There are those who fight justice, and there are those who guard it.

 

   Javert's mother was a gypsy prostitute, his father a drunkard. He was born inside of a prison cell. Ever since a young age, Javert lived alone. He looked upon the filth he grew around, amd denounced it. After years of hard work and devotion, he finally achieved a place in the French Police, and was later assinged to supervise the prisoners at Bagne de Toulon.

 

This was when he met him.

 

There was one man in this group of viperous scum, one man that happened to own a number, nothing else. Javert's mind would forever have the wretched number engraved in it.

 

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  From that day forth, it was Javert's duty to hunt down this man, wherever and however he would be led. For Javert is the law, and the law is not mocked.