Inspector Javert

🦋 OOC Information

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🦋 IC Information

🦋 Personality

• Dead: What Javert believes he should be. Javert is a victim of suicide, and to be dead was meant to be his ultimate sacrifice, his final resignation in the face of his work and God’s unfaltering eye. At the end of his life, his entire worldview was upended by a simple act of mercy shown to him by his lifelong enemy. He stood at a crossroads, and he recognized two concrete paths ahead. The first, to arrest a venerable criminal at large, was unconscionable to him, because he could not bring himself to arrest a man who saved his life. The second, to continue with his police work, was irreconcilable with his principles, for in order to do his duty as prescribed by the law, he would be forced to make the arrest. Denying the law this arrest would make him unworthy of his badge. Additionally, he understood that if one man was capable of performing criminal acts for just, kind reasons, fully capable of changing from a violent brute into a gentle saint, than there existed the possibility that he made unfair arrests against people with moral reasons for their actions. He could not bear living and continuing with the knowledge that not all criminals were bad men, and that his hands were stained with the blood of good men in doing his duty. This, for his failings, he chose to remove himself from the world and embrace the stillness of death.


• Dance: Javert is a dramatic son of a bitch. Unlike many of his bureaucratic colleagues, he has 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 executed his arrests, exhibiting a certain 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. Most of his work was done with a spectacular flair for the dramatic. He behaved as if he was orchestrating his own personal circus of criminal captures -- or an intricate dance full of fast footwork, sashaying one way, pirouetting another until he held his prize in a deep tango dip. He was a masterful performer, arranging his unwitting players with his shrewd foresight and well-studied understanding of his foes. 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 (or finishing his dance) until he was absolutely certain he could pull off a grand dénouement and a solid case.
  


• Pride: Javert is a proud man. All his life, he carried himself with his head held high, a disdainful grimace of authority plastered on his face. He knew the law by the letter, and he knew he held himself to the highest, most exacting standards; he was irreproachable, inarguable, and pure in his commitment to his duties. He was completely assured and ashamed of nothing… until his simple, black-and-white worldview came undone at the seams. Now it is his pride and solid grounding he mourns, flailing through a new course of business fraught with doubt and insecurity. Without purpose, he will continue to struggle in finding his way. Luckily, the Fae Folk have a predetermined purpose all laid out for him, and he should fall into dedicated step soon enough.


• Sin: Before the night of his death, Javert believed himself sinless. He was honest and dedicated. He never slept a day on the job. He worked for every single sous he earned in his name. But when his understanding of the world shattered, he saw himself in a new, disturbing light. Once his eyes opened to the possibility that criminals, convicts, former miscreants could also become good, selfless, and kind, he recognized that all the arrests and the treatment he bestowed upon his quarry throughout his life might have been treated poorly — unjustly so. To his horror, he understood that many of these criminals may have had good reasons, moral reasons, or pressures beyond their control to commit their unlawful acts. How could a police officer continue, then, knowing he has stolen freedom and life from people who might have turned around? He couldn’t bear the thought of his sins. He couldn’t bear the thought of dithering over every case pushed across his desk. This realization stamped him as a tainted, rotten soul to his core; he was not the faultless, sinless man he worked so hard to be.


• Fall: Javert flinched and fell, both literally and figuratively. He fell figuratively, in the sense that he caught himself at fault and in the moral 'wrong' despite following what he knew to be righteous and true all his life. In catching himself irredeemably wrong, he fell from grace as the stern and severe Inspector Javert, and became a scoundrel like any other. The only way to recompense for his ills was to resign, both from his duties and from life. So he fell, literally, downriver, expecting the void to swallow him whole -- only to fall into a new existence in the Fae Kingdom.

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