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Character Information:
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast
Name: Anton 'Beast' Chevalier
Character Model: Steven Strait
Age: 20
Current Residence: Sherwood, in a mansion the size and shape of a small French chateau, complete with a swimming pool he never uses and a garden one could get lost in
Occupation: Second-year student at Balamb University. Full-time grouch

Personality:
Spoilt, grouchy, self-centred and self-pitying; all these couldn't even begin to describe Anton. But Anton is the way he is for a reason - several, in fact. Not least of these is the fact that his handicap has rendered him very insecure deep down inside, and having an unfriendly personality is the only way he can think of to conceal this. At best, he is bitter and reserved around other people; at his worst, he is bad-tempered, hostile, and even unkind. Addicted to self-pity, he has feelings for no one but himself. He is not self-obsessed, but rather, self-absorbed; yet, true to his insecurity, he finds himself in frequent self-doubt.

Even at his age, he is prone to temper-tantrums, should he not get his way. Anton sees the world as bleak and gray as the dark cloud he always seems to be limping around under, and as cold and unforgiving as the winter that sealed his fate. He is socially awkward in many senses, antisocial would be an accurate word to describe him, and he thrives in solitude where he can sulk and wallow in his own misery. True to his bad boy image, he often finds solace in drink, and occasionally cigarettes, but never drugs. However, his dour personality overrides even his brooding bad boy looks; his grumpiness is an instant turnoff to even the most accomodating girl, and this only gives Anton even more reason to fall deeper into self-pity, thus perpetuating this vicious cycle of loneliness.

One thing Anton has a passion for though, is the Fine Arts. Probably an influence of his aristocratic upbringing, Anton has a keen appreciation of literature, art and music in his spare time. Since he was obviously never able to play sports with the rest of the guys, those were what he turned to, though such hobbies don't help his isolationistic tendencies very much. He is a pretty good sculptor, plays the pipe organ decently, and frequently peruses the books in his father's immense library in the Mansion.

Biography:
The story begins when Anton Chevalier was eleven. The Chevaliers' only son was a promising young lad then. He was genuinely intelligent, he had a healthy appreciation for the Fine Arts, and was expected to follow in his French politician father's footsteps when he grew up. The only thing was, he was really spoilt, but then all Chevalier men were spoilt - it came with the territory, and the money, and wasn't something that worried his parents. But then the Chevaliers hardly really worried about anything regarding Anton anyway. They were the classic rich but absent parents - Monsieur was always away attending to French foreign affairs, Madame was the typical trophy wife, who gave a lot more thought to her wardrobe and public image than her son.

Thus is was that one cold, wintry morning, eleven year old Anton Chevalier was left all alone in his expansive chateau-like mansion when the doorbell rang. It so happened that it was the butler's off-day, so young Anton bounded down the stairs, excited that he was having a visitor, whoever it was. It turned out that his 'visitor' was the wizened old woman who lived down the road, in a comparatively much smaller cottage. She told Anton she needed some help weeding her garden, would he be interested in helping a poor old lady? She would give him a single beautiful rose from the blooming rose bush in her own garden, because she had nothing more to give. Upon hearing this request, Anton sneered in reply - a menial task like weeding? Me? Anton Chevalier? And a mere rose as payment? No way! He turned the old woman away and slammed the door in her face, thinking nothing more of that encounter for the rest of the day.

A few days later, Anton and his butler were taking a leisurely evening walk down the road when they passed by the old woman's tiny house. A huge rose bush was in full bloom in her small but verdant garden. Anton's eyes lit up when he saw this; her roses were even more beautiful than she had promised, and he had just thought of a way to get one for himself, for nothing. Ignoring his butler's warnings, he clumsily scaled the fence surrounding the garden and reached down at the rose bush, with the intent of stealing one of the plump roses for himself. Suddenly, the door to the cottage opened and the old woman burst out; in shock, Anton toppled headfirst off the fence he was straddling, and onto the ground, a thorny red rose between his fingers.

Even though he had not fallen from a great height, the position he had landed in not only gave him a concussion, but also broke his left leg quite severely and dislocated a spinal disc. Of course, he was rushed to the hospital immediately and given the best intensive care. The rose he had managed to pluck 'successfully' lay wilting on his bedside table, petals falling off one by one..

The doctors did what they could, but said that Anton's recovery would be very slow, if he ever recovered fully at all. Until then, he would have to walk around with a hunch and a limp. He resented this sudden handicap and became grumpy and moody; his parents lavished even more servants onto him, making him even more spoilt. At school, he could no longer take part in sport, and he earned the teasing of the other kids. His increasingly grouchy and irritable demeanour, and his hunch and pronounced limp, earned him the nickname 'the Beast' from the other kids.

He became withdrawn and antisocial as he grew into his teen years and his limp and hunch didn't improve. He kept away from most people, and they him - he was too much of a spoilt, rich brat to get along well with just anyone anyway.

Eventually, he finished high school and moved on to study in Balamb University, fulfilling his parents' wishes of following in his father's footsteps by taking Political Science as a major. He continues to live in his parents' house in the suburban area of Sherwood.



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