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Lab of Nature App
CW: The following app contains references to suicide by drowning and the associated mental state it requires to carry out such an act. Please proceed with caution.
OOC INFORMATION
Name: Larissa
Contact: Plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Permissions: Here
Age: 37
Other characters?: N/A
Who Invited you?: Mod Invite Here
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Inspector Javert
Assigned Nickname The Hound
Age: 52
Canon: Les Misérables (Novel)
Canon point: After his death
Character Information: His extensive wikipedia entry
CRAU: N/A
CRAU Changes/powers: N/A
Personality: Javert is a walking paradox. 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 takes his own life.
Prior to his suicide, Javert was devoted to the Law. His only joy was to uphold and enforce law and order. He hated crime – 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. He had extreme respect for authority and a blind faith in his superiors. He was hardworking and brutally honest to the point of rudeness. He possessed an eagle eye and always took care to tie his cases in a neat little bow; he left not a single question unanswered, not a single detail unexplained. He was just as harsh to himself as he was to everyone else; his 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 didn't have close friends, and he had no family. He did not indulge in vices and outright denied himself human intimacy. He read in his rare free time 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 work of a lowly police inspector did not mean he was simply another mindless robot to the government. In fact, he had a rather dark and wry sense of humor that extended its claws in the most dire of situations. He was flamboyant in how he executed his arrests, exhibiting artistry that he strove to perfect. He gleefully bantered with his quarry and the worst of his enemies, his tongue just as sharp as his unyielding nature. He behaved as if he was orchestrating his own personal theatre of criminal captures.
Yet one night, a convict named Jean Valjean -- a man whom he doggedly hunted across decades -- spared Javert's life from certain death, and something inside of him snapped.
All his life, Javert was unyielding and above reproach. He did not doubt. But his black and white, very simple world crumbled in an instant, and he no longer understood the universe in which he lived. A part of him realized that Valjean, a criminal, a man who he always believed deserved a prison cell, was a man worthy of veneration and respect for his mercy and the genuine good he had given the world. He was a criminal who was also a saint; a thief who was also a good man. A new shade of gray colored every single interaction he ever had with a criminal, and opened up to him the possibility that criminals may have —dare he say—just and kind motivations.
This horrified 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 bow to? The supreme being, God's authority, whom he never before considered very deeply?
Javert's two paths were irreconcilable. He rejected his options and selected a third out: resignation from work, resignation from the world, resignation to God. He killed himself.
Thus will begin Javert's journey as a prisoner in Lab of Nature with a single narrowed eye open to the gray 'middle ground' between good and bad, right and wrong. He no longer knows where he fits in this world. Once his exhaustion wanes, his first big struggle will be to work through his cognitive dissonance over his shattered world view, discover a new purpose, and channel his actions productively.
Moving past his initial shock and post-traumatic stress, Javert will become a 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 doubt incarnate, constantly second-guessing himself, constantly displeased, constantly confused. Whether he will be able to cope with moral uncertainty and intimate relationships depends on his time served as an experimental subject; there is potential for character improvement or fatalistic acceptance of his 'punishment' as he learns to live through and adapt to the horrors in store.
Roommates?: One roommate max to make him suffer.
Triggers/sensitive topics you'd like to avoid?: Nothing is beyond the realm of possibility. I'm a flexible person and can work with almost anything, provided the context is ripe.
RP SAMPLES: TDM Thread with Éponine
OOC INFORMATION
Name: Larissa
Contact: Plurk at
Permissions: Here
Age: 37
Other characters?: N/A
Who Invited you?: Mod Invite Here
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Inspector Javert
Assigned Nickname The Hound
Age: 52
Canon: Les Misérables (Novel)
Canon point: After his death
Character Information: His extensive wikipedia entry
CRAU: N/A
CRAU Changes/powers: N/A
Personality: Javert is a walking paradox. 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 takes his own life.
Prior to his suicide, Javert was devoted to the Law. His only joy was to uphold and enforce law and order. He hated crime – 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. He had extreme respect for authority and a blind faith in his superiors. He was hardworking and brutally honest to the point of rudeness. He possessed an eagle eye and always took care to tie his cases in a neat little bow; he left not a single question unanswered, not a single detail unexplained. He was just as harsh to himself as he was to everyone else; his 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 didn't have close friends, and he had no family. He did not indulge in vices and outright denied himself human intimacy. He read in his rare free time 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 work of a lowly police inspector did not mean he was simply another mindless robot to the government. In fact, he had a rather dark and wry sense of humor that extended its claws in the most dire of situations. He was flamboyant in how he executed his arrests, exhibiting artistry that he strove to perfect. He gleefully bantered with his quarry and the worst of his enemies, his tongue just as sharp as his unyielding nature. He behaved as if he was orchestrating his own personal theatre of criminal captures.
Yet one night, a convict named Jean Valjean -- a man whom he doggedly hunted across decades -- spared Javert's life from certain death, and something inside of him snapped.
All his life, Javert was unyielding and above reproach. He did not doubt. But his black and white, very simple world crumbled in an instant, and he no longer understood the universe in which he lived. A part of him realized that Valjean, a criminal, a man who he always believed deserved a prison cell, was a man worthy of veneration and respect for his mercy and the genuine good he had given the world. He was a criminal who was also a saint; a thief who was also a good man. A new shade of gray colored every single interaction he ever had with a criminal, and opened up to him the possibility that criminals may have —dare he say—just and kind motivations.
This horrified 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 bow to? The supreme being, God's authority, whom he never before considered very deeply?
Javert's two paths were irreconcilable. He rejected his options and selected a third out: resignation from work, resignation from the world, resignation to God. He killed himself.
Thus will begin Javert's journey as a prisoner in Lab of Nature with a single narrowed eye open to the gray 'middle ground' between good and bad, right and wrong. He no longer knows where he fits in this world. Once his exhaustion wanes, his first big struggle will be to work through his cognitive dissonance over his shattered world view, discover a new purpose, and channel his actions productively.
Moving past his initial shock and post-traumatic stress, Javert will become a 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 doubt incarnate, constantly second-guessing himself, constantly displeased, constantly confused. Whether he will be able to cope with moral uncertainty and intimate relationships depends on his time served as an experimental subject; there is potential for character improvement or fatalistic acceptance of his 'punishment' as he learns to live through and adapt to the horrors in store.
Roommates?: One roommate max to make him suffer.
Triggers/sensitive topics you'd like to avoid?: Nothing is beyond the realm of possibility. I'm a flexible person and can work with almost anything, provided the context is ripe.
RP SAMPLES: TDM Thread with Éponine