F+Abbot



Age: 42 Gender: Man Occupation: Abbot Social Class: First Estate Financial situation: I don't have a situation with my finance because I don't get taxed letting me eat and live well. Appearance: I am old man who wears a black cloak with a cross necklace around my neck. My face is wrinkled with white hair. I have a sharp nose with squinty eyes from having to study and read a lot. Location of home and/or business: Near the Roman Catholic Church Habitual locations: Roman Catholic Church, Home, Children's schools Daily routine: 5AM: Wake up from my silky bedsheets and shower 6AM: Get my Wig Maker and Tailor to get me ready for my day 7AM: Eat my luxurious breakfast and go to the Catholic Church with my handy-dandy bookcase filled with important documents and letters. 8AM-12PM: Teach ones about catholicism. 1PM: Luxurious and hearty lunch with sometimes a countess or with children or mostly go to a monk meeting) 2PM-6PM: Work with exception of going through the towns to do some 'errands.' (Errands are either meeting someone like the miller or the countess) 7PM: Amazing dinner by the butcher. 8PM: Spend time with my children with stories and other activites. 9PM-10PM: Work alone 11PM: Sleep

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: My character is a loving, sharp and wise man; however, he isn't too wise with his position. He knows the outside world of France and how is a huge famine but, he wouldn't do anything to help them because he is a selfish man for only those he cares about. He loves his children but, his wife is always off drinking tea and shopping with her lady friends. I am also a man who likes to get along with different women; however, I never divorced with my wife because I am very sneaky.

Past / Family History: My character's mother and father was always loving and caring–which made Acel loving and caring to his children. He had a great education from having his father being in the first estate and his mother being a philosophe and the first ever woman missionary.

Family: One wife, 2 daughters, one son Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): Being one of the most highest positions in France, I have lots of social relations.

Tailor: A man who tailors my clothes every morning. I usually appreciate his fine tailoring which is why I sometimes give him free luxurious breakfasts with me.

Wig Maker: The man who fluffs my wig every morning. I usually give him some loaves of bread that I insist the cook to give.

The cook: I usually talk some political and personal talk with him. He is one man I can always strongly rely on.

Monk: His name is Antonin, a favored monk and my best friend. I have the best talks, foods and times with him.

Monk 2: His name is Antonio and he is my apprentice for being the next abbot. I meet him everyday and chat about political things with a cup of coffee at lunchtime.

Miller: I go to his place and train for the best grains so that way my daughters can eat the finest breads that I can give.

Butcher: He is the most kindest man I ever met in France. He gives his food to others–which I learn and feed it to peasants on the streets.

Religion: Catholic

Education: I had amazing education because of the support of my rich and high-ranked parents.

Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude): I am fluent in four languages: Latin, French, German, Roman. I have a very high vocabulary that astounds many people that I speak with.

Main privileges and/or conflicts: Acel's job is one of the roadblocks into doing what he wants. His job gives him a big reputation that he likes to keep. His teachings to his apprentice is usually whatever he thinks is amazing–to which Antonio learns from. Acel also has problems with the French people and the famine. Not only does he have problems with his job but, he has problems with his personal life such as his obsessive compulsive disorder–which becomes a huge weakness later in his life.



**January 14, 1788**
Nothing out of the ordinary here! I woke up in the sunlight where my silky blankets shined. My showers are always refreshing when I hear the birds chirp in melody–which always sound like my daughters' voices. Oh how I love my daughters; Oh how I'll do anything for them. As usual, my wig maker(wig maker) and tailor would be in my bedroom after I am done with my shower. They had the finest clothes always made me feel confident and powerful.

"Why thank you, Léon. I am trusting that you have prepared those collars for my customed shirt," I asked to Léon.(Tailor)

"Yes, your majesty."

I went off as I went to the kitchen and talked to the butcher about how my daughters' breakfasts have to be perfect. I quickly ate my usual luxurious breakfast and grabbed my handy-dandy bag – filled with important documents and letters that no one bothers to acknowledge that I own. As usual, I talked to group of monks about the national debt and how we should sell land to make more money. (The Catholic Church) I had my usual lunch with Antonin where we ate outside and the nice conversations we always have. A kid came up to me and asked for a slice of bread for her five other children. As I hated giving away food, this was public. I gave a speck of bread to the girl as she smiled and ran to her family. (Paris Life)

"As I was saying-" I was interrupted by Antonin.

"Hey, there is a new boy that has been educated very well and supported by... Abel and guess what," Antonin asked.

"Yes?"

"He is going to be your new apprentice for the next abbot!"

"What? How old is he and what's his background," I asked surprised.

"Well, he is very young; twenty-nine. He has had the background of being such a great student and also the best person for your role. I heard he is a great man to get along with."

"Oh really? I can't wait to get to know him."

I sipped my last bit of tea and left to go to the group of monks and discuss more political plans. I wonder how Antonio would fit into my life. I already have enough to worry about with my personal and public life. This is going to be a handful.

"Antonio," I said.



I am deeply sorry for not writing in this journal for more than two years; however, I have been going into deep troubles. For the next two years, I have been teaching my apprentice about how to be a great abbot–like I am... was.
 * April 13th, 1790**

One year ago, Louis XIV has gathered all the three estates together to talk about the problems concerning the people who governed France. I'm not sure why he has done such a thing but, he has gotten furious and locked the estates in a huge room. The third estate was enraged and went to a tennis court–there they wrote an oath of trying to have equality in rights and bread!

Bread, bread, bread: That's what they fought for. I remember that peasant I gave crumbles of baguette to. Maybe if I gave her a little bit more bread, this wouldn't have happened.

The third estate has gotten crazy! They declared themselves to be the representatives of France, the National Assembly. Not to mention the fact that my children cannot go to their own schools for a year! These peasants are enraged and full of devotion to get what they want. The Church has sent the monks and nuns that we are going to back to our private lives! Private lives? What about our houses and foods?

Antonio has gotten furious of not having to experience the job as an abbot. As these two years passed, I became real close with Antonio. Even if he was much younger than me; I loved him like a son. He has done everything I asked nay, he has done everything for the good of everyone! I knew he had the potential to becoming a great abbot. I gave him my position earlier but, made a deal that my family still gains most of the wealth that a dear abbot would get.

A nun, Angelique Mullenax, was one of the first estate people who has become poor very fast. Remembering the work we have done, my dear butcher has offered her a stay at her house – of course firstly requesting for my permission, to which I said yes to.

Oh how much the nun would have been suffering! I can't even imagine. My dear family would go into a famine and soon die; The very thought propels me! I locked myself in my own separate bedroom and kept looking at my hands until I got used to it – to which I never got used to. Oh God! Please, let there be a happy ending for my family. Take my life for the happiness of my family, of my daughters.



**December 12th, 1800**
After ten demanding and hard-working years, I have never known how hard the third estate worked. I was still faithful to Catholicism but, having Robbespierre in charge for ten bloody years made everyone depressed. The idea of trusting anyone was incredibly and amazingly difficult. My dear neighbors would be noisy and ask me anything controversial; If there is something that the neighbors didn't like – there goes my head.

My years has been incredibly hard. The famine has gotten worse especially with the additional problem of having several wars with the Holy Roman Empire. I saw what Louis XIV did: He has made the country distracted with a war. These kinds of political moves are very sneaky and devious – otherwise, a devil's work. I see people dying everyday. It is an absolutely normal day if you hear twenty different cries of "mercy, mercy" before their execution from the deadliest machine of them all, the guillotine. (The Poor)

My daughters has been awfully depressed and lately bored. My wife has ditched me for a richer man – making my children even more depressed. This chaos gives bad environments for children to play in! I have been teaching little kids education revolving around religious terms secretly. Education is very important and children make up the future; It makes sense why I have been doing the actions I've been doing. I pray to God everyday about my sins of doing anything sneakily. Heaven! Please give apologies! I am in most need of a blessing!

However, the French government was starting to tear apart; A new leader emerged, Napoleon. Yes! Oh dear Napoleon! He has made tax collection more fair, removed dishonest government workers, public schools for ordinary citizens, wrote new sets of laws and gave the Church back some power! After hearing the great news, I went to the groom reserved a horse for ten coins. I'm sure the groom deserves ten coins for his hard work. I was very pleased with the horse and rode it to celebrating the honor of Napoleon.

That's when I saw it. A woman who had the most velvetiest-luscious-milk chocolate-divine-curly hair. Her face longed for sadness as she looked deep in thought; rather than my wife who was dumb-headed. I knew I just had to have her.

I jumped off my sturdy steed and strolled down to her direction. A stroke of luck just had appeared when fine music harmonized along the huge crowds of citizens.

I walked as casually as I could ever, laid my palm flat and bowed.

"May I have this dance, young divine mistress," I politely asked. "Oh," she giggled, "Why certainly," she replied.

We went to the dance floor where others did the famous hand dances. I smiled as I sneaked glances at the young pure milk face with elegant rosy cheeks. I gazed into her deep chocolate eyes as her dimples made as if the Sun gazed only upon her angelic lips. It is a sin to look as if i worshiped this woman; God, please forgive me. However, let me know this woman more.

"What is your name," I asked as we switched hand positions. "Jacqueline Marseilles, how about your majesty's," she asked. "Acel Fortier at your service."

She giggled. //Jacqueline Marseilles//... What a beautiful name. Thank you God for answering my prayers.