F+Peasant+5

Name: Bezu Leblanc

Age: 23

Gender: Male Occupation: Peasant

Social Class: 3rd Estate

Financial situation: Poor

Appearance: 168cm tall, thin, no hair, dirty clothes

Location of home and/or business: Outskirts of Paris Habitual Location: Farmland Daily routine: Farming and taking care of the animals.

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Hot tempered, often drinks heavily, good fighter

Past / Family History:Chased away by a local noble of Bordeaux, has deep hatred towards the noble class. Family: a wife and 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): Jean Maupassant(his my good friend)

Religion: Roman Catholic

Education: None

Style of speaking: Often curses

Main privileges and/or conflicts: Has trouble with the local noble about taxes.

Portrait (avoid anachronisms -- clothing or objects in your portrait that are from the wrong time period): Diary #3

It was more worse than before because Napoleon was in charge.

Diary #2

The French Revolution started.. I was afraid and hungry. I was taxed on everything and all of my earnings went to tax. I was mad that they are taking my money to make something I can't even use. I have no idea why I have to pay for rich people when they can pay for themselves. With anger I went to Jean Maupassant and asked him to protest with me. Jean Maupassant and I joined a group of people and went to Paris. I think some people wanted to just get some bread so they could survive and others were mad about getting taxed on everything. They were taxed on the things they don't use, also all of their earnings were going to the landowner which made the people very sad and mad. Large groups of people went to Paris to protest and this became a huge problem. I decided to stay quite because I don't have that much of a power to talk and share my opinions.

Diary #1

Today I had to make 200 wooden tables before dinner. It was horrible. My hands felt like they’ve been broken and didn’t have enough energy to move around and make tables. I started making table in the early morning. I did 100 tables by noon and almost died. I personally think cropping is better than making 200 tables a day. At noon my friend Jean Maupassant came over to my place. Jean Maupassant is a older friend, but he is the only friend that I have. I had to make tables during my friend was over, so when I was making tables we talked about each others life. My friend helped me make few tables. After that he got tired and wanted to go to his farm, but he had to go because he has his tasks that he needs to do at his farm. Sending him made me sad because I had no one to talk to. After sending him I worked on the tables fast as I could and tried my best to make it like a table. I succeed to make 200 tables by dinner. I thought my landowner was going to give me a treat for doing a good job or let me rest for the rest of the day, however that wasn’t what my landowner was thinking of. He said right away that I needed to deliver all of those 200 tables to nearby villages. I asked him for a kart to put in the tables I made, so I could deliver them easier. That wasn’t the case. There were no karts or any other transportation that I can use to deliver my tables. I got really furious and blew up. I talked to my landowner like his my friend. My landowner was so shocked he froze. I think my landowner seeing me rage at him because of the work I get he felt sorry. He let me go this time. Other wise I would be dead already. I started to move tables to nearby villages one by one after dinner. Dinner was usually bread and a glass of water. Moving every table got me sick at the end. I finished moving all of the tables by mid-night. I went to the farm and slept. I just hoped I didn’t have to do the same thing over again tomorrow because than I will really die.

Profile: 10/10 Diary 1: Only one link. No illustration. 8/10 Diary 2: Only one link. No illustration. 9/10 Diary 3: Incomplete. 0/10