Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jun 27, 2012 16:11:52 GMT -5
NATHANAEL PAUL JAVERT
"I've a love more trustworthy than any woman out there"
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Player Name: Kristine
Years Roleplaying: 8
Gender: Je suis femme
Contact me: Go look at the other 5 apps, lazy! XD
Anything else?: OMG! I'M PLAYING A LEGIT DUDE OTHER THAN GUSTAVE-- WUT!?
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Basic Information
Age: 24 when he died
Canon or OC?: He's an OC Phantom/OC ghost. He was one of Hadders' shipmates -- his bunkmate before he became captain, to be precise.[/size]
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Appearance
Body type: Nathanael is a fairly tall man, quite muscular and a bit lanky. His tone muscle structure comes from years of being a sailor in the Marine Nationale, where he did much manual labour on deck and was required to be very fit. Though he is muscular, he is by no means bulky and instead is closer to a swimmer's physique.
Eye color: a deep blue-gray color like the sea at night
Wardrobe: Nathanael often dresses fairly simply, as most of his time when he was alive he was on a ship. A typical Victorian men's cotton shirt and navy or black trousers is the norm for him, with his navy issued uniform jacket. On occasion, he wears a holster for a sword if times are rough at sea. For footwear, he wears a pair of leather boots that are comfy and easy to move around in, as well as black socks for comfort and because back won't stain as easily with sweat.
General Appearance: Nathanael is a tall, thin, muscular man with a swimmer's physique. He has dark brown hair of a medium cut and a thin moustache and goatee and deep blue-gray eyes that are as dark as the sea at night. His skin is a bit swarthy from being out on deck often while he was at sea. He has a bit of a rugged, musty look about him from being on a ship for much of his time. He is lean and lanky and walks with a proud swagger, honored to serve his county in the National Navy.
That was before he died. As a ghost, he is oftentimes quite transparent and travels long distances as a smoky wisp. Even in his more opaque stronger form, he is often surrounded by smoke, as he died on a fiery ship. His once swarthy skin has grown quite pale with death and he has a permanent scar on the left side of his forehead where the bullet that killed him pierced his skull. He is often seen dressed in his naval uniform which he was wearing when he went into battle and died. It often seems that his hair is quite damp with the mist of the sea, and you can usually smell a cold salty air whenever he is about. On occasion, when he begins to lose energy, he will appear to begin bleeding from old wounds of battle, particularly from a cut on his right cheek (a cut which is otherwise not visible) and from the bullet hole on his forehead, and bleeds, falling weak until he disappears into a wisp of smoke.
Played By: Gaspard Ulliel
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Personality
Nathanael is a loyal countryman quite proud of it. One of his greatest qualities, as well as a quality he admires in others, is loyalty, to both one's country and to one's friends and family. His devotion to his country stems from the fact that his father was an Admiral in the Marine Nationale and died in service to his country, and that his mother (who is also a proud French citizen) bears the name Marianne, a name representing the French ideals and National motto of “Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité.”Being raised around such nationalistic pride all of his life, it sort of rubbed off on him.
When around his friends, particularly his shipmates, Nathanael is a very laid back kind of guy. He likes to joke around, tell old sea legends, and sing old sea shanties, although he is not exactly what one might call a “vocal virtuoso.” In fact, he can hardly carry a tune in a bucket when he sings, but that does not mean that he doesn't enjoy doing it anyway.
Nate tends to be fairly good when it comes to temperament, but the way you can really cause an explosion from him is to insult his country or by betraying the trust and loyalty of him or of one of his friends. Loyalty, Honestly, and commitment mean everything to him and he can be quite short with people when he feels that they are not upholding to this, whether that means infidelity (his main issue with women), disrespect for authority, or (in extreme cases) treason. If someone partakes in such things, he will have no tolerance for them.
Dreams and Goals: Nathanael's main dream is to serve the navy and eventually be promoted to an Admiral in the navy (like his father was) and to do his best to serve France.
Strengths:
[li]a good swimmer
[/li][li]fast runner
[/li][li]strong
[/li][li]compassionate
[/li][li]has excellent vision
[/li][li]is quite skilled with a sword
[/li][li]is secretly a talented bassoonist
Weaknesses:
[/li][li]has a weakness for the bottle (alcohol, particularly rum)
[/li][li]can be a bit hasty
[/li][li]has no idea how to talk to a woman
[/li][li]doesn't trust women
Fears:
[/li][li]his mother's death
[/li][li]being betrayed by a fellow shipmate
[/li][li]being deprived of rum
[/li][li]France falling to its enemies
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The Past
Thomas Antoine Javert (father, deceased),
Marianne François-Javert (mother),
Raoul Christophe de Chagny (bunkmate)
Eragon (family dog and his mother's nurse, pitbull)
History: Nathanael Paul Javert was born just outside the city of Nantes on the western coast of France to Thomas Antoine and Marianne Javert on the fourteenth of July, 1859 – Bastille Day. It was thought to be quite appropriate, considering his mother's name
Little Nathanael had a fairly normal childhood. His family was middle class and owned a small amount of land with a house near a stream just outside the city. When he was a little boy, he would often go swimming in the cool stream in the summers, and grew quite good at it. He also liked playing with the family dog, Eragon, who had been his nanny dog since he was about five. His father, being an admiral in the Marine Nationale, was often out at sea and away from little Nate and his mother Marianne.
Marianne explained to her young son that his father was gone so much because he was serving his country and making sure that France was safe for everybody. Nathanael thought this very brave of his father to spend his time serving his country and defending his countrymen.
Nathanael was eleven years old when the Franco-Prussian war broke out and France fell to the Commune for a brief period of time. It was during this war and the reign of the Commune that Thomas's ship went down, and he with it. Little Nathanael was devastated, but knew that his father had died an honorable death, protecting his country and his values.
Little Nathanael was always a very tall child for his age, and grew very fast, but he was always a little soft-spoken. His mother thought that a good way to get him over his shyness would be to put him into learning some sort of instrument, so when he was fifteen years old, she took him to an old musician by the name of Monsieur Dupont who was known in the city for being able to play any instrument, and though Marianne highly doubted that such was the case, she did think that he would be a good option to teach her son an instrument.
Quickly noticing the boy's size, Monsieur Dupont thought that the bassoon would be a good instrument for him, seeing as he was father tall and had large hands. It turned out that Nathanael was a natural with the instrument, but the idea of playing it embarrassed him a bit, so it wasn't something he shared with many people.
It was after about six months of playing that Nathanael was walking home from practice when he saw a striking girl with dark ebony hair and milky white skin, and he was instantly taken by her beauty. He went up to her and offered to escort her home – an offer which she accepted. Upon speaking with her, He learned that her name was Fleur. They chatted for a while and she told him that she would be very interested to hear his bassoon sometime.
Upon returning home from escorting Fleur, Nate had a huge smile on his face and his mother asked him what had happened. His mother was quite glad that her son was finally socializing and thought that it must be the bassoon was finally getting him to speak up and talk to other people.
That same night, Nate sneaked out of the house, his bassoon case in hand, following the route he remembered to get to Fleur's house. Upon arriving, she found an old stump to sit on and assembled his bassoon, And then, by the light of the moon, played a piece he had been working on – Nymphs and Shepherds – for her, not noticing the window closing mid song. She was the first girl other than his mother he'd ever really talked to, so he wasn't quite sure how to behave when he was around her..... nor did he consider the fact that neither she, not her parents, were likely to be very appreciative of bassoon playing outside their house at about 2 am.
The next time when Nathanael's was coming from his lesson with Monsieur Dupont, he saw Fleur again and smiled and went up to her asking if she enjoyed his playing, and the response he received was most unexpected. She shouted at him about how her father had been furious with her for having a strange boy outside their house in the middle of the night, keeping them up with his hideous racket and then took his case from him and shoved it in a mud puddle, screaming that she already had a young man of whom she was quite fond and never wanted to see him again. From that day on, Nate learned two things: don't play your bassoon outside when people are sleeping, and you couldn't trust a woman.
The moment that he turned sixteen years old, Nathanael wanted to enlist in the Marine Nationale like his father before him. His mother was wary of the idea, as she had already lost her husband at sea, but she was unable to stop the young man ad he signed up, joining the crew aboard the La Fayette. It was in his first few days out at sea that Nate was introduced to the drink he would soon come to love and to trust as if he were married to the thing – rum. He found that it was always constant in its pleasure, never turning its back on you and shoving your bassoon off into the mud (although he obviously didn't play bassoon aboard the ship; instead he took up the guitar).
Two years after he had joined the navy, Nathanael met a young man by the name of Raoul Christophe de Chagny, who was his new bunkmate, and the two became fast friends. Nate was the one who introduced Raoul to rum aboard the ship, which led to a rather interesting experience where Raoul ended up singing drunken arias in front of the whole crew (earning him the nickname “Campanini” among those who heard) and swearing to never drink again after that moment.
A couple years passed and Nate received word that his mother had become quit ill and had lost use of her legs. Between voyages, he would come home and care for her, but otherwise left her in the capable hands (or rather, paws) of his old nurse dog, Eragon.
When his five years of service were up, Nathanael promptly reenlisted, but his friend Raoul chose not to. Nate had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the girl from his drunken aria, bur ol' Campanini wouldn't confirm anything with him – he still denied that he even sang at all!
About a year passed after Raoul (who had left with a rank of captain) had moved on when the La Fayette was attacked by pirates while on one of its voyages. Nate fought valiantly, but was shot in the head and killed. The La Fayette sunk to a watery grave and Nathanael Paul Javert with it.
After years and years of being carried around my the currents and the tides, his spirit finally drifted to the Manor where he now resides as one of its permanent ghastly residents.
RP Sample
It was a calm night out at sea aboard the La Fayette just off the coast of Corsica. Many of the sailors were enjoying themselves in various ways. There could be heard the occasional shantey or laughing and slapping on the back, or whisper of an old ghost tale, but most of the activity on that deck was inspired by one thing in particular, and that was a wonderfully trustworthy friend of any good sailor. That 'friend' was none other than rum.
One such sailor participating in the merriment provided so graciously by rum was none other than Nathanael Paul Javert, who swore up and down that he had more trust placed in that drink than he could ever place in any woman upon the earth.... other than his mother, that is. It was always true to him, there to celebrate, or comfort him when he was alone or upset... He couldn't say so much for women, though it didn't bother him too much. After all, rum was constant.
Nathanael walked alongside his shipmate Raoul on deck, bottle of rum in hand, taking a swig from time to time. “Raoul, my fellow, I'd like to introduce you to my one true love. Her name is demon water, but she's made of sugar and spiced just right. Though you probably know her as 'Rum.' Beauty, she is, and loyal to the end – you'll like her”
He offered the bottle to his companion, who seemed a bit wary of the thing, as if it was some sort of poison meant to kill him. “Oh come now! Trust me. Would I lie to you?” Nathanael raised his brow and looked to his bunkmate before offering him the bottle again which this time the other young man took and drank from.
It was a few swigs later that the two of them were laughing and reveling like two drunken chums in a bar.... Well, except for the bar part, that actually described them very well.
“...Plou gasso kelou da Voalen,
Colled ar flod, named unan?
Unan hanved ar Maout-guen
A salc'haz en avel d'an Dorchen.
Qui portera la nouvelle à Audierne,
Que la flotte est perdue excepté un navire
Un navire appelé le Mouton Balnc
Qui tint au vent de la Torche.”
Nathanael was laughing and singing an old Breton shanty drunkenly slurring between Breton and French in turns. His companion laughed and clapped.
“Well go on, mate,” Nathanael said to Raoul, helping him up onto a table “Go on and let it out!”
Nate stumbled back a bit after helping Raoul up to the table, laughing in a drunken ecstasy and listening as his friend began to sing.
“L'amour! Christine! Oui, son ardeur a troublé
tout mon être!
Mais quelle soudaine clarté
Resplendit à cette fenêtre!
C'est là que dans la nuit rayonne sa beauté, Christine!
Ah! lève-toi, soleil! Fais pâlir les étoiles,
Qui, dans l'azur sans voiles,
Brillent aux firmament.
Ah! lève-toi! parais! parais!
Astre pur et charmant!
Elle rêve! elle dénoue
Une boucle de cheveux
Qui vient caresse sa joue!
Christine!! Amour! Porte-lui mes vues!
Elle parle! Qu'elle est belle!
Ah! je n'ai rien entendu!
Mais ses yeux parlent pour elle,
Et mon coeur a répondu!
Ah! lève-toi, Christine! Fais pâlir les étoiles,
Qui, dans l'azur sans voiles,
Brillent aux firmament.
One such sailor participating in the merriment provided so graciously by rum was none other than Nathanael Paul Javert, who swore up and down that he had more trust placed in that drink than he could ever place in any woman upon the earth.... other than his mother, that is. It was always true to him, there to celebrate, or comfort him when he was alone or upset... He couldn't say so much for women, though it didn't bother him too much. After all, rum was constant.
Nathanael walked alongside his shipmate Raoul on deck, bottle of rum in hand, taking a swig from time to time. “Raoul, my fellow, I'd like to introduce you to my one true love. Her name is demon water, but she's made of sugar and spiced just right. Though you probably know her as 'Rum.' Beauty, she is, and loyal to the end – you'll like her”
He offered the bottle to his companion, who seemed a bit wary of the thing, as if it was some sort of poison meant to kill him. “Oh come now! Trust me. Would I lie to you?” Nathanael raised his brow and looked to his bunkmate before offering him the bottle again which this time the other young man took and drank from.
It was a few swigs later that the two of them were laughing and reveling like two drunken chums in a bar.... Well, except for the bar part, that actually described them very well.
“...Plou gasso kelou da Voalen,
Colled ar flod, named unan?
Unan hanved ar Maout-guen
A salc'haz en avel d'an Dorchen.
Qui portera la nouvelle à Audierne,
Que la flotte est perdue excepté un navire
Un navire appelé le Mouton Balnc
Qui tint au vent de la Torche.”
Nathanael was laughing and singing an old Breton shanty drunkenly slurring between Breton and French in turns. His companion laughed and clapped.
“Well go on, mate,” Nathanael said to Raoul, helping him up onto a table “Go on and let it out!”
Nate stumbled back a bit after helping Raoul up to the table, laughing in a drunken ecstasy and listening as his friend began to sing.
“L'amour! Christine! Oui, son ardeur a troublé
tout mon être!
Mais quelle soudaine clarté
Resplendit à cette fenêtre!
C'est là que dans la nuit rayonne sa beauté, Christine!
Ah! lève-toi, soleil! Fais pâlir les étoiles,
Qui, dans l'azur sans voiles,
Brillent aux firmament.
Ah! lève-toi! parais! parais!
Astre pur et charmant!
Elle rêve! elle dénoue
Une boucle de cheveux
Qui vient caresse sa joue!
Christine!! Amour! Porte-lui mes vues!
Elle parle! Qu'elle est belle!
Ah! je n'ai rien entendu!
Mais ses yeux parlent pour elle,
Et mon coeur a répondu!
Ah! lève-toi, Christine! Fais pâlir les étoiles,
Qui, dans l'azur sans voiles,
Brillent aux firmament.
Nate was clapping like a seal by the end of the song. “Bravo! Bravo! Encor! That's my buddy there – a regular Campanini, ain't 'ya chum?” he said, hiccuping and taking another swig of rum. “A regular Campanini!...”[/quote]
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