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I am who and what I am, and I make no apologies for how I came to be this way. You will deal with it, or you will not. And in turn I shall allow you to live, or I shall not.

Life is exceedingly simple, yes?


"I collect swords, you see. I take them from the men I've killed" - Rochefort, as played by Michael Wincott in the Three Musketeers.

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"Are you disposed to obey Count de Rochefort?"

"I would follow him to hell, and that is saying not a little, as I believe him entirely capable of the descent." Planchett, Sgt at Arms (formerly D'Artagnan's servant in the book 'Twenty Years After' by Alexandre Dumas)

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In the first chapter of Alexandre Dumas' "The Three Musketeers', we meet the mysterious "man from Meung". 'He fixed his haughty eye upon the stranger, and perceived a man of from forty to forty-five years of age, with black and piercing eyes, pale complexion, a strongly marked nose, and a black and well-shaped mustache. He was dressed in a doublet and hose of a violet color, with aiguillettes of the same color, without any other ornaments than the customary slashes, through which the shirt appeared.'

That man is the Comte de Rochefort, the dark, enigmatic right hand man and personal representative of the Crimson Cardinal himself, Armand-Jean du Plessis, Cardinal and Duc de Richelieu, The First Minister of France (1585–1642). He is a quiet, reserved man in the book, not prone to laughter, however he does have a way of subtly showing his amusement. He smiles little, laughs less, and has the habit of appearing most unexpectedly at all places and times. An expert swordsman, an obvious nobleman, still he has no compulsion about stealing D'Argangan's letter of introduction, or kidnapping Constance not once but twice. And too, he has full arrest capabilities so he is in some greater position of authority and trust, and is the occasional companion and escort of Mi'Lady de Winter on her missions.

It is not until Christopher Lee portrays him in the 1973 version of the Three Musketeers that he gains his now well-known eye patch and scar.

In the 1994 movie version of the same title, The Comte is very much at home in both the glittering courts of the king, and in the darkest, deepest dungeons where men are tortured and killed on a regular basis. He abstains from anything resembling lechery, unless it be desire for a certain sword; and even brags about the men he has killed to amass his collection. he alone of all the characters is dressed from head to toe in black (shot through with thin strands of gold) with no other color to be seen. The Cardinal trusts him implicitely and he willingly shows reverence to the Prime Minister. Certain researched sources call him 'General Rochefort' or even 'Captain Rochefort'. Whether this is due to the status he has now, or his prior status in the Musketeers is not known. He has the Cardinal's guards at his beck and call, even though, as it is stated in the movie - he was drummed out of the musketeers "for manner unbecoming a musketeer".

(Historical fact - the Cardinal's guards were ALSO musketeers, simply in service to the Cardinal and Catholic Church, and not the King)

The movies create a far darker view of the man than the book did; attempted assassin of the king, traitor to the crown, a dishonorable, black-hearted villain of a man. Spy, thief, murderer. In fact, it appears that there is no depths to which the Count does not willingly choose to fall. This is the Rochefort that I endeavor to write, although his travels have taken him somewhat beyond the books and movies.

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Former spymaster and inquisitioner for Cardinal Richelieu, the Comte de Rochefort dies in his wife's arms at the hand of a musketeer (turned immortal) in the early 1640's, a musketeer who's death he is directly responsible for, even if he was not the one to kill the man. For the next three-hundred and fifty years, Rochefort remains as a spirit, refusing to leave, refusing to pass on. His wife of Fae blood and royal ancestry searches unceasingly throughout the centuries, finally finding a way to bring the mans' magically-frozen corpse back to life. With knowledge, help and pure strength of will the woman raises Rochefort from the dead, bringing him back infused with Fae magics, back to world he's never known and a daughter he's never seen.

Description:
A man of about 40 or 45, tall, thin, very athletic. He has dark hair that is a few inches too long by business world standards, and a mustache and soul patch, although he would never deign to call it such. He has a scar trailing down from his eyebrow to his cheek on the left side from a wound that destroyed his left eye and is almost never seen without a simple black eyepatch, covering the disfigurement. Intelligent, reserved, somewhat dour and sarcastic - the man near never smiles, and rarely laughs at all.

Rochefort can blend into the shadows, not disappearing completely, but is able to 'fog' his presence. He walks silently, his fae magics enhancing his lightness of step. He is able to heal from injuries that would incapacitate a normal man, although they will likely hurt just as bad. Athletic to begin with, magic imbues him with a grace, a manner of style and agility known more by the unnatural races than mortal ones. A hunter from the beginning, and always a great swordsman, his accuracy has been honed to a fantastic degree. (After all, why do you think they called them musketeers?) And he is very, very old world French.

To the vampire he would come across as exotic, yet not immortal. He still has a heart, it still beats. The blood is - potent. To the Garou, he might cause them pause, they might sense he is off, unearthly, new life and old magics, yet not of the wyrm. To the Seelie court, he is a nightmare they warn their children of, and to the Unseelie court, he is a simply an adopted bastard child. One of their own by virtue of the magic in his veins, and by fact that he is the lawful husband and consort of the Lady of the Fortunate Isles herself, fannyfae.

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It is highly likely, due to the early life of this muse, that he would have come across certain muses of other fandoms while they were living, or even after they'd been turned. After all, he's no stranger to the shadows himself. This of course can be back-played into a storyline or played out as we go. It is even possible that he has had contact with others while he was in spectre form, particularly if they had visited the chateau, as certain races and persons are partial to seeing and speaking with spirits.

Rochefort is open for role play, and this journal will have adult and possibly not-politically correct entries. You know, arson, chaos, murder, mayhem, backstabbing, blackmailing, conniving, corrupting, Torture, violence, sex, seduction, drinking and/or smoking. And jay-walking, mustn't forget the jay-walking. Rochefort is NOT a nice man. If you are under the legal age of 18, or of sensitive constitution or bearing, I would strongly suggest that you go read someone else's lj and leave this to your elders. Consider yourself warned. Oh yea, one more thing. I am not Michael Wincott and I do not own this character. So don't sue me for I am poor and have no money.

Also, although the man's first language is 17th century French, the writer does not have near that knowledge of the language. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

The Recipe For Comte S G de Rochefort

3 parts Daring 2 parts Intuition 1 part Intellect Splash of Charm Limit yourself to one serving. This cocktail is strong!

*BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*

Both mun and muse are above the age of majority.

This journal is used mainly for writing ficlets, role play, and for entertainment purposes only. I am not making money off this, simply role playing the character.