F+Peasant+7

3Name: Jean Maupassant Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Peasant Social Class: 3rd Estate Financial situation: Relatively Poor Appearance: 175 cm tall, thin, always wears worn and rugged clothes. 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: Outskirts of Paris Habitual locations: Farmland Daily routine: Work the land, harvest, and take care of the animals in the barn Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Hot tempered, often engages in fights with others, good with swords Past / Family History: daughter was killed by a noble stagecoach and ever since, loathes the nobles and swears to take them down one day. Family: Wife Gabrielle Maupassant, son Philippe Maupassant 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): Relatively good among his own class. However, having troubles with some 2nd estate members for paying tax in time and in proper amounts. Not having much trouble with the first estates since he is a good Catholic with strong beliefs to his religion Religion: Roman Catholic Education: None Style of speaking: Often swears Main privileges and/or conflicts: Having conflicts with the tax collector and the local noble. Portrait (avoid anachronisms -- clothing or objects in your portrait that are from the wrong time period):



Journal Entry 1 Dear Diary. Bloody hell! Life is hard indeed. I can't help myself but to cuss, cuss, and cuss. My only comfort in this living hell is talking to Bezu or drinking in the tavern with him. My god! I hate those tax collectors who collaborate with the local nobles and landowners to tick up the amount that we have to pay. Darned brutes! They think that we are stupid, but we all know what we have to know. With the price of the food skyrocketing, it's so hard for our little family to carry on. Some portion of the crops we harvest on the fields are almost all the time, taken away by the landowners. Tax collectors come every few days to persist me to pay the tax or otherwise.... Yes. Life is like living in hell. I feel terrible for my little son who is not growing up in a good condition because I can't provide him with sufficient amounts of foods. Today, in tavern, Bezu has told me that there are growing tension here and there. "People are going crazy with huger", he says, "They are ready for a revolt, a struggle for bread". I have noticed some rising anger in this little village too. Maybe Bezu is trying to coax me to join him with starting up the revolt here. I would want to consider it but it is just too risky. If we fail, we will be caught and executed for good! I have a family to take care but sometimes, I think it is worthwhile to die trying to show the dirty nobles what we are capable of doing. Oh well, it's quite late. I better be off sleeping so I can prepare for tomorrow's labor.

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