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Amelie Juliette Gosselin
{First Name} Amelie
{Middle Name} Juliette
{Last Name} Gosselin
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[Age] 19
[Gender] Female
[Relationship Status] Single
Birth Details:
{Date of Birth} June 21st
{Place of Birth} A low-down slum in Paris
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[Appearance]
[Details]
{Eyes} Brown
{Hair Colour} Dark Brown
{Hairstyle} Very curly whirly and thick. She often wears it up in a bun or braid when she's working.
{Skin tone} Light tan
{Imperfections} Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose and shoulders, a thin scar on her back from ice-skating and falling when she was younger. It had to be stitched up and never healed properly.
{General Dressing style} Fancy, but not as fancy as her mistress of course. Pastel colors are her favorite, and she wears lots of frills, lace, and bows. Lots of necklaces too, and gloves and hats. Basically a less-fancier version of her own mistress.
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[Fears/Phobias]
~Thunderstorms
~Barking dogs
~Disappointing her family
[Likes]
~Fancy clothes
~Reading
~Doing chores
[Dislikes]
~Snobby people
~Getting wet
~Being criticized
[Personality]
Amelie is sweet, soft, and very caring, almost motherly in a way. She's wise beyond her years and very optimistic even when faced with dark times. However, she's still capable of making friends like Odette and considers herself very grateful she got to work in such a high position. She didn't have much world experience growing up and is therefore considered simple-minded and naive by those who don't know her very well, so whenever she's not currently busy she's always sharpening her mind with any books she can get her hands on.
||♔|| Historic Overview ||♚||
[Early Life]
Amelie was born in the wretched slums of Paris, a city glamorous only to the rich, as her father would bitterly say. Luckily she was an only child, but her parents were still unable to provide all the care for her that she wanted, and sometimes they didn't even make an attempt. However despite these harsh conditions Amelie somehow managed to keep a smile on her face, no matter how cold and hungry she got.
Change for her happened very unexpectedly when one day a very-well-dressed man appeared at her doorstep when she was nine years old, looking for a lady's maid for his six-year-old daughter. He was told by an anonymous source that this would be the place to get a good one, and Amelie's parents shipped her away to be with the man's family for quite a sizable fee in return. Most would be upset or scared about such a huge lifestyle change, but not Amelie. She was ready to face her new life head-on.
[Childhood]
Amelie soon met Odette, the girl she'd be serving for the rest of her life, and quickly warmed-up to this girl, who wanted for nothing yet was sweet and compassionate. To her, Odette had the sort of life she only believed happened in fairy tales, and she was a princess. After a few rough patches of Amelie learning what to do, they quickly fell into a rhythm and now Amelie knows Odette like she would know her own sister, often inseparable as sisters. Odette even gives Amelie her old clothing so she too can dress in style! And she can eat rich food! What's not to love?!
[Adolescence]
Amelie has been in service to Odette for nearly ten years now and their bond is as strong as ever. To Odette, it's a sisterly bond, but to Amelie perhaps it's something more....? Only time will tell what will happen to their families in the turmoil atmosphere of revolutionary France.
[Family]
{Mother}
Ines Lea Gosselin, 39, laundress
{Father}
Florian Alexandre Gosselin, 46, dock worker
[Friends]
~ Odette
[Enemies]
~Any enemy of Odette is Amelie's enemy!
((Finally this is done! Tell me if anything needs fixing DarkAngel!))
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"If no one loved, the sun would go out."
{[CLAUDINE MARIE MONNE]}[Born February 14th, 1777]►Age//54►Gender//female►Eyes//hazel►Hair//graying blonde{[la apparence]}
{[personnalité]}Madame Claudine is a warm, open-hearted sort of woman, despite past tragedies. She can make even the most introverted at ease, and always has something to chatter on about. She isn't a busybody, but she does have a good idea of what is generally going on in her part of Paris. Kind and helpful, she has always taken in those in need, even if she is in want herself. This trait of hers has led to some trouble with trusting too easily, but she simply shrugs the mistakes off and moves on. She doesn't live in fear of strangers, but has a safe wariness that wards away larger troubles.
{Likes}{Dislikes}☓ pastries☓ tea☓ helping others☓ violence☓ cooking☓ winter{Strengths}{Weaknesses}☓ cheerfulness☓ talkative☓ loyalty☓ sympathy{[histoire]}Claudine was thirteen during the beginning of the French Revolution. As her family was caught in the strife, she personally viewed her father lost to the fighting when he went out to protect his wife and their child from protesters and soldiers alike. She grew up with the memory of that lurking in her past, but it didn't dissuade her from developing a strong hatred of violence as a means to change the world.
She married short after her seventeenth birthday to Ricard Monne, a quietly successful merchant fifteen years her senior who dealt in produce coming in outside of the city. They were happy together and had a son, Jean-Claude, but no other children as all other pregnancies ended quickly and tragically. But while there was sadness from that, Claudine doted on her son and was happy when he married and had a child of his own. Her husband had died from a fever a few years after their son's birth, and to support herself and as a part of her charitable heart, Claudine lets out rooms in her home.
Her apartments are home to Enjolras who she considers as a sort of adopted son, despite his reservations towards relationships of any kind beyond comradeship with his fellow revolutionaries.
{Father} Ricard Alvar Pilere{Mother} Linnette Marie Pilere{Husband} Jean-Claude Monne{Son} Alman Oliver Monne{Daughter-in-law} Antoinette Lia Monne{Grandson} Alvar Claude Monne
Did you see themGoing off to fight?Children of the barricadeWho didn't last the night?
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“Not being heard is no reason for silence.”
{[MATELOTE AGNES COMTOIS]}[Born November 3rd, 1812]►Age//19►Gender//female►Eyes//soft green►Hair//mahogany brown{[la apparence]}
{[personnalité]}She is a fierce kind of girl who wishes for a world where women are seen as equals with men. This does not mean she knows where her place is - how could she forget? - but that she will not settle for standing in the shadows. This brings her trouble of all kinds as she finds it hard to hold her tongue, her temper easily sparked by wrongdoing and injustice of all kinds. Over the years she has learned to tame her fire, but it still burns just as hot.
Matelote does not know how to live halfway; it is all or none. Equally passionate in both her anger and her kindness, she makes the best of friends and the worst of enemies. Her loyalty lost is lost forever; it would be an extraordinary circumstance to earn a second-chance from her. Were she a man, she would be in the path of greatness in either a governmental or military position, due to her hard-working and leader personality. But alas, she is but a simple waitress with dreams too big for her time.
{Likes}{Dislikes}☓ witty conversation☓ injustice☓ fresh bread☓ summer☓ cats☓ being touched{Strengths}{Weaknesses}☓ quick memory☓ sharp tongue☓ loyalty☓ reckless☓ tenacious☓ claustrophobic{Fears}☓ inequality☓ silence☓ marriage☓ helplessness{[histoire]}Matelote grew up on a small farm several miles outside of Paris, her earliest memories being that of going with her father to sell their produce in the city. Her mother had died in childbirth with her, being of an already delicate constitution. She and her father lived quite happily on their own with one hired hand, Paine, for many years. But as Matelote grew from an awkward child into a lovely young woman, the odd tension between her and Paine, who was fifteen years her senior, came to a head. Inappropriate touches from him in her father's absence led one day to an attempt for more, which Matelote barely escaped by striking him in the head with a nearby rolling pin. This is the root of her avoidance of anything romantic and a hard-to-explain fear of intimacy.
After Paine was violently fired by her father, a year later her beloved parent caught an unshakable fever and died a few weeks after contracting it. Matelote was left to somehow manage their farm on her own, which she did for several months before selling to a close neighbor and leaving her childhood home for the unfamiliar streets of Paris. As a single, unaccompanied girl in the unfriendly streets she faced similar situations like that with Paine - even being mistaken one night as a harlot - before she found work at the Cafe Musain. She has worked there ever since, a familiar face at the frequented cafe of Les Amis de l'ABC. Despite her avoidance of most men, Matelote liked the passionate boys who dream of revolution, and their dreams soon became her own. But she has yet to voice these dreams to them, though she has spoken a few times in such lines to Enjolras.
{Father} Timeo Comtois{Mother} Marian Comtois
There's a hunger in the landThere's a reckoning still to be reckonedAnd there's gonna be hell to payAt the end of the day!
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{[Aᴄᴇʟ Mɪᴄʜᴀᴇ̈ʟ Bᴇʀᴛʀᴀɴᴅ]}
► Age~19//►Male//►Eyes~ brown//►Hair~ brown//►Height~ six foot //
{Aᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ}{Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛᴇ́}
Acel is always serious, quiet, and loyal. Stubborn and protective, but polite. He is proud even in the role of servant, as his family’s history is just as long as the noblest aristocrat’s. Although generous and friendly, he prefers his own “family” to shoving his way out into the world. His family has always held the de l’Aubespienes girls in adoration, and Acel is no exception. Nechole- and before her, her mother- were and are his idols. Any Bertrand would gladly give his life for her.{Hɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴇ}
{early life} Acel and his twin sister Fleurette were born into a long line of servants to the de l’Aubespienes, and spent his early years at the de l’Aubespienes chateau. His mother, a Parisian maid who had become a circus girl before meeting the young Marianne and agreeing to become her maid, there met his father, the second-in-command groom. When Marianne happened to fall for a country nobleman who the Bertrands considered below her- honestly, they would think any man below her- and Acel was three, his family moved with her, part of her wedding gift.
{childhood} Acel spent his early years with the horses and his father, and occasionally running errands for his mother inside the great house. When quite small, he and his sister were occasionally called in as a playfellow for the toddling Nechole, when his mother was busy but needed to watch the child. This ended when, at age seven, Acel proclaimed grandiosely “When I grow up, I shall become a king and I shall marry you!” to the five-year-old Nechole. His parents did not take this as a childish statement put forth after an innocent game of “house.” Acel was whipped severely and not allowed to play with her again, after hearing a long lecture on the place of servants. He certainly took this to heart. Nechole and her mother, his parents said, belonged in the realm of goddesses- untouchable, perfect, and capricious. Fortunately for him, the memory of this incident soon fled the mind of the young Nechole.
{adolescence} No longer of the age to be an adorable errand-boy, Acel worked full-time in the stables. When he was twelve, he was allowed to help his father in teaching Nechole to ride. As she grew older, he became a riding companion, a silent guard to ride behind her and her friends or family. He too was there when Marianne was thrown from her horse, and the incident scarred him nearly as deeply as it scarred Nechole. It was he who held the weeping girl to her saddle for the ride back, he who pulled her away from the rearing horse. When, a few months later, Nechole ran away, Acel, although the fastest horseman, was thought of last and therefore sent to the location Archard thought least likely for Nechole to go- Paris.{Fᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ}
{father} Adolphe Bertrand
{mother} Charlotte Bertrand
{sister} Alphonsine, 22
{sister} Fleurette, 19
{sister} Aimee, 12
{brother} Deniel, 9
||| Name ||||[Full name] Rozene Célia LaRue
{First Name} Rozene “Ze”
{Middle Name} Célia
{Last Name} LaRue
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[Age] 19
[Gender] Female
[Relationship Status] Currently single
Birth Details
{Date of Birth} March 17
{Place of Birth} Homebirth at her family’s farm in Averyron
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[Appearance]
[Details] Standing at 5’3, she is often teased by her size by family and friends causing her to dislike that aspect about her. Due to the farm work abundance of physical labour, she has an athletic build. She resembles her mother when she was younger and carefree. Rozene’s smile reminisces the happiness that her mother once had and as a result, Ze tries to smile as much as she can when she is around her mother in order to bring her some form of happiness. However, Rozene’s real smile has yet to make an appearance. Last was seen when she was 10 years old.
{Eyes} She has inherited her father’s green eyes that often are described as fierce and rebellious, yet deep down show loneliness. The only physical aspect she has inherited from her father.
{Hair Colour} dark brown
{Hairstyle} Rozene’s brown hair falls down to her waist but she mostly keeps it in a bun or a braid. She hates to keep it loose and would rather cut it shorter, but she keeps it long to please her family.
{Skin tone} Before had a nice tan to her skin, now living in Paris there is a fade of the sunny glow.
{Imperfections} A small scar above her left eyebrow. When she was younger, while working at the farm, she used to play around the hay stacks. She used to jump into the perfectly ordered stacks from high above the barn. One day, unknown to her, she jumped and banged her head on a wooden barn frame cutting open her eyebrow.
{General Dressing style} Rozene wears her mother's hand-me-downs. Often too large for her lean figure, and to her mother's dismay, she hooks up the skirt too allow greater mobility. Back in the countryside, she usually went barefoot, now she wears her invaluable brown leather boots (her parents brought the boots for her 15th birthday, the most expensive thing they have ever purchased). She likes to wear blue, or dark green as it is a memory of the countryside she grew up in.
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[Fears/Phobias] thunder, disease, heights
[Likes] not being in her small house in the slums of Paris, jokes, adventures
[Dislikes] being locked indoors, her mother and father’s unhappiness, teasing, show offs (even though she can be one herself)
[Personality] On the outside, she carries herself with confidence and fierceness. This is in order to prove to her father that she is just as strong as any boy and gets the same amount of respect a man gets. She has earned herself a reputation to be quite quick and fouled tongued. However, this is a disguise to show her soft nature. In reality and in private she is humble and respectful to everyone. Her mother often chastise her when she becomes stubborn and proud, reminding her to never treat anyone that way or else she will end up like her father. Her mother always tells her that with love, you will also get respect and strength from others.
||♔|| Historic Overview ||♚||
[Early Life] Prior to Rozene’s birth, her parents were an untraditional marriage. His mother was the personal seamstress for an upper class family, and his father was from a long line of farmers. Their marriage caused a lot of public prejudice, however they moved on with the power of love and admiration for one another. Rozene’s mother’s family disowned her and forbade her to return back. Many thought that Martine’s married Samuel because she was pregnant with Rozene. But the idea of marriage between both was thought a long time before Martine’s pregnancy. She was brought into a world of love and affection by both her parents, who always wanted more for their daughter.
[Childhood] Her mother barely survived Rozene’s homebirth. Maria tried to get pregnant again, because Rozene’s father wanted a son to survive the LaRue name, however all were stillbirths or miscarriages. Although this brought him a great deal of sadness, he loved Martine and Rozene more than a lousy name. As soon as Rozene could start walking, her parents (in order to meet with taxes and other expenses of raising a child), she began to work at the farm beginning with chores that were easy for her such tending the horses or watering the crops. Unlike the rest of the children in the town, her family couldn’t afford school, causing her to miss out on growing up with other children her age. Her mother, who learned how to read and write from her old job as seamstress, was able to teach Rozene the basics, such as writing her name, farm animals and crops that grew in the farm.
[Adolescence] When Rozene was 17, her family realised that the future seemed bleak in the countryside. They were unable to meet with the high land tax, they had survived from poor harvests and a majority of their animals had to be sold in order to buy feed for the rest. As such, Samuel decided that they move to the big city, Paris, where a new, better life awaited them. Much to their dismay, they found themselves struggling to find solid jobs. Rozene’s mother is working in a factory and laundry work, and her father found a job as a labourer. Rozene, herself, struggles to find a job due to her quick tongue. She was recently dismissed from a domestic servant position due to talking back to the head Housekeeper.
[Family]
{Mother} Martine Rebeca LaRue
{Father} Samuel Didier LaRue
{Siblings (If any)} all died from disease or miscarriages.
[Friends] new to Paris, looking
[Enemies] none currently
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||| Name ||||[Full name] Mathis Zacharie Langdon
{First Name} Mathis
{Middle Name} Zacharie
{Last Name} Langdon
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[Age] 21
[Gender] Male
[Relationship Status] Currently single
Birth Details
{Date of Birth} September 11
{Place of Birth} Homebirth in family’s farm in Averyron
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[Appearance]
[Details]
{Eyes} light blue
{Hair Colour} ashy/brown blond
{Hairstyle} cutting his hair himself, he usually cuts it in an angular fashion. When he realises his, out of frustration, he stops, leaving his hair short at the back and mess, unkept in the front.
{Skin tone} tanned
{Imperfections} Missing a left hand.
{General Dressing style} Mathis owns two pairs of pants and shirts. He owns a single pair of wore through thick cloth boots. His boots are black and usually wears clothes of red or brown, with small variations of dark green, oranges, and grays.
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[Fears/Phobias] loud machine noises, being dominated, forced to work in the countryside
[Likes] the night, observing, showing off, protecting his family and friends, pistol duels, fighting
[Dislikes] flirting, the countryside, poverty, being ordered around
[Personality] Mathis is a very sheltered person. He doesn't open up to anyone unless they give her a reason for her to trust them. He enjoys to keep a small circle of people to who he can trust. When he is around that circle, can be quite reckless and carefree. But deep down he’s always been ambitious. Growing up in relative poverty, he’s always yearned for a comfortable life, one where he and his brothers live 'the easy life'. Mathis stand up for others and what he believes in (although he calls it being argumentative). He’s determined and strong, and will do the right thing, though it might take him a while. He’s decisive and doesn’t hesitate before deciding, making his behavior somewhat reckless. He gets angry quickly and doesn’t take to insults well – he’s a bit temperamental, but doesn't think that he is.
||♔|| Historic Overview ||♚||
[Early Life] Prior to Mathis birth, his parents suffered from a long history of disease and bad luck. His father, inherited an unhealthy, unproductive farm which only had few successful harvests. His mother having already given birth to Mathis’ older brothers, suffered from the farm’s food storages, unable to properly regain her strength after each birth. Mathis’ father always admired his mother due to her tenacity after every birth, she’d be out cultivating for the harvest the next day. Nonetheless, this determination stopped after Mathis birth. His mother, losing a lot of blood from the birth, died in the matrimonial bed. Mathis’ brothers’ hated him from that day, the memory of their strong, joyful mother was reduced to a skinny bloody corpse. His father viewed Mathis as another son, another worker that could help in the field.
[Childhood] Mathis was brought up different from his brothers. His father, viewed him as a reincarnation of his mother, and strived to protect him from the dangers of the farm and world of disease. As such, he often had to stay home or snuck into the village school to learn about other topics than farming. One day, at the age of ten, his brothers were having a break from cultivating wheat and went to the village to flirt with some girls. They caught him looking in the village school, learning about forming sentences and reading short stories. In an act of cruelty, they lured him to the field where they worked, handing him a sickle to reap the wheat. Mathis, unknowingly, went along with his brothers’ instructions, until the loud noise of the church bell rung suddenly. In fear, Mathis lost concentration, and lost his hand. The sickle sliced through the bone. His brothers’ ran in fear and left in him the fields. Mathis, afraid, stayed there until it was dark where his father found him shaking and crying in pain.
[Adolescence] His father, since losing his hand, has tried to keep Mathis in the house, or to run errands in the town. Never letting him work in the fields again. His brothers’ continue to work there, their only punishment for their cruel joke was three weeks of belt lashes. During an errand run to town, he met Rozene, who was arguing with a store clerk for not giving her the adequate amount of money for grains she had given him. Mathis got to know her and they grew close, like siblings. He realised that there was true kindness in the world. The moment he always will remember and treasure was when Rozene, as a prank, put poison oak in his brothers’ tools. They got home with rashes and sores that lasted for almost two months. He often overprotects her when she attempts to do an adventure in the fields or in the town, causing him to seem cruel and cold. But in reality, he wants to make sure she doesn’t get taken advantage of. When he found out that Rozene and her family left for the city, he grew quiet and upset at the control aristocrats had over farm lands and peasants. He found confidence and decided to leave Averyron to Paris, to join with Rozene and sign up to support the rebels in order to relieve the food shortages his family suffered and the land pressure many faced.
[Family]
{Mother} Mathilda Couturier Langdon (deceased)
{Father} François Gallois Langdon
{Siblings (If any)} six older brothers who still reside in Averyron.
[Friends] Rozene (best friend), new to Paris, looking
[Enemies] to be rp’d
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~Alicia Parris~
Alicia was always a good-looking woman, but at forty, the stress of her life has caught up, resulting in the daily-multiplying wrinkles. She is rather short, with a matronly figure and seamstress’ hands.
Personality:
Once a bustling, happy young mother, Alicia has been forced into the worries of her fellow Parisians. She is consumed by worries for her husband and sons, as well as for the dawning future and the dwindling business she now runs alone. Though she still finds rare moments to laugh, most days tend to hum by in the web of stress created by a split family and a dying trade.
History:
Alicia was born into a family of cobblers, but married young to her husband, a tailor. Together they started a bustling business, the happiness of which was marred by their seeming inability to have children. They eventually had two sons five years apart, however, as well as other children who died in infancy.
After her husband attempted his grand heist and failed, the business began failing with him. For the last twelve years her life has disintegrated as her husband again and again failed to make parole on trifling points she knows he could overcome if he really wished to come home. Disillusioned by the once-bright world of the busy craftsman, she now lives entirely for her sons.
Family:
Paul Parris, husband
Deniel Parris, son, 18
Eadgard Parris, son, 13
[Full name] François Javert
{First Name} François
{Middle Name} N/a
{Last Name} Javert
(view spoiler)[[Although Victor Hugo did not give Javert a first name, I decided to make him one. (hide spoiler)]
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[Age] 40
[Gender] Male
[Sexuality] Straight
[Relationship Status] Single
[Rank] Inspector
Birth Details
{Date of Birth} 12th November
{Time of Birth} 4 a.m
{Place of Birth} A prison cell
||♔|| Physical Appearance ||♚||
[Appearance](Real people please!)
"I AM THE LAW"
[Details]
{Eyes} Green
{Hair Colour} Grey
{Hairstyle} Trimmed
{Skin tone} Light
{Imperfections} Scars from fights
{General Dressing style} Posh, formal, suit uniform
||♔|| Personality Traits ||♚||
[Fears/Phobias]
- To fail a mission
- Killing children
- Fail his duty to the Lord
[Likes]
+ His job
+ Dominance
+ Power
+ Freedom of will
[Dislikes]
- Prisoners
- 'street scum'
- Ignorance
[Personality]
"Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him.
Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things which may become hideous when wrongly directed; but which, even when hideous, remain grand: their majesty, the majesty peculiar to the human conscience, clings to them in the midst of horror; they are virtues which have one vice, – error. The honest, pitiless joy of a fanatic in the full flood of his atrocity preserves a certain lugubriously venerable radiance. Without himself suspecting the fact, Javert in his formidable happiness was to be pitied, as is every ignorant man who triumphs. Nothing could be so poignant and so terrible as this face, wherein was displayed all that may be designated as the evil of the good." - Victor Hugo
Javert also has a soft spot for children.
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[Early Life]
Javert was born in a prison around 1780, his mother a fortune-teller and his father a convict serving on a galley. The narrator explains that "he thought that he was outside the pale of society" and had a "hatred for the race of bohemians whence he was sprung." Feeling condemned to stand outside normal society either as a criminal or a policeman, he chose to enforce the law and proved successful in that career. As an assistant guard in the Bagne of Toulon, he saw Jean Valjean often and noted his extraordinary strength and his way of walking.
[Childhood]
He grew up as an outcast from his family, and didn't like their ways. He was taken out of prison when they decided he was old enough to fend for himself. He never saw his parents again.
[Adolescence](Only if needed)
He became a man of the law whilst in his late teens, and greatly desired the want for dominance over others, as well as power. Later on, he adopted his famous quote- "Je suis la loi", which, translated, means "I am the law."
[Adulthood](Only if needed)
He continues his career as inspector, also becoming asurveillor of the slaves that work in paris to harbour the king's enormous war-vessels and ships.
[Family]
{Mother} Fortune-teller, (deceased)
{Father} Convict (deceased)
{Siblings (If any)} None
[Friends]
+ People of the law
+ Soldiers
[Enemies]
- Jean Valjean
- The poor
- Rebels
Who is this man?
What sort of devil is he
To have me caught in a trap
And choose to let me go free?
It was his hour at last
To put a seal on my fate
Wipe out the past
And wash me clean off the slate!
All it would take
Was a flick of his knife.
Vengeance was his
And he gave me back my life!
Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief!
Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase.
I am the Law and the Law is not mocked
I'll spit his pity right back in his face
There is nothing on earth that we share
It is either Valjean or Javert!
And my thoughts fly apart
Can this man be believed?
Shall his sins be forgiven?
Shall his crimes be reprieved?
And must I now begin to doubt,
Who never doubted all these years?
My heart is stone and still it trembles
The world I have known is lost in shadow.
Is he from heaven or from hell?
And does he know
That granting me my life today
This man has killed me even so?
I am reaching, but I fall
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean.
There is nowhere I can turn
There is no way to go on!