F+Haberdasher


 * Name:** Alexandre Gasbourg


 * Age:** 18


 * Gender:** Male


 * Occupation:** Haberdasher


 * Social Class:** 3rd Estate


 * Financial situation:** Poor, but richer than peasants


 * Appearance:** Tall, pale boy with medium length blonde hair.


 * Location of home and/or busi****ness: Must be in the Paris region, but doesn't have to be IN Paris: (Use these maps to find your neighborhood: Map of France, Map of Paris ):** Lives in NewWilly. Works within Paris.


 * Habitual locations:** Streets of Paris where he sells his works


 * Daily routine:** Wake up and help mother prepare breakfast. Walk to Paris with brother and sell hats and gloves. After day's work, purchase some material to create hats and gloves back home. Create hats and gloves at night after dinner. Sleep.


 * Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:** Doesn't obey orders easily. Hates being hungry. Likes to have own thoughts. Believes people are treated unfairly.


 * Past / Family History:** Lived in France for entire life.


 * Family**: Mom and Dad (Deceased), one older brother(WheelWright)

WheelWright: Thinks highly of WheelWrights because he always looked up to his brother when he was young. Believes that being a WheelWright is challenging because it is his brother's occupation.
 * 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):**


 * Religion:** Catholic


 * Education:** Somewhat educated. More than peasants.


 * Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude):** Straightforward, easy to understand

Is able to earn enough money to support family with his brother. Earns enough money to be able to save up. Has big network of friends for being a haberdasher (Peasants usually buy hats and gloves and nobles also in some occasions). Bad relationship with Royal Guard from when he was caught trying to sneak into castle to sell hats and gloves.
 * Main privileges and/or conflicts:**
 * Portrait (avoid anachronisms -- clothing or objects in your portrait that are from the wrong time period):**

Diary #3

12/7/11

Today I had to say farewell to my brother the WheelWright as he left to join the army. It saddened me deeply to see him go but he had a determined look on his face. Lots of people were joining the army now. I guess that Napoleon guy was a real hero. People were signing to serve him everywhere! I wondered if I should sign up but decided not to. If I did, who would be able to look after the family?!

I started to wonder if Napoleon would turn into an [|Absolute Monarch] like Louis XVI. I still remember the day he died. Many cheered for his death, my Mom being one of them. I was quite shocked at her reaction. I never thought anyone could be happy at someone else’s death.

I went to work as usual in Paris. I felt a bit uncomfortable when I had no one to walk with. In Paris I went to buy some bread to bring back to cheer up poor mother. She cried buckets when brother announced his depart.I approached the bakery and was shocked. The price of bread increased even more! I tried to argue with the Baker to lower the price a little but he wouldn’t listen. I tried to bargain with hats and gloves but the price did not waver. In the end I had to use much of the contents of my wallet. I tried to sell more of my work in order for my wallet to gain some weight, but today just wasn’t my day. Customers had no interest in buying hats and gloves. They were all busy thinking about joining the war. I guess they could get there own hats and gloves in the military.

As I write this diary at home, I can’t shrug off the thought of joining the military. I miss my brother lots, but I know that I can’t leave my mother. She would starve to death without any of us assisting her. I’ll just have to make my decision tomorrow. Maybe the military can pay me for my service? That would be great if it was possible. I remember hearing about wars. I sure hope brother doesn’t die in battle.

12/06/11

Diary #2

Today seemed just like an ordinary day, until I heard news about the storming of the Bastille. I couldn’t believe those people were brave enough to do that! I would have been terrified to go against the King. My mother told me that the people were right to do what they have. She said that she’s been expecting this for awhile now. Apparently, there were rumors flying about going against the King! I took my usual walk to Paris and started to sell hats and gloves in the streets. I heard much complaint about taxes as I entered a restaurant. There was also a certain name that was brought up frequently during conversations of the customers, but I can't remember it now. I just sat down and ordered some lunch. It actually tasted great, so I decided to throw in a little extra payment to the cook. The cook told me his thanks personally as I exited the restaurant. Outside, I saw a Nun begging for food. She started to cling on to me, asking for food, so I had to give her a few bruises to get rid of her. I mean, I was in a pretty hard situation myself. I couldn't go around helping others before helping myself! I tried gathering the attention of a group of women. I approached them but decided to back off due to their enraged voices. They were arguing about the rise in the cost of bread. As I write this, I just realized that the price of bread //has// been rising recently. I guess I just didn't notice it before. If I remember correctly, the women also seemed as if they wanted to kill the King. I surprised by how much these rebellious ideas have spread! Now that I think about it, I would have those rebellious ideas myself. Bread is one of the things my family eats everyday, and without it, we would all starve. I can't believe I've never acknowledged the importance of something so simple! Now I'm starting to wonder if these ideas might ruin me and my brother's business. I need to sell hats and gloves, and he must sell wheels, in order to support the family. Who knows if the price of wood or cloth might go up? I sure hope not. I should start stacking up on materials just in case.



12/03/11

Diary #1

Today, with my brother The WheelWright, I walked from home to Paris. It was the morning so we were very sleepy. I had to bring my bag of hats and gloves so it was a tiring journey. We split ways when we entered Paris. I walked through the streets and shouted for people to buy my products. It was just another ordinary day. I met my brother again at noon and had lunch together. We walked to a bakery and bought a loaf of bread. We complained that the bread became a little more expensive than before but the shopkeeper just snorted in frustration. After lunch, I was able to sell seven hats to random people I met in the streets. I was pleased with my earnings. At about 6 pm, brother and I walked back home. I noticed something interesting today. As I walked through the streets of Paris, I saw a difference in hats. The peasants hats were mostly cloth wrapped around their head, but nobles had large wigs and tall hats in strange shapes. I took notice of this fashion and decided to create more stylish hats for the peasants.