Justine Florbelle (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eternallywithoutfear) wrote2013-01-26 07:13 pm
eternallywithoutfear) wrote2013-01-26 07:13 pm
Entry tags:
Application for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
route_29
Player
Name: Mab
Personal Journal:madqueenmab
E-mail: N/A
AIM/MSN: N/A
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: Spencer Reid
Character
Name: Justine Florbelle
Series: Amnesia: The Dark Descent / Amnesia: Justine
Timeline: After the end of the game.
Canon Resource Links: Wiki link! Although it’s not a complete source, and while my personality section should supplement it, it’s worth mentioning that it’s implied that Justine knows about the ‘Orbs’ (artifacts of unimaginable power that kick off the events of the original game)
Personality: Justine is a complete and utter psychopath. She’s not the kind of ‘psychopath’ that blows up cities and then angsts over how she’s going to hell, either—she’s a good, old-fashioned psychopath (with a heavy narcissism streak, no less). She has very little empathy, at least as she is.
Why did I add that little prepositional phrase? Because she once had empathy. There are references to her comforting a crying servant when they were little girls, and showing genuine shame to her father. And then when she has her memories wiped, according to the player, she could either be very concerned for human life or completely indifferent to it (I am playing her as if she is mostly indifferent to the value of life, even without her memories.) Logic dictates that she was born a normal girl, but something happened that completely obliterated what humanity she has.
Some people think that she was sexually abused by her father, and there are some questionable things written in the game, but that wouldn’t explain why she keeps behaving that way when she’s wiped her memory. My theory is that her father’s terrible handling of her while she grew caused her to nurse growing resentment and cynicism, but it was the Shadow that really made her what she is.
For those who don’t know, the Shadow is a force of nature within her canon, one that guards an incredibly powerful object. When the main character steals said object, the Shadow starts to follow him doggedly, murdering anyone who he comes in contact with and asks about the object. This happened when Justine was eleven, and her father was one of the many people to receive a letter from the main character asking about the object. Soon after the letter arrived—soon enough so that it still wasn’t opened—Justine beat her father to death with a rock. Let me reiterate: an eleven-year-old girl beat a grown man to death. And then got away with it. The theory is that the Shadow’s force was behind her father’s murder, and she was a vehicle for it, which would explain how she managed it and how she turned out. After all, it does seem like everyone who comes in contact with the Shadow either dies or becomes a complete sociopath.
But whatever happened, it destroyed any normal form of empathy she was capable of, and she lost the ability to make an intimate emotional connection with a person. She can be attached to people, but she doesn’t love them, and can easily turn around and string them up if she’s bored.
But of course, psychopathy is a trait, not her complete personality. Justine likes to have fun, and tends to live for the moment. Parties, drugs, sex—she does it all, but more than that, she likes to spend her time with poetry and literature and intellectual stimulation. She’s a hedonist, but she’s an extremely intelligent one, easily one of the finest minds of her generation.
One can come to that conclusion because of the following. Her father was a scientist who specialized in psychology and child development and was one of the stars of his field. He didn’t have a lot of time for her beyond doing tests for his research into children. Her education was handled by tutors, and the attitude of the time was that a man’s education was not for a woman (one of the only French schools for girls at the time actually forbade its girls from taking anything science- or politics-related). She learned how to read, write, take care of a household, and that’s about it. Yet despite that, she has at least nine phonographs twenty years before Thomas Edison invented them. Fans theorize that she made them herself, which explains her familiarity with them and her intuition for how they work. She designed her entire Cabinet of Perturbation, which is a marvel for her time. Not only that, but she developed the Amnesia drink with no apparent help from those who already knew how to make it. She did it all from her own experimentation and self-teaching, and that alone speaks to her incredible intellect.
Which also feeds into the whole ‘why she has no empathy’ thing. She’s smart, but she’s lived her whole life in a society that categorically puts her in the category of ‘dumb’ and ‘weak’. It doesn’t actually occur to her that she’s the smartest one in the room; it only occurs to her that she’s the prettiest. That’s all she is in her mind: a pretty face and a good time. And she’s perfectly happy with that.
She understands that the world she lives in is a man’s world, and she knows how to twist its rules to her advantage. She’s charming and fun and beautiful, so much so that she had at least three different men eating out of the palm of her hand at once whilst knowing about each other. In the 18th century. With men of all different classes. Such things were practically unheard back then, but she managed it because of her charisma and her cultivated ability to wrap men around her fingers. She plays on the traditional woman’s role to get men to do what she wants, and then throws them away like day old newspapers when she grows bored.
I’ve given you an overview of her psychopathy, her genius, and her relationship to men, but there’s one last thing: her relationship with her late mother, and thus, her relationship with women and with herself.
Her mother died while giving birth to Justine’s brother, who also died soon afterwards. It happened so early on that Justine doesn’t even remember what her mother looks like anymore, and when she asked her father about it, he said, “Her beauty was blinding.” That phrase sticks with Justine, because she always wanted to fill the void her mother left behind. She wanted her father to pay attention to her the way he paid attention to the memory of her mother, and she wanted to be this supposedly perfect woman who could do no wrong. In a way, that’s what she’s become in her own eyes.
Justine is beautiful. She really, really is. She’s also an aristocrat, which in her eyes, makes her above right and wrong. Men follow her the way her father followed her mother, and she now wields all the power her mother’s memory once did, if not more. Other women don’t figure into this because Justine’s only exposure to other women growing up were servants she was not allowed to talk to. Justine doesn’t know how to deal with women beyond superficial niceties, because women aren’t able to be manipulated the way men are in her time. Women look at her in scorn because of how ‘free with herself’ she is, and because of that, she tends to look down on other women for being too weak to reach out and take what they want the way she has. She’s a boy’s gal, and that’s because men always do exactly what she wants them to, where girls do the opposite.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Brilliant engineer
+ Brilliant chemist (or the 18th century equivalent)
+ Brilliant in general
+ Appreciative of poetry and art (and pretty damn good at it)
+ Charming
+ Beautiful
+ Fabulous party host
+ A blast to be around (as long as you’re not a victim)
+ Confident
+ Good with people
- Psychopath
- Narcissist
- Sadist
- Borderline masochistic (she seems unable to feel a lot of emotion, so she gives herself adrenaline rushes and risks getting eaten alive to substitute)
- Doesn’t take anything seriously
- Afraid of nothing short of a lobotomy, not even death, and will thus put herself in danger
- Fickle, and doesn’t always follow through with things
- A massive tease
- Hedonistic to the extreme
- Arrogant and classist
- Mood swings
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Team Rocket
Starter: Gothita
Password: Scrambled Eggs. (Do you even need to do that after getting one app accepted?)
Samples
First Person Sample:
--frighteningly complex. What does it do, I wonder?
[The video turns on to reveal soft white fingers and green cloth. It looks like someone’s holding the communicator in their lap whilst looking at the back.]
The material is like nothing else. It feels like room-temperature metal. [Tick tick tick someone is tapping on the communicator.] Less dense as well. That would explain the warmth.
[The communicator is shifted on its side, revealing the city of Goldenrod and a little Gothita standing on a bench besides whoever is holding the communicator.] I don’t suppose you know how it works? [The Gothita looks at her trainer blankly.] No, I thought not. More’s the pity. Well, I doubt it’s too important. I’ll take it apart later.
Third Person Sample: Justine is bored. So very, very bored.
She’s thrown a masquerade. She’s seduced all the straight men in the local Pokémart. She’s powered through all the books she could find in the library about the weird new technology in this place. She’s mastered the communicator, trained her animals, played with Croagunk poison, broken in a Ponyta… hell, she even started timing herself to see how quickly she could ruin a marriage in town! (Her record is a week and a half.)
Yes, Justine is bored. And worse, there’s nothing that can readily relieve her, except…
…Oh, there’s an idea.
Without fail, the Cabinet had relieved any kind of boredom. Better yet, the preparation relieved her. Her careful work turning her suitors into monsters. The selection of victims, the sound of them begging and damning and negotiating for their lives. There was nothing boring about that. It lit her blood in a way not even drugs could.
But there’s no Cabinet to prepare here. No closed maze to design without the interference of others. No matter, though. Team Rocket isn’t appropriately feared. It's even the subject of laughter for some, likely due to that idiot that liked to hiss like a snake and certain incidents involving peculiarly placed ledges with ugly sweaters waiting below. She can fix that, and she can deal with the boredom once and for all.
Yes. Yes, she will fix that. Let Team Rocket think she’s doing it for them—she’ll have her fun either way.
She’s looking forward to this.
Name: Mab
Personal Journal:
madqueenmabE-mail: N/A
AIM/MSN: N/A
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: Spencer Reid
Character
Name: Justine Florbelle
Series: Amnesia: The Dark Descent / Amnesia: Justine
Timeline: After the end of the game.
Canon Resource Links: Wiki link! Although it’s not a complete source, and while my personality section should supplement it, it’s worth mentioning that it’s implied that Justine knows about the ‘Orbs’ (artifacts of unimaginable power that kick off the events of the original game)
Personality: Justine is a complete and utter psychopath. She’s not the kind of ‘psychopath’ that blows up cities and then angsts over how she’s going to hell, either—she’s a good, old-fashioned psychopath (with a heavy narcissism streak, no less). She has very little empathy, at least as she is.
Why did I add that little prepositional phrase? Because she once had empathy. There are references to her comforting a crying servant when they were little girls, and showing genuine shame to her father. And then when she has her memories wiped, according to the player, she could either be very concerned for human life or completely indifferent to it (I am playing her as if she is mostly indifferent to the value of life, even without her memories.) Logic dictates that she was born a normal girl, but something happened that completely obliterated what humanity she has.
Some people think that she was sexually abused by her father, and there are some questionable things written in the game, but that wouldn’t explain why she keeps behaving that way when she’s wiped her memory. My theory is that her father’s terrible handling of her while she grew caused her to nurse growing resentment and cynicism, but it was the Shadow that really made her what she is.
For those who don’t know, the Shadow is a force of nature within her canon, one that guards an incredibly powerful object. When the main character steals said object, the Shadow starts to follow him doggedly, murdering anyone who he comes in contact with and asks about the object. This happened when Justine was eleven, and her father was one of the many people to receive a letter from the main character asking about the object. Soon after the letter arrived—soon enough so that it still wasn’t opened—Justine beat her father to death with a rock. Let me reiterate: an eleven-year-old girl beat a grown man to death. And then got away with it. The theory is that the Shadow’s force was behind her father’s murder, and she was a vehicle for it, which would explain how she managed it and how she turned out. After all, it does seem like everyone who comes in contact with the Shadow either dies or becomes a complete sociopath.
But whatever happened, it destroyed any normal form of empathy she was capable of, and she lost the ability to make an intimate emotional connection with a person. She can be attached to people, but she doesn’t love them, and can easily turn around and string them up if she’s bored.
But of course, psychopathy is a trait, not her complete personality. Justine likes to have fun, and tends to live for the moment. Parties, drugs, sex—she does it all, but more than that, she likes to spend her time with poetry and literature and intellectual stimulation. She’s a hedonist, but she’s an extremely intelligent one, easily one of the finest minds of her generation.
One can come to that conclusion because of the following. Her father was a scientist who specialized in psychology and child development and was one of the stars of his field. He didn’t have a lot of time for her beyond doing tests for his research into children. Her education was handled by tutors, and the attitude of the time was that a man’s education was not for a woman (one of the only French schools for girls at the time actually forbade its girls from taking anything science- or politics-related). She learned how to read, write, take care of a household, and that’s about it. Yet despite that, she has at least nine phonographs twenty years before Thomas Edison invented them. Fans theorize that she made them herself, which explains her familiarity with them and her intuition for how they work. She designed her entire Cabinet of Perturbation, which is a marvel for her time. Not only that, but she developed the Amnesia drink with no apparent help from those who already knew how to make it. She did it all from her own experimentation and self-teaching, and that alone speaks to her incredible intellect.
Which also feeds into the whole ‘why she has no empathy’ thing. She’s smart, but she’s lived her whole life in a society that categorically puts her in the category of ‘dumb’ and ‘weak’. It doesn’t actually occur to her that she’s the smartest one in the room; it only occurs to her that she’s the prettiest. That’s all she is in her mind: a pretty face and a good time. And she’s perfectly happy with that.
She understands that the world she lives in is a man’s world, and she knows how to twist its rules to her advantage. She’s charming and fun and beautiful, so much so that she had at least three different men eating out of the palm of her hand at once whilst knowing about each other. In the 18th century. With men of all different classes. Such things were practically unheard back then, but she managed it because of her charisma and her cultivated ability to wrap men around her fingers. She plays on the traditional woman’s role to get men to do what she wants, and then throws them away like day old newspapers when she grows bored.
I’ve given you an overview of her psychopathy, her genius, and her relationship to men, but there’s one last thing: her relationship with her late mother, and thus, her relationship with women and with herself.
Her mother died while giving birth to Justine’s brother, who also died soon afterwards. It happened so early on that Justine doesn’t even remember what her mother looks like anymore, and when she asked her father about it, he said, “Her beauty was blinding.” That phrase sticks with Justine, because she always wanted to fill the void her mother left behind. She wanted her father to pay attention to her the way he paid attention to the memory of her mother, and she wanted to be this supposedly perfect woman who could do no wrong. In a way, that’s what she’s become in her own eyes.
Justine is beautiful. She really, really is. She’s also an aristocrat, which in her eyes, makes her above right and wrong. Men follow her the way her father followed her mother, and she now wields all the power her mother’s memory once did, if not more. Other women don’t figure into this because Justine’s only exposure to other women growing up were servants she was not allowed to talk to. Justine doesn’t know how to deal with women beyond superficial niceties, because women aren’t able to be manipulated the way men are in her time. Women look at her in scorn because of how ‘free with herself’ she is, and because of that, she tends to look down on other women for being too weak to reach out and take what they want the way she has. She’s a boy’s gal, and that’s because men always do exactly what she wants them to, where girls do the opposite.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Brilliant engineer
+ Brilliant chemist (or the 18th century equivalent)
+ Brilliant in general
+ Appreciative of poetry and art (and pretty damn good at it)
+ Charming
+ Beautiful
+ Fabulous party host
+ A blast to be around (as long as you’re not a victim)
+ Confident
+ Good with people
- Psychopath
- Narcissist
- Sadist
- Borderline masochistic (she seems unable to feel a lot of emotion, so she gives herself adrenaline rushes and risks getting eaten alive to substitute)
- Doesn’t take anything seriously
- Afraid of nothing short of a lobotomy, not even death, and will thus put herself in danger
- Fickle, and doesn’t always follow through with things
- A massive tease
- Hedonistic to the extreme
- Arrogant and classist
- Mood swings
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Team Rocket
Starter: Gothita
Password: Scrambled Eggs. (Do you even need to do that after getting one app accepted?)
Samples
First Person Sample:
--frighteningly complex. What does it do, I wonder?
[The video turns on to reveal soft white fingers and green cloth. It looks like someone’s holding the communicator in their lap whilst looking at the back.]
The material is like nothing else. It feels like room-temperature metal. [Tick tick tick someone is tapping on the communicator.] Less dense as well. That would explain the warmth.
[The communicator is shifted on its side, revealing the city of Goldenrod and a little Gothita standing on a bench besides whoever is holding the communicator.] I don’t suppose you know how it works? [The Gothita looks at her trainer blankly.] No, I thought not. More’s the pity. Well, I doubt it’s too important. I’ll take it apart later.
Third Person Sample: Justine is bored. So very, very bored.
She’s thrown a masquerade. She’s seduced all the straight men in the local Pokémart. She’s powered through all the books she could find in the library about the weird new technology in this place. She’s mastered the communicator, trained her animals, played with Croagunk poison, broken in a Ponyta… hell, she even started timing herself to see how quickly she could ruin a marriage in town! (Her record is a week and a half.)
Yes, Justine is bored. And worse, there’s nothing that can readily relieve her, except…
…Oh, there’s an idea.
Without fail, the Cabinet had relieved any kind of boredom. Better yet, the preparation relieved her. Her careful work turning her suitors into monsters. The selection of victims, the sound of them begging and damning and negotiating for their lives. There was nothing boring about that. It lit her blood in a way not even drugs could.
But there’s no Cabinet to prepare here. No closed maze to design without the interference of others. No matter, though. Team Rocket isn’t appropriately feared. It's even the subject of laughter for some, likely due to that idiot that liked to hiss like a snake and certain incidents involving peculiarly placed ledges with ugly sweaters waiting below. She can fix that, and she can deal with the boredom once and for all.
Yes. Yes, she will fix that. Let Team Rocket think she’s doing it for them—she’ll have her fun either way.
She’s looking forward to this.