I was born...
And then I died--guillotined at the ripe old age of 26. But I made my mark upon the world, the one and only original Angel of Death.I condemn the dust of which I am made, this dust that speaks to you now. It can be persecuted, it can be brought to death. But I challenge the world to take from me that part of me which will live through the centuries and survive in the skies.
Onto the usual biographical facts we go:
Before the Revolution:
I was born 25 August 1767 in the town Decize located in the province formerly known as Nivernais in France. My father was a retired calvary officer and my mother the daughter of a notary. (Some say I had nobility in my blood, but that is not true; my father won l'ordre royal et militaire de Saint-Louis.) He died when I was around ten years old, and after that I became what's considered an unruly child to say the least. Bah, I never liked my family, anyway. Instead, her wish was for me to enter the priesthood! (If I was growing up in this era, I would have definately been forced to take that mind control drug you people refer to as "Ritalin".) Well, I had other plans and in '86 I ran away from home with the family silver. The fact that my girlfriend and love of my life, Therese, married some noob of "better birth" only compounded my distress. My dear dear mother then had me tracked down and thrown into prison for wayward youth for six months. At least I got in enough gambling and fornicating to last a life time before that. In prison, I wrote a satirical mildly pornographic poem, Organt au Vatican, which I later published anonymously in '89. I got out of prison by agreeing to attend law school at Rheims which was notorious for selling degrees. Everyone went to law school at that time. Lawyers, lawyers everywhere...
The Revolution:
I'll fill the rest of this crap out later. Being dead is not nearly as painfull as being alive, but it's just as lonely and much more boring. Google me in the meantime.
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