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 ___________________________________ Jean Robin-Charpentier, 19 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Valois | Darcsen | Liege, Valois, Atlantic Federation ___________________________________ ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 25/09/1895 ► Height - 5'11" / 181cm ► Weight - 165 lbs / 74.8kg ► Hair Color - Peacock / Black ► Eye Color - Dark Green ► Classification - Rifleman ► Rank - Corporal by circumstance ► Sexuality - Heterosexual - | D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Jean began his service as a sort of well-catered individual who made an effort to appear pleasant for his peers, and whilst maintaining that neat and tidy aesthetic proved difficult he carried it with him all the way to the trenches, right up until the conclusion of the Assault on Hill 58. The best way to describe the 5'11 Darcsen is raggedy - when on the frontlines - partnered with the faded shade of his skin and dying emerald glimmer in his eyes. His hair has grown in length but remains swept back and over his ears to keep it beneath his head-dressing. Notably, he's gained a stock to his body mass, having grown out of his meagre frame from before. That's not to say he doesn't take care of himself; he cleans when he can and puts the effort in to maintain his uniform, if possible. An additional coating of an unshaven stubble has also taken form around his jaw and mouth. In the early years of the war, he'd have been chastised for not shaving, but that far into the apocalypse, no one really seemed to care all that much anymore. Though rare to crack a smile to those unknown, and seeming to hold a persistent alertness, the dreariness in his gaze has created a vapid shell of who he once was. When speaking of apparel, the development of the Federation's infantry gear has shown wear and tear until it became more of a tool of practicality than prestige. Jean's own is no different. A mishmash of drab greens and browns, even a dark beige cloth helmet cover handed over from campaigns in far away lands. On each shoulder, the stitch marks of two flags sit on either shoulder. The left houses the Atlantic Federation's military insignia, adopted during the standardisation of 1913. On the right should be the flag of Valois, however Jean's own one has been ripped off, with only the seams still being left. |
Who is Jean but the broken stare of a lost generation, whose innocence was ripped out with the spines of the deceased. A once optimistic yet careful, well-mannered individual, Jean's wartime experience has worn him down. Pessimistic, as a catch-all term. Though not devoid of hope, his circumstances both on the frontline and news of familial tragedy have made for a somewhat quiet and nervous individual. The last few months, however, have allowed him to build a mould for his role as a Corporal. He isn't without merit and tries to maintain his role for the sake of those in his platoon, only exposing his greater weaknesses when out of combat. Able to at least hold conversation if prompted, Jean's nature of bottling up problems had nearly proven fatal once, yet still finds discomfort in sharing details of his misfortunes simply in disregard to his importance as an individual. Still, if the mood is right, he'll put on a little smile and will do what's needed to please the crowd, even if a little unorthodox from his usual practices.
Above all, Jean's once empty hobby of poetry and writing has exploded into a quiet passion. Most silent hours he spends alone are done transforming his struggles, experiences, sightings and visions of the future into text. Literature is his drive, and so he tends to be far more conversational about anything that aligns with the creative output.
Alternatively, a somewhat cynical and lightly nihilistic side has come out from the war. Whilst he cares about those around him and their wellbeing, sprinkles of light upon the worst that humanity has had to offer fails to resonate with him. What he's seen and done to survive face to face engagements with the Imperials, other humans no less, has shown how painfully brutal life can flip to in an instant. He simply hopes others don't have to ever go through the experiences he and many worse off have, but never will he ever try to stop it; for the fabrics of human nature is built upon the deaths of millions. Any Darcsen, he felt, should have known this better after the pains of their history.
Above all, Jean's once empty hobby of poetry and writing has exploded into a quiet passion. Most silent hours he spends alone are done transforming his struggles, experiences, sightings and visions of the future into text. Literature is his drive, and so he tends to be far more conversational about anything that aligns with the creative output.
Alternatively, a somewhat cynical and lightly nihilistic side has come out from the war. Whilst he cares about those around him and their wellbeing, sprinkles of light upon the worst that humanity has had to offer fails to resonate with him. What he's seen and done to survive face to face engagements with the Imperials, other humans no less, has shown how painfully brutal life can flip to in an instant. He simply hopes others don't have to ever go through the experiences he and many worse off have, but never will he ever try to stop it; for the fabrics of human nature is built upon the deaths of millions. Any Darcsen, he felt, should have known this better after the pains of their history.
---B I O G R A P H Y
Helen Robin and Herman Charpentier were of two different social standings. One one hand, Helen was from a family of upper-middle class wealth, and after studying archaeology she garnered local fame among North Valois Darcsens as an expeditionary explorer, heading through older regions of forgotten civilisations for the thrill of discovery. Herman, on the other hand, was a man of little success. On the fringes of middle class and lower class, the ex-businessman was driven out of his hometown and was left wandering among Darcsen communities, eventually meeting Helen, and sparking the relationship that led to the birth of Jean.
By the time Jean was born, sharing both their surnames, neither of his parents were married. They'd settled down in the city of Liege a few months. Additionally, he had an older sister. One Olivia Robin-Charpentier. It seemed that the introduction of children to the family had ground all high-end income to a close. Helen became homebound and lost the time to find infamy across the globe, falling short of her goals, whilst Herman spent many thousand hours pumping his life and energy into a failing welfare industry set up for struggling Darcsens of the early 1900s. Everything ground to a halt, and their life stagnated. And so, a co-dependency was spawned out of the siblings, who grew very reliant on one another's dynamic to bypass their childhood days, to stand up for each other (albeit poorly) against other schoolyard kids and to occasionally work around the local community for scraps of money. By the time Helen had returned to archaeology, she made one fatal error on her returning trip, badly injuring herself.
With Valois' hospital bills piled on to their already feigned status, the Robin-Charpentier family descended further down the social ranking. Helen's determination to not take life sat down usually caused more issues for the family as a whole, but it was that admiration that thrived in Olivia's commitment. In November, 1910, she enlisted for a career in the Valois Army, securing a stable and, at the time, well paid income. Unfortunately, it preceded the worst event human history had seen. March, 1911EC - the newly formed Atlantic Federation was attacked, and war was upon the continent. Olivia was sent straight off to the frontline, partaking in many of the early skirmishes across the ever-moving frontline, until the Imperials reached the first bloodied campaign of the war: The First Crossing of the Maren River. Olivia's life ended there. All that was sent back to the mourning family was a greyscale photo of her, drabbed proudly in serving attire, and a medal in her name.
Jean was initially broken by her death, and still to this day mourns the loss of his greatest friend and closest family member. At aged 15, he could barely make any sense of the loss, and neither could his father. Greater social pressures and the closing of Liege's welfare organisation hammered the final nail in the coffin, and the family became jobless. They sold their home and settled in a far smaller shelter. And, as the years of struggle passed, Jean became the target of a radicalised loyalist movement - The White Feather Callout.
Hundreds of disenfranchised mothers, wounded fathers and emboldened children roamed the streets at night, with extensive Darcsen community targeting, and planted symbolic feathers around the city. Cowards, it stood for, and the world wouldn't repay their fear. Even those afflicted by the horrors were still committed to the larger scale, pressuring thousands of men into accepting the conscription where resistance had begun to grow. Jean became the target of such, and even the name of Olivia was used by neighbours and shoppers to further drive him to it. And when his name was called by the authorities, he held out his palms and they took him out to become a soldier.
August, 1914EC. At 18 years of age, Jean was trained alongside a newer platoon of recruits. Driven by the shame his own neighbours had bestowed upon him, he forced himself to excel in training. Without the real war to hold him back, he made hand of leadership exercises and kept physically well; such commitment landed him a 'Lance Corporal' in-house promotion specifically for the platoon, as a few other standout recruits were given elevated start-ups. Come deployment, all soldiers were scrambled, and a newly given Darcsen Lance Corporal was sent to the 15th Atlantic Rifles to join them at the Garnian Salient. Jean, only having experienced a few weeks of the war's stagnation in the trenches, partook in his first major battle, a charge up Hill 58, which saw him survive and fill the boots of a dead Corporal. Greater, undeserved responsibility was placed on his shoulders, and he was left with the traumatic news of his parents' tragic deaths during a Liege Darcsen protest turned violent. With nothing to go back home to, Jean degraded as an individual.
He integrated poorly within his newfound platoon but eased into a few friendships. His stain of a declined mental state and confidence in life, without the assurance of anything back in Valois, took a toll on his ability to lead and garner the trust of his fellow soldiers, more so in his mind than anywhere else. Amalgamating to the Siege of Amone, his second great deployment, Jean saw fierce fighting in the open streets of a crumbling city. Brutal close-quarters engagements, the first deployment of gas and lightly armoured technical warfare sent him further down the rabbit hole, concluding in an attempt on his own life squandered by missing ammunition. Yet when he left the battle, victorious with his regiment, he tried to vow improvement upon himself. For a while, he distanced himself from his friends, only keeping in touch whenever necessary or provoked, and watched many of them take leave as the autumn came to an end. Jean refused the R&R, and remained on the frontline until it slowly began to numb his nerves.
By the time Jean was born, sharing both their surnames, neither of his parents were married. They'd settled down in the city of Liege a few months. Additionally, he had an older sister. One Olivia Robin-Charpentier. It seemed that the introduction of children to the family had ground all high-end income to a close. Helen became homebound and lost the time to find infamy across the globe, falling short of her goals, whilst Herman spent many thousand hours pumping his life and energy into a failing welfare industry set up for struggling Darcsens of the early 1900s. Everything ground to a halt, and their life stagnated. And so, a co-dependency was spawned out of the siblings, who grew very reliant on one another's dynamic to bypass their childhood days, to stand up for each other (albeit poorly) against other schoolyard kids and to occasionally work around the local community for scraps of money. By the time Helen had returned to archaeology, she made one fatal error on her returning trip, badly injuring herself.
With Valois' hospital bills piled on to their already feigned status, the Robin-Charpentier family descended further down the social ranking. Helen's determination to not take life sat down usually caused more issues for the family as a whole, but it was that admiration that thrived in Olivia's commitment. In November, 1910, she enlisted for a career in the Valois Army, securing a stable and, at the time, well paid income. Unfortunately, it preceded the worst event human history had seen. March, 1911EC - the newly formed Atlantic Federation was attacked, and war was upon the continent. Olivia was sent straight off to the frontline, partaking in many of the early skirmishes across the ever-moving frontline, until the Imperials reached the first bloodied campaign of the war: The First Crossing of the Maren River. Olivia's life ended there. All that was sent back to the mourning family was a greyscale photo of her, drabbed proudly in serving attire, and a medal in her name.
Jean was initially broken by her death, and still to this day mourns the loss of his greatest friend and closest family member. At aged 15, he could barely make any sense of the loss, and neither could his father. Greater social pressures and the closing of Liege's welfare organisation hammered the final nail in the coffin, and the family became jobless. They sold their home and settled in a far smaller shelter. And, as the years of struggle passed, Jean became the target of a radicalised loyalist movement - The White Feather Callout.
Hundreds of disenfranchised mothers, wounded fathers and emboldened children roamed the streets at night, with extensive Darcsen community targeting, and planted symbolic feathers around the city. Cowards, it stood for, and the world wouldn't repay their fear. Even those afflicted by the horrors were still committed to the larger scale, pressuring thousands of men into accepting the conscription where resistance had begun to grow. Jean became the target of such, and even the name of Olivia was used by neighbours and shoppers to further drive him to it. And when his name was called by the authorities, he held out his palms and they took him out to become a soldier.
August, 1914EC. At 18 years of age, Jean was trained alongside a newer platoon of recruits. Driven by the shame his own neighbours had bestowed upon him, he forced himself to excel in training. Without the real war to hold him back, he made hand of leadership exercises and kept physically well; such commitment landed him a 'Lance Corporal' in-house promotion specifically for the platoon, as a few other standout recruits were given elevated start-ups. Come deployment, all soldiers were scrambled, and a newly given Darcsen Lance Corporal was sent to the 15th Atlantic Rifles to join them at the Garnian Salient. Jean, only having experienced a few weeks of the war's stagnation in the trenches, partook in his first major battle, a charge up Hill 58, which saw him survive and fill the boots of a dead Corporal. Greater, undeserved responsibility was placed on his shoulders, and he was left with the traumatic news of his parents' tragic deaths during a Liege Darcsen protest turned violent. With nothing to go back home to, Jean degraded as an individual.
He integrated poorly within his newfound platoon but eased into a few friendships. His stain of a declined mental state and confidence in life, without the assurance of anything back in Valois, took a toll on his ability to lead and garner the trust of his fellow soldiers, more so in his mind than anywhere else. Amalgamating to the Siege of Amone, his second great deployment, Jean saw fierce fighting in the open streets of a crumbling city. Brutal close-quarters engagements, the first deployment of gas and lightly armoured technical warfare sent him further down the rabbit hole, concluding in an attempt on his own life squandered by missing ammunition. Yet when he left the battle, victorious with his regiment, he tried to vow improvement upon himself. For a while, he distanced himself from his friends, only keeping in touch whenever necessary or provoked, and watched many of them take leave as the autumn came to an end. Jean refused the R&R, and remained on the frontline until it slowly began to numb his nerves.
---P O T E N T I A L S
Weathered Soldier: Jean may not have served for the longest period of time - in fact his official military service started at the start of 1914 with extensive and gruelling training - yet the 15th Atlantic Regiment have been on the forefront of 1914's most brutal fighting. Hill 58 and Amone, and between the city siege and the winter of 1914, he's seen endless hours sat in sunken trenches, on sentry duty, and withstanding Imperial gas attacks across the frontier. All in all, Jean has allowed his somewhat grim worldview to solidify.
"The Darcsen Plight": As easily identifiable as any, Jean is a Darcsen. And though that lineage ties all the way back to their Gallian and Europan days of conquest, the world will never let him forget their disdain for his people. Whilst many sympathise, many others let their discontent be known. Thus, Jean is far more at ease around Darcsens like him than those around him - lest it damns his mind, he still maintains a balanced approach toward other walks of life.
The Writer against His Nation: Jean has grown to despise Valois and thus rejects the concepts of nationalistic values. His nation has done quite enough to stamp out his family's legacy, and now it holds his hands in bindings to fight for both survival and pride (with only one reflective in him). This is reflective in his most recent writing pieces, one of which had him temporarily punished. One day, he hopes to not make fame of his writing, but an audience in which to hear his pen.
Details of a Warman: One thing that hasn't disappeared is Jean's keen eye for the finest of changes around him. A few times has seen his eye catch the movement in the dirt, the creeping of an Imperial raiding party and the glint of a marksman's scope, sometimes giving him the best warning a man could get. Though it does assist the paranoia of endless war, it's kept him on his toes and quick-thinking when it was his neck in the noose.
"The Darcsen Plight": As easily identifiable as any, Jean is a Darcsen. And though that lineage ties all the way back to their Gallian and Europan days of conquest, the world will never let him forget their disdain for his people. Whilst many sympathise, many others let their discontent be known. Thus, Jean is far more at ease around Darcsens like him than those around him - lest it damns his mind, he still maintains a balanced approach toward other walks of life.
The Writer against His Nation: Jean has grown to despise Valois and thus rejects the concepts of nationalistic values. His nation has done quite enough to stamp out his family's legacy, and now it holds his hands in bindings to fight for both survival and pride (with only one reflective in him). This is reflective in his most recent writing pieces, one of which had him temporarily punished. One day, he hopes to not make fame of his writing, but an audience in which to hear his pen.
Details of a Warman: One thing that hasn't disappeared is Jean's keen eye for the finest of changes around him. A few times has seen his eye catch the movement in the dirt, the creeping of an Imperial raiding party and the glint of a marksman's scope, sometimes giving him the best warning a man could get. Though it does assist the paranoia of endless war, it's kept him on his toes and quick-thinking when it was his neck in the noose.
---E Q U I P M E N T
- SM-Longfield Mk. 3
- Rubette-Pistole
- Typically 2 Fragmentation Grenades
- Valois Service Bayonette
- Improvised Cogwheel Club
- Typical Webbing - Field dressings, gas mask, ammunition, binoculars etc.
- A pack of cigarettes
- Rubette-Pistole
- Typically 2 Fragmentation Grenades
- Valois Service Bayonette
- Improvised Cogwheel Club
- Typical Webbing - Field dressings, gas mask, ammunition, binoculars etc.
- A pack of cigarettes
---F A M I L Y
- Helen Robin (Mother - Deceased)
- Herman Charpentier (Father - Deceased)
- Olivia Robin-Charpentier (Older Sister - KIA)
- Herman Charpentier (Father - Deceased)
- Olivia Robin-Charpentier (Older Sister - KIA)
---R E L A T I O N S
- Private Lucia Farris | Lucia is something of a friend: a consistent acquaintance sharing the steel toe-capped boots of Middleton. Jean doesn't pretend to understand her situation, but takes great comfort in her sister-like kindness. However, it hurts him to think of it as such a way. Anything that seems like a replacement for Olivia leaves a bad taste on his tongue, and sometimes he doesn't play too well into her kind-hearted sweetness.
- Private Franz Blau | Next to Michael, Franz is one of the two biggest self-destructed friendships Jean has. Nothing bad in particular happened, however his own personal distance towards the Gallian has left him out of the loop from his state of mind. Where those like Senja and Ines have kept him comfortable, Jean faded on his own as others whittled away on leave or through injury.
- Private Michael Daunte | The aforementioned Michael has also suffered a similar fate. He's a good soldier, probably one of the few well-accomplished ones from within the batch of newer recruits the platoon saw in August. Amone showed that. Everyone else has done their best to survive. Honestly, Jean admires that sort of well-tuned man he is, with a lot to live for and envies the grandiose life he gets to return to. It's not so much bitter, at least, but the distance he's given him to do his duty and to excel as an individual has shut Jean out from his own personal interests, much alike Franz.
- Private Victoria White | Amone showed Jean that not all soldiers were victims. Those who came and went as heroes back home were villains to their enemies. Quite a few people relished in that idea of becoming a demon to the forces they oppose. Jean's personal beliefs of feigned virtue have set him different from the far too capable Oceanic. He saw what she did to the Green Fox, a man he'd spoken to of all things, and how she and Luke left for personal glory to let Thomas die. It was a hopeless situation, he knew it. He admitted there was probably no right answer. Still, he felt a little vanquished at heart about her presence. Her horns were starting to show beneath Thomas' hat.
- Lance Corporal Isaac Black | Isaac is probably the actual Corporal of the Platoon. Jean knows his position was built on circumstance, but the gunner himself has a lot more cohesion to himself. He's not as troubled by the sights that present themselves and he has the love of Britta to keep him moving. If he could, Jean would trade his rank for his, then promptly go back to scrubbing trenches like a good little package of trouble.
- Private Diana Vastergoth | Jean's relationship to Diana had always been...strange. She had a strong attraction to him from the beginning and, whilst he thought she was a wonderful looking individual, he didn't reciprocate the exact same feelings. She seemed to have moved on, as far as he knew, and they kept on decent terms for as long as he'd been around.
- Captain Alexander Middleton Jr. | The majority of the platoon shared a deep-seeded hatred for the Captain. It was hard to really see what he'd done to earn the respect of his higher-ups when the lower-ranks seemed to have nothing to praise him for. Not to mention, he was the one responsible for Jean's uncanny promotion, Lucia's state of mind and provoking an anti-darcsen atmosphere around Jean. In reality, the two never talked, not that much at least, outside of professional back and forths. Apart from the usual mood and occasional slur, Jean could hardly distinguish him from the common soldier. He just had big boots he'd filled before Jean got there.
- Private Franz Blau | Next to Michael, Franz is one of the two biggest self-destructed friendships Jean has. Nothing bad in particular happened, however his own personal distance towards the Gallian has left him out of the loop from his state of mind. Where those like Senja and Ines have kept him comfortable, Jean faded on his own as others whittled away on leave or through injury.
- Private Michael Daunte | The aforementioned Michael has also suffered a similar fate. He's a good soldier, probably one of the few well-accomplished ones from within the batch of newer recruits the platoon saw in August. Amone showed that. Everyone else has done their best to survive. Honestly, Jean admires that sort of well-tuned man he is, with a lot to live for and envies the grandiose life he gets to return to. It's not so much bitter, at least, but the distance he's given him to do his duty and to excel as an individual has shut Jean out from his own personal interests, much alike Franz.
- Private Victoria White | Amone showed Jean that not all soldiers were victims. Those who came and went as heroes back home were villains to their enemies. Quite a few people relished in that idea of becoming a demon to the forces they oppose. Jean's personal beliefs of feigned virtue have set him different from the far too capable Oceanic. He saw what she did to the Green Fox, a man he'd spoken to of all things, and how she and Luke left for personal glory to let Thomas die. It was a hopeless situation, he knew it. He admitted there was probably no right answer. Still, he felt a little vanquished at heart about her presence. Her horns were starting to show beneath Thomas' hat.
- Lance Corporal Isaac Black | Isaac is probably the actual Corporal of the Platoon. Jean knows his position was built on circumstance, but the gunner himself has a lot more cohesion to himself. He's not as troubled by the sights that present themselves and he has the love of Britta to keep him moving. If he could, Jean would trade his rank for his, then promptly go back to scrubbing trenches like a good little package of trouble.
- Private Diana Vastergoth | Jean's relationship to Diana had always been...strange. She had a strong attraction to him from the beginning and, whilst he thought she was a wonderful looking individual, he didn't reciprocate the exact same feelings. She seemed to have moved on, as far as he knew, and they kept on decent terms for as long as he'd been around.
- Captain Alexander Middleton Jr. | The majority of the platoon shared a deep-seeded hatred for the Captain. It was hard to really see what he'd done to earn the respect of his higher-ups when the lower-ranks seemed to have nothing to praise him for. Not to mention, he was the one responsible for Jean's uncanny promotion, Lucia's state of mind and provoking an anti-darcsen atmosphere around Jean. In reality, the two never talked, not that much at least, outside of professional back and forths. Apart from the usual mood and occasional slur, Jean could hardly distinguish him from the common soldier. He just had big boots he'd filled before Jean got there.
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