Born in 1460, in the city of Paris. Hugo was a white, green-eyed ginger. Who grew up in a loving family. His mother is a baker and his dad a craftsman. He looked up to them both. Though their cottage was small. It was enough for the three.
There used to be four in the household. Hugo's little sister, but she died due to a grave illness. Only 10 years of age. Hugo would always cherish the memories and moments he shared with her. His parents and his friends helped him through that dark time.
What also made Hugo go on, was the admiration for the country's military. Always wanting to help his parents out somehow. He decided he'd join the military. That way he could serve his country and get more money. Once turning the legal age, he enrolled himself.
It was a paid service type enrollment. Which Hugo gladly received and got a note. That read where he was to meet his recruiters and the other soldiers. His mother helped pack his things and his father crafted him a gift. The gift was a wooden box, where Hugo would be able to store small belongings.
Hugo smiled at his two parents and gave them a hug. "Thank you for believing in me and everything else that you've done. I'll make you both proud, I promise." He told them.
His father smiled. "I know you will, son." He replied. His mother was teary-eyed. "Take care of yourself sweetheart" she said.
"I will" he responded and wiped away a tear from his mother's cheek. He would sling the bag's strap over his shoulder. On one hand, he carried the box. He began to walk away, before stopping. Turning he looked at his parents and waved goodbye. His parents waved back, and with that he left.
He was heading to where he needed to go. When one of his childhood friends, named Dorin Andrei came across his path. He was tan, had brown eyes and hair. He wore male gypsy attire. "Hugo? Hugo Pierre?" He asked curiously. It had been a long while since they had seen each other.
Hugo stopped and looked at the young man. "Yes, that's me. You're Dorrin Andrei, right? He asked. Dorrin nodded and had a happy smile.
"It's so nice to see you, old pal." Dorrin said. "Why do you look like Père Noël?" He asked with a small chuckle. Hugo looked behind him to see his bag and down at his box.
Hugo looked up at his old friend. "Oh this, I'm just going to become a soldier. No big deal." He said the last part jokingly. It really was a big deal for him.
Dorrin's smile faltered. As a Romanian, soldiers were seen as oppressors and thugs. Especially Judge Claude Frollo's men. Hugo noticed the change in emotion Dorrin had. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Be careful Hugo. Don't let "THEM" get to you too." Dorrin said only and walked away.
Hugo was taken aback with what Dorrin had said. Though he didn't understand what that meant. "Bye Dorrin" he said to himself. He continued on, until he reached a palace-like building. Dark and foreboding.
The Palace of Justice.