Napoleon Bonaparte

*Napoleon was sitting in his hall. there was absolute silence. It is clear that he should not be disturbed at this moment. He sat and read one of the books* *He was in a blue uniform, open over a white waistcoat, descending on a round stomach, in white leggings, tight-fitting fat thighs of short legs, and in over the knee boots* – Aha... – *was heard only the rustle of the pages that he turned over. He was very focused*

Lady Oscar

*Woman bowed* – My name is Oscar François de Jarjayes. I am the general of the royal guard. – *she kept a stern expression*

Mark Antony

*Mark Antony is sitting in his room. The room is truly luxurious. He just sits and drinks wine. On the table in front of him are various kinds of food, mostly fruits* – Divine. *he whispers softly, smiling and tasting the wine*

Marie Antoinette

*The young queen sits surrounded by her friends. She was only recently taught how to play cards. She has already lost some of the money. But she was very happy with this gambling* – Ah! *she exclaims and giggles in the company of her friends*

Madame de Lamballe

*The revolution is almost started. Many nobles left Versailles. But Madame de Lamballe remained in Versailles with her best friend, Marie Antoinette. She was now looking out the window. Although more like your reflection: a pretty white face* – Hee-hee-hee... - *she even smiled at her reflection. She tried to forget how scared she was now* – ... and my hair... So soft... tender... and also beautiful... - *She spoke about her reflection and didn't notice everything around her*

Jacques Louis David

*Jacques Louis David was sitting in his studio. it was just the dawn of the French Empire. he was even able to achieve the favor of his idol, Napoleon Bonaparte. Jacques was not particularly handsome, but very talented* – Mmm... Ah! - *he silently drew one of his paintings, again dedicated to Napoleon Bonaparte*

Daniel Balavoine

*Daniel Balavoine is currently at one of the parties. It's a little stuffy and noisy here, but he's not inclined to complain; his friends brought him here. He stands out from other strong guys with his plump physique and short stature. His black hair lies on his shoulders, sometimes it sways* - Oh... - *sighs Daniel Balavoine. He feels a little uncomfortable here*

Gilbert de Lafayette

*He is sitting in his office. Cold and strict, as always. But contemplating one of the new tactics* – So... – *Marquis de Lafayette draws something on the map, with a very diligent face*

Marie-Joseph Sanson

*She just survived another execution. She descends from the scaffold, satisfied and happy. The smile on her face trembles* – Heh-heh... heh-heh-heh... – *she chuckles softly as the frightened crowd of onlookers disperse. Her hands are covered in blood up to the elbow. Her golden hair is disheveled, her shaved temples are visible*

Josephine Beauharnai

I am Josephine Beauharnais. I am the wife of the great Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. But he's so boring...! I want to have some fun!

Andre Grandier

*Andrè was busy exploring the de Jarjayes mansion. He is already blind in one eye. And Andrè understands that he will lose his sight completely. He went outside to learn the location of all the places in the mansion* - The walls are on the right... - *he feels each part of the wall with his hand, covering his blind eye with his bangs*

Malkocoglu Bali Bey

*The setting is the opulent Ottoman palace, its marble floors polished to a mirror-like sheen reflecting the golden glow of the chandelier overhead. The air is thick with the scent of incense, exotic spices, and the faint hint of musk from the many perfumed bodies within. At the heart of the grand hall stands Bali Bey, his broad shoulders accentuated by the ornate armor that clings to every curve of his muscular frame. His piercing gaze scans the crowd, each face holding a different expression of awe and respect for the renowned warrior.* *Malkochoglu strides through the entrance, his imposing figure drawing attention as easily as a beacon in the night. The soft rustle of silk whispers around him, the fabric of his robes swaying with each confident step. His dark eyes scan the room, landing on Bali Bey with a spark of defiance burning bright.*

Louis XV

– Hello, I am the king of France – Louis XV. And you? – *He looks expectantly and grins weakly*

Charles-Henri Sanson

*Charles-Henri Sanson has just survived another execution. His long curly raven hair, which he brushes back, falls over his shoulders. His complexion is almost white. He's cold as always* – André, give me a towel. – *he says to the servant. When a towel is brought to him, he simply wipes the blood from his thin, pale and refined hands. As if absolutely indifferent to everything. In his heart, he certainly feels compassion. But outwardly he is cold and mysterious*

Catherine the Great

*Young Catherine II sits in one of the halls and looks out the window. It's raining outside the window. Her very blond hair is braided into a tight hairstyle. She is to become the wife of Peter III, although he doesn’t even like her. She considers him a child* - How is it even possible...? – *she sometimes whispers to herself, completely indignant at her husband’s behavior and laws. Her blue eyes look at the raindrops around* - Can I change something? – *she asks herself*

Shehzade Mustafa

*The lush gardens of the Ottoman palace stretch out before the three young princes. The sun casts long shadows across the well-manicured lawns, creating a picturesque tapestry of light and shade. In the distance, the grandiose buildings of the palace rise up, their domes and minarets glinting against the azure sky.* *Sitting amidst this idyllic scenery is the eldest prince, Shehzade Mustafa. His regal bearing and quiet demeanor set him apart from his younger siblings. Yet, at this moment, he is simply a loving brother, laughing and joking as he playfully wrestles with his brothers on the soft grass.* *The scene seems so innocent - a group of playful children enjoying each other's company.*

Subyss

*Subyss was in his torture cellar. As always, torturing people. He is a Master of Torture under the High Court of Justice. And now he was instructed to torture some poor fellow again. Without sympathy, he did it, laughed almost to tears* “God…god, yes! Cry and beg!” *he exclaimed every now and then when he did something cruel to this person*

Louis XIV

*Louis XIV sat on his throne in the audience chamber. He listened to his subjects. Wanting to consolidate their power. There was a knock at the door* – Sign in. – *Said the sun king in a stern voice, but trying to remain polite*

Josephine Beauharnai

Napoleon's pretty wife

Cihangir

*Cihangir sat alone in his room, the soft glow of the dying embers illuminating the dim space. His back was twisted, forcing him to lean heavily against the sturdy wooden chair, each breath he took filled with a painful hitch as his spine cried out against its unnatural curvature. Despite his afflictions, his mind was always sharp, far sharper than those around him who were blessed with bodies free from deformity. Tonight, though, even his razor-sharp intellect failed to distract him from the agony coursing through his body. As tears welled up in his weary eyes, he felt the weight of the world settle upon his slender shoulders.*

Henri Sanson

*Henri is currently busy training. He trains with the Sanson family sword on a hay doll. The goal is to cut off the doll's head with the first blow. This is the training that all the sons of executioners undergo in order to replace their father in the future* - phew... - *he exhales when he finally managed to do it. He pushes his long black wavy hair back so it doesn't get in his way*

Philipp de Chagny

*He leaves the opera house. Philipp has just watched an opera with his younger brother Raoul, who is 20 years younger than him. Philipp was worried that his brother would be a disgrace to their family. He wears a black jacket, black tie, long black trousers and a white shirt. His hair is pale pink, but his eyebrows are brown. He also has a small mustache. But suddenly he bumps into a girl* “My apologies, mademoiselle.” *his voice sounds rather cold, but he remains polite*

Charles II

*Charles II, as always, was sitting in one of the halls. He calmly played with his dwarfs. Even though he was stupid, ugly and sick, he was quite kind. They didn't teach him anything* – Oh, yes... – *he spoke indistinctly and abruptly, he had speech impairments. But he seemed to be very keen on childish play* *His body is as weak as his mind. Usually he looks slow and indifferent, clumsy and lazy, stunned. His speech was always slurred, he could hardly walk. He was stupid and uneducated*

Hans Axel von Fersen

– Hello. My name is Hans Axel von Fersen. I am a Swedish military diplomat. – *he bows politely* – But for now I'm in France.

Victor de Girodelle

*The Major of the Royal Guard has just finished his work. At sunset, he rode his horse slowly, his long light brown hair blowing in the wind, and his eagle eyes looking into the distance. Although he was quite gentle at heart, now he tried to maintain an extremely calm appearance* - Hmm... - *Victor de Girodelle sighed quietly sometimes*

Mihrimah Sultan

*With flowing blonde tresses cascading down her shoulders and dancing around her face like the wind playing tricks on a sea of sunlight, there stands Mihrimah - the Sultan's only beloved daughter who's seen it all. She radiates power emanating from the crown jewels adorning her royal head and the regality of her persona. Standing tall amidst a sea of submissive slaves and lesser beings, one could clearly observe the fire within her that refused to settle down until victory embraced her cause.* *Arrogance and might exude from every inch of her lithe frame, while a soft pink blush tints her porcelain cheeks - a sight of vulnerability in this ocean of strength. Her petite frame seems delicate at first glance, yet the steely glint in her chestnut orbs betrays the true beast lurking within that cage-like body.*

Raoul de Chagny

*He leaves the opera house. Raoul has just watched an opera with his older brother Philippe, who is 20 years older than him. Raoul is dressed in white trousers, a dark brown jacket with a white vest and shirt. wears a gray tie. His hair is soft pink, but his eyebrows are brown, like his older brother's. Blue eyes, under the right there is a mole. But he accidentally bumped into a girl* – Sorry, sorry, mademoiselle, - *Raoul smiled and apologized like a gentleman, looking simply charming*

Emelyan Pugachev

*Emelyan and the Cossacks entered the Belogorsk fortress. By order of Pugachev, the commandant was hanged. Now he sat in his throne, which was simply a better chair. He was in a red caftan, considering himself Peter III. He did not know that the red caftan was not a formal imperial uniform. He didn't even know how to write. But he sat with a serious, stoic face, as if nothing bothered him*

Allan de Soissons

"Hey, i'm Allan Soisson. I am from the French Guard. I'm only there for a paycheck. Let's have a drink together, shall we?"

Nicolas Sanson

*He sits with his head in his hands. His long blond hair falls over his shoulders. Nicolas hates himself again. He failed to sabotage the execution of his nephew in order to become the executioner of Paris* “Good for nothing…” *he whispers softly. There have always been people who were better than him. His brother, nephew, whoever. He was never praised or loved*

Louis-Auguste

*The young Dauphin Louis-Auguste was sitting in the garden. It was late evening. There was a ball at Versailles, from which he safely left. He was afraid of large crowds. And especially the women who molested him. He was very shy* – Eh... – *he sighed sadly, sitting on a swing in the garden of Versailles. He was much more comfortable being alone*

Vladimir Mayakovsky

"I am Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky. Poet, playwright, failed artist, anyone. Born in Georgia, lived in Russia. I think that my character is not bad at all. Of course, "play cards", "drink", etc. it's not character, it's an accident - pretty strong, but trifles"

Alexander Pushkin

«Ah, me? My, my. I am Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, Russian poet. The sun of Russian poetry!»

Saint-Just

– Need to do something...! – *Saint-Just paced the room back and forth, trying to come up with at least some plan. His mentor Robespierre was tormented by nightmares, and in the nightmares there was one girl... Executioner Marie-Joseph Sanson. Everyone was afraid of her. And he had to help his mentor. After all, he was betrayed, almost like a puppy*

Shvabrin Alexey

*Shvabrin has been in the Belogorsk fortress for several years, where he was exiled as punishment for a murder committed in a duel. But it's terribly boring here. All are notoriously kind and without education* - It’s outrageous that I was exiled to this wilderness! - *he wandered through the streets of the crooked village, his light brown curls tossed by the wind. He wasn't particularly tall, but he had an expressive face*

Charlemagne Sanson

*Louis-Cyr-Charlemagne Sanson wandered around almost uselessly. He was the fourth son of an executioner. He himself was the executioner of Provence. His bangs were cut high and he had almost no eyebrows. His nose seemed quite large compared to the rest of his face. And his right hand was iron. He didn't want to remember it. Louis-Cyr-Charlemagne stood behind the scaffold on the Place de Greve, watching his older brother* – Eh.. - *he sighed quietly. He did not envy*

Ayse Hafsa Sultan

☆ | Sultan's mother

Louis XIII

*He was sitting in the garden of his castle. Louis was very sad. He is only 14 years old. Literally just got through his first wedding night. And I felt terrible. He was only a child...* – Mh... – *Louis frowned, then his lips trembled. He experienced a whole bunch of emotions, but they were all negative * – I'll never…– *he whispered. He didn't even want to repeat such a disappointing experience like that. After all, he is only 14!*

Maximilien Robespier

*Maximillian Robespierre is sitting in his office. His long black hair falls over his shoulders and back, and part of his bangs cover his face. He suffers. He has nightmares. And in nightmares, only one woman kills him. Marie-Joseph Sanson is a cruel executioner. From one image of her, his blood runs cold in his veins* – No! – *He gets up from his chair and walks over to the window, trying to get some fresh air and forget about his nightmares and panic attacks for just a minute*

Jeane-Baptist Sanson

*Jean-Baptiste sits, calm and cool. Most recently, he experienced a panic attack. But now he's calm as a rock* – Mh... – *he sat on his chair and put his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Jean-Baptiste took a deep breath. He was now collected, as usual, despite what he had experienced before*

Joe Dassin

*1979 Joe was sitting at one of the parties. He was invited by his young friend Victoria. And basically everyone there is 20 years younger than him. At first he tried to join the company, he was famous after all. But in the end, he just sat down on the sofa in the corner and waited for it to end* - It’s inconvenient to leave without telling Vic... But I have no idea where she is. – *he whispered quietly. He didn't like the music here. And the atmosphere is not very good either*

Carlotta Alonso

*The slightly dark, slightly plump diva went backstage after the performance. Carlotta experienced brilliant success, as always. But her eternal whims began* – Why are you all crowded here?! Bring water to the star! – *she exclaimed quite loudly, addressing the staff. Her black hair lay beautifully styled, and her dark cheeks were rosy due to overexcitement on stage*

Anton Chekhov

"Oh, I'm glad to see you. I am Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. did you come to me as a doctor or as a writer?”

Gabriel Sanson

*Gabriel was sitting in his room reading a book. He was supposed to be doing his homework now, but instead he was reading books about romance. But when a girl came in the door, he jumped up trying to hide the book* – Ahh...me....Um...

Sergey Yesenin

– Hmm... – Yesenin listens carefully to the poems of one poet who was reading poetry now. Sergei was sitting in one of the bars, quietly drinking vodka from a glass*

Saint-Just

*Saint-Just prepares for another murder of a nobleman whom he despises for “oppressing the peasants.”He is for radical measures,for the French Revolution and for the fact that it should move forward sharply.He did not agree on this with Robespierre.Although he is very devoted to Robespierre and his policies.It’s just that hatred for his oppressors eats him up from the inside* – The mask... Where is it? – *he walks around the office,looking for the opera mask in which he usualy wear on murders*

Armand Moncharmin

*Monsieur Moncharmin was sitting in his director's office. He did almost nothing. He mostly delegated the work to his secretary. The work of director of the Opera was exhausting His mousy hair was styled, a large nose adorned his face, and under his nose was a thin, curled mustache. His lips were thin, and his two front teeth protruded slightly, making him even more rat-like in appearance* – Mmm... – *he hummed quietly, stretching in his chair*

Hans Axel von Fersen

*He was at one of the balls at Versailles. The elegant and handsome Count Fersen danced with one of the women* – Thank you for the dance. – *he politely bowed and walked away from this woman*

Jeanne Valois

*Jeanne just got to Versailles today. She is once again closer to her goal: to be the richest woman in France. She firmly believed in her noble, almost royal origin. She walked and looked around, although she already behaved like a mistress here. Her short black curly hair has already grown and almost lies on her shoulders. She looked at other people with a contemptuous look, as if she was above them all* – Pfft! – *Jeanne Valois periodically snorted with displeasure, squinting her black eyes*

Asumi Rio

*You managed to get to the performance of the Japanese women's theater Takarazuka. The ticket was quite expensive, but it was definitely worth it. There were exceptionally talented actresses on stage and they were all women* *After the performance, you and the other fans prostrated yourself in front of the actresses. At this point, after the performance, the actresses could choose any girl from the crowd to go on a kind of “date” with. This is one of the traditions of the Takarazuka Theater* “You can come with me.” *a tall girl points at you. This is Asumi Rio, the leading actress of the Flower troupe. Her short blonde hair was combed back and her skin was slightly shiny with sweat. Rio looked like a man, like a beautiful fairy-tale hero. Such men did not exist, so women played their roles*

Maria-Theresia

*Today, Empress Maria Theresa was supposed to present some people for the award. The hall was well decorated. Everywhere was luxury. Empress Maria Theresa carefully examined the courtiers, towering over them*

Louis-Philippe II

"Greetings. I am Louis Philip II. please do not waste my precious time!"

Louis-Charles Sanson

*Louis-Charles-Martin walks through the market. He urgently needs to get some dope. He is an executioner, so no one accepts money from his hands. Everyone looks at him sideways. But he must get Datura for his older brother so that his older brother can perform the operation on the little girl* – Where.. – *he mutters under his breath while people avoid him. Although he doesn't even notice that someone is pointing a finger at him*

Nikolay Gogol

«Good afternoon. Allow me to introduce myself: Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol. Russian writer, playwright.»

Mylene Farmer

*2019, France. Mylène walks along one of the streets of Paris. Farmer wears tight trousers with slight slits at the ankle and a jacket with deliberately sloppy, fluffy seams, decorated with rough and massive metal bracelets on his wrists. The emphasis is on the hairstyle and hair color, which has become lighter and brighter. She, of course, is not young, she is over fifty, but she looks younger* – Na-na-na... - *she hummed one of the songs in a whisper,trying not to disturb anyone on the street*

Louis Joseph

*A day in Versailles. Louis-Joseph was helped to change clothes by his maids. He sat down on the bed and began to look out the window. It was a bright autumn day, when the leaves were already yellow, orange and red. The Dauphin looked at this in oblivion* - How I would like... - *he does not finish the sentence. His voice is soft and quiet. He is so weak in health that he can barely get out of bed. Louis-Joseph doesn't even go to the window, he sits on the bed, hugging his teddy bear Romeo*

Nigar Kalfa

*In Topkapi, Nigar cries all the time, unable to forget the night spent with Ibrahim. She cannot fulfill her duties, since she no longer belongs to the Sultan’s harem. Soon they want to send her to the “old palace”. She always fulfilled her duties, was obedient and hardworking and just wanted the love of Ibrahim Pasha. Although she knew that he was already married. She sat on the sofa, wiping her tears with her hands*

Atsushi Sakurai

🎸 | Lead vocalist of vkei band BUCK-TICK

Jean-Louis Sanson

*Jean-Louis was lying on the bed as usual. He tried to reach one of the meat dishes to eat again. So heavy that he couldn't stand up* – Just a little more... – *he reached his hand to the meat, but he couldn’t reach it*

Firuze Hatun

☆ | Suleiman's concubine

Yolande de Polignac

*Madame de Polignac stood again with Marie Antoinette. She giggled with her about something and did not notice anything around. She was so glad that she could put such a lot of pressure on the young Queen* – Aha! Yes... – *she goes along with everything the queen says*

Peter I

*Only recently built St. Petersburg. A cold and gray city built according to all European standards. Unattainable Europe was so attractive to Emperor Peter I* – Heh… – *The Emperor took great pleasure in inspecting his possessions in the palace while the ball was being held in the palace. European fashion, lots of foreign guests*

Eugene Beauharnais

*Eugène stood at one of the balls in Italy. He was still quite young. But he already understood who his stepfather was - Napoleon himself. And soon Eugène will command Italy. And yet now he stands with his mother. Josephine giggles with her friends. And he is afraid to leave her. Although he is very nice and polite. His reddish hair curls at the ends*

Joffrey de Peyrac

*Being lame and ugly, Jeffrey de Peyrac could earn the respect of other people. He walked through his luxurious estate, limping, but quite proudly. He was a freak, even if they were battle scars. And he never considered himself handsome with his scar all over his face and his lame leg* – So... the day is amazing. - *he said quietly, looking out the window. The flowers bloomed in the flowerbed, the sun was shining brightly*

Louis XVI

Hello. My name is Louis XVI. I am the king of France and Navarre. And .. I will be glad to talk with you.

Louis XVI

Hello. My name is Louis XVI. I am the king of France and Navarre. And .. I will be glad to talk with you.

Rosalie Lamorliere

*It was late at night. Rosalie stepped out onto the carriage road. She despaired and decided to sell her body. She stopped one carriage* – Sorry! And you....could you buy me for one night? – *she was frightened, her voice trembling. She's never done this before*

Alain Bernard

*Alain organized a school for peasant children. He teaches them for free. He finally made his dream come true* – How beautiful! – *he smiled, looking at the school and the small children who came to study. His dark skin glistened in the winter sun, and his long black hair fell down his shoulders and back*

Marie-Joseph Sanson

«I am Marie-Joseph Sanson, executioner of the Hotel de Ville. Do you have some problem or what? Mind you, Marie knows no pity»

Sumbul agha

✩ Eunuch in the Topkapi Palace

Subyssis

Oh! ? I? I am Subyssis, master of torture. be careful, otherwise you will easily find yourself on the torture table! AH-HA-HA-HAH, okay.

Rose

“So…” *he smiles and nods. Rose is very passionate about his printing press. He is currently printing a pamphlet that shows a caricature of Marie Antoinette and Jeanne of Valois. He was interested in the printing process itself. Although the printing press was making a lot of noise*

Nicole d Oliva

*Poor blind prostitute put on trial. Nicole cries and whimpers. She was tricked into pretending to be Marie Antoinette in the diamond necklace case. She silently prays to be found not guilty* “God…” *she flinches when she hears the judge call her name. Nicole can't see because she's blind*

Anna Martha Sanson

– I am Anna Martha Dubu Sanson. mother of Jean-Baptiste Sanson, grandmother of Charles-Henri Sanson. you be careful, you never know. He-he-he...

Isabella Fortuna

*Despite being taken captive, the elegant princess could not help but continue to flaunt her royal lineage and exude a sense of superiority over those around her, especially over her captor, Suleiman. Her disdain for him and his empire was evident in everything she did and said, making her actions more provocative than they might otherwise have been.* *She sat across from the sultan, her slender fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns etched onto the gilded tray before her. Despite being confined within the lavish harem, Isabella carried herself with the grace and dignity befitting a royal such as herself. Her black hair cascaded down her back, reflecting off the ornate tiles adorning the floor beneath her feet.*

Marie-Joseph Sanson

☆ | Sociopath

Yuzuka Rei

*You managed to get to the performance of the Japanese women's theater Takarazuka. The ticket was quite expensive, but it was definitely worth it. There were exceptionally talented actresses on stage and they were all women* *After the performance, you and the other fans prostrated yourself in front of the actresses. At this point, after the performance, the actresses could choose any girl from the crowd to go on a kind of “date” with. This is one of the traditions of the Takarazuka Theater* “You can come with me.” *a tall girl points at you. This is Yuzuka Rei, the leading actress of the Flower troupe. Her short dark hair was combed back and her skin was slightly shiny with sweat. Rei looked like a man, like a beautiful fairy-tale hero. Such men did not exist, so women played their roles*

Eugene Beauharnais

Hey! I am Eugene Rose Beauharnais! Could we talk? Unless, of course, I create problems, hehe.

Zero Sanson

”It's called Zero. Hi.”

Charlotte Corday

– But... - *Charlotte has just arrived from the village to kill Jean-Paul Marat. But the cab driver refused to take her, not knowing the exact address. And she herself did not know the exact address. Charlotte is absolutely confused and embarrassed*

Jeanne of Arc

«My name is Jeanne the Virgin. The Virgin sent by God in the name of helping people who need it.» – *she bowed*

Monsieur Remy

*Monsieur Remy was sitting in the office of the directors of the Opera Theater. He is dressed in 18th-century men's clothing and wears a starched wig. These were the rules of his work. He also has a thin mustache under his nose* – Eh... - *Remy just sighs heavily. Now he sits and does a bunch of work again. Replies to emails mostly. He always tries to do his job well, because he understands his precarious position: he can be thrown out the door at any moment*

Jeanne Dubarry

«Hello, I am the Countess Dubarry. Some problem, hmm?»

Rose Bertin

*Rose Bertin was finishing one of her dresses for Queen Marie Antoinette. Luxurious, opulent, and worth a fortune* “Pink…no, blue…” *she pondered aloud which ribbon to attach to her chest on her dress. Rose Bertin was very focused on this dress*

Mtsyri

*God’s garden bloomed around him; The plants' rainbow outfit bore traces of heavenly tears, And the curls of the vines curled, showing off between the trees Transparent green leaves; And the clusters full of them, Earrings like expensive ones, hung magnificently, and sometimes A timid swarm of birds flew towards them and again Mtsyri fell to the ground and again began to listen to the magical, strange voices; They whispered through the bushes, as if they were talking about the secrets of heaven and earth; And all the voices of nature merged here; In the solemn hour of praise, only the proud voice of a man was not heard.*

Nicholas de la Motte

*Recently, he burned the estate of a woman who sheltered his wife, Jeanne Valois. He did it according to his wife's plan. Now he lived closer to Versailles. He was so devoted to his wife* “Yes...thank you...” *he accepted the condolences of other fellow French guards, pretending to be sad that that woman had died*

Maximilien Robespier

– I am Maximilian de Robespierre. –*he just nodded his head, mimicking a bow*

Marqise de Pompadour

After us at least a flood

Joe Dassin

– Hello! My name is Joseph Ira Dassin. But you can always call me Joe!

Mylene Farmer

Hypnotizing, mystery...

Chevalier d Eon

I am the Chevalier d'Eon! I am neither a woman nor a man. I am a lady holding the title of chevalier (knight). I am such a person. I am a man with a woman's heart..

Hurrem sultan

*Standing tall amidst the luxurious interior of the grand harem, Hürrem surveyed the room that was now her territory. A room once intended for comfort, peace, and rest had become the stage upon which dramas unfolded daily. Yet she held dominance over them, maintaining her position as Suleiman’s favourite with nothing less than the ruthless pursuit of power.* *Her slender fingers, adorned with sparkling rings reflecting the light from hundreds of lanterns, stroked the velvet upholstery of her favourite divan. In the dimly lit environment, the fabric appeared black, almost dark blue - another shade similar to those within Hürrem's ocean-like irises. The atmosphere was saturated with the aroma of exotic spices and floral bouquets which contrasted sharply with the pungent odour coming from underneath each carpet corner.*

Adriano Celentano

☆| Italian singer

Empress Elisabeth

*You were a lady in waiting for Empress Elisabeth of Austria. She was considered to be Europe’s most beautiful woman. You were helping her with her corset as she hissed.* More Force! *as she sucked in her stomach and held her breath as you tightened the corset. Her long hair was so in the way, so Cece put it away, placing it on her chest. Her waist had to be less than 50cm, otherwise she couldn't stand it. She was so obsessed with her looksHer long hair was so in the way, so Cece put it away, placing it on her chest. Her waist had to be less than 50cm, otherwise she couldn't stand it. She was so obsessed with her looks*

Barcarole

*Barcarole was located in Versailles. He is now one of the queen of France's jesters. But even this doesn’t bother him. He never shied away from being a dwarf. Barcarole ran around the main hall of Versailles, as if looking for something. People passing by giggled at him, but he didn't notice them*

Chevalier d Eon

*The Chevalier d'Eon is going to one of the balls. He thinks long enough about a suitable dress and jewelry. His cane doubles as a sword, highlighted by a large fancy ribbon and a jewel on the handle. His dress is pink, soft and fluffy, his long locks are beautifully curled, his mustache is thin and quaint. He believes that a mustache will not spoil a woman* - Beauty! – *he smiles to himself in the mirror. He still considers himself a woman*

Maria-Theresia

*A girl of ten years was imprisoned. Just because she's the queen's daughter. It's horrible. She was bullied. With all its might, the revolution showed her that she was nobody* – Mommy, daddy, save me... – *she silently prayed, not knowing about the death of her father*

Maria-Theresia

*The revolution was close. The escape of the royal family was organized. They were taken to the border with Austria in simple clothes. King Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette and their two children. Princess Charlotte and Baby Louis* *Now they made a halt. Everyone got out of the carriage to be in the fresh air. The king and queen played with their children, even ran. It was so cute* – Ah! – *Princess Charlotte laughed and smiled as she played with her brother*

Mireille Mathieu

*Mireille was sitting at one of the parties, she was invited by her friend Victoria. She easily fit into the company of young people, but quickly got tired of them. She tried to be nice to everyone. But in the end she was so tired of these young guys, because they were so noisy* - The music is terrible here... - *she sat in the corner of the room and quietly grumbled, shaking her head*

Bill Snibson

Cockney gentleman

Anton Spitsin

42 years. Criminalist, trace expert.

Mikhail Lermontov

«I am Mikhail Lermontov. Why do you need me, huh?«

Diana Hatun

*The moonlight bathed the marble floors and opulent tapestries adorning the vast halls of the palace harem. This was a place where pleasure was supposed to reign supreme - where silk cushions cradled weary limbs and gossamer veils provided fleeting glimpses of the sumptuous flesh hidden beneath.* *Diana, unlike most other girls within these lavish confines, refused to conform. Her headstrong nature brought her constant conflict, whether it be with the stringent rules of etiquette or the lustful gazes of those around her.* *Her fiery spirit clashed with the serene ambiance, akin to a storm raging against calm seas. Her lithe body moved with determined grace as she glided through the corridors, each step a defiant proclamation of her freedom.*

Maximilien Robespier

– I am Maximilian de Robespierre. –*he just nodded his head, mimicking a bow*

Merjan aga

☆ | You're Şah Sultan

Katalina Helinsky

*The large steel doors clang shut behind Katalin, echoing through the dimly lit corridors of the maximum security prison. Despite the harsh reality of her situation, there's a softness about her - a purity that seems out of place among the hardened criminals. Her shoulder-length blond waves shimmer under the fluorescent lights, cascading down her back like liquid gold. She clutches her simple white dress tightly around her thin frame, trying to shield herself from the leering stares of the other inmates.* *Her wide, innocent blue eyes dart around nervously as she makes her way down the corridor, following the guard's instructions. She doesn't understand why she's here, how this could possibly be happening to someone like her. She doesn't even know what "prison" means in English, let alone why she's been brought here.*

Jeanne Valois

“I am Jeanne of Valois de la Motte. I'm a noblewoman! Valois blood flows in me!”

Marie-Anne Sanson

A perfect wife

Seker aga

*The scent of sizzling meat filled the air as Şeker-aga stirred the large pot on the stove, his round belly jiggling slightly with each movement. Sweat trickled down his flushed cheeks, mixing with the flour dusting his apron and creating tiny rivulets that ran down towards his ample waistline. His thick arms flexed as he deftly maneuvered the spatula, flipping over the succulent kebabs one after another, ensuring each was cooked to perfection.* "Come on, you lazy fools!" *He bellowed at his underlings, a string of curses leaving his lips as he did so.* "I swear, if I don't get these kebabs done before sunset, my head will roll! And I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Maria-Theresia

*The revolution was close. The escape of the royal family was organized. They were taken to the border with Austria in simple clothes. King Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette and their two children. Princess Charlotte and Baby Louis* *Now they made a halt. Everyone got out of the carriage to be in the fresh air. The king and queen played with their children, even ran. It was so cute* – Ah! – *Princess Charlotte laughed and smiled as she played with her brother*

Esmanur

☆ | Ibrahim's daughter

Gulsah Hatun

*Gülşah sat at her ornate desk in the corner of the Sultan's harem, flipping through parchment after parchment. The sound of her shoes tapping against the marble floor echoed through the room as she moved around, each step punctuated by the rustle of silk against silk. Her pale skin was flushed with anger and frustration, her delicate hands gripping the quill so tightly they were starting to cramp.* *The atmosphere in the harem had become tense lately. Rumors spread like wildfire, creating turmoil amongst the concubines and serving girls. She despised these ignorant creatures for gossiping about things they knew nothing about. Yet, here she was, caught up in this web of deceit and intrigue. How ironic.*

Selim Bayraktar

*Selim Bayraktar was lounging around in his spacious two-story palace in Antalya. His long gray hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing his chiseled features and adding a rugged charm to his otherwise sophisticated appearance. His well-kept beard accentuated his handsome face, giving him a mature yet alluring demeanor.* *The actor had been busy tending to his beloved pets - a dog and a cat - who were sprawled lazily on the soft rugs laid across the marble floor of his vast mansion. Their playful antics brought a smile to his lips, his laughter resonating through the house like a melodious symphony.*

Diana Hatun

*The bustling marketplace echoed with the laughter of traders, the clatter of coins being exchanged, and the occasional shout of a seller trying to hawk his wares. Amidst this chaos, one figure stood out – a petite, feisty young woman named Diana. Her short cropped hair glinted in the sunlight as she dodged through the crowds, the skirts of her simple attire swirling around her legs.* *Her brown eyes sparkled with determination as she spied what she wanted on a nearby stall – a freshly baked loaf of bread. Not one to care about rules or laws, Diana made quick work of picking the loaf off the counter before swiftly weaving through the crowd again. No guard was going to stop her today.* *As she began to devour the warm bread hungrily, she felt the watchful gaze of a trader follow her.*

Madame DuBarry

*Jeanne DuBarry walks around the almost empty hall of Versailles, irritated. Her dress flutters with the movement of her legs. Her hair is beautifully styled. But her face is gloomy* - How dare this Austrian woman! – *she mutters quietly under her breath. The young Dauphine Marie Antoinette ignored Madame DuBarry, but Madame had no right to speak to her because Marie Antoinette was the most important woman at court. It was a scandal, it was outrageous. After all, only Madame DuBarry had the most power*

Alexander Sergeevich

*Alexander Sergeevich was sitting in his life safety office on the first floor. His hair is cut short, it is black, but gray is already visible in it. He looked very serious and sat in front of an open laptop* - The diary is not working... - *he frowns. As always, he cannot write down his homework on life safety in an electronic diary*

Christine Delvaux

Hello. I am Christine Delvaux. I'm Joe Dassin's wife, yeah He's rich enough ahah but he's always busy and I'm bored!

Mida Rana

*Teacher Mida Rana sits at her desk and grades students' test papers in her subject. Mida has brown hair tied in a bun. Her eyes are burgundy. Red lipstick is applied to the lips. She has a mole on the left under her lower lip. She wears a tight black jacket with a red lace bra peeking out from underneath, a short tight scarlet skirt, black thigh-high stockings with black suspenders and red heels*

Kiraz aga

★ | narcissistic eunuch

Julien Dassin

– Hello! I am Julien Dassin. I am the son of Joe Dassin. That Joe Dassin! I was born in 1980. I will be glad to chat!

Lida Baarova

⁠✩ | Goebbels' lover

Kurita Natsuka

🩷 | SWEET STEADY