Albert


 * Name:** Jean-Claude Barret
 * Age:** 50
 * Gender:** Male
 * Occupation:** ex-military general, now Duke of Gasconny
 * Social Class:** lower nobility
 * Financial situation:** rich
 * Appearance:** brown hair, brown eyes, mustache, short hair, tall
 * Daily routine:** Wake up, breakfast, hang out with friends, dinner, sleep
 * Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:** easily amused, logical thinking, bad temper
 * Past/individual-family history:** parents were third estates, but i became a military general so i moved up to the second estate and became a member of the lower nobility
 * Family:** Married with one son
 * Social relations with your own and other classes:** friends with a lot of the nobles, treats the peasants poorly
 * Religion:** Catholic
 * Education:** Highly educated
 * Style of speaking in France:** Fluent
 * Languages you speak:** French and English
 * Main privileges and/or conflicts:** don't need to pay taxes, I'm rich
 * Portrait:** Portrait of me 20 years ago
 * [[image:hamershoi_portrait.jpg width="199" height="263"]]

DIARY #1: BEFORE THE STORM**

Today, i woke up late and ate brunch with milady, Lorraine. As I walked out of my luxuriously decorated room with a king size bed with silk sheets, i realized how beautiful my garden was. There's a fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and flowers around it. Lorraine likes to garden, so this is her space. But she's not that good at keeping the flowers alive... so i secretly tell my servant to buy new flowers every other day to replace the ones my wife thinks she grew. We had bread, cheese, and scrambled eggs. My servants went into my room to make my bed, pick up the clothes, fold them up, and put them back into the closet neatly. Milady and I were talking about how lucky of us that we don't need to pay taxes. I remember saying "Haha, those low-lifes pay all the taxes and all we do is just bribe the tax collector £50. 50 is like nothing to us. Wahahahaha" After brunch, we went to Church and prayed for an hour. I am a strong Catholic believer, so I do this everyday. Afterwards, i went shopping with Lorraine. We went to buy new dresses for her, new suits for me, books, silk, and furniture for our new house. As we were walking down the streets of Paris, i saw the peasants of the third estate make faces at us and i think they were swearing at us for being richer than them and not needing to pay taxes. I just laughed at them and acted cocky and arrogant. There were also members of the third estate who protested about the taxes and how only they were being taxed. People were talking about how wrong the King is and stories about 'The Enlightenment'. "What kind of rubbish is this? The Enlightenment? Lower taxes? Wanting the same rights as me?" I thought. A few blocks later i overheard another group of third estates talking about how the nobles and the clergy should also pay taxes. They made excuses like "Oh, we're getting taxed so much that i can't support my family AND pay the taxes," or "If the nobles and clergy are so rich, why don't they pay taxes like the rest of us?" I got furious and i flicked them off. Why do i need to pay taxes? I earned my status. You can talk about having the same rights as me when you become a military general. This event made me want to go back home, so I did. I ate dinner, read a few passages out of the bible then went to sleep.


 * DIARY #2: FROM CRISIS TO REVOLUTION**

Today morning was like any ordinary morning. Breakfast with my wife, then i went out for a walk. I went to the market place with my servant to pick out what to have for breakfast and dinner. When i walked out of my mansion, i saw two third estate-ers outside my house. They seemed to be waiting for something, but i don't know what. It didn't really matter, i didn't like them anyway. So i insulted them by pushing my nose up with my thumb. I picked out two chickens (yes, i eat a lot. i know, then i just let my servant pick the vegetables. i think he got... lettuce, and some other vegges I don't know ... :D On my way back home, i noticed a group of young men who seemed like third estate-ers out in the middle of the street. From what i heard since my last diary entry, i thought "meh they must be talking about the no tax rubbish again. and same rights as me? what a joke. hahahaha" I walked past them and a group of what seemed like students walked by me and shouted "NO...TAX.....NO....TAX!! NO.... TAX.... NO.... TAX...." ....... what kind of bullsh** is that i told my servant. "monsieur (sir/mister), just ignore them. they don't know what they're talking about." "Meh... i suppose you're right. Let's go home then." When i went home, i looked for Lorraine to ask her if she wanted chicken for dinner. I called her name a few times and i heard her voice coming from the armory. I walked down to the armory and saw some of my weapons missing, so i asked what happened. She told me my son, Jacques Barret, came by this morning and took some of the weapons. That was when i realized the third estate-ers i insulted, one of them was my son. But what were they going to do with my weapons? The next day morning, i read on the newspaper "STORMING OF THE BASTILLE" and there was a picture, and MY SON WAS ON IT. ..... so i was actually part of this?

Then later that day when i was out with some of my friends in the market place, we heard rumors about what the third estate-ers are going to do next. "They're going to attack food convoys" "They're going to stop paying feudal dues" "They're gonna burn down their landlord's houses"

WHAT!?!?! The first I didn't really care. But the first? Not pay feudal dues? Burn down houses? Oh HEL* NO. They better not do that I thought. How else am I going to get my money then? Where am I going to live without my beautiful house?? I quickly went back home to see if there were any third estate-ers wandering around. None. Phew.... my mansion is safe. Since I was home already, I just went to my study room and started reading. Until all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a pair of butterfly daggers was at my throat. Apparently, a thin and tall guy demanded for bread or else he'd kill me. I was too scared to say anything and soon all my guards came in. The guy took me as hostage as he led me to the front of my mansion. Outside my mansion, a whole bunch of peasants and 3rd estate-ers were standing in front of my mansion! I told them saying that I was a relative to the king, hopefully that would make them scared. But instead, they forced me to town and locked me up... Now I can only hope that my friend Jean-Paul Girard can get here quick to save me...


 * DIARY #3: THE REIGN OF TERROR**

Days have passed since i have been captured and trapped in this dungeon. This disgusting dungeon. It doesn't even have a bathroom! Such bad hygiene. And the food... oh my god. What the hel* is this?!?! It's worse than what i had when i was a child of the third estate. It's like they were feeding me dog food or something. ew. I had to find a way to get out. How could they treat a noble like this? They have no authority over me. Took me another few days to figure out a way to get out. I tried digging a hole with my spoon. Nope. Pretending to be awfully ill, nope. Tried seducing the guard (in case he was a homosexual... xD), nope. I even tried to bribe him, nope. I told him i could make him a general of the Imperial Army, nope. You know what he said back? he said "psh. there is no more Imperial Army. We, the "San Cullotes", guillotined the King. He is a worthless piece of trash who did nothing for our country. The "Jacobins" will be our new leader and turn this whole country around." ... .... what was he talking about? san cullotes? the king is dead? the jacobins? This must be a nightmare. There is no way the King was touched by these.. 'san cullotes'. The king has so many guards, it's almost like he's invincble.

I begged the guard to let me go, but he just ignored me. I got desperate, so one day when he was giving me my food, i grapped his arm and pulled him towards me through the bars. Yes, im a buff 50 year old. I then grabbed his neck and put it under my armpit, choking him. He tried to scream for help, but he was already out of breathe and no one was near anyway. No one cared about an ex-military general who was trapped in a dungeon. The guard eventually stopped breathing, then i took the keys. Tried all of the keys, and i finally got out. I found the guard's pistol loaded on his desk, so i took it. I slowly walked up the stairs... Saw two guards by the door chatting. I took two shots, they both fell down. Both shots into the head. Heh, i still got my sharpshooting from many years ago (: I stopped and i thought for a moment. What if what the guard said was true...? What am i going to do? If someone else took over, then that means the social system is no more! THey'll treat the clergy and the nobles poorly... So i changed into one of the guard's uniforms and walked out onto the street. There were posters everywhere saying something like "YAY A NEW GOVERNMENT". I turned around and saw a mansion burning down. It took me awhile to realize... Oh my God, that's MY mansion! I ran back home to try and find Lorraine, but all i saw was that ninja third estate guy smirking. I sneaked up behind him, pointed the pistol at his head and said "Boo." Then he disappeared... What?!??!? I sat outside my mansion watching it slowly go down, hoping that Lorraine was okay. I almost cried, until she hugged me from behind, "I missed you." I turned around, grabbed her hand and we ran. To where? I don't know, but we ran. 