Edgar+Guillemette


 * Name: Edgar Guillemette **

**Gender: Male**
=== **Occupation: Currently a construction worker, dreams to be an architect** ===

=== **Financial situation: Not in an emergency level, but is poor that can't make his dream of being an architect come true. His family supported his education of architecture, but currently not possible. Makes money, but is only the amount of how much he has to use in one day.** ===

**Appearance: Short, Curly hair. Always cleanly shaved, small puffed cheek. Thick and big chin**
=== **Location ( [|Map of France], [|Map of Paris]) Lives near the construction site of the Bibliotheque Ste. Genevieve (Paris, Pl. Du Pantheon) ** ===

=== **Habitual locations: Lives in a small flat, shared with his friend/roommate. Very small, close to work** ===

=== **Daily routine: Wakes up very early in the morning, works in the construction site for hours, usually around 8 hours at work. Comes home, depending on the time, eats either lunch or a snack. For the rest of the day, he either studies his interest in architecture, or hangs with his friends in a bar** ===

=== **Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Kind, nice to everyone. A very giving person. Leaves home and lives independently, to help the families' wealth grow. Tries to give money to his family, but still not enough money to send. Hoping for a raise or changes in life in order to help the people around him.** ===

**Family: Parents still healthy, a brother that got sent to jail for the accuse of robbery, sister working and living independently.**
=== **Past/individual-family history: Barely any conflicts with his family, tries to help everyone in the house, everyone in the house tries to help each other out. No odd one out. Fully supportive family. Was as rich as the second estate, but the jail problem with Edgar's brother leads them to the third estate, heavy fines and taxes. Was able to support Edgar's dream, but had to fold because of his current situation.** ===

=== **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): Is very nice and a giving person to everyone, but somehow can not get along with upper class-men. His boss and work mates kind of uses him to get out of trouble or any situation that is badly faced on them.** ===

**Religion: Christian**
=== **Education: Family had some sort of education, basic knowledge of French literature (reading and writing), Edgar's improved knowledge of architect** ===

=== **Languages you speak: French and a bit of English** ===

=== **Main privileges and/or hardships: Main hardships are the fines, that Edgar took responsibility, of his brother in the jail.** ===

=== **Portrait ** ===

=**Journal #1**= July 14th, 1789 When I first visited Mr. Raoul Arpin's bookstore, I realized the resources of architecture was flourishing. I kept on visiting Raoul's bookstore multiple times. Soon I found out that a lot of copies of pamphlets by J.J Rousseau. People were influenced with the idea of "Change". When we heard that people from the National Assembly by the Third Estate were taking actions for a revolution, we knew that something was going to happen. More and more people started to come in Raoul's bookstore, finding for actions to take with ideas of Rousseau.

After the news of troops trying to break apart the National Assembly, people took action and broke in the Bastille Prison for arms and weapons. The news of the influential documents in Raoul's copies of pamphlets reached the soldiers' commander. He ordered the troops to find out about the documents and take it away; however, this gave lots of ideas from those documents.

During the day, people realized that Raoul's bookstore was in danger. People started gathering ideas of ways to stop the fight. I thought we had to fight back, but Raoul's thoughts were that this would cause bigger conflicts. We decided to move all the important documents into a storage space near the shop. It took days to move all the documents we thought it must be protected. When we came back, the bookstore were empty. Robbed, everything was gone.

Raoul and I decided to stay out of trouble, if possible. The pressure between the National Assembly and the "Royal Guards" were just too much. We saw more and more people were getting involved, but Raoul and I did not have the courage to join and act for the National Assembly.

=**Journal #2**= I was walking by the Romainville street looking for ideas for the new building I was assigned. The construction administrator asked me for ideas about the new building he was assigned. This was my time to show my skills and knowledge of Architecture. There lots of painting on the street but not any impressing ones. Then I saw the young artist named Joanna Chapelle's wheelbarrow. She drew imaginative landscapes, flowers and streets. It was fascinating, and it was perfect. I asked her if she can visit our project site with some ideas for buildings.
 * June 30th, 1791**

The next day, Ms. Chapelle visited our construction site with fresh, and vivid ideas. The manager was impressed by her work and got ourselves started on the work immediately. There were ideas getting ready to go and everyone was satisfied with this project. During the work flow, there were news about the King and Queen dressed in servants and got caught during the flee from France. People were shouting that they left their throne. My mind was rushing through thousands of thoughts. Will there be a bigger conflict? The future started to fear me of what might happen.

=Journal #3= October 1795 I feared the future but there were still thoughts about needs of change. Parts of my body just wanted to join the army but my legs didn't let me. My legs couldn't stand the weight whenever I saw a scene of conflict I just couldn't stand it. But this day was different. I joined a medium size army under the command of a man named Napoleon Bonaparte. He wanted to show and prove to gain the glory. When I first visited the army, I met a guy named Guillaume Rousseau. He was also scared like me, but he was one of the person who were also desperate of change. He was a bit younger than me, but we became closer as we went through the day in the army.

Around October, we were facing the royalists on the National Convention. We were told to defend the delegate, but we did not know we had to use violence. The commander shouted "FIRE!" but my fingers were not moving. Guillaume and I were frozen and our ears just ringing during the cannonade. My face became whiter and whiter and eventually had to fire. That night, I felt horrible. It felt like was gonna get beheaded for murder. I left the army right after that day and now I have to live through the day without being able to forget that incident.