I have tasted the fires of Hell.
And survived.
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini
Beato Michaeli archangelo
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis
PLEASE READ: This is a fictional roleplay account for the character Judge Claude Frollo. Original rights belong to Victor Hugo, author of Notre Dame de Paris. Copyright belongs as well to Disney who produced the animated film, which Frollo was cast as the main antagonist.
This RP account is flexible; is interested in Canon RP as well as various AUs either proposed by potential partners or as listed in the AU listing below. PM to discuss plot details.
Writer's Gentle Requests
This account dapples in NSFW content, and will discuss religious issues, particularly Christianity explicitly. Again, it is fictional so if it displeases you, you are welcome to not follow.This account also prioritizes an AU depiction of Frollo; i.e. Frollo introduced here is not as he seems in the Disney film. This depiction takes place after his death and he has returned as a Dark Angel figure, atoning for his sins and serving as Conscience as well as Tempter before he is allowed to enter the Heavenly Gates. As consequence, he may behave in ways not depicted in the film or even in the novel. However, if you wish to do an RP in Canon-verse or in the other Verses listed in my AU Listing, I am willing to do so but I would like your commitment. I take writing seriously and only ask for an equally enthusiastic partner.Prefers realistic or semi-realistic RP dealing with heavy topics as opposed to crack.Ships are fine if there is the proper chemistry. Please note however that given his religious background and the time he grew up in, Frollo is heterosexual and monogamous. Homosexuality and polyamory may have existed in Paris, France during the events of Hunchback of Notre Dame but I personally do not believe Frollo would have allowed himself to consider any thoughts he had of men to sway him.Is open to interaction with Non-Disney characters as well as real life people.Crossover and Multi-verse friendly.My bio is my bio and if you feel extremely against any of the characterization I have chosen to undertake, I apologize but this is my depiction and I am sticking to it.
Bienvenue, je suis Claude Frollo.
I am not opposed to forming alliances or friendships. However, please do read my previous exploits carefully and thoroughly before any interaction. I have no desire to be crowned the King of Fools. Does it really matter now, however, when one has been forsaken by one's God?
Gypsies, beware. I still bite.
Name: Claude Frollo; let us leave my title aside. For now.
Age: Given the state I now find myself, age and time are meaningless. For records' sake however, I was 55.
Date of birth: I was born and baptized on the first of December. The year escapes me now. Nor is it significant. Birthdays are pagan rituals.
Country of origin: Paris, France
Religion: I am a man of God. Well. To be precise, I was a man of God. I find myself prone to questioning my past actions and the stalwart beliefs I was brought up with in this current state.
Occupation: Formerly, Paris' Minister of Justice. I upheld the King's and Church's strict standards of moral decency and religious decorum, ensuring gypsies did not soil the people's minds with their witchcraft and foolish paganism. Alas, that is a time before. Perhaps, I had believed myself too infallible and failed the trial God had set before me. Ironic that of all people, an unrestrained gypsy girl and a boy whose parents must have committed great ignominy would have been my undoing.
What I do now is complicated to explain. I serve as both conscience yet tempter. Guide yet inciter. Omniscient yet unfelt. Forever a loyal servant of God and yet, forever wondering how my circumstances have ended thus. It may make more sense when I make my presence known.
Family: Both my parents, Gustave and Augustina, are long deceased. My younger brother Jehan, may very well be deceased too given his obstinate drinking habits and tendency to involve himself in fatal situations, be they at brothels or gambling dens. I do find myself just that touch amused, wondering how he must be now that he no longer possesses an elder brother with a title, residence and coffers to leech off.
I suppose there is Quasimodo as well, if he still considers me his father figure. I am not dense. After our last bout before all went ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I sincerely doubt he remembers me fondly, if he remembers me at all. Perhaps, I should seek him out. One day. I do so miss the resonant tolling of the bells of my once beloved cathedral.
It is not that we never shared any fond memories at all; as he grew up and I taught him literacy, moral virtues, elementary mathematics, geography, history and what else would have constituted a sufficiently respectable education, the boy was obedient and eager to learn. Deformed he was on the outside, but his mind was sharp and he absorbed all without protest or true difficulty. When we were finished with one lesson, he would pipe up with incessant questions that - lest they were regarding God's infallibility - I addressed with as much patience I could muster.
Did I think myself his father? I hardly knew myself how a father was supposed to act. I supposed I did like the boy in some capacity. After all, for a while, I was the only person he had and he was the only person who had never witnessed my cruelty. Well, except when all had fallen through, Paris was burning and I decided nothing, not even him, would stand in the way between myself and La Esmeralda.
Some times when I have solitary moments, I remember the occasion where he presented to me, in his youthful, deft fist the figurine he carved of myself. His face, ugly as it was, beaming in pride and hoping that I, in some degree, appreciated the effort. I remember running my thumb along the woodwork, marveling at how the colours used were sublime. I am a man who appreciates fine craftsmanship and will give credit where it is due. It was the first figurine he had carved too, before even himself.
Relationships: Aside from my vain attempt to rid myself of the hellish temptation of La Esmeralda and nearly destroying the city I vowed to protect, I had no desire to set aside God as well as the Law to pursue romantic entanglements. If I ever did so deign to marry, it would be to produce an heir to carry on my name as my father would have wished. The gypsy girl made her choice clear - albeit a foolish one. Well, no matter. She will find her circumstances turned on their ears when she discovers she is the only one in the whole of Paris who is privy to my existence without my having to assert it.
Many would say and believe, and it is not without some merit, that I desired her because she was beautiful. Men have from the beginning been tempted by the charms of the siren, the witch that is Women. How else would the world populate itself? If not for Eve, Paradise would not have fallen. If not for Lilith, we would not have Eve to bring chaos. I confess to thee, yes, I desired her because she was indeed a beauty I had never encountered till that fateful day during the Festival of Fools. Believe what you wish, but when one is a public official with a title many would be stupid to sniff at, ladies of all sorts - beauties in their own right - did enter one's social circle.
Yet, none of them possessed that deadly demon of a fire as La Esmeralda had. Her emerald eyes alone outshone any excessive baubles the Parisian socialites adorned. Then, there was her spirit, which I knew and refused to admit that even I may not have been able to break if she had chosen me. That, I had to spare a modicum of respect. None have ever stood up to me without fear and if they had, the conviction faded after they were incarcerated. To the bitter end, the gypsy girl beheld me with loathing and defiance. That is what makes La Esmeralda the bewitching temptress she is; the fire that was born within her and would withstand any purification of Christ. If she could only understand what our alliance - why court delusion with calling it a relationship - would have born.
The King of Gypsies, ah that is another creature I remember now with irritation and disdain. Slippery he is, my men have only clapped him in irons a few times for disturbing the peace but, and this they tend to omit in their retellings of my time as Minister of Justice, I did endeavor to be fair. Monsieur Trouillefou still keeps his caravan in one piece, even with his fantastical, deluded stories in all their low-brow, unsophisticated humor because - and I say this with great reluctance - he is not exactly breaking a law by entertaining the slum children. My men related on numerous occasions that if anything, the Gypsy King is more interested in delighting them with songs of the Bells or of the City's icons than causing ruckus. Ah, but that is what they know and hear. Gypsies still thieve, whether anyone wishes to confront the truth. Still, for simply existing, I cannot as much as I desired and aspired, exterminate them left and right. T'was a divine plan and see where it left me.
If nothing else, and allow me a smidgen of sentimentality - I hardly ever am - the one being I hold close to heart is my dear, faithful steed, Gabriel. Having reared and cared for him since he was a foal, my bond with him was set. Foreboding to the stable hands I hired to keep him, he is warm and affectionate to me. Gabriel also is terribly insistent that none shall ride him except me. Hence, it was a true miracle that Captain Phoebus could steal him away to escape. If not for the chaotic flurry of arrows and raging fires disorienting him, Gabriel would have flung him off without a second thought. Seeing him now saddens me; yes, he is still well truly cared for but at times, I watch him lift his head as if he can sense my presence. Ah, animals have no original sin, they hardly understand the concept of sin, of wrongdoing. I say that confidently and yet I do remember that gypsy girl's rambunctious goat. Aha, now that horned beast is something different altogether. I conclude it is because of being so closely allied with the gypsies; they have proven to be such wonderful influences.
AU Listing
1. This present AU, which is where Frollo has passed through judgment and, unable to damn him to Hell and also allow him Paradise in Heaven, God and the Angels have given him a generous chance at redemption. He will return to the mortal world and serve as a Dark Angel, providing guidance to the misled and misguided as he had been and protect those who he should have protected. How he wishes to do this is in his own hands. God is always watching however and if he causes another irreversible disaster, he will be cursed to a lifetime in the fiery pit. Frollo can choose to make himself known to those who he believes require his assistance. He has received some of God's prowess, able to alter the fates of mortals, to manipulate the elements about him and a semblance of immortality; i.e. no age, sickness or death but he will feel pain when hurt. If however, he ends up making things worse and deliberately so for someone, his power and constitution will weaken and he will wither away into nothingness, doomed in the hellish abyss.
As with all Dark Angels, Frollo has a pair of large black wings, which can extend high and wide, well over his head. He only reveals them when he is showing his prowess.
2. "Dis-topia" AU. A play on Disney and Dystopia, this AU focuses on the theme parks and attractions produced by Disney. Face characters are actually our beloved animated characters transported into the real world via a ritual, not unlike Bendy and the Ink Machine. Our beloved characters are coerced into performing for a dictator only known as the Mouse and are made to adhere to a rigid set of rules and regulations. If disobeyed, dire consequences will be suffered.
Rules
All are to turn up at their designated points in the park and entertain guests as per the schedules allotted to them each day. Lights out means lights out. Anyone caught not adhering to schedule will be taken to the Catacombs.Minimal interaction is encouraged between characters; if you wish to eat with or speak with another character, you are to do it in plain sight.Leaving the park is strictly prohibited and will result in Erasure.Female and male characters are designated to their own Residences; strictly no intermingling.If the patrons are unhappy or unruly, characters are forbidden from lashing out. Depending on how much pain was inflicted upon a patron, the punishment will fit the act.If a character was sent to the Catacombs, they must not speak of their experience upon exiting.Any attempts to send messages or communication beyond Disneyland's walls will be trialed. The message shall be eradicated immediately and characters will be rendered mute for up to a month.Meals will be as prepared; to request for more or anything different will result in no food at all for the day.Magic is stripped off any characters who used it in animation once they enter the real world. Where the magic is kept is anyone's guess.Any attempts to form an uprising will result in immediate Erasure.If a character is put under Isolation, they are to ensure they do not step outside of their Residences.Absolutely no revealing to patrons of the true nature of Disneyland; characters are to put on a happy smile for the happiest place in the world.Upon hearing the "It's a Small World" theme echoing through the park every morning, characters to awaken and take Roll Call.No one enters the Heart of Disneyland unless with proper authorization and upon request by the Mouse.You are a performer and you will perform for the masses. Now, put on your happy face and smile, smile, smile.
If you are interested in developing this AU with me, feel free to PM and we can discuss how we work together on it. Frollo in this AU is attempting to find ways to escape, not particularly liking how he is the one incapacitated and powerless. The modern era does not sit well with him but, he does develop a somewhat soft spot for the patrons who do visit and treat him with adequate respect. However, watching the other characters homesick, annoyed with the routines and disillusioned without their powers fuels his need to find a way to free them all.