Javert Adelio Rogers

[Javert Rogers]

“You were a child that was made of glass...”

[Javert]
{Adelio}
[Rogers]

.::.Go Beyond the Norm.::.

\Full name/
Javert Andrew Rogers

\Meaning of name/
Javert: (Jah-V-air) referring to the act of relentlessly chasing someone or something; also (and more relevant)
the fictional character from Victor Hugo's novel Le Miserables
Adelio:(AH-deh-leo) Meaning Nobel. Spanish Origin.
Rogers: Famous Spear.
\Nicknames/
Ver

\Age/
sixteen

\Species/
shape-shifter
[changes into field mouse]

\Canon or Original?/
original

\Power Level/
low intermediate

Birthday
April 10th, 1992

\Race/
Caucasian, American

\Social Class/
lower-middle class

.::.Beauty Captures Your Attention.::.

\Height/
five foot eleven

\Weight/
one hundred and sixteen

\Hair/
Ver's bangs sweep over his eyebrows, not quite covering them. The rest of it lays around the middle of his neck and rises to the end of his ear lobe after it passes it. It is a light brown color but can be mistaken for a dark blond at times. It is almost always in disarray and Javert is almost always trying to fix it.

\Eyes/
His eyes are a dark blue with flecks of darker green. They look somewhat back when in dark light. His mother always says his eyes are Pistachio shaped; which is true, in an aspect...they are very round.

\Appearance/
Javert is often mistaken for a girl. It's something about his face.
His face is oval-shaped and his cheek bones are well defined and high on his face, very close to his eyes. Javet's nose is small, the bridge has a small slope in it, which his mother affectionately calls a ski-slope nose. His lips are fuller than a normal male's, somewhat pouty. Javert is very conscious of his ears, which he finds too big.

His thin frame doesn't help him masculinity. Of course, neither does his love for cardigan sweaters, but at least he can change that. He has small shoulders, thin arms (which hold virtually no muscle) and even thinner wrists. He finds his fingers too stubby. Really, everything about Javert is thin; and of course, this makes him think he's too skinny.

In Javert's earlier days (mostly middle school), he liked to try to give of a slightly more masculine appearance because of the constant bullying in the years before. No one was fooled, simply because Ver always had and probably always will look a tad feminine.
Currently, however, Ver has given up on trying to keep up the appearance that he's a "manly-man". Outfit wise, Javert favors simply a tee-shirt, jean, tennis shoes, and a cardigan. It's his usual outfit. He likes cardigans because they are warm enough to keep him from the blasted cold of school, yet light enough for him not to over-heat. If he can't find a clean cardigan he might wear a hoodie, but he doesn't like how he looks in them, and he finds them too warm.

\Face claim/
does not apply

.::.Personality Captures Your Heart.::.

\Strengths/
Loyal:
Javert, once he becomes friends with someone, is with them until the end. In his point of view, if someone is his friend then the least he can do is comfort them in times of need. Ver is a great sympathizer and peace-maker.

Kind Hearted:
Ver does not have a cruel bone in his body. He has never been known to be even the least bit mad at anyone other than himself. He will help anyone in need of it, no matter what the personal cost. Javert has been known, however, to try to tone down his selfless-ness in fear of being thought as fake.

Intelligent:
Though Javert is too timid to answer things in class. He is very intelligent and grasps concepts quickly, allowing him to be good at almost all subjects other than those that require group work, communication, and public speaking.He is especially good at English and History.

Inability to hate:
\Weaknesses/

Socially Awkward:
Due to his disorder, Javert, is very awkward when it comes to conversing. He will often stutter or mumble if forced to speak. His most common phrase is "sorry" and it is used almost every other sentence. He will often refer to nods and small noises instead of actually verbal communication.

Low Self-Esteem:
Ver is constantly bringing himself down. He doesn't believe he is good enough. He is always trying to better himself as a student, son, or person in general. It usually annoys people around him.

Somewhat Paranoid:
Apart from all the above, Javert has many fears. Including confrontation, being hated, mannequins, horror movies, death, pain, spiders, seizures, parasitic worms, and heights.

Hyper Sensitive to Rejection:
Javert is also always afraid of rejection. He often won't even ask a person at a grocery store where to find something in fear they'll cast him off. He tends to avoid situations where asking someone something is necessary at all.


\Best trait/
If asked, Javert will probably reply that he does not have a best trait, but an outsider would probably say it's his kind heart.

\Worst trait/
People usually find it a tie between his low self-esteem and his paranoia.

\Likes/
Reading.
History.
Classical Music.
His guinea pig, Pasta.
Boys (which adds to his paranoia).
Quiet places.
Dim lights.
Shakespeare.
Antiques.
Cloudy days.
Rain.
Having nothing to do.
Chewing on things (pens, his finger nails, gum, etc.)
Figurative language.

\Dislikes/
Speaking.
Bright lights.
Doctors, Dentist, and other miscellaneous health professionals.
Red ink (it irks him).
Being alone.
Breakable items.
Candy that isn't chocolate.
Meat.
Violence.
Dice.
Indecision.



\Shadows/
Confrontation.
Rejection.
Being hated due to his sexuality

\Strive/
To get over a few of his fears.
To make a few more friends.

\Secrets/
-He prefers boys. His mother is the only one who knows.
- That he has AvPD (avoidant personality disorder)



\Personality/
Javert was diagnosed with Avoidant personality disorder (or AvPD) when he was in first grade, usually it doesn't occur that early...nor does it occur with people who had as happy as a home life as Javert. But it happened; confusing a lot of consulars, psychologists, and other health practitioners. He has a psychologist named, Bill, whom he sees every Monday and Friday.

Javert was always a shy little thing. He barley talked to anyone, fearing rejection...and not much has changed.

Ver keeps to himself and doesn't talk much at all, afraid he'll make a fool of himself if he does. He often thinks of himself as mediocre and not worth his friends.But underneath his little bubble of self-loathing and rejection paranoia, he's actually a very nice guy. He's always kind and really hasn't ever disliked anyone but himself.
He's a strict vegetarian due to his mother's lectures on "The spirit of all things" and his own beliefs, which makes him a tad weaker than other shape-shifters.

Javert tends to keep his feelings bottled up, but loyalty plays a big part in Javert's friendships, because he believes it's the only thing he has to offer as a friend. He has never not been there for a person he cares for.

Most people in school find his constant self-loathing, apologizing, and lack of social skills annoying, and avoid him because of such; which only antagonizes his fears.

The brunette tends to avoid awkward situations, fleeing in any discomfort. Especially in situations where there is flirting or any sexual advances.



.::.It's a Family Thing.::.

\Family/

Angel Rene Rogers {36}
Mother.
Works as a nurse at a local hospital.

Quinton William Rogers (41,deceased)
Father.
Worked as lawyer.

\Pet/
Pasta the Guinea pig.

\History/
Mrs. Rogers has an insane love of the book Les Miserables. Her favorite character, not-so-coincidently, is Javert, the police chief who is obsessed with justice.
So yes, Ver is named after a character from a French novel. When asked about her son's name Angel Rogers explained that
"Javert is such a well developed character, so deep and expressive. You can relate to him on a new plain of understanding. His dialog is a river that just keeps flowing...it can almost be compared to the Ganges."
Mrs. Rogers explanations tend not to make any sense.
There was never much of a Mr.Rogers in Ver's life. It was just Him, Angel, and Pasta, the guinea pig.

Of course there used to be a Mr.Rogers, but he died when Javert was a fetus. Angel, deciding that Quin was "in a new astral plain, where no doubt, he's kickin' it with the people", decided to live on without her beloved husband.

Though a bit...kooky, Angel always cared for Javert in the best of ways. Though her husband earned well as a lawyer and left behind a will full of good investments, money goes fast... especially when living with a flower-child mother who believes that every item she finds that she likes has a connection her and she is, therefore, required to buy. In response, Angel took a job as a nurse when Ver was ten.

Fourteen was a year of revelations for poor Javert.

That was when his mother gave him his Guinea pig, Pasta for company. Pasta came just around the time the new powers arrived and he was really the only one who saw what was happening to Javert. His mom worked the night-shift. It was also the time he realized he was attracted to guys.

His mother does not know about his powers, he tends to not practice much. He only does anything with them when his mother isn't home. It takes a bit of concentration for him to change, but he can do it at will. Angel does know, however, about Javert sexuality, and she's cool with it...because she's Angel.

Basically all Javert's done since then is try to survive somewhat happy, as he always has.




.::.You Can Educate a Fool.::.

\Level of Schooling/
High School (Currently a Junior)

\Schooling Abilities/
Is very good at Creative Writing, English, Art, and History. Ranked high in his class.

.::.Not Just a Pretty Face.::.

\Name/
Sunshine but call me Sunny

\Age/
Sixteen

\Gender/
Female

\Experience/
Six

\Other characters/
Nope.


\Fanfiction Sample/
Javert liked to think of himself as a field mouse. It fit him so well. Scared and flighty. He wondered, like he often does, what made him so...him . In his mind he repeated the word with venom.
Him.
Javert Rogers, the timid little field mouse.
His animal fit him so well.
It was who he was. Simple as that.


The boy sighed heavily, he usually wasn't so angsty.
Kicking off his gray comforter and getting out of his small bed Javert let out a small yawn before reminding himself his alarm clock would be ringing in a while.
It wasn't rare occurrence; waking up before his alarm. Unlike most people, Javert was a early morning person. This usually meant he went to be early and would wake up randomly at two o'clock in the morning and stay up for the rest of the day. He turned to his end table, jammed with books and other reading material and turned the device off, having to move a "Collected works of Willa Cather"to get to it.

He registered that it was 6:30 A.M on a Saturday morning.
The sky was already that tint of light navy-colored blue that meant the sun would be up soon. Javert liked watching the sun rise on Saturdays. It reminded him that he had nothing to do.

Javert checked himself in his mirror; frowning at the reflection. The brunette picked up the hair brush, running it through his hair, his lips pursed in annoyance. It was cooperating today. Other than that, however, he thought he looked disgusting.

The male changed quickly finding something easily in his semi-organized closet. Just some jeans, a shirt, and a green button-up cardigan (not unlike the multiple other's he had).

He had a routine on Saturdays, go to the small bakery (distance: two blocks) order a donut, walk to the park (distance: one block), and watch the sun-rise.

Opening the door to his room, Javert stepped outside into the carpeted hallway of the small one-story house he lived in with his mother. Walking a bit further he reached the kitchen and paused only to slip on his sneakers which were laying next to the door way to the garage.

When Ver finally caught the air outside, he was pleased. It was a nice day. He ambulated at a modest pace, not rushing. He had thirty minutes until the sun started rising.


Javert had always liked the sound of the bell when he entered the bakery. It was a pleasant little "ding" sound. It was a small bakery, not well known, open only from five until noon because it served only breakfast foods. He opened his mouth to order a donut from the girl at the counter, she knew what he wanted and didn't even have to hear him say a thing. Thankfully relieving Ver the duty of speaking.
She handed him the pastry and he thanked her quietly and payed.
The girl nodded and smiled slightly. He grabbed the bag and left, heading off to his new destination.

The walk to the park was considerably shorter, being only one block, and he got there quickly, sitting down on his usual bench, facing east of course.

And Javert settled down to watch the sunrise.


A/N:
Sorry it was a tad uneventful, I was unsure of what to write about...