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Name: Tristan Pasteur

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Occupation: Tradesman

Social Class: Third Estate

Financial situation: enough to buy a few, very few, pleasantries; somewhere between poor and rich

Appearance: Some what strong, whitish hair, finely dressed.

Location: (Map of France, Map of Paris Must be in the Paris region. F’lssy, and nearby area (southwest of Paris)

Habitual locations: On the road, in a trading wagon, or in a shop

Daily routine: (typical day for you)

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: unpolitical, decisive, persuasive, quick thinker

Past/individual-family history: continues father’s trading tradition

Family: Brother is another merchant

Social relations with your own and other classes: (people you deal with or know about in the class, AND your opinions and feelings about them): Socializes with poor, thinks they’re good customers, socializes with nobles, thinks they’re snobby, socializes with travelers, undeceive

Religion: Christianity

Education: Reading, writing, trading

Languages you speak: French

Main privileges and/or hardships: able to trade at great prices, hard time keeping up with competition,

Portrait:




 * Tristan Pasteur**

Entry one: July, 2, 1789

Today I have collaborated with an old acquaintance, Francois Hollande,while trading in Paris. He is a quiet type lawyer, who is for revolution, but doesn’t express his thoughts. He thinks that there should be reform after witnessing a group of starving peasants. Mr. Hollande is a socially active person, and many people want him to help, but he is concerned about losing his head. He is making a bit of money, since there are a number of robberies (people need food, money, etc.) I am personally neither for nor against revolution. The war is good for business because I can trade my goods at great deals. There’s just a problem with supply and demand, as I have nearly been overrun by peasant mobs that wants food. I try to avoid soldiers, since they claim things in the name of Louis the XVI, but divide the spoils amongst themselves. I have learned how to hide my goods in view of the public, so I’m not losing as many goods as I used to. Many peasants, and a few nobles purchase or trade for my things, so I am indecisive on the revolution idea. It might be good for business, since people will have money, but right now people are raising prices for goods, which is excellent for business. Sure, I feel sympathetic about those who are less fortunate, but what can I do? I can’t feed an entire country, even if I saved up for 300 years. It’s been half a month since the Tennis Court Oath, and there has been lots of word in the streets, but no one is doing anything to reinforce it. But... I feel like something is going to happen soon, but will it be the French or The King that makes the first move? Either way, people still need food and supplies.

July 14, 1789. Turns out I was correct, and the Bastille was destroyed as I was trading about a block away! What a shock! I hope nobody got hurt, though I only saw one guard running down an alley.

Entry two: 21 January, 1793

Four days ago, some citizens of France were marching down streets throwing bricks, pot, etc., and many broke windows, doors, and walls. Today, as I was selling goods in Montmartre, I came across a gentleman named Leonardio Perisia. I met him when he was a child, and we were pals (it appears everyone who becomes a tradesman has lots of friends). Anyway, he had a friend who was a guard in the Bastille, who managed to escape harm on the fourteenth, nearly 4 years ago. Leonardio happened to be fixing a window, when I passed by and he asked for supplies. From him I confirmed that King Louis XVI was killed 2-3 hours ago, since he was repairing a roof nearby. I had heard rumors and such about it, but nothing completely concrete. This is an unusual event, because this will make King Louis XVI the first king of France to be executed!

For lunch, I was invited to dine with Leonardio, his family, and one of his friends, Pierre Leroy, who lost a ship recently. After eating a light meal of expensive bread, I pulled out a bottle of wine to refresh after a King's death. We passed the bottle around, but nobody said anything until the bottle was empty. We then talked about the death of King Louis the 16th, and he related about how the blade was lodged in his neck, and how the executioner had to jump //​onto// ​the blade to decapitate the King. I don't normal feel disgusted watching an execution, but this seems a little extreme. Think about have the pain in your neck before your death. After the chat, I excused myself and returned to the inn I was staying at.

Entry three: 15 October, 1800

It's been a long time. Many things have changed since the death of King Louis XVI.

As I was selling goods just before dawn, I met a carpenter that needed supplies to make a wooden chair, because his whittling tools cracked the night before. As I exchanged small talk with Alexandre Montague, I learned that he was in favor of the new hero of France, Napoleon Bonaparte. I am actually also in favor of Napoleon, due to the fact that he could defeat thousands within a few minutes, on that day 5 years ago, when royalists marched on the National Convention.

My life is turning out worse, because with the famine over, more people are becoming merchants and traders. With all the merchants and traders running around, I have much more competition. I can't sell things at high prices, and I can't sell things as fast as I could, because everyone finds another trader first! Why, I sure hope Bonaparte might start another war, and I can trade once more with the mobs.