, and is distraught, both when Jehan is taken captive and when his friends begin to die around him.He has a strong sense of value and heart, but he is also bold enough to speak his mind and fight for his beliefs, quickly becoming very dedicated to their cause and even bringing Marius in to join them despite Enjolras' initial disapproval.
First Person: [It's much later that Courfeyrac notices the pocketwatch. He had one like this before, once upon a time. It had been silver and intricate with his initials inscribed on it. This one is simpler and yet Courfeyrac finds himself drawn to it.
He polishes it on his shirt before opening it to study the unusual watch face. And in his turning it around in his hands he manages to turn on video. Curious eyes and messy curls fill the view, dirt and blood still on his face.]
What is this? Some trinket I picked up in the mess? I don't recall.
[Perhaps it belonged to Marius? Had he seen it before?
He slipped it back in his pocket, the audio muffled but still present.]
What am I doing here...
Third Person: His death came so suddenly that it was hard to believe that it had really happened. Courfeyrac sat there alone in the train car, staring at his hands. His thoughts on the gunfire and chaos of his last moments at the barricade. Jehan... Gavroche. So many dead bodies everywhere and nothing he could do for them but keep fighting. Keep the faith. Hope that their cause, that the red painting the streets and the blackness that had taken them, would spur the people onward to pick up their flag. That it had not all been in vain.
He had wondered now and then in his musings, what death would be like. Never had he imagined a train. Though a train was not so different from a boat, when he considered it. And the fog as it rolled into the station could well have come off some river of thhe dead. But where were his friends? Where were the people he most wanted to be there to greet him? Had he fallen too far from graces that he would now be doomed to live his afterlife in solitude? No punishment would be more severe than to spend eternity alone. He who had surrounded himself with people always. Who treasured friendship and companionship above nearly all else.
When the train came to a stop at the station at last, he slowly made his way out of the empty car, running a hand over his scalp and feeling suddenly very exposed without a hat upon his head. His clothing still bore the signs of the barricade. Covered in dirt and blood. Pausing on the platform, he searched for the bullet holes within it, distracted for a moment.
It was not until the sounds of the train retreating registered that he whirled on his heels to look after it. He was alone in the fog, uncertain and lost. But if there was even a small chance any of his friends might be within the fog, he would take it.
“Vive la revolution... my friends.”
Taking a steadying breath, he ventured away from the platform to seek out any other souls that might have been lost here with him.
[CANON] COURFEYRAC || Les Miserables || Reserve || 2 of 2
Courfeyrac is a passionate man, with a bold self-assurance that comes from living the life of an aristocrat. When he joined les amis d'abc, he found a cause worth fighting for among his friends, and within that cause he found a direction for his life. Courfeyrac is the personable centre of the amis, as well as the moral centre for Enjolras, the 'cricket' on his shoulder. He is the warmer, more human touch that Enjolras sometimes lacks in the way he handles things. Each of the amis plays their part, and for Courfeyrac, his part is with the people. The humanitarian. He is a charming young man with a keen ability to read people, and so he is often the one to charm people and can draw people in with his conversation and his personality. He has a reputation as something of a ladies man, but above all else, Courfeyrac is loyal to his friends.
He is the one to take the young Gavroche under his wing, to take Marius in in his time of financial difficulties (and were it not for Marius' pride, would have done far more to help him.), and to pull les amis together with his light-hearted attitude and friendly nature. He's charming, sweet, and has a way of setting people at ease. While their cause is a serious one, and Courfeyrac is well aware of this, he tries to keep up the spirit of his friends.
While Courfeyrac has an understanding of the social meanings behind the happenings of the world, he is far more interested in the people. He makes it his task to get to know people as more than just 'a person', but as a friend. It is this that makes him such an asset to Les Amis. However, it is this same tendency to be 'the friend of all' and his love of flirting with beautiful women that gives him a reputation of being a bit shallow. The truth of the matter is that for all his flirtations and playfulness, Courfeyrac is loyal and honest. He would never disrespect his friends or anyone who came to his bed. And though he is very devoted and confident in his own abilities, he does not see himself as a leader. He is more than willing to pick up more of the work, but unwilling to step up to lead people.
It is clear that Courfeyrac has a kind heart in the book. He strives to make people happy, and is distraught, both when Jehan is taken captive and when his friends begin to die around him.He has a strong sense of value and heart, but he is also bold enough to speak his mind and fight for his beliefs, quickly becoming very dedicated to their cause and even bringing Marius in to join them despite Enjolras' initial disapproval.
First Person: [It's much later that Courfeyrac notices the pocketwatch. He had one like this before, once upon a time. It had been silver and intricate with his initials inscribed on it. This one is simpler and yet Courfeyrac finds himself drawn to it.
He polishes it on his shirt before opening it to study the unusual watch face. And in his turning it around in his hands he manages to turn on video. Curious eyes and messy curls fill the view, dirt and blood still on his face.]
What is this? Some trinket I picked up in the mess? I don't recall.
[Perhaps it belonged to Marius? Had he seen it before?
He slipped it back in his pocket, the audio muffled but still present.]
What am I doing here...
Third Person:
His death came so suddenly that it was hard to believe that it had really happened. Courfeyrac sat there alone in the train car, staring at his hands. His thoughts on the gunfire and chaos of his last moments at the barricade. Jehan... Gavroche. So many dead bodies everywhere and nothing he could do for them but keep fighting. Keep the faith. Hope that their cause, that the red painting the streets and the blackness that had taken them, would spur the people onward to pick up their flag. That it had not all been in vain.
He had wondered now and then in his musings, what death would be like. Never had he imagined a train. Though a train was not so different from a boat, when he considered it. And the fog as it rolled into the station could well have come off some river of thhe dead. But where were his friends? Where were the people he most wanted to be there to greet him? Had he fallen too far from graces that he would now be doomed to live his afterlife in solitude? No punishment would be more severe than to spend eternity alone. He who had surrounded himself with people always. Who treasured friendship and companionship above nearly all else.
When the train came to a stop at the station at last, he slowly made his way out of the empty car, running a hand over his scalp and feeling suddenly very exposed without a hat upon his head. His clothing still bore the signs of the barricade. Covered in dirt and blood. Pausing on the platform, he searched for the bullet holes within it, distracted for a moment.
It was not until the sounds of the train retreating registered that he whirled on his heels to look after it. He was alone in the fog, uncertain and lost. But if there was even a small chance any of his friends might be within the fog, he would take it.
“Vive la revolution... my friends.”
Taking a steadying breath, he ventured away from the platform to seek out any other souls that might have been lost here with him.