[X] That I was afraid, of being exploited, being powerless beneath the system. That becoming a Thief was the only way I had up the ladder of authority.
[X] A young girl grown to remarkable size, her dress decorated like a pack of cards, a pocket-watch for an eye, wielding a croquet mallet and a teapot, calling herself Alice.
[X] Not even anything to do with Law or Justice really. I just wanted to assert my individuality, and the Phantom Thieves seemed like just the subculture in which to do that.
[X] A shining older man with wavy brown hair in a long, ruffled blue coat adorned with music notes, his face obscured by light and clouds, calling himself Valjean.
[X] A fair-skinned royal holding herself in casual manner, adorned in a purple dress flowing in a manner that was almost divine, wielding an equally majestic rapier that may or may not have doubled as her very arm she dubbed herself Marie Antoinette
[x] A dark-haired youth tied to a broken cross, his clothes ragged and dusty, his face and clawed hands shrouded by inky darkness, calling himself Lazarillo.