Frollo x Oc

Frollo x Oc

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 20, 2024
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Before the burning of Notre Dame, the ruthless judge, Claude Frollo, found an unconscious maiden near the canals. The maiden awakens and shows signs of amnesia with the exception of her name. Against his better judgment, Frollo decides to keep the girl but have her hidden from the world. Frollo then forms a wicked plan for the girl, just as he did for his adopted son. Perhaps this mysterious girl can lure out the rumored Gypsy King from his hiding spot . . . Or fuel his desires.
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Sing the bells of Notre Dame!~ Those words she heard all her life alongside her sister: Quasimoda or Quasi for short. The eldest of sisters was named Y/n by her father Jehan whom at the young age of five lost to a incurable sickness, and her mother to childbirth so before his deathbed, Jehan contracted his older sister Claudette Frollo whom was now the Lady of the Palace of Justice to come to him by letter. Name: Y/n Frollo Nickname: Purest Angel Age: 22 H/c: Hair Color E/c: Eye Color F/c: Favorite Color Skin color: Pale cream yet tanned lightly Family: Father: Jehan Frollo (Decreased), Unamed Mother Frollo (Decreased) , Claudette Frollo, Quasimoda (Quasi) Frollo. Morning in Paris the city awakes To the Bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the baker man bakes To the Bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as loud as the thunder To the little bells soft as a Psalm And some say the soul of the city's the toll Of the bells, the Bells of Notre Dame Long years ago did this story begin In this place called Notre Dame Two orphan siblings were both taken in By the grace of Notre Dame

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