Wednesday, 23 October 2013

His English Was Perfect.

Okay, so I have decided to do a Beautiful People (which I have been thinking of doing for awhile) on Jacques (yeah, I'm having waaaay to much fun with him right now) from A Matter of Trust, and Amica (A-mih-kah) from Flames Through Rome. Here we go! And here are their pictures; hopefully you can tell which is which. :P

Amica's dress doesn't fit the time period, but the face does, and that's the important part anyway. :)

  • If your character’s house burned down, and they were left with nothing but the clothes on their back, what would they do? Where would they go?
Jacques: He would go to America, preferebly New York City, and get a job at an agency there. He has good friends there, so I've heard.

Amica: She doesn't actually have a home, being a slave of Nero, and coincidentally, in the story, Rome DOES burn, so........ she would try to find her parents, I guess. That was a funny coincidence. :)
  • Are they happy with where they are in life, or would they like to move on?
Jacques: He is very happy where he is, and would not want stuff to change.

Amica: I think she would not try to change where she is, but if something happened to free her, she would be extremely happy.
  • Are they well-paid?
Jacques: Pretty well.

Amica: She doesn't get paid. She's a slave.
  • Can they read?
Jacques: Yes! He loves to read!

Amica: Surprisingly for a slave, yes.
  • What languages do they speak?
Jacques: French, English, German and a little Scottish.

Amica: Hebrew and Aramaic. 
  • What is their biggest mistake? 
Jacques: Ooh, that is tough........ maybe getting a job at the Private Agency Company. That led to some big problems.

Amica: Uhhh......... I'm really not sure. Sorry. :)
  • What did they play with most as a child?
Jacques: Toy planes and trains.

Amica: She didn't get to play much, but she liked making houses out of sticks and making some strands of grass into a person.
  • What are their thoughts on politics?
Jacques: He isn't that interested in politics, actually. He does think that there should be less wars and that the government should turn to God for help instead of relying on their own ideas and plans.

Amica: She wishes that Nero would become a Christian.
  • What is their expected life time?
Jacques: 90 to 100 years. Jacques is really active and healthy.

Amica: 14 years.
  • If they were falsely accused of murder, what would they do? How would they react?
Jacques: He would be probably stunned at first, and then deny it. But he would be praying the whole time.

Amica: She would pray and ask God to show the accusing person that she was innocent. She wouldn't try to deny anything, because no one would believe her, a slave,. and she would probably jus be killed anyway for not agreeing with a person over her.

Mr. Kent was closest, and sprang to open it. He looked slightly disappointed when he saw a young man standing there, dressed not in a uniform but in regular, everyday clothes.
“Are you from the police station?” Mr. Kent asked, trying not to let his surprise and disappointment at not having an older man be standing there at the door show too much.
“I am, monsieur,” replied the young man, and his English was perfect. It was only the French accent, and the fact that he slipped French words into his speech now and then that kept Mr. Kent from thinking that the young man stepping through the doorway was not British. “My name is Jacques Calvet, how may I help you?” ~ A Matter of Trust.

Flames danced before her eyes, leaping and hissing, climbing higher and higher before her. Amica held herself stiffly, trying to keep as still as a mouse. Her fear of fire rose up within her and she pressed her lips together to keep from whimpering. Her head and neck hurt from tensing them so tightly, but she didn’t relax. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, fingernails digging into her palms.
Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, making her shoulders prickle, but she didn’t take her eyes from the flames. Her tongue felt thick and choking in her mouth, and she cold barely breathe. She could hear the men around her making the brand ready, yet she did not stir. ~ Flames Through Rome.

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