F+Wig+Maker

Gaston Moreau
 * Age**: 24


 * Gender**: Male


 * Occupation**: Wig Maker


 * Social** **Class**: 3rd Estate


 * Financial** **situation**: Poor, slightly below average,


 * Appearance**: Brown, short, hair, pale skinned, skinny, not so tall, dark grey eyes, high nose, young looking


 * Location of home and/or business: 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 in Paris


 * Habitual** **locations**: Works at workshop in Paris and houses of his clients


 * Daily** **routine**: Wakes up at 5 a.m and help to prepare breakfast with his mother. Goes to Paris. Helps his client, an abbot, to get him ready for the day. Buys materials for wigs, takes orders from clients, makes wigs, delivers the wigs. Has lunch, and continues with making wigs. Heads back home at 7 p.m. Eats dinner, helps with little house choruses, go to sleep at 9 p.m.


 * Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits**: Calm, friendly and respectful. Passionate about his work. Artistic and has quick hands. Careful about not making mistakes, and is proud of his products.


 * Past / Family History**: Grandfather was a wig maker and passed down the job to father who passed it down to Gaston. Grandmother was a tailor. Both grandparents passed away long before Gaston was born. Mother is a midwife. All was born and lived in France.


 * Family**: Father is dead, mother is alive. Has one younger sister, 21 years old, who is already married to a baker and has three kids.

Abbot : Acel Fortier, one of Gaston's daily clients. Thinks he is stubborn and selfish, but never show or say it aloud and keep quiet around him. He is sometimes nice, giving him bread after the work is done. Tailor : Leon Fortescue, neighbor worker. Is trusty, and often have the same customers. Easy to work with, and helpful. Dressmaker : Lucie Petite, another neighbor worker. Thinks she is caring and quiet, but is afraid to make her mad which she often does.
 * 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**: Poor education, able read a few simple words, can barely write. Learned how to make wigs since he was 7 from his father.


 * Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude)**: Casual and amiable with friends and family. Formal during his work and communication with his clients.

Gaston has connections with many people from first and second class, being his clients. However, Gaston earns less than he’s supposed to, because most of his clients doesn’t pay right away and owe him a lot of money. He can't say anything about that, because most of his clients are powerful and rich. This is the reason why he is slightly below the average line of poverty.
 * Main privileges and/or conflicts:**

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

**Diary Three** April 23, 1802 Finally, peace is here for the first time in ten years. Napoleon, our new leader, has sorted out the chaotic mess from the revolution. Although he is like a dictator, he is actually making the country to be stable and settled. He had stopped the war between the neighboring countries Austria, Britain and Russia. Also, he established an efficient method of tax collection and a national banking system. This allowed me to save more money than I used to, since I was paying less amount of tax. I was so happy. I can even by bread once every week now! I don't have to be hungry all the time, and I don't have to save the bread. I could support my mother better. Feeling good about the money and food and the new leader, I decided head towards the wine merchant to have a glass of wine today. II heard many people talking about Napoleon. Most of them liked him, and praised how brave he was at the battles and what a great ruler he is. Then, as I looked at the front door, I saw a familiar face that I recognized. He was a beggar, poorly dressed with tattered clothes. However, something about that boy seemed familiar. Then I realized that he was my once used-to-be apprentice, Leo Dupont! I was so surprised. I haven't heard from him since he left my workshop after his sister had a bad scarlet fever. Now, he was standing right in front of me, looking poorer than anyone I knew! I quickly sat him down and asked him billions of questions. Apparently, her sister died, and his parents died as well, due to a burning house. I felt so sorry for him. He was so thin, weak, and pale. He seemed to be surprised to see me too. After a long talk, he asked me if he could be my apprentice again. I accepted him with joy. I missed him, he was so kind and obedient and skillful. We headed back towards my workshop together. As Leo practiced again with wig making, I delivered my wig, one of the orders I had several weeks ago. It was to a kind countess, who had three children and was fairly rich. When I got to her house, she asked me how I was doing and I told her I was fine, better than before. She praised about Napoleon and his acts. Although she was from Second Estate, she felt pitiful towards the Third Estate so she thought that the equality for taxation was fair and reasonable. I am really glad, Diary, to see France in peace. It seems like everyone in France is happy. I didn't feel so hungry for the first time. My mother was happy too. I wish this would continue on, with no more blood and riots and chaos. "Napoleon Bonaparte | University of Pennsylvania | Department of English." //University of Pennsylvania | Department of English//. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Dec. 2011. .

**Diary Two ** July 27, 1789

A lot of things have been going on these few days, and I took part in it. First, we formed our own National Government, to be the representative government without any unfair treatments compared to the First and the Second Estates.Then, we pledge an oath at a tennis court, pledging to stay until we draw upon a new constitution. I decided to take part in this because working my job for more than fifteen years, I noticed how different it was in the world of the First and the Second Estates. They were so luxurious, wore nice clothes, slept in warm bed, and had far less things to worry about than us. I always envied how they never worried about food for the next day, and had soft bread for every meal. Since young, I felt unfair about these differences and decided right away to take part in this great opportunity that might finally end this social hierarchy.

Then, the big even happened. As I was walking past the bread store, I overheard the market stall owner talking something about Bastille. Being curious, I went over to ask what was going on. Apparently, the revolutionaries were going to Bastille in search of gunpowder for protection against any armies. Excited, I eagerly wanted to participate. I wanted to show how strong we were.

As I went back to my workshop to find any weapons, I decided to stop by the tailor's shop. I told him that we were going to have our very first big move. He didn't seem very interested, though. I started to persuade him about how unfair it is, for us to live in such poverty and people in the streets getting hungrier everyday with price of bread still increasing. However, he only stayed neutral, and told me he was afraid that this might fail. Disappointed, I went back to my shop and packed any sharp materials I had.

While we were charging and trying the fight off the guards at the gate of Bastille, I noticed the dressmaker, passing by the gate of the prison. I saw her struggling to get through the angry mob and fell down. Being my neighbor worker, I helped her up and told her to get out of the way because it was going to be dangerous.

The attack was successful. We seized control of the building and killed several guards and prison commander. I felt so excited, thrilled, and I could hear my heart beating very fast. I couldn't believe that I was actually attacking, and fighting, and even killing.

These days, the whole town of Paris suddenly became full of energy. I've never seen such a lively Paris before in my life. I hope that when this revolution is over,and it comes to our success, we would be able to eat and buy bread like we used to.



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**Diary One ** February 13, 1788

Today was a very busy day for me. As soon as I arrived at Paris, I went to my usual client, the abbot, to help get him ready with his wig. He felt generous today and gave me a huge loaf of bread. I kept it and brought it back home, and shared it with my mother. It was cold by then, but was still edible.

I had new clients today, a groom and his bride, who wanted me to make their wigs for the wedding that was soon going to take place. When I stepped into their huge house, I saw lots of expensive and rare furniture and could immediately tell that these clients were very powerful and rich. I met my neighboring worker, tailor there. He was planning out the wedding dress for the bride and the groom's clothes. The groom told me that he wanted a white wig, with calm and elegant details. The bride just wanted a fancy wig, as fancy as it could be. She wanted it to be high with lots of ribbons and curls. I got their orders, and went back to my workshop to work on my new task.

Luckily for today I didn't run out of any materials and I think I could use with what I have for few more days. I feel happy about the new wigs I'm making. They are worth quite a sum of money. I just hope that this couple would pay me directly. So many of my clients are owing me so much money. If I had received them, I wouldn't have to worry about daily foods everyday, especially since the price of the bread is skyrocketing.

I spent the whole day today working on those two wigs. I had a late lunch and skipped dinner when I came back home. After helping my mother with house chorus, I went straight to bed. It is not an easy job, and the bride made such a detailed and specific requirements that I had to be really careful. I am afraid that I would make mistakes. If I do, I would have to work all over again. I'll have to continue working on it tomorrow. Well wish me luck, diary, to not make any mistakes on these wigs. I'll try to write to you soon!

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