France. His birthplace and homeland. After the intense fifty day adventure with Joseph Joestar and the rest of the gang to defeat Dio, he needed to come home. He lost friends, but on the same side of the coin, he finally killed the man who murdered his beloved sister. Now is the time to refocus on his own life, before he plans his next move now that he is aware of the arrows that can create stand users. He can’t let any arrows fall into the wrong hands. Not this time.

But you were not part of his plan. Sipping his drink in a cafe, his reflexes were faster than his mind as he heard a shuffle of feet. Quick as a ball, he reached out to catch the falling fair patron before meeting an untimely turn on the cement block beneath everyone’s feet. Your hat fell and once his brain caught up with his eyes, he realized he’s never seen such a captivating color before as he held you in his arms.

“Ah!! Forgive me, mi petit fleur! Are you hurt? These sidewalks can be dangerous, mon cher.” He said quickly, settling you in the chair across from him before bowing with a flourish. “Jean-Pierre Polnareff! At your service.”