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[color=Aqua][sub][i]"You can follow me into hell if you want, but I can't guarantee I'll get you out."[/i][/sub][/color]
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[color=Aqua][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Jean-Robin Charpentier[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Male[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]17 Years, 11 Months - September 25th, 1896EC[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Heterosexual[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Race[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Darcsen - Liege City[/i][/color]

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[color=Aqua][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Jean isn't special when it comes to looks, sparing the fact that he is a Darcsen. He stands only at 5'11", which is quite ideal for the trenches he's assigned to stand within. When mentioning his physique and stance, he comes across as quite a frail individual from a distance. Jean does have enough muscle to keep him alive and to surpass the training he'd undertaken upon his enlistment, but the lack of visual queues towards his potential strength is hindered and greatly doubted by superiors at times. Though this may be more greatly influenced by his Darcsen ancestry, the general consensus had made him appear less cared for in his physical appearance. His jet-black hair was rather untidy at times, especially when covered by the usual helmet he was given, and the uniform he wears can sometimes appear quite tattered by the ruthless frontline conflict he was recently introduced to. With supplies in their shortest, like most other soldiers, hygiene was a difficult necessity to uphold, so his eyes are occasionally tainted with the results of sleepless nights in the cold trenches of Europa.

When it comes to his uniform, Jean is no different from any other soldier. He wears the uniform of a combatant enlisted into the army. The dark olive-drab colouring blended almost perfectly into the boggy-mud surrounding him at all times and the helmet he wears is constantly strapped on whenever he has the chance to. Upon his chest lies the rigs of webbing where he can maintain his ammunition storage and a spare holster for any small tools. In Jean's case, the service knife given to him by his training camp occupies this spare ground. It is also a usual feature to see a pair of rugged binoculars strapped around his neck, given his slightly advanced rank. His [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/351540731602534403/497538314816061452/00239426.png]uniform[/url] also contains the single chevron of the Lance Corporal insignia.[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Before the First Europan War, Jean was quite a well-spoken and mannered boy, growing up in his middle-classed family without too much worries. He worked hard in his early and middle years of education and managed to find his passion for writing, journalism and other creative aspects that the pen-to-paper could bring out. When in those states of mind, he had been quite bubbly and energetic, preparing to share his works with whoever he could. However, the coming of age, first two years of war and impacts in his home started to strip and bury that once youthful spring he had. Now, pressured by his own people into service, Jean finds himself to be quite timid whenever the situation goes beyond his control. Compassionate about comrades and easily able to attach himself towards others, his feelings and thoughts of those around him sometimes force his mind to turn to others for assistance, and whenever comrades are in jeopardy he finds himself there to help if he can. However, it can be quite easy to torment him by the sights and sounds of consistent gunfire, eventually giving him the petty coping mechanism of writing non-stop.

Through his language studies prior to the conflict, he finds himself having a large attention to detail. Logic and rationality are usually his finest traits, but he cannot always count on his confidence to deliver such results from his lowly commanding rank. On top of this, Jean finds himself to be extremely cautious and sometimes unwilling to take unnecessary risks. This can hinder his chances of discovering new routes into conflict or avoiding the worst of firefights through waiting. Because of this, Jean finds himself quite dependent on the inputs of his subordinates and fellow soldiers who may have a clearer head in such high-stress situations. Whilst on paper some may criticise him for being a cowardly Darcsen, Jean is prepared to keep on pressing forward, despite having small or large fears, and to attempt to complete the mission at the expense of the enemy. Some also criticise him for not explicitly hating the Imperials specifically, mainly because their effects on him have only been through direct conflicts on the frontline, but he only uses this as justification for his humane beliefs and ability to follow orders effectively whilst considering who was at the end of his barrel.[/i][/color]

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[color=Aqua][b]Rank[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Corporal - As of Hill 58[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Role[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Rifleman - NCO Formation[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Potentials[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i][u]Attention to Detail[/u]
Because of his natural attention to creative meaning and fine print, Jean can sometimes identify some of finer details located throughout the frontline, including emplacements for machine guns, errors on the maps provided by Atlantic Command and formations for Imperial Attacks.

[u]Dependency on Comrades[/u]
Without having any combat experience prior to his enlistment, Jean is far too dependent on his troops to carry through, sometimes making their efforts more recognised than his own personal achievements. Other times this can lead to him putting his own life at risk for the benefits of others, which some recognise as false bravery or cowardice.

[u]Darcsen Heritage[/u]
Through being a Darcsen, he finds comfort in those who treat him the best or those of the same race. Those who sought to oppress the minority are quickly shunted in his mind and become a potential threat for future engagements in conversation.

[u]Traumatic Stress[/u]
Ever since his first engagement atop of Hill 58, Jean's mind has been plagued with visions of the dead and the dying, he has suffered greatly with visions and panicked mood swings in relation to his building trauma. Jean has not coped well with the stress of battle as the continuation of the war brings many more troubles to his mind. Frequent hallucinations and moments of mood swings have been seen as an after-effect of this troubled potential.[/i][/color]

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[color=Aqua][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Jean-Robin Charpentier was born in the city of Liege, 1898EC, to a middle-class family split between two bloodlines: the Robin and Charpentier family trees. Technically a bastard, due to his parents conceding him before they even considered marriage, Jean faced the strange difficulties of mixing between two different families that he didn't blend in with well. One side was wealthier than the other but the latter consisted of more kind-hearted souls. From a young age, when his mother and father split from one another, still without having married one another, Jean was left to be catered for by his older sister, Olivia, between both families. Several years of arguments between both family names made it all the more confusing as to which ancestry he truly belonged with, causing him to isolate himself. Holding both of their names slightly sickened him, which he started to write down in secrecy in order to satisfy his mind. Eventually, he found comfort in writing down his feelings and eventually used it to construct simple anecdotes or verses from his childhood years. It carried him through education well enough to land him decent grades and an exceptional potential future ahead of him in writing, documenting and publishing small works. However, the year met 1912EC, and the first news came home. War was now declared.

Many of the streets almost paraded at the thought that the two greatest political superpowers, of Autocracy and loose Democracy, where the decider would bring the greatest honour and glory to this new age of warfare. Many businesses were extravagant and excited by the ability to test the new industrial gears in the field of battle, seeing it as a wonderful business opportunity to grow in their economic ranking. And so, many rushed to the volunteering offices when their age was just right and signed up to be the first wave out to war. Amongst the masses who left was Olivia, who promised to bring the worrying Jean back some antiques for him to draw. She also promised to consistently write to him to ensure that the war effort was going in her favour and that she was safe. Only 15 years of age, there was no way he could join her during the first day of enlistment, so he remained alone and isolated back in Liege.

They spent many days writing towards one another. He eventually hit the age of 16 and she congratulated him on getting so far in life. Every now and then, through the post, pictures of her with her squad sitting jovially around campfires, in their dugouts or around an artillery piece were sent back to entertain and bewilder the teenager. He was in a land of fascination every second he spent watching their adventures unfold. But soon, before his 17th birthday, the final letter came through the post. He rummaged through it, acting like an excited school boy, but was met with disappointment and distraught. It was a letter from the Atlantic Federation's ministry of defence, proclaiming that Private Olivia Robin-Charpentier had been shot dead during the Battle of Raloth Brook, as part of the First Crossing of the Maren River, whilst moving with her squad. It was a slaughter. This was the first news of severe death and destruction the young-man had heard, as the propaganda networks were restricting almost all of the bad news coming to the public eye. And soon enough, he reached the age of 17, and the suspicions started to target him.

It started with his family members. White feathers were seen laying on his pillows and bed sheets before appearing on mirror's around his house, labelling him as some sort of coward. He had reached the age in which he should have volunteered already, heading out to the frontline to join the millions of men, women and young adults alike fighting for the freedom of Europa, or so they said. However, once it extended beyond those he was supposed to love and care about, the abuse became thicker. Education and work was near impossible. Everyone in his neighbourhood and district from his city soon started to call him and target him for being the [b]Darcsen Coward of Liege[/b]. Many used his own sister's death as a way to explain how his duty wasn't being fulfilled and how Olivia must have been looking down upon him in disappointment. The year spread on to 1914EC when he eventually gave in to the abuse and peer-pressure, enlisting into the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation, where he was quickly shipped off to Edinburgh for training.

The training was psychologically and physically strenuous. He couldn't handle the first few weeks and came only a hair-length close to dropping out and abandoning it there and then, but he didn't. He couldn't face the idea of going home and being ridiculed, beaten or neglected entirely by his family and society for quitting the prestigious role of a soldier. He gave in to the pressure and pushed through, hoping to secure himself a place in the 15th Atlantic Rifles, which he did by the end of his month's training. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd learnt any skills that would help him on the frontline, bar knowing how to shoot a rifle and thrust a bayonet. But it was something he'd bypassed and a small sigh of relief was encompassing his every breath. On top of that, the training commander selected him, as well as a select few, to become an acting NCO: here he gained his Chevrons for the Lance Corporal ranking, and was told he would become a great legend on the battlefield. How wrong could they have been, to tell the influential victim such lies?[/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Mother - Helen Robin [Dead]
Father - Herman Charpentier [Dead]
Sister - Olivia Robin-Charpentier [K.I.A. - Battle of Raloth River][/i][/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Relationships[/b][/color]
[hider=Relationships][color=Aqua][b]Captain Middleton[/b][/color] 
[color=Silver]From the first day Jean spent on the rear lines, it was clear that 1st Lieutenant Alexander-John Middleton was something of a stiff rival. He controlled everything about Jean, from rank authority to combat experience, and thus he held the popularity of those back home. Deceiving such an iconic facade propagated back home would lead to consequences from the public eye as well as that of the high command chain. Middleton was obviously one of the many who despised Darcsens, something that was slowly rising in its extremism. Because of this, Jean is treated and seen as an inferior, even though from his first battle Jean managed to hesitantly lead his troops to the top of Hill 58. More so, his empathy for others and fear towards the frontline makes him seem weaker to that of the Lieutenant, thus giving him yet another reason to hate his own subordinate. As the war began to progress, however, Middleton showed slight humanity in his broken self, a part that only Jean seemed to see. Now that he's a Captain...he's got more power.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Diana Elana Vastergoth[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Jean has a strange relationship with Diana so far. She'd already proclaimed her abnormal love for Jean straight away when they first met, and seemed to be attached to him constantly. At some parts, Jean felt really comfortable and almost passionate about her attention and dedication to finding romance, however Jean still has not found anything large in knowing about her. She remains a mystery, one with some slight ticks to her mentioning and challenging of romantic conclusions.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Michael Daunte[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]With some professionalism, Michael and Jean have shared not too many moments together. However, similarly to Isaac, Jean feels most comfortable around the smaller Sapper for his down-to-earth characteristics presented in conversation, as well as the ability to joke around and care for others. Initially Jean had some small jealousy towards how he latched onto Lucia so endearingly (until Jean found his own interest, of course) but he respects the kindness that he shows towards the entire group.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Isaac Black[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]As previously mentioned, Isaac is a standout comrade towards Jean. Though he feels bad for taking his rightful position as a promoted Corporal, Jean knows that Isaac truly doesn't mind and is prepared to give constructive feedback along the way regarding his mishaps and strengths. Jean easily would consider Isaac to be his go-to man for advice, confidence and representation whenever he cannot oversee everyone within the platoon.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Kalisa Larsen[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Much like Reyna, Kalisa is one of the two standout females that Jean seems to have a strong attraction towards. Unlike the former, he relates far better with her, even on their small conversations, for simply being Darcsens. Jean trusted her with a piece of his Darcsen cloth to show his appreciation of her presence. One thing Jean feels, however, is slight guilt to his protective nature. Having hurt her head slightly with concussions during an artillery bombardment, Jean is reluctant to do his protective ways again in fear of tainting the semi-perfect girl of that name. [/color]

[color=Aqua][b]Reyna Hall[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Oh god, it's true isn't it? Despite how many times he tried to deny it to himself, Jean can now fully admit that he'd fallen completely for Reyna. Well, he would never admit it, would he? Jean is terrified of such romantic pursuits on the battlefield, even if his actions suggest otherwise, yet he can't help but feel strongly attached to the goddess of Vinland.[/color]
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[color=Aqua][b]Theme Song[/b][/color]
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