REVOLUTION CHARACTER PROFILE

Name: Juste Lamont
Gender: Male
Age: 28
DOB: November 19th
Height: 6'2 (183 cm)
Weight: 165 lb (75 kg)
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Hazel/gold
Rank: Cadet

Role: Juste acts as a spy/informant/agent/scout for potential recruits or threats. Many of the middle class regulars at the taverns and inns find themselves drawn to his charming and amiable demeanor and thus spill more information about themselves than what would be smart. As he casually plays cards with the crowd, he silently observes and evaluates everyone around him, keeping his ears open for any telltale snippets of whispered conversation here and there, for some guests merely come to discuss plans and ideas amongst the noisy cover.

In the more private games, the ones charged with tense electricity between the big shots of the city, men bet with secrets rather than money. Secrets much more valuable to Juste than gold will ever be. Through these quietly arranged games, he gathers precious pieces of information and establishes many important deals and connections.

Special Talent(s): Juste has a distinct aura in any tavern or pub he visits, not only for his impressive skill in cards, but for his smooth and subtle charm as well. He utilizes his easygoing nature to coax information, confessions, and secrets out of even the most sullen men. As an acclaimed card shark should, he also has an uncannily accurate sense of intuition. He's difficult to read as a result of the calm, distant composure that comes from many games of poker. Due to the details and subtleties of betting and counting cards, Juste also tends to be intensely aware of his surroundings; nothing gets past him as he quietly files everything he notices into his head. For physical combat, he can fight close-range well enough due to the brawls that occasionally break out at the taverns.

Previous Occupation: Before he fell into the turbulent world of betting and playing cards, Juste was living on the streets with his younger sister Clara, whom he loved dearly. In desperate need of food and money, he turned to theft. He visited the taverns in the better parts of town to steal from the rowdy men who bet and gambled and won fortunes, eventually growing up to be the best of them.

Motives: He had grown up surrounded by the revolutionaries, although he was not aware of it at the time; when duty called at last, he knew he would stand with his friends. Plus, when Clara vanished, he knew who took her. He knew what he had to do. He joined the Revolution for her so her efforts would not be in vain, for good old fashioned revenge, and deep down... maybe for redemption as well.

Art by yy6240 on Naver, used with permission

Juste is a handsome young man; despite the starvation he endured during his early years, he grew up to be tall and fit, albeit on the thin side. He holds himself with grace and poise, an oddly delicate posture that seems almost feminine at times. He's a very smooth, suave, gentleman-ly sort. The suits he wears makes it obvious that he takes pride in his appearance and takes care to maintain it. Silly young girls tend to go starry-eyed every time he throws them a sidelong smoldering glance. Sometimes he fools around with them a bit for information, but otherwise he really cannot be bothered to deal with women for fun anymore.

He sports a small beard, scruffy sideburns, and hair he keeps long and loose, regardless of the friendly teasing of the other men to cut it. Though he has a kind and open face, no one can see under the facade to his real emotions, despite the many girls who are confident they have. He has one of those rare, slow smiles that can convince anyone that he has singled them out because they are the exception. His eyes, however, are the true secret to his success. They twinkle as if he knows an amusing secret no one else does, enticing people to get to know him, to be his friend and share intimate secrets.

Juste's warm gaze can convince people beyond a doubt that he is genuinely and wholly devoted to only them in that one infinite moment; but within the span of a blink, he can also switch to a cool and distant look that reveals nothing. A look that seems to stare through people instead of at them. It's a look that has won him more poker games than he remembers.

Personality: As should be expected of all spies, informants, and agents, Juste keeps his true emotions hidden under a calm and collected mask. Never is he visibly worried; he composes himself with the utmost elegance. Even under stress or unexpected circumstances, he adapts with the quick wit that has served him well in the card games. Nothing can throw him off his game save for a mention of Clara, but even then he tries not to let his grief weigh him down too much. However, ever since then Juste has distanced himself from people. Placing his trust in the wrong person again and giving anyone another weapon to use against him are two things he will not let happen again.

Nevertheless, he is still friendly and amiable to the strangers and friends all around him. His easygoing charm has surrounded him with many allies. In any tavern, pub, or inn nearby, Juste is a well known personality that everyone welcomes in spite of his habit of sweeping the tables with his skill due to his likable aura -- although his tendency to take the bill may have something to do with this too. He's respectful and pleasant, giving off an aura of perpetual calm that may be reassuring, impressive, or disturbing, depending on the situation.

Many people find themselves magnetized to his mild and well mannered demeanor. He's a classic gentleman who always knows what to say to win the approval of whoever he is speaking to, especially to the girls, and particularly the girls with secrets on their lips. Juste is so skilled at manipulating people that nobody even suspects the possibility that he only seeks their company for valuable information. How he lets others see him is really all up to him.

His comrades envy his seemingly effortless command over his feelings and his courteous charm. That being said, though he exudes a quiet perfection, his composed manner hides a slight arrogance, bad competitive streak (he hates losing), inability to trust others, and a gnawing loneliness that has been eating away at him since Clara's disappearance. At first he joined the Revolution merely to avenge her, but now he finds himself thinking of them as the family he never had the chance to have, especially after he realized that they have all lost loved ones as well.

Interactions: Juste is good with people in general. He can get along with anyone he needs to, due to his smooth and pleasant disposition, as well as his tendency to keep his opinions of dislike to himself. Spending time in his company feels easy, natural; conversation will never be awkward with Juste. It's difficult not to like him. However, this is only on the surface. His genuine self is slightly harder to read; he holds people at an arm's length from his personal life, including (most of) the members of the Revolution, simply because trusting people is a challenge for him. Because of the naive blunder that lost him Clara, he takes extreme precaution in ever fully depending on someone again.

Juste was born to a poor, young, and unmarried couple outside of town who lived from paycheck to paycheck with nothing more than the rags on their back. His underage mother, Serena, died shortly after his younger sister Clara was born. His father fled for reasons unknown to him soon after. Juste, therefore, was left to take care of his newborn sister at the mere age of nine, but they were only two young orphans trying to survive on their own.

In desperate need of money, he turned to theft. Juste and Clara found shelter in the nearby tavern, The Polaris, where they could find a roof over their head and steal enough food to survive. Little did he know, the Polaris was a subtle gathering place for the Revolution to meet, exchange news, and scout for potential recruits, fronting as a pub to evade notice of the Community. Here, the revolutionaries treated Juste and his sister with kindness he had never known before.

He watched the rowdy men who gambled their cards and won fortunes, as well as the men who lost everything, and the ones who had nothing to lose. The atmosphere intrigued him. He observed them as discreetly as possible as he stole spare change from their pockets, drawn to the passion and dogging belief that one day, their luck would turn and the odds would finally be on their side. It wasn't too long before even he let himself get swept up into the ruckus.

Eventually, Juste tried his own hand at the card tables after watching from the sidelines for so long. He ended up wiping everyone out by miles, and quickly his victories propelled him from a poor street urchin to someone worthy of notice. However, he diverted the initial suspicion and took the newfound attention well, swiftly gaining respect by gambling his way to prosperity. Juste began to visit other pubs as well to maximize his income, becoming well-aquainted with many of the 'big guys' on the streets. The Polaris was soon not the only tavern that knew his name.

However, the Polaris was the only tavern he allowed Clara to stay. She attended school where she developed a passionate but fatal love for reading, writing, and learning. Juste was so busy making money that he failed to notice how kindly the revolutionaries took care of her, or how captivated she was with their stories. He failed to notice the red cloths she hid in her journal or the significance of the moment when she asked him why she couldn't have more books to read of love, of friendship and family and freedom and individuality. And lost in his overwhemling success, eventually he failed to be there when she needed him the most. By the time he heard her scream, it was too late. He had been gambling in another tavern at the time.

Heartbroken, Juste ran back to the Polaris and shuffled through the crumpled pages of her journal. He hardly felt the gentle hand on his shoulder; he was drowning in her words. But just when it seemed all hope was lost -- she saved him. For right there, on the top of the first page, were the three bright-red words that changed his life forever: VIVA LA REVOLUTION.