D+Tavern+Keeper

Madeleine Gravois
Name: Madeleine Gravois

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Occupation: Tavern Keeper

Social Class: Third estate

Financial situation: I own a tavern, and earn a fair amount of money from providing shelter, giving out food and beer to people. I am pretty wealthy since a lot of people come to the tavern to drink beer and get something to eat.

Appearance: I have curly, blondish-brownish hair with brown eyes. My skin is pale.

Location of home and/or business: Paris

Habitual locations: I am usually at my tavern working, but I go to shops once in a while to buy recipes for food and beer.

Daily routine: I wake up early in the morning, around 5:30 AM in order to get ready to open the tavern. The tavern opens at 6:30, and I prepare beer and start making foods. As people come in, I serve for most of the day, and close the tavern at 1 o'clock in the morning. This is the routine from Monday to Saturday, but Sunday I sleep until about 8 o'clock, and usually go to the shop to buy the recipes.

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: I am a bit shy, but I still do my best of entertaining guests with jokes. I never tend to give up no matter how hard the task is. I am doing fairly well on running the tavern.

Past / Family History: Since my parents passed away when I was young, my aunt and uncle raised me. When both of them died, the tavern was passed onto me. I do not have anymore relatives left.

Family: My parents passed away when I was 7, so I was raised by my aunt and uncle. My aunt and uncle had passed away 2 years ago.

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): Although I am shy, I am able to get along with people well. The guests that come to my tavern usually like me, and when I go out, I always make new friends because I am fairly sociable.

Religion: Catholic

Education: Didn't get any proper education.

Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude): I speak neither formal nor crude. I speak typically, and sometimes down-to-earth.

Main privileges and/or conflicts: Since I am not married, I have to run the tavern all by myself, and I worry who I will pass the tavern to when I die.

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

Diary Entry 1 (Before the French Revolution)

It was another typical Tuesday. I got up early as usual, and guests started coming in since 7:00 AM. I gave the people bread first, and then as time passed, I gave them cooked fish. I got the fish from Claudia Gaston yesterday. I was giving a table beer, when someone unexpected came in. He was Alaire Depaul, who I met a few days ago. I was on my way to the shop, when someone dropped their handkerchief. I picked it up for him, and we talked for a bit. I told him I own a tavern, and told him my name. I really didn't think I would meet him again, but having to see a very rich person come to my tavern felt good. I hope people like him comes to my tavern to drink beer. I would be glad to welcome them anytime!

- Madeleine Gravois

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Diary Entry 2 (During the French Revolution)

The French Revolution has begun a few weeks ago. Peasants were rebelling everywhere, burning down houses, it was a disaster. There were many people coming into the tavern to ask for a place to sleep. I lowered the price just a bit so that people can actually buy the sleeping spots. I became busy because people needed food, and I had to constantly go and buy the recipes for the meals. It was difficult for me because I had to clean up all the trash left over and clean up the mess the guests made during the night, so that other guests can sleep in the next night. Thankfully, my tavern wasn't burned down because it was inside a forest, so it was hard to see. It didn't stand out, but guests found their way because I had friends who knew about my tavern. People I've never seen, such as a wig maker and a dressmaker came to sleep and eat. I hope everything turns out well, and I really hope this horrible war will end soon.

Diary Entry 3 (After the French Revolution; Napoleon's Reign)

Finally the war ended! Although the country looks like a disaster, peace came to France. Louis XVI, our past king, was finally gone! To tell the truth, I disliked him. I think he didn't make any good choices. He wasn't a good king! Our new ruler, Napoleon, was expanding the country. I still had people coming in the tavern for food and beer, mostly beer, because the war ended, and everyone was happy. I earned a lot of money these days, since happy men came to drink beer. Not many people came to sleep though. One day, a beggar came, and asked for a place to sleep. I told him that he needed to pay, but he said he doesn't have money. I couldn't let him in, though, so I sent him away. I felt sorry for him, but what else could I have done? This is my job and I can't do anything else.

Profile: A tavern-keeper is not part of the second estate. 9.5/10 Diary 1: 9/10 Diary 2: No illustration 9/10 (-1.5 late) = 7.5/10 Diary 3: No illustration 9/10 (-1.5 late) = 7.5/10