Post by NINA TENARDÍZ on Jan 21, 2011 14:15:45 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Izzi/Jill and this is my second character. Something you should know about me is I lick people.
Canon: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Custom Title: The Honorable Inspector
PHYSICAL
Age: 43
Gender: male
Appearance: Javert’s appearance could easily be described as feral; he has a long but broad nose, large ears, thin lips, and prominent nasolabial folds. He usually has thick sideburns, which just adds to his animalistic appearance, but he sometimes shaves them. They grow rather quickly, though, so they’re back within a week at most. He has bags under his eyes most of the time, even if he gets enough sleep; his teeth are straight and white, though he doesn’t show them, and he has a deep frown line between his brows. He always seems to be observing something, whether it’s a person or the morning paper—his eye is set like a hawk’s. In public, he seems very withdrawn; hands in his pockets, chin tucked into the collar of his coat, hair partially in his eyes…but he is on call 24/7, and if he sees someone misbehaving, he can spring into action any second. When he laughs, which is rare, it’s rather scary—his lips pull back over his teeth and gums like a dog growling, and it comes out as more of a bark than a laugh. He often smiles, but he never laughs. He is definitely not white, but his race is indefinable; he has tan skin and dark brown hair, but it gives no clue as to what he’s a mix of.
Height: 6’3”, or thereabouts. He looks quite a bit taller when standing next to his partner, Detective Athos.
Body: He's certainly not slender, but he is properly built for his job; a good word to describe his body type would be stalky.
Other distinguishing features: A lot of body hair, especially on his arms…and really large hands.
Wardrobe: Javert is his uniform; when he’s on duty (as in, in uniform—he’s always on duty) his uniform is clean of all dirt, very straight and in order; only people who know him very well can tell when he’s in an emotional crisis, and the tell-tale sign is when his uniform is even a little askew. When he’s not wearing his uniform, he dresses just like a regular guy; jeans or something else, depending on the situation; wears regular shirts, but never with short sleeves. He often wears sunglasses.[/ul]
Play By: Philip Quast
PERSONALITY
General personality: If you know who Javert is, the first thing you think of is his obsession for law and order. He believes that all humans have the choice to either be righteous and law-abiding, or be a low-down criminal; for Javert, there is no gray area. If you murder someone, you are a murderer and thus should get no more and no less than what the punishment is. There is no ‘self-defense’, he has no mercy, no pity for those who overstep the boundaries even once. It doesn’t matter to him if you’re stealing to feed your family; you’re a thief. He’s often described as ruthless. His obsession is more over the law than over the criminals themselves. (CoughcoughValjeancough) If someone gets away from him, then he’ll be extremely disappointed in himself, but he won’t chase after them. He refuses to believe that his view of the law is flawed, as Law is the only thing that keeps him going.
To quote Victor Hugo: “The peasants are convinced that in every litter of wolves there is one pup who is killed by the mother because otherwise it would grow up and devour all the other pups. Give that male wolf puppy a human face, and you have Javert.”
This description is based mostly on his view of society; he wasn’t born to be involved in it and, as he’s observed, there are two kinds of men that sit outside of society like he does: those who attack it and those who protect it. He had to go one of two ways and, being disgusted with his beginnings and his family, he decided to go down the path of Law. His work also serves as his religion; he would identify as an Atheist if he gave a damn, which he doesn't.
He’s composed mainly of two ideas that are good in their pure form, but he is so zealous that he actually makes them bad; whole respect for authority and hatred of revolt. He views murder, theft, and all other crimes as just different forms of revolt. As mentioned before, there is no gray area for him; he believes that true figures of authority are always good and those who stray are always bad people, irredeemable. He is literally disgusted by anyone who has broken the law before. Ever. And that includes people in high places, of course! He believes that no one is out of the reach of the law. But if their authority is righteous, he’ll stand by them. Even if his own mother had broken the law—his own daughter, even, if he had one—then he would send them away without remorse or sympathy. Not even for himself—if he falsely accuses someone of something, he will quietly asked to be resigned—of course, he’s been declined each time that happens. If he catches a gang, but one of them gets away, other people might call the capture a success, but to him it would be a complete failure just because that one got away; he might have had the answers they were looking for, if he was so important to smuggle away.
And yet, while being so brutal, Javert is actually quite an entertaining person to be around. He is sarcastic, quite quick-witted, and cynical. And even though he seems THAT ruthless, he’s actually quite laid back…only intense when it comes to his work. As an observer, he usually doesn’t start a conversation with you unless you start it, and even then he’s quite withdrawn. Only people he’s known for quite some time can actually get a long conversation out of him, but most of the time he’s brusque. Even though he seems so curt, he actually does enjoy having fun, in his own way. He has a slightly twisted idea of fun. For example, he talks more casually and amiably with people he’s arresting than non-criminals. It leads back to that “outside of society” thing; men who attack it and men who guard it, so it’s easier to talk casually to a criminal or another cop than a member of society. That, and he likes taunting them.
Javert sort of has no human vices (romance, greed, etc) but when he’s pleased with himself, he’ll allow himself a cigarette. He doesn’t smoke them often because of the smell, and doesn’t seem to exhibit any clue that he’s addicted. Some people might call him OCD, but he’s not diagnosed.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: He doesn’t have a “thing he says” but he does snort a lot.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Javert is bold and witty, always righteous, doesn’t let obstacles get in his way of catching even a petty thief; determined, strong-willed, stands by his beliefs.
Weaknesses: Has a hatred toward law breakers with no mercy, has a twisted view of justice, makes his good principals bad by being too over-zealous; he also get suspicious very easily, by something as simple as someone “being too happy”. He blindly follows the law with no mercy and cannot see that his system is hopelessly flawed. It’s his life, how can he? If he did, he’d crumble.
BACKGROUND
Family: Javert was never close with his family; he was practically raised inside a jail, since his father was doing time almost continually. He was raised in New Orleans, living primarily with his grandmother and his mother, since his father was doing time, as I mentioned. His mother was a fortune teller, barely keeping the small family in a home on her low income. At a young age, Javert had had to go out and work himself. Not once was he tempted to steal, even though his mother encouraged it; he felt a strange detachment from the rest of his family. His family was thieves (his grandmother being an exception) but he felt in him a sense of rigidity, steadiness, and honesty…all clouded by the inexpressible hatred that he felt toward the sort of people he lived with and around.
The only person in his family he was relatively friendly with was his grandmother, who was very Cajun, and barely spoke any English to him (not that she didn’t know it, just didn’t want to speak it to him). Thus, he had to learn Cajun French. Traces of it are still in his accent today.
Education: His studies were road-blocked a bit by his situation, but he persisted and managed to finish public high school. His grandmother passed away and, much to his dismay, his mother sold all of her things. He needed the money for college, but refused to use it, as he saw that as stealing. Through help that you’ll read about later, he attended college and now has his Bachelors.
Besides school--he hates to read, but in his little spare time, he does anyway. It’s obvious from the way he talks that he’s not illiterate like his the rest of his family was.
Occupation: Well, if you couldn’t tell, he’s a Police Detective. After long, hard work at the police academy in NYC and awhile more of persistence, he became a PD at 40. He’s one of their finest.
Worst past experience: He doesn’t dwell on the past, but probably his whole childhood experience was less-than stellar…I think when he realized that he was stuck with the disgusting kind of people he belonged to (as in thieves, not Cajuns!) would be his worse experience. He hated his own kind.
Best past experience: When he was promoted to PD. Having worked hard for years, he was glad to finally be moved up, especially as he felt the people that were above him previously were greatly lacking in righteousness. He had not been happy in his previous positions, making him harsher. Now he’s a lot more laid back, simply because he’s happier over-all. Still just as merciless, of course.
Image: Javert is the worst nightmare of that whole class of people he hates, more specifically the homeless, who steal because they must and need pity. At the mere mention of his name, they scatter; he petrifies them. For example, if he’s arresting more than two people, he can easily get most of them to surrender to him just with threats. He seems to almost…predict the future. “Don’t shoot, you’ll miss.” Though his beginnings weren't too glamorous, he doesn't make a secret out of them, and he actually sometimes jokes about inheriting his mother's fortune-telling talent.
To normal people who have never really encountered him, they see him as just a really terse cop and nothing more.
To those who know him, he seems like an over-zealous, but mostly upright, honorable man. Most don’t understand why he is the way he is, that being merciless and evidently no fun. But close friends (of which he has, like, one) know that he’s not all Boring-as-dried-poo Lawbot.
History: Javert was born and “raised” in New Orleans, where his parents (Cecilia and Antione Javert) had finally found a city that would support them on little-to-no education and their strange talents. His mother was advertised as a “gypsy fortune seer” despite the fact that she was clearly of Spanish decent. His father (Cajun like his grandmother) also ran a “ghostly tours” type business, as that sort of thing is extremely popular in New Orleans. His father was in jail most of the time, so making money from that business was rare and spent quickly. His father’s mother lived with them and he picked up the Cajun-French dialect from her (along with the people in his neighborhood).
He attended a nearby public school, where he was absorbed in his studies and not much else. It served as something to get him away from home for awhile. In this last year of high school, when he was 18, he started to study law extensively. He decided that, unlike his parents, he would choose to go down the path of protecting society as opposed to attacking it; he’d always felt there was a straight, up-right, honest air about himself. Javert, not wanting to spend much time at home, would go around and loiter at the courthouse or near the police station. Henri de la Fère, a wealthy lawyer in the area, noticed and asked about it; Javert, of course, told him that he was observing since he was going to be an officer once he graduated. Henri offered to help him study law on the side until he graduated, and Javert accepted.
For the next year, Javert would study law with Henri as his instructor, and he came to highly respect Henri. Javert, of course, felt extremely honored and like he had a debt to pay, so he agreed to look after Henri’s daughter, Olivia Athos (then six), when Henri and his wife were away. Javert, not being the best with kids, basically treated Olivia like she was a grownup, just small; he had rather complicated conversations with her about law…they also played chess frequently. He and Olivia became more or less friends (as friend-like as Javert can get), and Javert was her role model.
He then graduated. When his grandmother passed away, Javert, disgusted with his mother, decided that it was time to get to college, but he had no money. Henri was happy to assist him, telling him that he could repay him eventually. Javert then moved from New Orleans, into a university in New York. He finished with his Bachelors in Criminal Science, and then moved on to the police academy. He started to work on repaying his old mentor. When Javert was 24, his mother died, but he didn’t know until five years later—shows how much attention he pays to her. A year after he found that his mother died, he heard that Henri died by a letter from Olivia. He also learned, in this letter, that Olivia was planning on becoming a police officer as well.
The years passed more or less uneventfully When Javert was 35, he was alerted that his old friend Olivia Athos was in town and currently in the Academy. Javert did not and still does not have any clue that Athos’ husband is in jail or even that she was married. Five years later, Javert was promoted to Police Detective, and was joined by Athos in another three years. They were partnered up again.
Over the past couple years, a gang that calls themselves Patron-Minette has troubled the place that is considered Javert’s territory (and is actually called that by many criminals, as he’s so widely known for his mercilessness). He’s arrested them so much that he knows them all by name, including the girls in the gang, Éponine and Azelma. The leader of the gang, Claude, is extremely irritated by Javert, while the rest of the members are rather scared of him. Javert is thoroughly amused by Claude’s irritation and their fear.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Pretty calm for a supposed crime boss. Too calm.
Yet Javert still shivered there in the car, the binoculars growing heavy in his hands as he focused on the front door of the house across the street. So far, the family hadn't noticed him there in the dark green undercover he'd been allowed, but then again, there wasn't much to notice. He was the only person on this stakeout now--the two others had quit and gone home. Cowards. This had to be their guy...and, still, the Captain hadn't granted him any official equipment besides the vehicle. Javert sometimes wondered if he was the only sane person on the planet. Were they all blind?
He grumbled under his breath and sat back, finally putting down the binoculars. The only thing keeping him relatively warm was the unopened carton of lo mein between his legs, but he didn't dare focus his attention on eating lest he miss something coming from the house. It wasn't possible that he was wrong about this guy. It couldn't be! All the pieces fit together, it was only logical. This was their man. You would think that the Captain would listen to one of his best detectives.
Javert turned back to the house, leaning on the dashboard and propping up the binoculars again. Even if he did get him, he wouldn't be able to arrest the family alone--and they probably all had something to tell him, including the children. But, no, he had connections to the Mayor, so he must be one-hundred-percent clean. As if that had anything to do with it! This case had been the first real inconvenience since he had been promoted to detective...well, that and the Leather Apron.
He frowned, deeply in thought, as his thoughts slipped away from his binoculars for the first time that night. Two prostitutes so far, found on the street, butchered. He'd dug deeper into it and found cases very similar, particularly in D.C., where it had almost become an epidemic. He snorted; you would think that the department down there would be more trained for this sort of thing. Javert had even gone so far as to set up a map in his office, putting little pegs where the murderer had evidently struck throughout the country. The pegs formed a tear stretching from the northern tip of Vermont, through Maryland and then veering off through Ohio, with just a few random pegs in New Jersey and thereabouts. The detective had taken to calling it "The Gash", however distasteful he'd been told it was, and genuinely thought that it had some importance. The others didn't.
Suddenly, he was brought to attention by the front door of the house opening. He brought the binoculars to his eyes again, smirking triumphantly. He would catch him in the act of something, for sure.
The man walked out onto the porch without his coat on, his wife accompanying him. Javert watched as they cleared the snow off of a step and sat on it, chatting. He was a bit irritated--if only the woman would go away, he was bound to see something he hadn't before, but she never seemed to leave the man's side!
After a few more moments, they kissed and she stood up, going back inside. Through a window, the detective caught a glimpse of her helping one of their children water the Christmas tree, which they had left up. Javert snorted again, looking back at the man sitting on the porch.
He was...he was crying.
Intensely confused, Javert lowered his binoculars a moment. Why would someone like him be sitting out in the snow, head in his hands, crying? He couldn't be feeling remorse for his actions, or else he'd stop them.
Irritated, the detective let his binoculars fall into the passengers' seat. Realizing this night had been the proverbial turnip of stakeouts, he gunned the engine, still watching the man, as if to say "We're onto you." He drove away in the other direction, not bothering to look back and see if the man had noticed. He had; that much Javert knew.
Now... it was only a matter of making that message--"We're onto you."--true.
Philippe Javert
Middle Class
Middle Class
Canon: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Custom Title: The Honorable Inspector
PHYSICAL
Age: 43
Gender: male
Appearance: Javert’s appearance could easily be described as feral; he has a long but broad nose, large ears, thin lips, and prominent nasolabial folds. He usually has thick sideburns, which just adds to his animalistic appearance, but he sometimes shaves them. They grow rather quickly, though, so they’re back within a week at most. He has bags under his eyes most of the time, even if he gets enough sleep; his teeth are straight and white, though he doesn’t show them, and he has a deep frown line between his brows. He always seems to be observing something, whether it’s a person or the morning paper—his eye is set like a hawk’s. In public, he seems very withdrawn; hands in his pockets, chin tucked into the collar of his coat, hair partially in his eyes…but he is on call 24/7, and if he sees someone misbehaving, he can spring into action any second. When he laughs, which is rare, it’s rather scary—his lips pull back over his teeth and gums like a dog growling, and it comes out as more of a bark than a laugh. He often smiles, but he never laughs. He is definitely not white, but his race is indefinable; he has tan skin and dark brown hair, but it gives no clue as to what he’s a mix of.
Height: 6’3”, or thereabouts. He looks quite a bit taller when standing next to his partner, Detective Athos.
Body: He's certainly not slender, but he is properly built for his job; a good word to describe his body type would be stalky.
Other distinguishing features: A lot of body hair, especially on his arms…and really large hands.
Wardrobe: Javert is his uniform; when he’s on duty (as in, in uniform—he’s always on duty) his uniform is clean of all dirt, very straight and in order; only people who know him very well can tell when he’s in an emotional crisis, and the tell-tale sign is when his uniform is even a little askew. When he’s not wearing his uniform, he dresses just like a regular guy; jeans or something else, depending on the situation; wears regular shirts, but never with short sleeves. He often wears sunglasses.[/ul]
Play By: Philip Quast
PERSONALITY
General personality: If you know who Javert is, the first thing you think of is his obsession for law and order. He believes that all humans have the choice to either be righteous and law-abiding, or be a low-down criminal; for Javert, there is no gray area. If you murder someone, you are a murderer and thus should get no more and no less than what the punishment is. There is no ‘self-defense’, he has no mercy, no pity for those who overstep the boundaries even once. It doesn’t matter to him if you’re stealing to feed your family; you’re a thief. He’s often described as ruthless. His obsession is more over the law than over the criminals themselves. (CoughcoughValjeancough) If someone gets away from him, then he’ll be extremely disappointed in himself, but he won’t chase after them. He refuses to believe that his view of the law is flawed, as Law is the only thing that keeps him going.
To quote Victor Hugo: “The peasants are convinced that in every litter of wolves there is one pup who is killed by the mother because otherwise it would grow up and devour all the other pups. Give that male wolf puppy a human face, and you have Javert.”
This description is based mostly on his view of society; he wasn’t born to be involved in it and, as he’s observed, there are two kinds of men that sit outside of society like he does: those who attack it and those who protect it. He had to go one of two ways and, being disgusted with his beginnings and his family, he decided to go down the path of Law. His work also serves as his religion; he would identify as an Atheist if he gave a damn, which he doesn't.
He’s composed mainly of two ideas that are good in their pure form, but he is so zealous that he actually makes them bad; whole respect for authority and hatred of revolt. He views murder, theft, and all other crimes as just different forms of revolt. As mentioned before, there is no gray area for him; he believes that true figures of authority are always good and those who stray are always bad people, irredeemable. He is literally disgusted by anyone who has broken the law before. Ever. And that includes people in high places, of course! He believes that no one is out of the reach of the law. But if their authority is righteous, he’ll stand by them. Even if his own mother had broken the law—his own daughter, even, if he had one—then he would send them away without remorse or sympathy. Not even for himself—if he falsely accuses someone of something, he will quietly asked to be resigned—of course, he’s been declined each time that happens. If he catches a gang, but one of them gets away, other people might call the capture a success, but to him it would be a complete failure just because that one got away; he might have had the answers they were looking for, if he was so important to smuggle away.
And yet, while being so brutal, Javert is actually quite an entertaining person to be around. He is sarcastic, quite quick-witted, and cynical. And even though he seems THAT ruthless, he’s actually quite laid back…only intense when it comes to his work. As an observer, he usually doesn’t start a conversation with you unless you start it, and even then he’s quite withdrawn. Only people he’s known for quite some time can actually get a long conversation out of him, but most of the time he’s brusque. Even though he seems so curt, he actually does enjoy having fun, in his own way. He has a slightly twisted idea of fun. For example, he talks more casually and amiably with people he’s arresting than non-criminals. It leads back to that “outside of society” thing; men who attack it and men who guard it, so it’s easier to talk casually to a criminal or another cop than a member of society. That, and he likes taunting them.
Javert sort of has no human vices (romance, greed, etc) but when he’s pleased with himself, he’ll allow himself a cigarette. He doesn’t smoke them often because of the smell, and doesn’t seem to exhibit any clue that he’s addicted. Some people might call him OCD, but he’s not diagnosed.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: He doesn’t have a “thing he says” but he does snort a lot.
Likes:
- Law and order in society.
- people-watching
- cigarettes
- excitement; anything ranging from a car-chase to a brawl in the street.
- The feeling of success when detaining a criminal
- writing police reports, which he does frequently.
Dislikes:
- Anyone who breaks the law in any way.
- Reading and books in general
- corrupt people in places of authority
- cowardly people, especially cowardly officers
- listing what he likes, probably!
- When someone is disrespectful to a figure of authority in his presence.
Strengths: Javert is bold and witty, always righteous, doesn’t let obstacles get in his way of catching even a petty thief; determined, strong-willed, stands by his beliefs.
Weaknesses: Has a hatred toward law breakers with no mercy, has a twisted view of justice, makes his good principals bad by being too over-zealous; he also get suspicious very easily, by something as simple as someone “being too happy”. He blindly follows the law with no mercy and cannot see that his system is hopelessly flawed. It’s his life, how can he? If he did, he’d crumble.
BACKGROUND
Family: Javert was never close with his family; he was practically raised inside a jail, since his father was doing time almost continually. He was raised in New Orleans, living primarily with his grandmother and his mother, since his father was doing time, as I mentioned. His mother was a fortune teller, barely keeping the small family in a home on her low income. At a young age, Javert had had to go out and work himself. Not once was he tempted to steal, even though his mother encouraged it; he felt a strange detachment from the rest of his family. His family was thieves (his grandmother being an exception) but he felt in him a sense of rigidity, steadiness, and honesty…all clouded by the inexpressible hatred that he felt toward the sort of people he lived with and around.
The only person in his family he was relatively friendly with was his grandmother, who was very Cajun, and barely spoke any English to him (not that she didn’t know it, just didn’t want to speak it to him). Thus, he had to learn Cajun French. Traces of it are still in his accent today.
Education: His studies were road-blocked a bit by his situation, but he persisted and managed to finish public high school. His grandmother passed away and, much to his dismay, his mother sold all of her things. He needed the money for college, but refused to use it, as he saw that as stealing. Through help that you’ll read about later, he attended college and now has his Bachelors.
Besides school--he hates to read, but in his little spare time, he does anyway. It’s obvious from the way he talks that he’s not illiterate like his the rest of his family was.
Occupation: Well, if you couldn’t tell, he’s a Police Detective. After long, hard work at the police academy in NYC and awhile more of persistence, he became a PD at 40. He’s one of their finest.
Worst past experience: He doesn’t dwell on the past, but probably his whole childhood experience was less-than stellar…I think when he realized that he was stuck with the disgusting kind of people he belonged to (as in thieves, not Cajuns!) would be his worse experience. He hated his own kind.
Best past experience: When he was promoted to PD. Having worked hard for years, he was glad to finally be moved up, especially as he felt the people that were above him previously were greatly lacking in righteousness. He had not been happy in his previous positions, making him harsher. Now he’s a lot more laid back, simply because he’s happier over-all. Still just as merciless, of course.
Image: Javert is the worst nightmare of that whole class of people he hates, more specifically the homeless, who steal because they must and need pity. At the mere mention of his name, they scatter; he petrifies them. For example, if he’s arresting more than two people, he can easily get most of them to surrender to him just with threats. He seems to almost…predict the future. “Don’t shoot, you’ll miss.” Though his beginnings weren't too glamorous, he doesn't make a secret out of them, and he actually sometimes jokes about inheriting his mother's fortune-telling talent.
To normal people who have never really encountered him, they see him as just a really terse cop and nothing more.
To those who know him, he seems like an over-zealous, but mostly upright, honorable man. Most don’t understand why he is the way he is, that being merciless and evidently no fun. But close friends (of which he has, like, one) know that he’s not all Boring-as-dried-poo Lawbot.
History: Javert was born and “raised” in New Orleans, where his parents (Cecilia and Antione Javert) had finally found a city that would support them on little-to-no education and their strange talents. His mother was advertised as a “gypsy fortune seer” despite the fact that she was clearly of Spanish decent. His father (Cajun like his grandmother) also ran a “ghostly tours” type business, as that sort of thing is extremely popular in New Orleans. His father was in jail most of the time, so making money from that business was rare and spent quickly. His father’s mother lived with them and he picked up the Cajun-French dialect from her (along with the people in his neighborhood).
He attended a nearby public school, where he was absorbed in his studies and not much else. It served as something to get him away from home for awhile. In this last year of high school, when he was 18, he started to study law extensively. He decided that, unlike his parents, he would choose to go down the path of protecting society as opposed to attacking it; he’d always felt there was a straight, up-right, honest air about himself. Javert, not wanting to spend much time at home, would go around and loiter at the courthouse or near the police station. Henri de la Fère, a wealthy lawyer in the area, noticed and asked about it; Javert, of course, told him that he was observing since he was going to be an officer once he graduated. Henri offered to help him study law on the side until he graduated, and Javert accepted.
For the next year, Javert would study law with Henri as his instructor, and he came to highly respect Henri. Javert, of course, felt extremely honored and like he had a debt to pay, so he agreed to look after Henri’s daughter, Olivia Athos (then six), when Henri and his wife were away. Javert, not being the best with kids, basically treated Olivia like she was a grownup, just small; he had rather complicated conversations with her about law…they also played chess frequently. He and Olivia became more or less friends (as friend-like as Javert can get), and Javert was her role model.
He then graduated. When his grandmother passed away, Javert, disgusted with his mother, decided that it was time to get to college, but he had no money. Henri was happy to assist him, telling him that he could repay him eventually. Javert then moved from New Orleans, into a university in New York. He finished with his Bachelors in Criminal Science, and then moved on to the police academy. He started to work on repaying his old mentor. When Javert was 24, his mother died, but he didn’t know until five years later—shows how much attention he pays to her. A year after he found that his mother died, he heard that Henri died by a letter from Olivia. He also learned, in this letter, that Olivia was planning on becoming a police officer as well.
The years passed more or less uneventfully When Javert was 35, he was alerted that his old friend Olivia Athos was in town and currently in the Academy. Javert did not and still does not have any clue that Athos’ husband is in jail or even that she was married. Five years later, Javert was promoted to Police Detective, and was joined by Athos in another three years. They were partnered up again.
Over the past couple years, a gang that calls themselves Patron-Minette has troubled the place that is considered Javert’s territory (and is actually called that by many criminals, as he’s so widely known for his mercilessness). He’s arrested them so much that he knows them all by name, including the girls in the gang, Éponine and Azelma. The leader of the gang, Claude, is extremely irritated by Javert, while the rest of the members are rather scared of him. Javert is thoroughly amused by Claude’s irritation and their fear.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Pretty calm for a supposed crime boss. Too calm.
Yet Javert still shivered there in the car, the binoculars growing heavy in his hands as he focused on the front door of the house across the street. So far, the family hadn't noticed him there in the dark green undercover he'd been allowed, but then again, there wasn't much to notice. He was the only person on this stakeout now--the two others had quit and gone home. Cowards. This had to be their guy...and, still, the Captain hadn't granted him any official equipment besides the vehicle. Javert sometimes wondered if he was the only sane person on the planet. Were they all blind?
He grumbled under his breath and sat back, finally putting down the binoculars. The only thing keeping him relatively warm was the unopened carton of lo mein between his legs, but he didn't dare focus his attention on eating lest he miss something coming from the house. It wasn't possible that he was wrong about this guy. It couldn't be! All the pieces fit together, it was only logical. This was their man. You would think that the Captain would listen to one of his best detectives.
Javert turned back to the house, leaning on the dashboard and propping up the binoculars again. Even if he did get him, he wouldn't be able to arrest the family alone--and they probably all had something to tell him, including the children. But, no, he had connections to the Mayor, so he must be one-hundred-percent clean. As if that had anything to do with it! This case had been the first real inconvenience since he had been promoted to detective...well, that and the Leather Apron.
He frowned, deeply in thought, as his thoughts slipped away from his binoculars for the first time that night. Two prostitutes so far, found on the street, butchered. He'd dug deeper into it and found cases very similar, particularly in D.C., where it had almost become an epidemic. He snorted; you would think that the department down there would be more trained for this sort of thing. Javert had even gone so far as to set up a map in his office, putting little pegs where the murderer had evidently struck throughout the country. The pegs formed a tear stretching from the northern tip of Vermont, through Maryland and then veering off through Ohio, with just a few random pegs in New Jersey and thereabouts. The detective had taken to calling it "The Gash", however distasteful he'd been told it was, and genuinely thought that it had some importance. The others didn't.
Suddenly, he was brought to attention by the front door of the house opening. He brought the binoculars to his eyes again, smirking triumphantly. He would catch him in the act of something, for sure.
The man walked out onto the porch without his coat on, his wife accompanying him. Javert watched as they cleared the snow off of a step and sat on it, chatting. He was a bit irritated--if only the woman would go away, he was bound to see something he hadn't before, but she never seemed to leave the man's side!
After a few more moments, they kissed and she stood up, going back inside. Through a window, the detective caught a glimpse of her helping one of their children water the Christmas tree, which they had left up. Javert snorted again, looking back at the man sitting on the porch.
He was...he was crying.
Intensely confused, Javert lowered his binoculars a moment. Why would someone like him be sitting out in the snow, head in his hands, crying? He couldn't be feeling remorse for his actions, or else he'd stop them.
Irritated, the detective let his binoculars fall into the passengers' seat. Realizing this night had been the proverbial turnip of stakeouts, he gunned the engine, still watching the man, as if to say "We're onto you." He drove away in the other direction, not bothering to look back and see if the man had noticed. He had; that much Javert knew.
Now... it was only a matter of making that message--"We're onto you."--true.
