Name: Jude Sauveterre
Age/DOB: September 26, 1925 (17)
Gender: Male

Physical Description: Standing at approximately 1.8 M (5’11) , and weighing approximately 75kg (167 lbs) and called at times a picture perfect representation of his father in his youth,, with a slightly muscular build from working with his father on the farm . His hair dark brown in color, that loops in lackadaisical curls that give him a perpetual just woken up look to him. His eyes were a darker shade of green bordering on brown, the same color as his father. 

Skills: A mediocre shot with a rifle taught by his father to be used against predators that would want to harm their livestock, experienced with the use of most hand tools, horrible at cooking only able to make a barely edible stew.

History: 
On the blistery September evening that Jude came into the world, Mr and Mrs Sauveterre received their first son, and the only child that would come forth from their relationship with one another. When Jude was two years old, his mother left Mr. Sauveterre for a Parisian businessman and left him on Christmas eve or so the story goes. And from that point onward Mr. Sauveterre was left to raise his son Jude, on his farm on the outskirts of town. For as long as the citizens could remember The Sauveterre family had raised their cattle outside of the town since, “Man and Cattle have been interloping with one another.” 

Mr. Sauveterre like most men that began to really start their lives during the années folles, served his country during The Great War, in which he served as a balloon operator, searching the distant horizon for German artillery, so when the strikes came the boys in the trenches knew. He met a girl, and she fell in love with the stereotypical heroic soldier just coming home from the front. And for some time it was good, but all good things must come to an end and so did Mr and Mrs Sauveterre Relationship.

As a direct result Jude never really knew his mother, and his father refused to even mention her name.Living on their small farm outside of town, with limited contact with townsfolk except on market days. Jude had been raised from birth to be as his father, just another staunch cattle herder content to toil his days working away in the fields. One day he would marry and he would raise his sons along this time beaten path. It was how Mr. Sauveterre put it as, “Just how things were done.”

For most of his life Jude was happy with his life, he was never the smartest when it came to schooling. He would pass his tests, but he would never have the best grades or get awards, or accolades. He was more or less perfectly content to coast along, keeping his head down and hoping for the best. The most defining moment in his life was when he was a young lad, and he had his introduction to the event that would change him as a person.

But then by chance, when he and his father went into town to sell their good at market, he discovered an old worn out book called Calligrammes and inspired by this work among the others of such writers as Apollinaire, Éluard and Prévert. He began to write stories, poems, and the likes, for one had a lot of time on his hands when all one did was help raise cows. He began to gain friends in more intellectual circles, became more outgoing and became a much more friendly person. And this was life for Jude and his father, it was normal and as time goes on on would could find themselves to be content with normality. 

But the Nazis came in droves and packs, and when France surrendered and the Vichy government was put into place, Jude’s life changed forever. The Nazis came to their home, to slaughter his father’s heard to feed their soldiers. Mr. Sauveterre would not let this happen. For you see the cows were grown and raised and were the offspring of his fathers cows, and his fathers cows etc. Kill all of them to feed the Nazis would have been like erasing a part of him. The Nazis of course being the understandable people that they were understood this and so they killed him along with his cows. A death that Jude thought in the end was rather fitting for his father and poetic for his father would of wanted to die with his cows. 

Psychological Profile:
Some joined up with the resistance because it was the right thing to do, to serve their country and repel the invaders, Jude was not one of those people. He could be considered a hero in the loosest definition of the term. Thriving in a sense of apathy towards his fellow man, this taking the form of his coping mechanism refusing to acknowledge the tragedy around him, and just keeping his eyes stuck in the blinders like a horse, just looking towards his path ahead. While the idealistic fight because they believe that they can change the world, he fights because he has to, it is the only thing he can do at this point in time. Willing to crossing moral lines to survive, and because of this suffering from chronic moral compass degradation in the process. He might be the most adaptable to his situation, but he is not the most well adjusted, rather than learning to cope with his problems he just moves straight past them.