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PLAYER INFO
Name: Lari
Preferred pronoun: she
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Any other characters currently in-game? N/A
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Javert
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Source: Les Misérables (Novel)
Canon Point: At the point of his suicide by drowning in the Seine River. He is snatched into the hedge before he hits the water.
CANON
History: Wiki Link Here
Personality: Javert is a walking paradox, his complete character far more complex than the sum of his parts. There exists in him several facets: the man on the surface, described by Victor Hugo in prose; the man shown to us, described by his actions and speech; and finally, the man he becomes the night he chooses to take his own life.
Prior to his suicide, Javert was utterly devoted to the Law. His only joy was to uphold and enforce law and order. He hated crime with a passion – each criminal was just as bad as any other criminal in his eyes, and the severity of the crime committed or its extenuating circumstances mattered little. Javert was the type of man that would turn in his own child if he slit a throat or jail his own wife for theft without a moment's hesitation. He had extreme respect for authority and a blind faith in his superiors. He was hardworking and brutally honest to the point of abruptness. He was just as harsh to himself as he was on everyone else; his admirable integrity and perseverance pulled him out of the streets, and he knew that one slip in his behavior, one blight in his record would throw him off his pedestal. That made him a fair man, at least, if not a kind one.
Javert's life was his work. He was not known to have any friends, and he had no family. He peered in on society from the outside with the full cognizance that he would never become a part of it. Yet rather than choose to destroy it out of some misguided revenge, he was strong enough to protect it as a police officer. He did not indulge in any vices and outright denied himself human intimacy. He read in his rare free time, but strictly to educate himself. Every now and then, when he felt particularly proud of himself, he would take a pinch of snuff, thereby proving his humanity.
This was the man described to us. The man shown to us hinted at something more… feisty.
For enjoying the oft-begrudged work of a lowly police inspector did not mean he was simply another mindless robot to the government. In fact, unlike many of his bureaucratic desk jockey colleagues, he had a rather dark, wry, and outright sassy sense of humor that extended its claws in the most dire of situations. He was flamboyant in how he executes his arrests, exhibiting a certain artistry that he strove to perfect. Most of his work was done with a spectacular flair for the dramatic. He was not the average, procedural police officer that prattled off the routine rights during an arrest, but rather he behaved as if he was orchestrating his own personal circus of criminal captures. He positively delighted in his work, and his unique passion showed in his dedication and verve. But keep in mind that despite his eccentricities, Javert was a relentless perfectionist, always thorough, always fastidious, never delivering a criminal until he was absolutely certain he could pull off a grand dénouement and a solid case.
In terms of interpersonal relationships, Javert is a difficult shell to crack. It takes a hell of a lot to get close enough, but once he swears fealty, he will abide by his promise for life with strict honor.
On the night of his suicide, Valjean spared Javert's life, and something inside of him changed irrevocably.
All his life, Javert was unyielding. He did not doubt. He was proud, he held his head high, completely assured and ashamed of nothing. But his black and white, very simple world fell out from beneath him in one fell swoop, and he no longer understood the universe in which he lived. His entire understanding of law, order, and the universe flipped inside out. A part of him realized that Valjean, a criminal, a man whom he always believed deserved nothing better than the perpetual hard labor, was a man worthy of veneration and respect for his mercy and the genuine good he has given the world. It was a criminal who was also a saint; a thief who was also a good man. This didn't jive for Javert, who could not integrate this new information with his world view. He could not arrest Valjean and deliver him to the law, his conscience would not allow it. He could not return to work without arresting Valjean, that made him unworthy of his badge. So what order should he have bowed to? The supreme being, God's authority, whom he never before considered very deeply?
Javert's two paths were impossible, irreconcilable. He rejected his options and selected a third out: resignation from work, resignation from the world, resignation to God. He chose to kill himself.
--Except he did not quite succeed. He was stolen away by the Fae before he could carry it out, and he was forever changed.
As a changeling tiger-beast, Javert will still exhibit mostly the same (unpleasant) personality traits of the man he was in life, but now his previous life is a new mystery to solve, and one that he is not sure he wants to. He has developed his own sense of good and bad, right and wrong within Arcadia, but he will come to sense that something is off about his strict adherence to his duties. Perhaps his confusion and resistance to change will grow with each memory he regains, but this will only motivate him to bury himself in busy (predatory?) work to occupy his mind and body and give himself little time to ponder the meaning of his slow awakening.
Moving forward, then, Javert will likely become deeply emotional and highly disturbed individual encased in iron-clad self control. On the outside, he will be cold, calm, disarmingly self-assured, and always ready with a sassy quip. Yet inside he is a veritable mess, constantly second-guessing himself, constantly wondering, constantly confused... and constantly attempting to quell that damnable feline curiosity about his humanity that he cannot suppress.
INTO THE HEDGE
Seeming: Beast
Role: Pet and Guard-Beast. A loyal servant, but with the roguish propensity for independent, predatory theatrics when the mood strikes him.
Abilities: Sharp and heavy claws, powerful jaws, pointy teeth, predatory cunning.
Description: Javert is a six-plus-foot-long, 450-pound Bengal tiger in his beast form. He saunters on four legs, possesses a roar that can be heard as far as two miles away, and flexes paws that could rival a frying pan. He is also exceptionally independent and territorial, a good fit for use as a security pet.
Javert's changeling form is something else. As a man, he wore two huge, impressive sideburns that coated both of his cheeks. Now the mutton chops are thicker and wildly striped in sharp whites, grays, and blacks, blending into a wild mess of wild hair and resembling the ruff of a massive tiger. He is a very hairy fellow, and he cannot quite rid himself of his two enlarged canines. He can retract and extend his claws freely, and his intense and probing eyes have permanently transformed into a bright green-gold.
Reasoning: In his introductory chapter, Victor Hugo describes Javert as a wolf, a guard dog, and a tiger rolled into one noble savage. For the purposes of this game, 'tiger' suits him best: he comes from an 'exotic' ethnicity (the Romani or gypsy people, who were thought to originate in India like the Bengal tiger); he is a loner that exists 'outside' of society looking in, belonging to no pack; and most relevantly, though he is a tame enough beast to follow the rules like the most loyal of dogs, he has just enough of an independent streak to enjoy playing with his prey before drawing the curtain. As a police officer he thrived on the cat-and-mouse chase and the great dénouement, where he would orchestrate a thrilling arrest and present it abruptly to his superiors like a cat would present a dead rat to his master. He is enough of a loose cannon to make surprising and perplexing decisions and blindside both his companions and his quarry. He is nosy enough to fit the old adage, curiosity killed the cat, and does not quit once he grasps some fantastical or instinctive idea in his brain. And lurking beneath his skin is a hint of unpolished wildness that he may someday lose his grip on his strict morals and unbending principles and regress back to the savage beast within. Javert is a tiger.
MEMORIES
First Memory: His decision to jump into the river and end his life
Another Five: Valjean setting Javert at liberty from the June Insurrection
The concept of severe duty to the law and government
Javert arresting 'Mayor Madeleine' Valjean at Montreuil-sur-Mer, frightening Fantine to death in the process
The rage and humiliation he felt when Valjean (as Mayor Madeleine) overruled his police authority and denied Fantine's arrest
The moment in his youth that Javert chose to join the police rather than turn against society as a criminal
SAMPLES
Log and Post
Name: Lari
Preferred pronoun: she
Preferred means of contact: plurk @
Any other characters currently in-game? N/A
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Javert
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Source: Les Misérables (Novel)
Canon Point: At the point of his suicide by drowning in the Seine River. He is snatched into the hedge before he hits the water.
CANON
History: Wiki Link Here
Personality: Javert is a walking paradox, his complete character far more complex than the sum of his parts. There exists in him several facets: the man on the surface, described by Victor Hugo in prose; the man shown to us, described by his actions and speech; and finally, the man he becomes the night he chooses to take his own life.
Prior to his suicide, Javert was utterly devoted to the Law. His only joy was to uphold and enforce law and order. He hated crime with a passion – each criminal was just as bad as any other criminal in his eyes, and the severity of the crime committed or its extenuating circumstances mattered little. Javert was the type of man that would turn in his own child if he slit a throat or jail his own wife for theft without a moment's hesitation. He had extreme respect for authority and a blind faith in his superiors. He was hardworking and brutally honest to the point of abruptness. He was just as harsh to himself as he was on everyone else; his admirable integrity and perseverance pulled him out of the streets, and he knew that one slip in his behavior, one blight in his record would throw him off his pedestal. That made him a fair man, at least, if not a kind one.
Javert's life was his work. He was not known to have any friends, and he had no family. He peered in on society from the outside with the full cognizance that he would never become a part of it. Yet rather than choose to destroy it out of some misguided revenge, he was strong enough to protect it as a police officer. He did not indulge in any vices and outright denied himself human intimacy. He read in his rare free time, but strictly to educate himself. Every now and then, when he felt particularly proud of himself, he would take a pinch of snuff, thereby proving his humanity.
This was the man described to us. The man shown to us hinted at something more… feisty.
For enjoying the oft-begrudged work of a lowly police inspector did not mean he was simply another mindless robot to the government. In fact, unlike many of his bureaucratic desk jockey colleagues, he had a rather dark, wry, and outright sassy sense of humor that extended its claws in the most dire of situations. He was flamboyant in how he executes his arrests, exhibiting a certain artistry that he strove to perfect. Most of his work was done with a spectacular flair for the dramatic. He was not the average, procedural police officer that prattled off the routine rights during an arrest, but rather he behaved as if he was orchestrating his own personal circus of criminal captures. He positively delighted in his work, and his unique passion showed in his dedication and verve. But keep in mind that despite his eccentricities, Javert was a relentless perfectionist, always thorough, always fastidious, never delivering a criminal until he was absolutely certain he could pull off a grand dénouement and a solid case.
In terms of interpersonal relationships, Javert is a difficult shell to crack. It takes a hell of a lot to get close enough, but once he swears fealty, he will abide by his promise for life with strict honor.
On the night of his suicide, Valjean spared Javert's life, and something inside of him changed irrevocably.
All his life, Javert was unyielding. He did not doubt. He was proud, he held his head high, completely assured and ashamed of nothing. But his black and white, very simple world fell out from beneath him in one fell swoop, and he no longer understood the universe in which he lived. His entire understanding of law, order, and the universe flipped inside out. A part of him realized that Valjean, a criminal, a man whom he always believed deserved nothing better than the perpetual hard labor, was a man worthy of veneration and respect for his mercy and the genuine good he has given the world. It was a criminal who was also a saint; a thief who was also a good man. This didn't jive for Javert, who could not integrate this new information with his world view. He could not arrest Valjean and deliver him to the law, his conscience would not allow it. He could not return to work without arresting Valjean, that made him unworthy of his badge. So what order should he have bowed to? The supreme being, God's authority, whom he never before considered very deeply?
Javert's two paths were impossible, irreconcilable. He rejected his options and selected a third out: resignation from work, resignation from the world, resignation to God. He chose to kill himself.
--Except he did not quite succeed. He was stolen away by the Fae before he could carry it out, and he was forever changed.
As a changeling tiger-beast, Javert will still exhibit mostly the same (unpleasant) personality traits of the man he was in life, but now his previous life is a new mystery to solve, and one that he is not sure he wants to. He has developed his own sense of good and bad, right and wrong within Arcadia, but he will come to sense that something is off about his strict adherence to his duties. Perhaps his confusion and resistance to change will grow with each memory he regains, but this will only motivate him to bury himself in busy (predatory?) work to occupy his mind and body and give himself little time to ponder the meaning of his slow awakening.
Moving forward, then, Javert will likely become deeply emotional and highly disturbed individual encased in iron-clad self control. On the outside, he will be cold, calm, disarmingly self-assured, and always ready with a sassy quip. Yet inside he is a veritable mess, constantly second-guessing himself, constantly wondering, constantly confused... and constantly attempting to quell that damnable feline curiosity about his humanity that he cannot suppress.
INTO THE HEDGE
Seeming: Beast
Role: Pet and Guard-Beast. A loyal servant, but with the roguish propensity for independent, predatory theatrics when the mood strikes him.
Abilities: Sharp and heavy claws, powerful jaws, pointy teeth, predatory cunning.
Description: Javert is a six-plus-foot-long, 450-pound Bengal tiger in his beast form. He saunters on four legs, possesses a roar that can be heard as far as two miles away, and flexes paws that could rival a frying pan. He is also exceptionally independent and territorial, a good fit for use as a security pet.
Javert's changeling form is something else. As a man, he wore two huge, impressive sideburns that coated both of his cheeks. Now the mutton chops are thicker and wildly striped in sharp whites, grays, and blacks, blending into a wild mess of wild hair and resembling the ruff of a massive tiger. He is a very hairy fellow, and he cannot quite rid himself of his two enlarged canines. He can retract and extend his claws freely, and his intense and probing eyes have permanently transformed into a bright green-gold.
Reasoning: In his introductory chapter, Victor Hugo describes Javert as a wolf, a guard dog, and a tiger rolled into one noble savage. For the purposes of this game, 'tiger' suits him best: he comes from an 'exotic' ethnicity (the Romani or gypsy people, who were thought to originate in India like the Bengal tiger); he is a loner that exists 'outside' of society looking in, belonging to no pack; and most relevantly, though he is a tame enough beast to follow the rules like the most loyal of dogs, he has just enough of an independent streak to enjoy playing with his prey before drawing the curtain. As a police officer he thrived on the cat-and-mouse chase and the great dénouement, where he would orchestrate a thrilling arrest and present it abruptly to his superiors like a cat would present a dead rat to his master. He is enough of a loose cannon to make surprising and perplexing decisions and blindside both his companions and his quarry. He is nosy enough to fit the old adage, curiosity killed the cat, and does not quit once he grasps some fantastical or instinctive idea in his brain. And lurking beneath his skin is a hint of unpolished wildness that he may someday lose his grip on his strict morals and unbending principles and regress back to the savage beast within. Javert is a tiger.
MEMORIES
First Memory: His decision to jump into the river and end his life
Another Five: Valjean setting Javert at liberty from the June Insurrection
The concept of severe duty to the law and government
Javert arresting 'Mayor Madeleine' Valjean at Montreuil-sur-Mer, frightening Fantine to death in the process
The rage and humiliation he felt when Valjean (as Mayor Madeleine) overruled his police authority and denied Fantine's arrest
The moment in his youth that Javert chose to join the police rather than turn against society as a criminal
SAMPLES
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